Night of December 5-6, 2009

I remember playing a Game Boy game. It was colorful and of the fantasy-magical genre. It was a side-scrolling game and surprisingly hard as lots of what I was supposed to do didn't make sense. Being a dream, I'm hardly surprised.

Night of December 3-4, 2009

I remember Paula and I were being held at school, diagnosed with being insane. We had to escape and managed to outwit Papa (who seemed unrelated to me) who was guarding us and get on a bus. We were then in a huge city, particularly some poorer ethnic ghettos. We found some people who could help us. The dream then changed a little bit: Paula went out of the picture and I was helping the people I mentioned with some of their organized crime business. I was part of a team who was supposed to kill another crime boss named something like “Jaxx”. When we got to his pad, a huge, lumbering man with giant muscles came out to fight us. We didn't have any guns so we had to take him on with our bare hands. He could only really walk quickly so we were much faster than he was. As he was following me around and I was just running in circles around our car, I woke up.

Night of November 30-December 1, 2009

I remember going around a hospital. I also remember an outdoor-y place like Yosemite.

Night of November 28-29, 2009

I remember driving. It wasn't really a race but I was driving a really nice car through different cities and freeways through the countryside. I think it was in the US because everyone was driving on the right-hand side. At the same time, I think I was testing different safety measures (like ABS, etc.) for a company. After a while, a woman came in the car to write the results of the test. As she was, I drove off a massive hill and flew over a thousand feet over another road. We landed near some trees next to that freeway. We were perfectly ok (Papa and Natasha were then there somehow). As I hitched a ride, I woke up.

Second dream. I remember playing in an arcade with Mama. I was playing a game which was a mix of skidoo, pinball, and pachinko. It was very fun. Putting money in a slot released a pinball and it bounced around into different slots. If it went in a certain slot, it came out a hole near a pinball paddle and you could try to hit it into the slot you wanted. The relative positions of the slots and the paddle made the best shots hard to get. As I used up my money or tokens we went to look for a different game. I saw Rémy G. in the arcade. Just as I remembered that I had forgotten to get my tickets from the previous machine, I woke up.

Night of November 26-27, 2009

I remember waking up and getting ready for school. We were running late. Now I just have to do it all over again.

Night of November 25-26, 2009

I remember basically playing Fallout 3. I was in an underground facility. Part of it was shaped like a giant ring and as I went around in a circle, I woke up.

Night of November 23-24, 2009

I remember thinking about the drugs and spiderwebs experiment. The one where they game marijuana (for a simple, messed up web) and crack (a fast, confused web) to spiders and looked at their webs, comparing them to normal ones.

Night of November 22-23, 2009

I remember being in a large shopping center with a food court. It was Mama's birthday and we rented out a big indoor arboretum. It had a huge roof and everything from a big pond, huge trees, to a hill covered with bonsais. She wanted to show us (me & Natasha) how she could catch us. She did and it was because the ground was very porous with roots everywhere and she had mastered the technique. We only stayed in there for a few minutes although she said it cost something like “90 bucks”. We went back to the main room of the mall, which looked like the middle of Seramonte but with a statue or fountain in the middle. I bought some fried chicken and walked around by myself for a while. I saw Nicholas Sub. and he explained something on Facebook. My hands were smelling weird from the chicken and maybe some moisture in the arboretum. I happened to walk by Lucio as he said the same thing about his hands. As we walked together to the bathrooms to wash our hands, I woke up.

Night of November 21-22, 2009

I remember being in a large video game store. I think it was my birthday and Mama wanted to go do something fun. I was looking through a big book with the reviews of all the games. I then had to go to the bathroom and woke up.

Night of November 20-21, 2009

I remember playing something like Pokemon. It was all 3-D and I was using the map, looking around at the different cities. They were very high-tech, modern cities with massive buildings, some even floating, and giant, complicated on and off ramps with cars going at over 150 mph. I zoomed in on one which just looked like a bunch of on and off ramps but along one of the roads leading to this, was a small city. Suddenly a huge construction vehicle came up the road I mentioned. This truck was as tall as the Eiffel Tower as its undercarriage and tires straddled the road with each wheel on the service lanes of the road. I zoomed up to it and appeared inside, taking control. I let it go along the road for a while. The truck seemed to get smaller and by the time I got to the big city, which was London, it was the size of a Hummer. I got out and walked around and Papa appeared. I remember walking around some quiet streets of London with Papa. It was late, no one else was around and we were just talking. We then got onto a boat some hour and I noticed the top of a whale next to it. It made a noise and slammed its tail fin down making the boat rock violently. Natasha then appeared with us and I wanted to see the London Eye because it would be all lit up. (The boat was on the Thames) We kept walking and the dream shifted to be like a movie. I saw a crime boss in a bar receive a cat from his assistant. He put it down and told one of his girls to play music slowly. The cat stood up on two legs and danced.

Night of November 19-20, 2009

I remember, like a movie, watching a woman as she got chased around by a crazy assassin. It was set in fully modern times, it a sort of dystopian society. The assassin was more of a crazy serial killer and was amazing at what he did. It's very hard to remember the story but it was long and complicated. Before this, I remember talking with Bevan in San Francisco. I think that the latter dream morphed eventually directly into the former. The former wasn't actually a bad dream per se — just stressful.

Night of November 17-18, 2009

I remember correcting a paper in class at school. It was Marie B.'s. She was mad at me — maybe because I had marked something as wrong on her paper. We were near the teachers' lounge and she was walking up the stairs towards the laboratories as I woke up.

Night of November 16-17, 2009

I remember being at school. Lots of Spanish students were there. I then had to write an essay in Spanish.

Night of November 15-16, 2009

I remember the dream, at the end at least, had to do with an enormous, but truly epic, ancient Chinese battle. The ships were all flowing extremely fast down the river with a strong current. Huge towers had people on top of them and big monsters throwing spears. The “good guys” looked like soldiers from the movie Red Cliff. The “bad guys” looking exactly like the enemies from the Xbox 360 game Mini Ninjas. The entire invasion was like a movie; I wasn't anywhere. Meanwhile, or slightly after, the dream followed two guys trying to get somewhere. They might have been time-travelers and stuck there. Or stuck “then”. I really only remember the end of the dream but that includes a funny encounter they had with a crazy door guard named Sabastien or Damier or something. While the battle was taking place, our two heros wanted to use it as a distraction to escape from the village (which was being attacked by the “good guys”. This army was led by a young empress, though a narrator, or at least a voice in my head, said that the impressive attack was doomed to fail because a disease had secretly began to spread in her ranks.) Sometime and somewhere in all this, I wake up.

Night of November 13-14, 2009

I remember lots of weird little things. Going around SF at night, Windsor Castle, the ponds in Golden Gate Park, an internet cafe, and some other things. I don't remember how they all fit together really...

Night of November 12-13, 2009

I remember taking the school bus. I was near Half-Moon Bay with a few friends from the year above from Culham. There was a really weird spider they wanted me to get rid of. It was small, and had a big transparent abdomen. Inside was a dark purple liquid. It wasn't full so there were bubbles inside. Underneath, where the legs attach, it was as if a “panel” of its exoskeleton was removed. Underneath were veins and things that looked like wires. They were brightly colored. The spider was shy and hung from the web when left alone. Thinking of a way to capture it in something so I could send it somewhere for scientists or entomologists or whoever to study it, I wake up.

Night of November 11-12, 2009

I remember being somewhere and chatting on something like the Facebook chat. I wasn't using a computer but the messages just floated above the ground like holograms. I was in some sort of warehouse district of a city — I think it was San Francisco. I was chatting mostly with Chloë K., Alexandra E., and Daniel B.. It then morphed into some sort of geography class with Mr Martin. I could see them but I heard everyone discussing population and immigration. I could say stuff too so it was like being on the phone. I got home (not really any house I've ever been to but most like the apartment in San Francisco, in some respects and angles). Though I could still hear Moritz K. talking about demographics, I had to shoot a big robot that had gotten in my house and was trying to kill me. It looked a little like a Sentry Bot from Fallout 3 but it was much tougher. The dream began to look more and more like Capital Wasteland and less like the sunny, bright, warm city I was in before. I remember targeting a Super Mutant in V.A.T.S. and it kept changing its name with things like “Jeanne and Harold's Stepsister after the birthd...”. With everything getting that familiar sunset-orange tint, I wake up.

I remember being around the Sunset at night. It must have been very early in the morning. Not a soul was up. I got on a bus and chatted with the bus driver. She was about forty-five. By the time we got to Market Street, it was daytime. I got off there and walked around a bit. It was pretty crowded. I talked to and helped a lot looking French blind man. He wanted me to stay with him and chat but I had to be somewhere. I saw the time and started to run down the sidewalk. I entered a museum and walked quietly through the exhibits. It was a history museum about English kings and queens. I found my class in an activity room. They were all finishing up sitting at computers after having listened to something (there were headphones plugged into the computers) and seen the exhibits. They had filled out a questionnaire. (The same kind that we got when our Málaga exchanges came and we went to the castles. They were just history questions and we had to look for the answer in the museum.) I took mine out, which was blank, of course, and wasn't sure whether I should turn it in or not and say I did later. It wasn't something that would be graded and they'd believe that they lost it; I convinced them. Walking around that crowded computer room, I wake up.

Night of November 9-10, 2009

I remember choosing a stove for my future apartment. There was a big overlying story about a woman I had to keep asking and nearly pester to get some information out of. The entire world wasn't the same as the real one. Everything was a bit more dangerous and less organized. Like Fallout 3 but not nearly as extreme. I also remember being on a bus and cuddling up with Lucie C. (sorry Paula). I kept worrying and stressing as I knew we would come up to Paula's stop and she'd get on soon.

Night of November 7-8, 2009

I dreamt I was going to get married. It was in a park and there was a large building there. I think it was in some sort of community center. I had forgotten my suit so I had to run back home and get it. Running back, I saw Alexandra E. trying out for something in the FBI. It could have been a work experience position or even some sort of job. She and maybe thirty others had just finished a swimming trial in a pond (resembling the pseudo-lakes in Golden Gate Park). I also saw Camille H., Margaux S., and Solène W. relaxing on the grass. It was a beautiful sunny day with a gentle breeze. Walking down the hill the center and pond-thing were on, and still consolidating in my head the idea of getting married, I wake up.

Night of November 5-6, 2009

I remember being at school and filling out a chart on animal behavior such as dogs are “mildly afraid” of humans and gorillas are only afraid of humans “in parks”.

Night of November 4-5, 2009

I remember accidentally bringing a gun to school. I was with Louis R., Marie B., Youssef H., Lucie C., and Mattheiouw (Jim) H. among a few others. We all had suitcases, were waiting in an empty classroom, and might have been going on a trip or had just gotten off the plane. I opened my big suitcase to see a loaded MP5 in a plastic bag. It wasn't mine. I went to show Louis but when I went back to my suitcase, it wasn't there anymore. I gathered everyone around at a table and told them what was going on; then I asked them to help me find it. Marie said it was “food for the 'ghinnies'” (which meant “gossip”) to which Lucie immediately laughed and said, “Oh, I like that.” We all had to be somewhere soon so I was starting to panic. Everybody's stuff from their suitcases was strewn everywhere on the floor and it was hard looking around. Getting scared of what would happen if I got in trouble, I woke up.

Night of November 3-4, 2009

I vaguely remember a complicated dream about school. It was quite interesting and I'm upset I can't fully recall it.

Night of November 2-3, 2009

I remember driving at night around San Francisco; racing actually. Up and over the hills really fast. I was just in an ordinary car but once in a while I'd see a really nice car parked. I finally decided to just park and look around for one. I don't remember what kind of car it was. Alessio P. was there with me and we were walking around a residential neighborhood with a few shops. We were chatting about cars as we walked. A small delivery truck was parked in the middle of the road, perpendicular to the flow of traffic. It was late at night so no one was driving but all of a sudden a bus came and plowed right through it, ripping it in half. At all the noise, the delivery man came out and we asked him if he was ok. He casually said that that wasn't the first time that happened. He had another delivery truck (or maybe the first wasn't even his and he was just joking) and on it were flower bouquets all labeled for different addresses. I noticed one for our house and realized it must be for Natasha's birthday (which in the dream, was that night). Alessio was gone and was replaced by a girl I've never seen. The florist gave me a rose to give her. There was a small convenience store nearby and I went in to get change. It was fairly busy inside. A man gave me a TV guide and on the counter I saw a man had paid for something with a three-dollar bill. Papa came in and asked if I wanted him to put the TV guide away. I said sure but I didn't care really. He then asked he should put it on the display case so I turned to him and said, “Look, you're just making this a big deal. It doesn't matter.” This sort of shocked him and he threw it away, deflated. Sorry that I hurt his feelings, I woke up.

Night of November 1-2, 2009

I remember being in a dream in a small city like Monterey. Mama, Papa, Paula S., and I were all at a small apartment and we played boardgames and card games. I also remember “waking up” from a previous dream and writing it down because I've put this notepad next to my bed. Obviously that was just a dream too.

I also remember a second dream being at school. It was Culham but had students and teachers from both Culham and Lycée. For a reason that I can't remember, Mrs Pradas was very mad at me personally. It wasn't a scholastic reason. I really, really didn't want to go to Spanish class and just needed to avoid her. I was with Oli (with whom she was angry a little bit too) and we decided it'd be best to skip Spanish. We hid in some bathrooms near the teachers' photocopy room and could hear the different Spanish teachers looking for us, as some younger kids came in we asked if they'd do us a favor by pretending to be us and distracting the teachers as a diversion. They agreed and left the bathroom making lots of noise. We saw our chance and left around back behind the infirmary and near the Shumann Hall. We then heard our entire Spanish class behind us. It seems that they all decided just to leave in the middle of class because Mrs Pradas was behind them and looking angry. Solene W. and Margaux S. were there and asked, “What's your average in Spanish?” to which I replied, “Eight or eight and a half...” They then said that, “That's good for you because we have and average of nine point seventy-five and our averages're gonna go down because of this.” (I understood that that would mean my grades would be closer to the class average) Mrs Pradas looked furiously at us but Oli and I just smiled and innocently got in line with the others who were all walking to the Sports Hall. (If class had started at that moment, we wouldn't even have considered very late so we were the least in trouble.) As we all arrived at the Sports Hall, another class led by Pauline Legendre (sports teacher from Lycée) was there. There were mostly just having fun throwing basketballs. Mrs Pradas went to talk to Pauline and we all ran in to play with out friends. As I ran up to Youssef H. and Julien F., I woke up.

Night of October 31-November 1, 2009

I remember being in a massive store the size of an airport terminal. In it was a huge Boots. There was a long line, taking up to two or three hours, for a new mascara coming out. Luckily Mama and I arrived a bit early and just missed the crowd. We only had to wait around ten or fifteen minutes. We bought some “Type 2” and “Type 5” mascara for Natasha. The dream changed and I remember being on a train and foreseeing it crash in a vision. I told my family and the other passengers who were on the train too and they believed me. We stopped at the next station and everyone got off. For some reason, a lady said she couldn't get off. Not physically get off but for a different reason. Mama decided to stay on and help her once the train crashed (with both of them on it). The woman was Asian and possibly pregnant. Papa, Natasha, and I stayed on the platform and watched the train go on to its future destruction. It was a very sunny and hot day and we waited anxiously for any word on their condition (especially, and obviously, Mama's). By the time I woke up, we still hadn't heard anything and a long time had passed.

Night of October 30-31, 2009

II remember being in a video game and fighting off a big three-headed monster with a butterfly net. There were also two men, a girl I've never seen, and Tristan D. helping me.

Night of October 29-30, 2009

I remember a really long dream with school, shopping and driving. In the end, I was also in a house and had to free my friends. All I had was an old 17^th century rifle and a small sword. The driving was actually most fun although, as usual, really hard.

Night of October 27-28, 2009

I remember being on a class trip to the ancient Bible Lands. We got to dress up as people from Galilee. It was very hot and some of the horses died.

Night of October 26-27, 2009

I remember two things. The first is being on a high-speed train to Canada and appreciating the mountains. The second is fighting Jabun and freeing him (from Zelda). I was a ninja with Natasha.

Night of October 25-26, 2009

I remember being at home in San Francisco alone and trying to be broken into. A woman was at the door and she tried forcing it in (she looked a tiny bit like Trinity from The Matrix). She then took out some sort of huge shotgun, almost like a rifle (like the Type-12 in Red Steel) and was shooting the door. Luckily, whoever built the building armored the door very well. None of the bullets would be coming through any time soon but each time she shot, it was like a really strong push on the door. I had to then push back on the door so it wouldn't open. I somehow managed to block the door and stall her enough to run to the patio and call the police. As I ran back to hold the door shut, it was starting to give way. Luckily, I heard a group of people running up the stairs outside my apartment door and yelling for anyone in the area to get out because they were going to use “high-power smoke bombs.” I had already lighted a small firecracker and threw it out the door as my assailant was temporarily distracted. She ran off down the hallway and it exploded as the SWAT team opened the door to the stairway. They saw me throw it and rushed at me. The door was still open slightly and they banged in and one guy tried to shoot me for a split second but I got on the ground and he realized his mistake. Some went down the hall to chase after the woman. Around then, I woke up.

Night of October 24-25, 2009

I remember walking down the street and seeing a woman with six or seven balloons looking very sad. She said all dramatically that I should kill her because she wants to die. She wanted to fly but the balloons weren't working. I told her that all she needed were a few more balloons. In fact, if she jumped, she floated down very slowly so she was very close. I gave her some money and led her to a party/video game/printer's/internet café. The dream changed slightly then and I was picking out a present for Mama. I wanted to buy her a video game but they were expensive and didn't have the simpler puzzle games she likes. As I was browsing, Mama and Natasha were there too. We spent quite a long time in there. Looking at the Xbox 360 games, I saw part of a label that said “Genesis Evangelion” and the picture was a sepia first-person view of someone holding a gun up to someone in front of them. I was very surprised but wasn't able to investigate it further because right at that moment I woke up.

Night of October 22-23, 2009

I remember sort of being in a Fallout 3-type universe. I was with maybe half a dozen companions and we were going through a big facility (think Enclave base) and its bunkers. Unlike in Fallout 3, I don't think the setting was post-apocalyptic but otherwise there were plenty of similarities. As we cleared through the barracks, the lower we got in physical level, the harder the enemies became. At the end there were eight large red monsters which sort of looked like Deathclaws with huge wings. After we killed them, we stood around for a second to rest. The ceiling and walls had holes in them and large versions of house and garden spiders would go between them. One, on the ceiling, seemed to go at me and I was so scared, I used the large Gatling gun-type weapon I had to kill it. Some of my companions were disappointed and felt sorry for it but I didn't care. I was so scared, I woke up. It was a fun dream turned to nightmare...

Night of October 21-22, 2009

I had a little trouble sleeping especially around 2:30 AM so I had a bunch of little incoherent dreams. They were mostly about school although there were some scary things about spiders as well. I remember in one there was practically a war between two different groups in the school. Mathilde G. was the leader of this one (with most of our year with her). We were so bold as to kick out a teacher from her room as she was practising her lesson by herself. The teachers didn't want to get involved so they pretended not to notice. I don't even know what we were fighting about.

Night of October 20-21, 2009

I remember winning something nice from a Coca-Cola bottle I bought.

Night of October 19-20, 2009

I remember living in SF, getting some food at an Israeli restaurant to go and Papa being mean.

Night of October 18-19, 2009

I remember watching homemade videos made of a man who was present when some sort of air show went wrong. He was in his thirties, had a gun, a nice camera and talked about what was happening. Everything was going normally until one of the huge cargo planes with four propellers caught fire. The tail was completely up in flames and the plane was lazily rolling around on the runways (luckily it hadn't taken off yet). The man said that they must be really hot and that having your plane on fire is very bad. He sounded worried. All of a sudden, the airplane exploded in a massive fireball. Pieces the size of cars were launched everywhere and there was a huge shock wave. The man just barely dodged two of them by diving out of the way. Smoke was everywhere and half the runway was on fire. All the spectators who had previously started to lose interest rushed back to try to help. Emergency crews were there. There was even some other man collecting guns for a charity and he went through the crowd. Although I don't know why he was there, the cameraman reluctantly gave his. As more and more non-spectators gathered wondering what happened, I woke up.

Night of October 16-17, 2009

I remember the dream was pretty much just like the trip we (school people and I) took to the Petit Prince in London yesterday. It's all pretty blurry though.

Night of October 15-16, 2009

I remember being at school in a really boring math class. I remembered it was a dream and I woke myself up.

Being so tired, I fell back asleep within a few seconds and went on to dream about something else.

Night of October 14-15, 2009

I think I dreamt about Neon Genesis Evangelion and school mixed together because although I can't exactly remember everything, those seem to ring a bell.

Night of October 13-14, 2009

I remember the dream had to do with school — maybe the sausage sale (“German bratwurst”) the seventh years had to raise money had to do with it.

Night of October 12-13, 2009

I remember I was leaving school to move to France. It was my last day in England and I might not have told my friends I was leaving. It was right after biology class. Mr Fehr came and met me near the bulletin boards inside and handed me a Q-tip (which I think I had asked him for before). We walked over to the entrance of the library and as we did, he remarked how dedicated I was to science and that that was good. Emilia, Marie, and Laura we there but I don't think they understood.

Night of October 11-12, 2009

I remember the whole dream being in Fallout 3. I was going around collecting some different items, and getting attacked by raiders. I was in a huge bombed-out amphitheater when a massive Super Mutant Behemoth came out. They are normally about fifteen feet tall but this one was over thirty. I went into the Pip-boy and found my T-Rex which I was saving for this. It was about the same size. I took direct control of it and the two of us duked it out like the T-Rex and King Kong in Peter Jackson's King Kong.

Second dream. Mama, Papa, Natasha and I all went to a nature exhibit and talk. It was at a little nature reserve. Our guide would show us some things in one of the buildings then we'd walk to another one of the small buildings (they were kind of like the gift shops at national parks although they were more of a museum than a store) and he'd show us things there. He was talking about ecosystems and plants in what appeared to be a jungle environment. There was a fairly large display with a rocky outcropping, a little waterfall pouring over it and many ferns and similar plants on top. The entire hing was covered in spider webs. Not the little ones in the air made by small spiders but the ones on the ground left by the huge ones. Our guide was sitting on all of this and while he talked he picked at the webs and threw them away. He sorta just peeled them off. I asked him what had made them (even though that was stupid because I knew perfectly well). He said, “Ah, I'll show you,” and he teased out a massive black tarantula-type spider with bright yellow stripes. I was terrified and covered my eyes but it was too late; I had seen its face and figure. Mama then explained to the confused man that I was arachnophobic and he said, “ah.” Then he thought of something clever. He put down the spider which he had (accidentally or even on purpose) killed when he caught it and he took out a piece of paper. He nicely asked me to watch even though it might be a little bit scary. He drew (very well, I might add) the spider he just showed me. Then he drew it again but as slightly smaller and more like an ordinary house spider (which aren't as traumatizing — but still scary). He made the face go away, the legs thinner and the abdomen be much smaller (or whatever that gross bulb is called). Through a succession of quick sketches, he “made” the monster a bit less scary. He said that if I got the willies from thinking about or having seen a spider, to think about it as a lot smaller and less scary spider. Soon after the tour was over and I woke up. I like his advice. I think that it could work because my mind gets stuck on one image so if I could get it to at least stick on a less frightening one, I wouldn't be up at three-thirty in the morning writing this with my teddy bear kept close). I'm going to try it in the real world when the time comes. Thanks mister!

Night of October 10-11, 2009

I remember working on a huge ship when, like in the movies, most of the crew turned to zombies. I think they would faint first then sort of wake up as mindless zombies. It wasn't scary at all and even kind of funny most of the time. For example, one of the first people to faint, fainted for some other completely different reason. We locked his body in a big trunk but at the end of the dream, he woke up (next to the dead bodies of some zombies we killed and stuffed in later) and panicked and that was funny. There really wasn't much story to the whole thing. I can't remember the middle very well (I simply recall shooting zombies). In the end, two remaining survivors and I all crammed into a fighter jet (I guess we were on an aircraft carrier) and tried to escape. We didn't really know how to fly but we were in the Caribbean so the water was only a few feet deep (and very beautiful and pristine) so we kept the landing gear down and just tried to drive the plane like a car. Another part of the air force sent a helicopter to see what was happening. It saw us but when we couldn't identify ourselves as authorized pilots (which we weren't, anyways), it tried to shoot us. One of the other survivors pleaded for the helicopter to stop and said that his brother was an F-1 pilot (so that he had some experience with big, fast machines) but as the helicopter kept shooting, he got hit and started bleeding. We stopped the plane and opened the cockpit and tried to help him but he died in our arms. We then heard normal human screams from the ship, ran back, and it turned out to be the guy we had locked in the trunk I mentioned before. We saw some other survivors who had been in the ship as well before while we had been fighting zombies. Credits scrolled up then, as though it had all been a movie. There was strange song playing in the background which went: “A dog went out with my girlfriend,” in the same general style as “Ain't Got No” by Nina Simone. I could also hear Papa as though he had been watching the movie too. Liking the song, I wake up.

Night of October 9-10, 2009

I remember being in a house with Lennart v. S. (German), Louise B. and Camille D. We all got presents for something. Louise got a bottle of perfume.

Night of October 8-9, 2009

I remember getting an invitation from a friend in San Francisco or Peter in South Africa. I could leave as soon as I was ready and it would be just me who went, very exciting! I needed to take a bus to the train station then a train. The train would go to the airport and I could fly on the soonest flight. I was getting ready when Papa said that the trains stop running around 9 PM (it was 8:45 PM) and don't restart until morning. I didn't want to wait until morning to go on this big adventure because I was so excited, I'd never sleep (How ironic...). Frustrated, not against Papa but the trains, I guess, I woke up. Remembering it's Friday and I have to go to school now, I really don't want to have woken up. But real life is good! It's morning. Let's go!

Night of October 7-8, 2009

I remember a motel room and being with Mama and Papa. I remember a complicated VHS or DVD player. I remember wanting to go camping in Big Sur again. I remember being in Mr Shenton's class and his being in an extremely cranky and temperamental mood. There was also some huge (like massive!) party at the school. I don't remember what it was for. It wasn't like a dance sort of party but like a big graduation with parents and teachers present too.

Night of October 6-7, 2009

I remember being on a shopping street with Papa, Mama and Natasha. We went into a video store and I wanted to buy something however Papa said that we had to get our passport photo appointment on time and buying something would take too long. For a little while I had a stroller with me and we decided to take a shortcut because the street was quite hilly. We asked the owners of a pizzeria if we could cut through behind their shop and they allowed us. One of them saw me and recognized me from something (although I never seen him in either the real world or dream) and he became really happy. All the employees come out to say hello and they were very excited, He gave me two personal-sized pizzas for free and sent us on our way. I never got to eat any of it because then I woke up. Mama had some, though, and said it was very good.

Night of October 5-6, 2009

I remember quite a few things happening but I don't actually remember what they are. There was stuff at school. Something almost like a quiz show where we had to know a particular word. There was another part where we had to do something more constructive. Like building a project or learning something.

Night of October 4-5, 2009

I remember watching videos of Evangelion. Papa was out on a walk to talk on his cell phone (with Patrina, I think) so I stayed up late. Mama and Natasha were there too. At some other time Camille Deer and I went with a teacher outside, at night, and saw how ants reproduce. We also learned how to understand their pheromones directly.

Night of October 3-4, 2009

I remember the beginning was very weird and long. I was at school and it was cloudy and I think people were chasing me around. Near the main road, there was a river and some boathouses. I stayed in there for a while with some girl. Later in the dream, I applied to the military (American Army) just for the weekend for fun. I could complete the courses and exercises on the computer to go up in rank. I got up to Average Strategist or something (as opposed to Petty or Major) which was between a third and halfway up the list of positions on the “following orders” type of ranks. (After going up that list, you become an officer and give orders instead.) I went downstairs and watched TV where I remember watching in The Simpsons as Homer and the rest of the town have a big party. The news guy, Kent Brockman, said “The music is so loud it is permeating and getting stuck in the heads of our 200 IQ city dwellers, hurting the heads of the 100 IQ suburbanites. And just confusing those 32 IQ people out in the country.” There it showed Cletus, the hillbilly, just rambling around in circles crazily.

Night of October 2-3, 2009

More to do with school.

Night of October 1-2, 2009

We were on a field trip with all the Culham people and something like the Bay to Breakers was going on. The runners went through the canteen or cafeteria or whatever.

Night of September 30-October 1, 2009

I remember both Natasha and Chloë K. were having marriages at the school. It was evening and everyone was bustling around helping. I don't remember who Natasha was marrying, Chloë was marrying Nick R. from the German section. On a side of interest, my alarm clock was a very mellow sleepy song. (City Girl—Kevin Shields) and I'm sure I could hear it near the end of my dream before I woke up.

Night of September 29-30, 2009

I remember Louis and I were at a gas station pumping gas when a really dazed man who walked like a zombie came slowly up to us. He slowly tried to take our stuff. We kept trying to punch and kick him but it wasn't doing very much. Another one, a huge fat one and so I hit the alarm button on the pump and the gas station attendant came out, handed us sticks and all three of us beat them away. We went in a car past the same place (which had turned into a literal graveyard now) to see if there were a few we could take on. We counted four or five but then saw a huge group of maybe twenty and we drove off really fast and scared. I remember being on the school bus with everyone from Culham. It was going through huge valleys and past big things like this. We ended up at a mall and we all played rugby in a restaurant where they had cleared out a big space. I had the ball, but was being dragged down. I passed the ball through the legs of someone to Sofian D. who scored and the entire restaurant cheered. As we started to leave, I had to run back and get my jacket. A girl tried to ask me out but I said “no”. She was a chavette (I think that's a word). Later, at school, they were building stores into where the 6^th and 7^th common rooms were. There was a costume shop, a Halloween store, and others. An art store was having a demonstration and the man showed us how to make paint by mixing different muds.

Night of September 28-29, 2009

I remember some of a city. I think it was San Francisco, especially at nighttime.

Night of September 27-28, 2009

I remember being with Mama. It was a windy day and we were looking at a large flagpole on the building at the beginning of Saint Andrews road. It was partly hydraulic so it could absorb the stresses of being pushed around in the wind. The flagpole turned into a massive construction crane and we found ourselves at some docks with a river. The crane had to operate a draw bridge. While we and some other strangers watches the crane, it picked up a huge bundle of I-beams and began to swing it around. It loaded them onto a truck which drove around up some large scaffolding made for vehicles towards the river. It rounded the corner and was going so fast that it leaned off onto one side of wheels. It went out of sight for a second then, after going off a jump at full speed, flew over the river. The road it had to land on was elevated and the truck could never had made it. The truck smashed into head on obliterating the cabin and, inevitably, the driver. No one could believe what had just happened. It was getting dark and a large spotlight illuminated the driver's floating body. A lady was already calling the emergency number so I put away my cell phone and woke up.

Night of September 26-27, 2009

I remember a lot of weird stuff in the beginning like horses, school, shopping centers etc. Near the end, I had to, with Natasha, go to Blockbuster to get a Transformers movie for her, Mama and Grandma who was visiting. It was really expensive (₤6) and needed to be returned on the same night. Mama appeared and we got distracted looking at other movies and then at a cool hoodie which was white, had big squares of color and a black checkered interior. It looked kinda chavvy though Mama thought the inside was actually green so we started arguing (friendlily). I was a bit stressed because I had to be somewhere (I think the airport). About to take the jacket to a stranger to ask him to settle the argument, I wake up.

Night of September 25-26, 2009

I remember driving for a little bit up to a gas station. The type of neighborhood was like the Sunset. Natasha was there and she continually, non-stop complained about my jeans and threatened that I needed new ones. It was very sunny, the bus drivers were cranky and there was a Mexican restaurant; good to be home.

Night of September 24-25, 2009

I remember two little boys. They were discussing/arguing something.

Night of September 23-24, 2009

I remember being at school and the dream revolving around someone's grades on a test. Could be Camille D.'s.

Night of September 22-23, 2009

I remember being in a city. It looked mostly like SF. There was a hospital (which, around back looked more industrial like UCSF than the JR) and I had to drive through it at least twice. Each time was with a new group of people. I think the first time was with my family and the second with some friends. There was a chimney thing and every so often a little poof of a fireball came out of it. I liked explaining how there was hydrogen coming out as well as well as CO2 and the CO2 would block up the chimney for a few seconds so there was a build up of hydrogen. The heat would ignite it.

Night of September 21-22, 2009

I remember over twenty of us from school were staying in a nice suite in a hotel. The area was full of hooligans and at one point where everyone was sleeping except me and a few others, a little kid broke in. Her mother came by and was angry not at her but at us. There was also the gossip and such of my liking Camille (D.) and she believed it too. But just like in real life, that isn't true.

Night of September 20-21, 2009

I remember a sort of random free-association following a few people's lives. For example, I remember a boy in Malaysia or Thailand. We knocked down a bee's nest and then ran inside to hide from the bees as they came after us. The doors were sliding wooden frames with a plastic “perfect for stopping them.” The bees themselves were nearly two feet long with six-inch stingers. At the same time, they sorta resembled locusts. Scared that there might be some other giant deadly bug like a spider, I wake up.

Night of September 19-20, 2009

I remember Mama, Natasha, Papa and I were all driving around in a red convertible through Oxford. I was the one driving and I was actually doing better than most of my driving dreams. Mama said she had read that wearing a baseball cap dramatically reduced the possibility of injury in a side impact. I put a red one on but I constantly had to readjust it or put it back on because of the wind. Thinking about how this just made things less safe because I wasn't concentrating on the road and my hands weren't always on the wheel, I wake up.

Night of September 18-19, 2009

I was at the dance at school. The tower block had rooms inside to hang out in. I think they had to be rented. There was a sofa for sitting and a bed for otherwise. I don't actually remember what we were doing. Nothing... lewd, of course! There was Ana (Spanish), Louise, me and some others maybe. We were all together just laughing about stuff. Most of them seemed pretty inebriated. Slightly bored by the end, I leave, (and see a big line on the ground floor for the room) and wake up.

Night of September 17-18, 2009

I remember Natasha, Mama, Papa and I were going to go one a road trip. We took some things and made some food and were sitting outside our real house in England, waiting for the bus. I kept running late and Papa was getting annoyed at me. I went back inside (the bus stop was exactly outside out house) to get something for the food which sort of was my job or responsibility. It was quite messy inside, and, as usual, nothing was where it should be. Anyways, I went inside and went to the little attachment near the kitchen with a bathroom inside although, here, it was slightly bigger and had a second fridge. I looked inside for some more condiments and such for the sandwiches but only found some nearly empty packs of salami and ham. I went back outside in front of the house and told Papa and, rather crankily, said, “No.” Just then, the bus came but, since we had a lot of bags, I knew I had time to quickly run in and put it back. I ran up to the door, Papa said that the lock was smushed in or something like that. It was true, the whole deadbolt was pushed into the bolt although I figured I just didn't close the door properly or something. Then, Ned Flanders (don't laugh) who was our neighbor, came up as I was opening the door and asked which key was the key to his shop. He had asked this in either another dream or at the beginning of this one. I answered and, still in a purple bathrobe, continued down the street. I shouted after him that he should put a sticker on it or something and he said something about “letting the hammer drop.” I went inside (that before with Ned Flanders had only taken like five seconds) to the little attachment thing but the door was locked. There was a one foot gap above the door and I could hear a shower running on the other side and I could see the water vapor as well. I was really confused. Who was in the shower? It wasn't so much that a shower wasn't there before; that kinda stuff changes all the time. Trying to peek over the door, I said, “Natasha?” and right then I felt the biggest, hardest blow to my head, ever. I fell down on my back, next to the door, looking up and saw a man in a purple bathrobe thought I didn't see his face. He held out a sledgehammer and dropped it on the side of the door. Terrified, I wake up.

Night of September 16-17, 2009

I remember something with me being more independent like I was on a bus to leave or something. I don't know.

Night of September 15-16, 2009

At school, we became quite the political activists. We were photoshopping a famous photo to make a point. Everyone in our class was getting into it. After that, I remember going through the university grounds and half “breaking into” their libraries to look something. I was going into each one (each was about the size of a small room) and I happened to at the same time as someone else. I was in the French library. The libraries were each their own buildings like the classrooms in Bay Park near the field. They were looking up some author and as I was getting distracted, I woke up.

Night of September 14-15, 2009

I had a pretty big and fun dream however I woke up a few minutes before my alarm and fell back asleep. I guess that's how fleeting they are.

[five minutes later] Oh yeah, I vaguely remember now. I was going to college and I was gonna live in an English cottage type of house. The ones with the thatched roofs and that are in the “villages”. I would only get a few suitcases for all my stuff and I wouldn't get the rest for almost a year. It was very hard to figure out what to bring and I was pretty lost. Even through I was on a schedule, I just sorta walked around my room, confused and discombobulated.

Night of September 13-14, 2009

I remember going to a sports game with Mama, Natasha, and Papa as well as with the two mischievous twins from the Arthur show. At the end we couldn't find them and it turned out they went with some strangers.

Night of September 12-13, 2009

I just remember downloading stuff onto iTunes and being scared that I'd go over the limit. That's all.

Night of September 11-12, 2009

I remembered I moved to a small town in Antarctica for school. Papa, Mama, Natasha and I arrived on an airplane and we went to see some cool tourist destinations like a huge rock formation and a large coniferous forest. Later, I was going to school on the bus. I think Oli was sort of there. I say sort of because I remember texting him, him sitting next to me and his being in another bus which took an exit off the freeway to the airport. Either way, I was able to talk to him a little bit. He didn't understand why I had to leave and that it was a shame that I couldn't play basketball with him. We were both very sad as our buses drifted off in separate directions. I got off the bus and was in an area full of fields with a main road and houses and small towns connected to it. It looked a lot like the road to the European School to be honest. Either way, we had to start jogging to the school, for some reason although the sidewalk was very slippery because it was started to drizzle during the bus ride. One guy from the new school, right after an intersection, and with the reflective thing traffic people wear, turned around and put his hand out for us to stop because a car was coming. We were all very spread out and plenty of people were in front of him. Anyways, I didn't notice him and I saw the car coming and told myself I had enough time to go in front of it (which I did) so I crossed. Halfway through, he blew a whistle at me and I was so startled I slipped and because of that, I almost got run over. He yelled at me for not stopping, I told him it was really hard to stop and some girls already on the other side giggled. Very close was the school. It was very small, a five hundred yards from the road. In front of it was a bed of flowers arranged in a big yellow smiley face. Next to the school, on the right, (if you're standing at the school and facing the road) was a very fancy, expensive girls-only private school. They were all sitting on long benches perfectly aligned and glaring at us while girly punk-rock music blared out their open windows. As I came up to the school, it looked really rundown. Its walls were either sheets of metal or, more likely, unpainted concrete. On it, and just past the door, were bumper stickers stuck to the wall with things like “J is for Jesus,” and “F is for Forgiveness,”. It was dark and the reception room was the size of my bedroom (pretty small). Everyone was going into a classroom on the left so I followed them. In it were sixteen metal school desks (the kind with a compartment underneath to pencil cases, paper, or books) clumped together in groups of eight. Some people were already seated so I sat down too. The teacher (a woman in her late thirties) didn't really mention anything about my being new but went to work teaching French and studying some text. It looked really, really easy. It was then that I realized what I had been put into (not literally, I was still in a school, of course). I was sad because I already missed Culham and saw what an opportunity it was to go there. I thought about the different teachers and students. The ones in the classroom looked really boring (I guess, it being a dream after all, I could tell). I knew instantly looking at the lifeless building that we would be lucky to even have chemistry and there would be no more Mr Fehr. History would be even more boring and we'd have no Mr Edwards to recount his history. I know I would never have put myself in this situation. “It must be a dream!” I told myself because I was sure of it. I tried to wake up but I couldn't and sitting in the chair, quietly panicked. As another student got up, (probably to write something on the board) I asked the teacher if I could just get some air and before she could answer, I got up and woke up.

Night of September 10-11, 2009

I don't remember much although there was something with a car. I think it crashed by rolling over. I don't remember if I was in it.

Night of September 9-10, 2009

I remember being in a very slummy and dangerous part of a city. It looked like Oxford although Oxford doesn't have any that were as bad as that. I was now quite lost but more stranded and had to walk a long way home by myself. When I got to a busier shopping area with a few restaurants, Mama and Papa were then with me. I remember then, the police pulled up, chased away some punks and picked up an aerosol deodorant can. They smelled it and kept it so we figured it must have had drugs in it. All going home together, I woke up.

Night of September 8-9, 2009

I remember, like most big dreams, being on a big quest. I was up in the mountains and I had a cheap motorcycle (like a 1980's Honda CBR). I was fighting someone else on a motorcycle and we kept trying to get the other to fall of the cliff on one side of the plateau we were riding on. I won. As he fell, it turned out to be someone in a sort of plot twist. The next thing I remember is being at a castle. Hagrid was being chased out of it by an angry mob although he had time to say goodbye to me and a thing that look like Shrek only much cuter and a bit smaller. He said we needed to stay where we were and finish our studies. After he left, I didn't care and followed him on my motorcycle. I met up with him on the plateau. Well, it's more like an area with really steep walls going up on 3 sides and one drop on the other side. Anyways, when I got to him, the dream changed him to Papa and Natasha. We looked at a big stone coming out of the ground which, whenever someone stood in front of it, showed them in how much danger they were in in the form of a convenient graph. We kept going along one of the tree tall sides (there was a rope bridge-style platform that went along it). We passed a few people and Papa talked about how in old video games, people couldn't pass each other but one had to go back so the other could go through. As he went on about if the trigger on the Wii remote is analog or not, (he “proved” it wasn't) I woke up.

Night of September 7-8, 2009

I remember being outside a McDonald's after coming out of the outside toilets next to it. (Well, not really outside, just detached like at gas stations.) Malfoy was there, by himself or not, I can't remember. He was calling me names and the random person I was with. We just acted really smug and completely cool as he tried to provoke me. He got desperate and grabbed a kid and bullied him and he said something but I don't remember. I just said, “yeah,” shrugged my shoulders and went inside. It was really hard to order my food inside because I couldn't find the real menu and only saw the weird specials. The cashier was an older woman and very nice and patient. Finally remembering chicken strips and just going to order them anyways, I wake up.

Night of September 6-7, 2009

I remember going to a store to buy two older games for GCN but when I came back, they were actually N64 games in PAL. Because I knew I would never make that mistake, I know it was a dream and I woke up.

Night of September 4-5, 2009

I remember being with friends, most who I'd never seen but the ones I knew were more the “smart” ones in my class. Like Isabelle. We were discussing, as we got on a train, how lucky we were to go to a school where they are allowed to tackle, discuss, and address “controversial issues”.

Night of September 3-4, 2009

I remember being at a beach town. It was an exorbitantly expensive neighborhood like the ones in L.A. I lived at a hotel and drove a fancy SUV. It was nearly impossible to drive because although the steering was fine, the gear selection was a button and a dial (like the ones in BMW's, I think). You had to hold down the button and turn the dial to change gears. I was kinda driving all over the place and it was actually really fun, if not a bit scary. I went to a car wash and the SUV, turned into a convertible sports car and I had to raise the roof to put it through the car wash. While it was getting cleaned, I met Natasha and Mama in the parking lot nearby and they were riding my new bicycle. In the dream, it had really confusing controls and Mama even bumped into one of the parked cars. Out there, in the L.A. heat, by the beach, as all was well, I woke up.

Night of September 2-3, 2009

I know I had a dream because I remember having one. I just don't remember what it is itself.

Night of September 1-2, 2009

I hardly remember anything. It was one of those “epic” dreams. The kind that's a huge complicated story and it changes and stuff.

Night of August 31-September 1, 2009

I remember being at a waterfront and seeing a giant boulder-looking UFO float around in the sky. It had come out of nowhere and the military was shooting it. It exploded and shattered. People were scared of something bad happening to them by the government like brain-washing or worse because of some sort of cover-up conspiracy. Later, the dream changed pace and I went to a supermarket. I went to the butcher's and deli section and there was the girl from that reality show called something like, “Young, dumb, and living off Mum”. She was the winner. I didn't recognize her as that or if I did, I didn't act on it. I was looking at all the dead chickens and the fake cheese decoration. She asked, like any good store keeper, if she could help me and I asked her about the chickens. She seemed off-put, as in, “Why does this guy care about that?” but I turned it into a (kinda stupid) joke that made her laugh and we talked about different things in the store. The conversation got to some of the fake mini-scenery and I accidentally hurt one of the bonsais. She got pretty angry but I made a random windmill, pinwheel-looking thing out of things lying around in two seconds and just randomly stuck it in the ground where the bonsai had been, She smiled and then made one herself. We looked at each other and instantly a race broke out on who could make the most windmills. I looked up from what I was doing and the entire store had been replaced by a huge sunny field on a hill. The countertop we had been at was then a small cliff sort of indentation in the hill. Behind us were a few people from school and they were with some friends whom I'd never seen before. The girl started singing to herself a Broadway musical song as we made pinwheels and randomly it got louder and music was playing from somewhere and the others joined in until it was like a big Sound of Music production. As we were all there, singing happily on that sunny hill, the giant boulder shaped UFO appeared out of the blue sky and swooped down and rocked back and forth in the air like a pendulum. Instantly the singing stopped and the people from school and their friends bolted off down the hill. The UFO came ever to closer to us two. There was a jeep nearby and I knew that we could try to run away but I didn't know if that was a good idea. It was a strange feeling. Sort of like: if we stay here, they'll look at us and get bored and leave but if we try to run they'll just follow us or worse. Wishing really hard not to be abducted, I wake up.

Nap of August 31, 2009 Woke up at 10:35 AM

I remember following the life of an African couple, vaguely, with their children as they were on a sunny beach in Korea but couldn't get either home or to America because of visa problems. The dream went back to me and I was on the very crowded beach with Mama, Papa, and Natasha. We left to go home (which apparently was nearby) but on the way, I remembered I had left my bag on the beach. We went back near the road and Papa and I looked down near the water. He found it stuck in the sand and was trying to dig it out but kept getting hit by waves (which hit me too). Just as he got it out, a massive twenty-foot wave tsunami swelled up and hit him then came towards me. I hardly had any time to react but I cupped my hands over my mouth and as the wave passed over me, I just breathed the air cupped in my hands. On the way back, Papa told me about how he had dived into the middle of the wave, effectively going through it, and I told him what I did and how I thought that it only worked with pressurized air. At home, (which was, of course, almost identical inside to the one in England) we discovered house spiders everywhere. Not like in the movies where the floor is covered or anything but like two here, two there, all spread out. In my closet, there were two in the bottom left corner on a spiral web and a big moth came and landed on it. It was a big too big to really get caught but it wasn't free so it sort of shuffled it's way on the surface of the web to the edge. The spiders then worked together to build the web bigger out in the direction that the moth was going so that it wouldn't get to the edge and escape. It was happening surprisingly quickly and I watched in amazement and horror as a series of flat, spiral spiderwebs grew out in three dimensions out toward me, each one supported by the other, It also kept moving towards me and, being so scared, all I could do was crawl away. Then I heard Natasha complain from her room that it was infested with spiders and Mama was going to get the bug spray. Mama and Papa seemed preoccupied with making dinner and one of them said they'll, “start the rice first” before addressing the spiders. Infuriated, I started to go downstairs to get the bug spray myself when I woke up. I hate spiders.

Night of August 30-31, 2009

I remember being in a kind of documentary about water and a river after passing by a water theme park on the bus. When we were filming the movie by a river, I found and ate a plant I found in the water and temporarily turned into something like a Zora (Legend of Zelda). Later, I started school at a new school. It was huge, confusing, and spread out although everyone was understanding and nice. I couldn't find my bag for a while and was late to class by a few minutes. The classroom was on the roof and the walls were made of glass. It was also very small; only four of five students along with four teachers were inside around some desks. When I came in they sent out the students and locked and barred the door. The students were excited and laughing as they looked at me locked in with the teachers. One of the teachers turned around and shot me with something like a plasma pistol (from Fallout 3) and I fell to the floor and turned halfway into the Zora thing. The students stopped laughing and just stood there, jaws open. The other teachers stooped around me and asked threateningly where I got the plant that did that. I suspected they were from the Enclave (Fallout series) so I didn't tell them anything and woke up.

Night of August 29-30, 2009

I remember I was in a Tintin story. Capitaine Haddock and Tintin were on a train and I was one of the minor antagonists of the beginning of the story. My suitcase looked exactly like Capitaine Haddock's and I dropped mine and took his “by accident” without him noticing. We (the captain and I) got off the train at a station and as I walked over to Mama and Natasha, I became me again. They were sitting in a fenced off corner of the train station, the area about the size of a living room. There were sofas, and operating table, and a TV. Natasha was taking her surgery exam and she was making stitches in the back of the mouth of what looked like a human head although I don't know if it was a model. Mama was watching TV which kept distracting Natasha. Natasha finished up, then gave the teacher a paper which she wrote and the teacher began to grade it. I sat down with Mama on the sofa and she watched me play Pokemon on Game Boy Color.

Night of August 28-29, 2009

I remember being on the computer. In one window was the dream, in the other I was browsing the Internet. In the dream, all I remember in a sci-fi theme and being held prisoner. On the Internet, besides looking at the funeral plans for an author who died in 1195 and had a funeral theme of broccoli, I was also chatting with people. One of Rich's friends tole me how to free myself in the dream. It worked! I was also searching for a song for Natasha and this factored into the dream somehow, too. Once having freed myself and feeling happy, I wake up.

Second dream. I remember being at a sort of farmhouse with a large warehouse next door across a field. It was night-time and a I was with Marie and a few others whom I've never seen. We were all walking next to the warehouse when men with guns came out and told us to stand up, lined up, against the wall. They then told us to take off our clothes. Everyone was crying and hysterical because we thought we were going to die. Marie waited and didn't take off her clothes. Instead she ran for it into the field. I immediately did the same. Everyone else stayed behind. I found Marie hiding in the field (they were really tall crops; corn, maybe) and together we escaped back to the house and hid. The men with guns didn't come after us and our other companions were released. They came back to the house although most of their clothes were confiscated. I was with Mama, Natasha and Papa. I was arguing with Papa they living in some palace (I think it was Versailles) was better than living at some other smaller one next door although he didn't believe me. Outside, it was back to where I live in England although behind the house across the street were a whole bunch of fields with the same tall crops. It was August 12 which was harvest day because of the half-moon and Natasha and I wanted to watch. Mama left to go somewhere (I think to Vernon's) and I think Papa went to sleep. It was getting lighter so I went down to the fields and there were everyone from the Lycée as well as European School all playing a weird, faster version of American football but mixed with a bit of rugby too. I joined it and made a touchdown after a few minutes, then woke up.

Night of August 27-28, 2009

I remember being in a sort of bunker. There was an organization for the success and advancement of girls and women throughout the world and I was going missions for them there as well as at school. The leader gave me a collection of tools wrapped in a cloth and it was a great honor. Very surprised, I woke up.

Night of August 26-27, 2009

I remember being in a strange little town somewhere in England. I think I lived there. I saw on TV an ad for a contest saying that if you own “one of the new 'silent Mini's'” you can enter a contest happening at a nearby festival over the next two days. The first one to complete the challenge would win something. The festival was in town and I went over to the contest area, It was a test of strength and stamina. A rope was suspended across several poles, sometimes tilting up, or being coiled or whatever. The challenge was to hang onto it with both hands and inch our way through this sort of obstacle course. There was a small line and when I arrived maybe five people were waiting. They all failed quite miserably, going only about five feet before letting go. Then, it was my turn. It was actually very easy and pretty fun, as well. It was kind of like going on monkey bars, except sideways and on a rope. The announcer was yelling all sorts of stuff about me going (like a sports announcer on the radio) and was attracting a crowd. It got pretty hard near the end but everyone was cheering me on and I made it. I won! The condition of owning a “silent Mini” (it's what it sounds like; a small, ugly, go-cart sized Mini Cooper that made no sound at all) was out of dream or at least irrelevant and I could claim the grand prize. Showing off my massive sum of money and brand new, personal, private jet, I woke up.

Night of August 25-26, 2009

I remember being in San Francisco. It was night time and I think people were after me; like the police or something. I knew I couldn't get away on the streets so I climbed up onto the roof of a building and ran as fast as I could. I was running very fast, like Sonic. The traditional triangular roofs because ramps and as I ran off them, I'd soar over three houses and continue. Finally, I got my to my old house. I was on the roof of a house across the street and I could look inside because there was an open window. There was just a hallway, though. After that, the dream continues and I remember all sorts of little pieces from either that dream or another one, before or after. They include, walking around a newly replanned Haight Street and wondering why everything was different. There was also throwing rocks at Steve's son or nephew's van, and a detective policeman strangling another one. Somewhere, somehow, at sometime, I wake up.

Night of August 24-25, 2009

I remember a big house, Gwendal, some twins shouting people, sneaking around, putting on beanies and walking through subway tunnels to deliver drugs to a man but not waking up.

Night of August 23-24, 2009

I remember being on a trip. I think it was like an exchange because there were a few people from the schools I'd been to such as Julien from the European School and Jack C. from the Lycée. We were each with our partner whom I've never seen before. It was a cloudy day and we went into the lobby of a fancy and crowded apartment building. For kicks, we wanted to go on top partially because there would be a nice view and also because it was there. When we came up to the elevators, the doorman said we required our keycards (which, obviously, we never had in the first place because we didn't live there). Some of us tried to bargain or sneak our way onto one but it didn't work. Others just sat down in the lobby. Seeing my chance, I bolted towards an elevator more in the corner; the doors were closing but I missed it. I acted in very much a hurry as well as angry and impatient as well as though I lived there. When the doorman inquired as to if I had my keycard, I just shouted, “Yes, yes, I do, hurry up! Come on!” and I acted very exasperated with him. Not wanting to get in trouble, he opened the door with his key and I got on the elevator. No one was in it although buttons were already pushed. I rode the elevator up to the eleventh floor and then crossed over to one of the main elevators and went down (which did not require a keycard). When I got down to the lobby, I shouted over at my friends and exchanges to come over and as the doorman was about to protest, I assured him they were with me. As they got on, (we were maybe ten in all) they congratulated me with things like, “Ouais pour l'Américain!” and, “Haha, good job!” The doorman was very suspicious but let them on anyway. The elevator had a glass door and walls and many of the real residents were scared. The building was somewhat built into a cliff for the first five or so stories then continued up past that like a normal building. The elevators were on the side of the building in the cliff and it was a fun sight, seeing the light through to top of the elevator, then popping out of the ground right next to cars going on the freeway. The elevator turned into something like a monorail train and went off sideways away from the building and towards a shopping center with mostly car dealerships. We got off here and when we looked back, the monorail had turned into a city bus. Around this bus stop was a street and beyond that a closed car dealership. The bus stop was on the top of a hill. The hill was very steep with about a 50% inclination or 45º with “flat” being level ground (I think I have that right). On top was one, big, long, continuous slab of concrete. We all went down it sliding on our shoes, squatting down like a surfer. I was one of the last to go because I was looking for my phone which I lost or never had in the first place. When it was my turn, I had a lot of fun sliding down at least eighty feet down a hill, leaning to steer (although I kept drifting to the left) and going very fast, actually. I raced Jack down (being the last two) but because he wanted to do it with his socks instead of shoes, for some reason, I was much faster and got to Paul S. and Julien M. as well as the others from school and the exchanges first. As an innovative way (to say the least) to celebrate my victory, I woke up.

Night of August 22-23, 2009

I remember being in parking lot in the driver seat of a(n American) car. Mama was in the passenger seat on the right. It was much too cramped. Even with the seat completely back, it wasn't wide enough. When I said this, she lamented that no one knows how to spell “wider.” I spelled it out to her and she was just like, “Oh. Ok, there ya go.” Meanwhile I was driving around slowly as best I could, hardly being able to touch the pedals. I said I just couldn't do it so we switched places and she began to drive. In the parking lot, all the cars were bunched up together next to a coffee shop where maybe fifty people were sitting outside. She drove really, and I mean “really” fast between these cars, practically drifting and not bumping into anyone although they all got very scared. She went past all of them and looped back through the deserted part of the parking lot back where we started and said it was my turn. I found myself on a skateboard (with protection, of course) although just like in real life, I'm abysmal with skateboards. I just said, “What the heck,” and tried it. I started down the hill towards the coffee shop. I gained speed until I was careening through, narrowly missing the people driving out of the way. When I got to the “T” intersection directly after that, where I was supposed to take a left so I could loop back to the start like Mama did, out of control, I ran the red light and made a right then crossed the road directly after that (in a “T” intersection) while the crosswalk signal was red. As I did the latter, I zoomed past a little girl and her even littler brother who, surely in awe, followed me across the street. Their father, who had an empty pink stroller (for the girl, I guess), waited for the green then crossed carefully towards us. He completely ignored me (who had grabbed the pole with the traffic signals on it in a last-ditch effort to stop) and scolded his children about not waiting for him and crossing the road on a red, etc. Glad I was just alive and just as astonished by that fact, I wake up.

Night of August 21-22, 2009

I remember going to a train station in London. It was very dirty. Trash and miscellaneous possessions were being dumped on the ground by the police conducting searches on all the homeless as well as the tourists. Every single sign was graffitied on, disrespecting the authorities. Inside the station, on the upper floors, there was an arcade and I was playing there with Mama. I remembered I won a card which was a voucher and I could redeem it for a prize. We played some other games for a while, then decided it was time to go home. We got on the X13 but then I remembered the card. Mama said we might as well redeem it now because it might not work the next time we go there. We got off and I ran back to the arcade and went to the machine for getting prizes for a card. The smaller prizes for tickets were somewhere else. I inserted the card and a DVD-like case came out with “Sims 2 or Sims 3” written on it. I already have both of these games. Wondering who I should give it to as a present, I wake up.

Night of August 20-21, 2009

The dream had something to do with school. I hardly remember anything at all.

Night of August 19-20, 2009

I remember being in Japan with someone, trying to pull off the largest embezzlement in history. Everything was planned exactly although it wasn't really working. We were in a cafeteria when FBI-type agents came in. Although my accomplice wanted to keep on going, I said it'd be better if we just stopped and tried again later. Fretting, I wake up.

Night of August 18-19, 2009

I remember looking at a topographical map with Mama and seeing a tiny mountain-type formation in north-western US. I asked her what it was ans hse said that although she doesn't know, it should say. Sure enough, on the map, when I put the cursor over it, it said “Point 1” on it as well as “Route 1”. As I zoomed in, I found myself actually there. It was a place for daredevils, adrenaline junkies, and tourists who want to go to places that don't have gift-shops. It was on the coast and looked like an island that a lighthouse would be on, although it was a mountain or hill on the cliffs just next to the Pacific Ocean. There were constant howling winds that lashed up the spray from the water and crashed it onto this precipice like a wave. On top of this, sat a lonely, broken, red London triple-decked bus. It was stupid because there was no way of actually really getting to the third level without climbing out the windows on the second level. I knew it was a bad idea but I wanted to go on top and sit inside the bus. It was missing at least one wheel and it rocked back and forth like an unbalanced desk. Although its condition suggested it had been there forever, the bus looked like it could slip off its mountain home and crash into the ocean any second. I looked at my map again and, like a 3-D Google Earth, could see the bus there. I zoomed in even further on the bus to try and figure out if it was stable enough to sit even for just a minute or two. Like before, as I zoomed in a lot, I suddenly found myself actually sitting inside. I was on the third level and could see the ocean out of foggy and cracked windows. Near the back of the bus sat a woman who looked out the window blankly as though it were actually moving. I got our of the bus (one way or another) and walked down the path leading away from it down the hill the bus was sitting on. I was on a quiet suburban English street with nothing unusual on it besides the fact that as I looked back, there, sitting where maybe one or two houses would have been was a big hill of slippery black rock and on it, the bus. Kids as well as their parents were climbing on it like it was a playground when suddenly a man told me they shouldn't be up there and a medical helicopter was coming to take anyone who “will get hurt in the next few minutes” to the hospital or at least help them off the bus. The people on it were all either parents around thirty years old or they were their kids whom the oldest was no more than seven. A helicopter landed and an Indian man (from India) came out and inspected the surroundings. Although I tried to explain to him to urgency of the situation, he just stared at what was happening then looked around at other stuff too. He began rambling on about something but because he was obviously of no help, I went back to the bus. People were climbing onto the bus from the balcony on the second floor of a house next to it. A woman, maybe twenty-five, held her baby over the edge and attached the little jacket it was in to a hook on the outside edge of the balcony. I recoiled in horror and was about to yell but she shook her head and I could tell she wanted me to be quiet for just a moment. Desperate, I turned to see if the Indian man was seeing this but instantly I heard everyone gasped. Before I had even turned my head back, I knew what was happening. I ran as fast as I could to where it was falling because it was only maybe ten feet away. Diving, arms outstretched, I woke up in a sweat.

Nap of August 18, 2009 Woke up at 4:20 PM

I remember the entire dream was like in Fallout 3. Stuff looked the same (only more realistic), there were the same voices, etc. The places I went were new and completely different. I was walking around some docking yards after wandering the Wasteland for a while. Some Brotherhood of Steel knights were rummaging through the post-apocalyptic ruins for old tech. The building we were in and around was huge. There was a wide, tall office building with empty large floors and all the furniture gone. A huge two-story tall bridge with windows and the works spanned 150 feet long, two stories above the ground. It connected to what looked like an old abandoned mall. I asked the Brotherhood of Steel people if I could just tag along with them for mutual security and because I was going through that area too. They agreed and we all proceeded to enter the office building. A lot of the doors were blocked and nearly all the furniture was either taken or burned away. The walls and windows were mostly missing making it look like a construction site. We proceeded onto the top level of the bridge. It was a bit like a really long attic built really just for access to the bridge's roof. I saw a large CD nearly the size of a record disc and so I picked it up, knowing it would unlock more background music (like in Super Smash Bros. Brawl). Although it all looked, felt, listened and smelled like real life, I think I perceived it a bit like a video game at the same time as know it was real life. Perhaps it was more like real life had video game characteristics, I don't know (or really care). Meanwhile, my new friends were being attacked by raiders, yelling their usual, annoying catchphrases and battle cries. I ran up, helped them in the gun fight and we continued across the bridge into the mall from where the raiders came out of. Inside, there were no raiders or other people. Fewer things were missing, the walls were intact, it was dark, the escalators which criss-crossed the middle of the building were still intact, there were consumer goods still on the shelves and it was pretty much in a well preserved condition. I walked out the doorway from the bridge and turned to the left and walked into a store with video games and ATV's. Homer Simpson was with me now, even dressed in the same dark, faded green Ranger's Battle Armor. He jumped on one of the display ATV's and started to ride in circles around the store floor. A gaunt, bony, very strict looking old woman at the counter asked Homer if he had taken classes on how to ride the ATV's. The question was not a hidden compliment but a verification that he should be allowed to ride at all. She had to ask several times until finally Homer turned off the ATV. The woman asked one more time very sternly and glared at him. Home beated around the bush and very slowly backed towards the door. Seeing what was coming, I ran up beside him. Swiftly, we turned and walked quickly out the door. The woman protested angrily, "You're not just going to run away, are you?" but we were already gone. Havin forgotten completely about the Brotherhood of Steel, I sat down at a kiosk where the two main characters from Schindler's List (I forget their names) were serving drinks to Natasha. As Homer sat down, he turned into Chuck Nolan from Cast Away. He ordered a drink. Natasha, who looked a little older but still certainly not of drinking age, ordered a small drink in a shot glass by wispering into the bartender's ear and gave it to me, saying she recommended it. She trying to supress a smile, I agreed. It tasted acidic and with a corrupted sweetness and on the whole very bad. She laughed to herself at her little prank and revealed it was, "Stale Ale". The drink wasn't that bad so I shrugged and looked at Tom Hanks. Music started playing. Heavy, dramatic, orchestral music of the kind played when the world is ending of a main character is dying of a heart attack and he dragging himself on the floor, two feet away from the dropped bottle of medication that would instantly cure him. That's exactly what Tom Hanks' situation looked like. Suddenly, people appeared out of nowhere as if there the entire time but invisible. They were dark and gloomy, like the ghosts on the train in Spirited Away. Tom Hanks was on the floor, slightly spasming, eyes wide open in terror of an unknown thing. Everyone else walking by saw him as a pathetic curiosity to swept up later or didn't see him at all. Somehow I knew it was the music bothering him and as it grew louder and the orchestra was reaching its climax, I explained to him, that that was all it was: music. Still scared, but coming to his senses, he looked at me, then slowly sat up as I said, "Listen, here is the part in the the would-be movie where the giant wave swells up and is about to hit the ship, and, hear, the hero's medicine is at his fingertips and the theater audience silence their heartbeats to listen and feel as they wait together, huddled in fright and anticipation, to see on their silver screen if he will live or die. In their frozen heads, they know the ending to all those sorts of movies, but in that sacred second, they forget and they wait." At that, I wake up.