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.