This entry and all others from 1996-97 are part of my dream project which extended from August 1996-97. I kept track of my dreams for an entire year by recording them to audiocassette and illustrating what parts I could in composition books. I ended up with over 70 ninety-minute cassettes and four composition books detailing my dreams.
The written transcription is from a much later date than 1996-97 but is almost word-for-word, with some slight corrections and omissions. This typed transcription is not 100% faithful to the original verbal account, as it allows for slight modifications, additions, omissions, and corrections. There are new separations between paragraphs and dreams are separated into different entries at approximately the right places. In addition, segments of dreams MAY be transposed/moved/added to other sections as I see fit. Aside from these modifications, these dreams are detailed exactly as I had them over six years ago.
I was at college in some kind of class. I sat down and we were watching something on TV. Dianne B. was sitting far across in front of me, and Michelle T. was there too. Something happened on the TV, and Dianne turned to me and yelled something like, "Remember 'Negative Three'!" (That was an in-joke we had back in high school; hard to explain, as I can't even remember how we came up with it by now. ^_^ ) Then something else happened on TV and she yelled something else; I thought, "Oh Lord, she's going to get in trouble."
There was a pause, then the teacher said, "Who was yelling?" Dianne raised her hand and he said, "Do you want to come sit up on my right?"...which I guess was some kind of punishment. *shrug* She didn't say anything, but the show went on and she yelled again; she wasn't being bad, I guess she just forgot. So the teacher said, "Come here and sit on my right." And so Dianne had to go up and sit on his right, and I remember looking over the table and peering at her sitting over there. For some reason it was hard to see her. (All of this was COMPLETELY against how Dianne B. would act in real life. She was a very shy, quiet person, like myself, and not prone to getting in trouble.)
While I was in the class they were talking about Roswell or something. I had something--it was plastic and shaped like a Reese's Cup, and I tore off a piece of silvery tinfoil and wrapped it around it so it looked like a little UFO. I made fun of it; I was all, "Oooo! UFO, aaahhhh!"
Then I had to leave the college. It's like I had packed stuff in this big suitcase in case I had to stay there the night, but I only had to bring some of this stuff home. So here I was, pulling out some things from this suitcase, and I found my burgundy pants. I said to myself, "Gee, I thought I had those at home." I found another pair of pants, and took some of my other things out of there, like some books that I was reading, then I turned around and looked at the floor and found some more books I had been reading, too. I spotted The Canterbury Tales but thought, "No, I've already read that," so I left it. One of them I think was Stuart Little but I left that also because I didn't really feel like reading the rest of it. Then I saw my algebra book and thought, "Oh, I have to bring that," because that was the class, somehow, and I needed to take it home as homework. So I was picking out these different things to put in the smaller bag that I was going to bring home with me, and I remember Ma was waiting for me.
There was some kind of diner or cafe or something, and a woman waiting for something, and Elvis--or somebody dressed like Elvis--was there also. He might have been hitting on the woman but I can't remember very well. Either that or she was waiting for him. I'm not sure what this had to do with the rest of the dream; maybe it was part of the school?
Anyway, I went looking around for a bathroom and finally found one. There were four doors, but two of them opened onto one big stall. The doors were like marble colored, whitish, and the bathroom was big and fancy. One of the doors to the big stall was open and one was closed; I closed the other one because I was going to go in there, but then I decided, "No, I'd better go in a smaller one because this stall's so big." This girl came in and she looked at the stalls like, "Are you going to go in there?" but I went in the smaller one...but now it was another one of those "public bathroom" dreams!! When I sat down I could see her nearby, also going to the bathroom, and I knew that she could see me! >_< I tried to scrunch down as much as I could, and now recognized the other girl as Karrie H., a girl I knew in elementary school. Somebody else came in to go to the other stall and she was off to my right. And now the toilets were like sinks; they were very shallow, and I had to position myself just so in order to go to the bathroom, or else I'd get myself wet. *cringe*
I looked off to my side and there was something that seemed kind of like a lava lamp, but when I went over to it it was just globs of soap spitting out of some kind of sinklike thing. I went to the bathroom for what seemed like forever--it seemed I couldn't get it all out o_o; --so I left it to go out to see Ma. I walked down these steps in the dark, outside, and thought, "I should have a light to see where I'm going." I could see well enough anyway, though, and thought, "I'd better go to the bathroom before I leave, but, nah, I don't have the time." I was waiting, because when I'd just gone to the bathroom, that hadn't been before I was going to leave. I prefer to go to the bathroom right before I leave, rather than a long time before. I realize this dream makes little sense, but that's the way it went.
Available illustrations:
* Bathroom. [down arrows] 1 big stall. (door I closed) stalls & doors--marbled white; walls & floor--marbled maroon(?). [up arrow and left arrow] the stall I entered; but then I was on other side. [arrow pointing up from inset] shallow sinklike bowls
