December 2009
2 posts
fish, contacts, and animorphs
got a good night’s sleep last night, so:
1. There was some PHP event, so I had to stand outside Marketplace to greet people. First, I had to do some sort of training, which somehow reminded me of an econ or math test, except I couldn’t do the six problems and had to get the proctor to help me. After that, two other people and I, all dressed in maroon dress shirts, went to Marketplace....
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railroad tracks
the dream began in some sort of conference area, almost resembling the great hall. we were all sitting down, and GM decides to sit next to me. he didn’t talk to me at first, but then we started talking and i was thinking to myself, “woah! we’re not ignoring each other for once!” then apparently everyone was giving speeches, and the dsg president was an obese, short,...
November 2009
4 posts
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markers
1/2 dreams (the one I woke up to)
Again at Duke, had to constantly go to the bathroom (since I needed to IRL). Dreams of stalls and all kinds of toilets. I remember there were awkward stalls, where one stall door would have two toilets behind it (although the toilets were separated by a small separation thing like urinals (usually) are. Was also prepping for small group, but I think we were...
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godzilla
2 dreams during this thxgiving-day-afternoon-nap
1. forgot the dream
2. we were running away from godzilla and these enlarged grasshopper things. I was hiding behind the doors of one of the main quad buildings (soc sci?), but it called it perkins. people were frantic outside in the rain and the locusts flying around; godzilla still hadn’t come yet. i let some people in, among them were...
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hunted
2 dreams
1. I was hiding out in a house in the middle of a grassy plain. An African, Muslim boy was banging on the front door, and another one was banging on the back. I look at the front door. He glares at me through the window and points his gun at me. I gesture to him that I’m going to shoot him too if he doesn’t leave (Probably not the smartest thing to do since I didn’t...
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my inner g
I had this really interesting dream yesterday. Justin, me, Chris, possibly Agnes, and one more person (I think MChen was driving) were gangsters and we had to kill someone. We were all in a car with suits on, and then we decided last minute that we should probably get dark sunglasses to cover our identities…so Justin commissioned Chris to go to the store on the side of the road to get sunglasses...