Thanksgiving Weekend (October 11-14, 2013)

I know I had a few dreams during this time, but, again, I don't remember/didn't write down any notes for them because I am a lazy bum and needed my sleep. Sorry, but not sorry.

(I hope you Canadians had a wonderful Thanksgiving too though!)

October 10-11, 2013.

Three dreams:

1. Filming for something: a bunch of amateur skydivers but in different formations than the usual suspects. At the end, a really cute guy and I talked and hung out.

2. Jeremy Howard (Terrence from "Sydney White") held some kind of Hogwarts themed ceremony, except members of the council all had specific titles (ie. Master of the nature realm). Many different nationalities. This ceremony was filmed by youtube.com/devinsupertramp.

3. Nathan Sykes from The Wanted "killed." He faked his own death and hid out in a lair he had built a long time ago. [My notes are really small and loopy and dragged out, it's hard to explain, so I can't read what it says next, except for 'because running from people'...whatever that means. Maybe Sykes was just tired of being around people, so he just wanted to not be in the limelight anymore? It's possible. It's also a dream. So possible.]

October 8-9, 2013

The only part I remember, and want to remember, is that a past crush of mine, Thomas, and I were finishing puzzles together, in the camp dining hall. He was really good at them. One puzzle was a thermal image of the world, with odd shaped pieces; the other puzzle was a field of red flowers, with the normal puzzle-shaped pieces. Thomas kept staring at me like I would disappear, while I was figuring out where to put the pieces.  I couldn't ever meet his look for longer than a second. Even though he tried to force a couple pieces into spaces, he was really good at completing them. I would walk over when he did that and took the piece from him, and then he'd look at me. We didn't really work on the same puzzle; it's like we couldn't be around each other because of the tension.

October 3-4, 2013

I was "reporting" to a parent figure about what their kids had done, fight-wise. There were 4 children (girl, boy, girl, girl: oldest to youngest), each fighting [and I mean wrestling/martial art-ing/fist-fighting] 1-on-1 except for the eldest girl (she took on 6 after she went on a rage). The parent figure wanted the boy to tell him/her what happened, though, but he was speechless (something to do with the parent's voice, like he hadn't heart it before or he was just intimidated). The parent was impressed with me, but I don't remember what happened before or after the brawl.

I remember the feeling of thinking the parent was proud of his/her kids though. Like the fighting was supposed to have happened.

September 27-28, 2013

I had a couple of dreams this night (I was at a friend's birthday party/sleepover), but I couldn't remember what they were about.

September 26-27, 2013

I'm in redneck county, with a Chinatown running through the county. The Heighs (camp director and family) are also in the county [with me or not, I forgot]. There's a war going on: the sheriff is bonkers and out to get a kid who is rebellious, and she blames him for all the weird stuff going on in the county. The sheriff is eventually caught and sedated, and I have dinner at the Heigh house. Meghan, one of the daughters, gets her finger grazed by a bullet while we're playing outside, and she becomes the little drama queen she is when that happened. I take her inside to patch her up when the Heighs and their friends (mostly Asian for some reason) come in. I go off to take a shower; my room is like the locker room at my university.

September 24-25, 2012

I was with Cimorelli, another male YouTuber, and camp people. Cimorelli was making a movie (just Christina, Lisa, and Amy though. (Dani was around the set but not in the movie). We were in a dance studio-like place, rehearsing. It was either Lisa or Christina but she was styling people, Facebook game Mall World style. [I'm not sure where this is coming from but] Camp people are having a balloon fight, and I get a water balloon and hit the facilities' manager, Ken, which is a big mistake. Someone else gets ex-program director, Leah, and she's not amused. Ken and Leah were having a meeting with a few other board members or something. I try and get away from the scene, but ex-cabin leader Dave grabs me so I get what I deserve: a bucket full of water dumped on my head by Ken.

September 22-23, 2013.

My friend, Lisa, and I were going to Quebec together, to some kind of government building (for either a job, school transfer, or something else). On the plane to go to Quebec, we sat in different seats: she was closer the front, and I was in the very back, aisle seat. As soon as we neared the Montreal airport, everyone was keen to get off: the seat belt sign was still on after we landed but everyone undid their seat belts and stood up to get their overhead luggage. Flight attendants were freaking out because everyone was standing, and they made their way down the aisle frantically and slowly to shout at everyone to stay in their seats. When one of the flight attendants got to me, to check if anyone was in the bathroom, she applauded me by being the only one still in my seat. I smiled at her when she said that; I'm not an idiot (most of the time). I finally got off the plane, through the middle emergency exit (since everyone wanted to get off ASAP), and found Lisa waiting at the entrance into the airport, which looked a lot like the Long Beach airport. We walked in step to the bathroom, before going to the hotel.

And then I woke up. I'm pretty sure something happened before the whole flight, but, as always, I forgot.

September 6-7, 2013

So, this dream happened before the last two posts I made, but I forgot about the post I made in my phone. Here it is.
I slept over at a friend's house this night, and I had two dreams.

1. I know this girl named Promi, except the girl in the dream was named Promi but it wasn't the girl I know. I don't remember anything else about the dream except that it involved this girl.

2. And then I don't remember anything about the second dream.

Fun stuff.