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What's the point of dreams, if you can't remember them?
What's the point of remembering them if you cannot find a use? I, the dream
reader, shall post records of my dreams that I remember and what I
interperet them as. If you want to know as much as there is about dreams;
Read on.
Dream 01/02/08
I was flying a plane. It was to test out my new plane design theory. I was flying it well and I got a message from my supervisor. Only one person was on board-- besides my supervisor that is. The plane had no seats but rather a small bed. The passenger seemed to be attracted to me and tried to seduce me to no avail. The supervisor told me what was happening and in order to make the passenger happy, I should obey him. I told him no and tried to move toward the pilots seat when I was knocked out. I awoke in the bed and got out to the pilots seat and began to go down. However, something was wrong. I was going straight up. My supervisor told me to slow down and so I turned the plane around and began to go straight done. My supervisor was at the doors and was crashing and attempted to make it to the pilots seat. We landed safely. As I exited the plane I met with my friends. They were complaining to me about the new jigsaw puzzle design. We began a petition to get the old jigsaws back and we received it. In addition, for starting the position we got a jigsaw puzzle "map." We were never able to find out what the map did.





Dream 01/01/08
I was in my current school, however, it contained only people from my previous school.
It started off in Drama Club. Apparently I had no classes with a certain friend and we decided to join Drama Club to be in a class together. We were working on a scene in the play, where we roast a random kid by putting wooden stakes on fire below him. When we finished the next day began. I was walking down the halls and going down stairs searching for my last period class, of which I completely forgot what it was. I reached the bottom floor and went outside to see some cheerleaders from a higher grade making a cheer about "Dismay." The bell rang and everyone went back inside. One of my friends caught up with me and asked if I saw the cheer. I only saw part of it. I returned to search for my class with a cake in my hands. But I couldn't find the class room. I left the cake on the 3rd floor stairway and found my art teacher on the 2nd floor. She was late, but going up to class. She was using the stairway where I left the cake and was coincidently the closest stairway to the classroom. I hurried up the stairs, but I knew I wouldn't be able to pretend to be on time, because she would be there before me. Never the less I met my teacher at the top, but neither of us could find the classroom. She said that she lost her way as soon as she saw the cake. We sat at a desk in the hallway and she gave me tips on my recent art project. Half way through, however, my woodworks teacher opened the door and said that he needed me for drama. I did my play for the small audience and I found myself camping outside with a group of people. They asked me how we were able to roast the boy. The boy who had been roasted sat next to us and stayed quiet, giving us a mean stare and returned to his work. I then awoke.





 
 
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