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09-30-2014, 11:02 AM
Tuesday September 30, 2014
I am in a building competing with other people or teams to win a resource, I think it was a person. We are in this school and in one room there are several people, most of whom are moderators. We keep venturing out into the school building and coming back to this room. When we come back to this room, the moderators will tell us if we've won or not. The number 21 is significant to winning. We can only win for a certain amount of time, twenty one minutes, or we can only play until the twenty first hour, or we only have twenty one tries... something like that. Well somehow I outfoxed the other people and won this person. A group of people including myself immediately escorted this person to an elevator. The elevator is so short- barely tall enough for me to stand in. We all squeeze in body to body, and the doors close. There is hardly room to move. We ascend slowly and for a long time. It must be a tall building. Our goal is the top floor, but we never quite reach it. I keep having this feeling like the elevator is going to get stuck. And even though we're ascending, I also feel like there is someone right on the other side of the door. They're so close, I could touch them if the doors weren't there. We never get stuck. I wake up before the dream ends.
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I am at a festival with some of my friends. Most of the festivities are behind us in and around the large brick building. In front of us is a parking lot, and to the left of the lot are multiple fenced in areas, like basketball courts and tennis courts. People are in and around the courts, and are around the parking lot but not in it. Workers quickly set up this large metal platform maybe 3 meters tall alongside the parking lot in the grass. People start going up there, and I make the climb up the stairs. I hang out up there with some friends and we look around, able to see over all the people and any props. The cool nighttime breeze flows freely up here as well. A second metal platform grows up to match the first, and a narrow catwalk connects the two. Everyone funnels across the catwalks and onto the second platform. I was one of the last people across, and once the first one was empty it disappeared. A third platform cropped up, and I could tell this game would continue so I got down. I found my boy Jon, and he was with a beautiful brunette chick. We stood on the sidewalk which runs from the parking lot to the front of the building and separates the fenced in recreational areas from the building and the moving platforms. We talk and joke around, and laugh for a while. I don't know if I buy it, or it is given to me, or if I find it, but I somehow acquire a sweet solid yellow zip-up hoodie which fits perfect. I find this appropriate because yellow is my favorite color. I've never seen a yellow hoodie like this before. We walk all the way across the parking lot and get into Jon's silver BMW. We buckle up, and talk, and rest for a minute, and do everything that we need to do to prepare for the journey home. We back out and drive left to the exit of the parking lot.
Soon we are pulling back in. Jon forgot something at the festival. We get out of the car and start the walk across the parking lot. I hear a familiar voice yell from the moving platforms, "Hey, !" It is the voice of Akeem, a good friend of ours from college. He is of course just kidding with us, but I take notice of what the three of us are wearing. We look pretty fresh. Jon shouts a zinger right back at him. We continue back up onto the sidewalk we hung out on before. There are less people now than before. We turn left with the sidewalk and approach the brick elementary school building main entrance. A huge, black security guard shouts to us from a window off to the left of the main entrance:
"How dare you miss your detention! Get in here!" I find this odd, since this is an elementary school and we're in our twenties. We swing open the two metal doors. The hallway is full of people our age for the festival. But there is a little, cute black girl no more than 9 years old standing in the middle of the hallway. She has dark hair with lots of small curls. She looks almost like Clementine from the Walking Dead video games. She yells at us for missing detention too, in what might be the cutest way possible.
I am in a building competing with other people or teams to win a resource, I think it was a person. We are in this school and in one room there are several people, most of whom are moderators. We keep venturing out into the school building and coming back to this room. When we come back to this room, the moderators will tell us if we've won or not. The number 21 is significant to winning. We can only win for a certain amount of time, twenty one minutes, or we can only play until the twenty first hour, or we only have twenty one tries... something like that. Well somehow I outfoxed the other people and won this person. A group of people including myself immediately escorted this person to an elevator. The elevator is so short- barely tall enough for me to stand in. We all squeeze in body to body, and the doors close. There is hardly room to move. We ascend slowly and for a long time. It must be a tall building. Our goal is the top floor, but we never quite reach it. I keep having this feeling like the elevator is going to get stuck. And even though we're ascending, I also feel like there is someone right on the other side of the door. They're so close, I could touch them if the doors weren't there. We never get stuck. I wake up before the dream ends.
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I am at a festival with some of my friends. Most of the festivities are behind us in and around the large brick building. In front of us is a parking lot, and to the left of the lot are multiple fenced in areas, like basketball courts and tennis courts. People are in and around the courts, and are around the parking lot but not in it. Workers quickly set up this large metal platform maybe 3 meters tall alongside the parking lot in the grass. People start going up there, and I make the climb up the stairs. I hang out up there with some friends and we look around, able to see over all the people and any props. The cool nighttime breeze flows freely up here as well. A second metal platform grows up to match the first, and a narrow catwalk connects the two. Everyone funnels across the catwalks and onto the second platform. I was one of the last people across, and once the first one was empty it disappeared. A third platform cropped up, and I could tell this game would continue so I got down. I found my boy Jon, and he was with a beautiful brunette chick. We stood on the sidewalk which runs from the parking lot to the front of the building and separates the fenced in recreational areas from the building and the moving platforms. We talk and joke around, and laugh for a while. I don't know if I buy it, or it is given to me, or if I find it, but I somehow acquire a sweet solid yellow zip-up hoodie which fits perfect. I find this appropriate because yellow is my favorite color. I've never seen a yellow hoodie like this before. We walk all the way across the parking lot and get into Jon's silver BMW. We buckle up, and talk, and rest for a minute, and do everything that we need to do to prepare for the journey home. We back out and drive left to the exit of the parking lot.
Soon we are pulling back in. Jon forgot something at the festival. We get out of the car and start the walk across the parking lot. I hear a familiar voice yell from the moving platforms, "Hey, !" It is the voice of Akeem, a good friend of ours from college. He is of course just kidding with us, but I take notice of what the three of us are wearing. We look pretty fresh. Jon shouts a zinger right back at him. We continue back up onto the sidewalk we hung out on before. There are less people now than before. We turn left with the sidewalk and approach the brick elementary school building main entrance. A huge, black security guard shouts to us from a window off to the left of the main entrance:
"How dare you miss your detention! Get in here!" I find this odd, since this is an elementary school and we're in our twenties. We swing open the two metal doors. The hallway is full of people our age for the festival. But there is a little, cute black girl no more than 9 years old standing in the middle of the hallway. She has dark hair with lots of small curls. She looks almost like Clementine from the Walking Dead video games. She yells at us for missing detention too, in what might be the cutest way possible.