To bed at 11:50pm. Before bed the evening consisted of: band practice, reading a few chapters of "The Karamazov Brothers" and then suddenly feeling very tired while reading, about to conk out, but once in bed had a hard time falling asleep. Feeling a bit constrained with time, money, and social obligations (re: Friday evening).
4:02am (approx. woke up a few minutes before but didn't look at the time)
Woke up really sweaty. Using too many blankets. Feeling very awake, not really tired. No dreams recalled. Back to bed at 4:25am, but took a while, at least 20 minutes, to fall asleep. Heart beating a bit fast, mind not quite galloping, but trotting.
7:11am
1. Setting and mood forgotten. I was talking with other people (possibly our real life band?) about playing "nicer" music, when one member of our real life band said, "Christian Slater might be upset." Which meant, "Slater is badass. Don't be a bunch of sissy unless you want to disappoint him." Lighting, i think, was a bit darker.
2. I was looking through a Lego magazine with someone, and then i was watching a Lego video, and then i was looking at a Lego model in front of me. There was a varied terrain set up, with a pool of water like a lake on one side of a prison door that had no walls except for the shore of the lake. By the prison door was a wizard, and a bunch of animals were on the other side. Then the model came to life. The wizard somehow lured half of the animals through the prison door and into the lake where they were amalgamated into a super monster. Then, he started trying to lure in the second half of the animals, also now including myself--although i forget if i was myself or an animal--and while we were being lured in, there was superimposed over this dream the image of me peeling potatoes. The dream had a bit of a worried feeling, but not that bad for the fact of being forced into the super monster where my own individuality or self would be swallowed up and forgotten. Lighting was like a cloudy but fairly bright afternoon. I think the dream took place partially in one of my childhood bedrooms.
3. I was at a family dinner with lots of different family friends, specifically family friends who knew each other from the church i grew up in. One father and son (not my dad and i) were having an increasingly heated conversation. The son was talking about going on a trip and the father was angry that he was planning to leave. The dad was upset because his other two children had so many troubles in their lives and he was afraid of his son loosing his stability and then needing to be extraordinarily concerned about all his children. His son he was arguing with saw his dad and trying to curtail his freedom. They kept getting ruder and more angry with each other. I kept looking over at them where they were sitting beside each other at a different table from me. Then the son got up from the table and asked i wanted to go downstairs and hang out in his room. I went down to meet him, but i don't think he arrived. Then there were other people downstairs, possibly some other kind of gathering, possibly a church-type gathering. People were waiting to use the bathroom. I had not expected anyone else to be down there, and i was laying on the floor without any clothes writing (in almost the exact same position i write my dream logs) while i was under a shower (but not in the bathroom), so i and the paper i was writing on were getting wet. Then a group of girls came to use the bathroom, saw it was locked, and saw me without any clothes, and they were disgusted. One of them walked over with a hand-held dust broom and started sweeping my hair or neck or back or all of them a few times. It felt good. Then, somehow the dream changed again and i was at some kind of outdoor festival (sort of like Folk Fest, but not exactly, maybe Folk Fest combined with a children's festival?) carrying plate or two and some cutlery. I came to a cordoned-off area and asked if i could get through to use the bathroom. I want to wash the dishes and cutlery. The gate person said, "Either you want to use the bathroom or you're sneaking in." They let me in. I got to the bathroom, which was a row of wooden-slat outhouses that were painted a fading turquoise that were connected, but there was no running water and i couldn't wash the dishes, and once inside i thought that i should've left the dishes and cutlery outside the door because people would be grossed out why i took food implements into a bodily-waste-disposal area. In the bathroom, instead of having toilets, there were crude holes in the ground. Also, they weren't individual stalls, but one long, corridor. It was dirty in the corridor. A guy comes in through the door beside mine and strikes up a conversation while he goes to the bathroom and i'm still trying to figure out what to do about the plates and using the hole in the ground. It was sunny out but a little difficult to see.
8am (set my alarm earlier so i had time to get things ready for this evening)
1. A friend of mine was talking about being sick or having a disability. He said, "It's a wonder i haven't started drinking." Meaning, he's trying not to get wasted to avoid dealing with the sickness or disability.
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