I walked into a large restaurant. I was all dressed up, but the tables were nothing near fancy. They were long wooden ones with the fold-up legs, and the room looked like the basement of my church in Homer.

I wove a path between tables to find an empty one. I sat down, pulled out a pad of paper, and leaned over to write. A new coworker, Vicki, sat down on my right without asking if the seat was taken. I ignored her in hopes she would go away - I wanted to be alone. But she sat in silence.

On my left I was aware of some sort of projector screen on the wall behind me. There was going to be a presentation, but it had not yet started.

I noticed that my father was sitting a few tables behind me and to my right, but my mother was not in the room. He was talking with some people and being his boisterous self. I hoped he wouldn’t spot me and come say hi.

A waiter served her appetizers. On her plate was a pile of cherries and some chicken strips. She offered me a cherry, but I shook my head no.

I saw my grandparents walk around some tables and sit down beside my father. I kept looking over my shoulder at their table, hoping they were still engaged with the people at their table. And I desperately wanted Vicki to move.

My entire family (parents, grandparents, siblings and their families) went to visit my sister-in-law Heidi’s house. Every floor of her house had been set up like an antique/thrift store. We went downstairs into Heidi’s second basement (we were two levels under ground) to look at her 'good' items.

I noticed a bulge in the ceiling, but think nothing of it. The family got very comfortable in chairs and couches amongst piles and piles of antiques, when the ceiling bulge pops. The room quickly fills with yellow desert sand from the ground above. We have just enough time to get out.

I remember this happening before, and thought that it really sucks that it happened again just after Heidi cleaned all the sand out from the first time.

At this point in the dream a narration starts - it is a man's voice that sounded like a professional narrator. He talks about what other people are doing while the basement fills with sand. The visual played out the story he spoke - no other sound was present.

There was a couple in there 70s that were standing by the stairwell that led down into the basement. They were just starting to head down when my family ran up the stairs, almost knocking the older couple over.

The narrator then told about a teen couple that was experimenting with sex for the first time. The boy tried very diligently to give his girlfriend pleasure through oral stimulation, but she wasn’t feeling much pleasure. Having given up, they fell asleep naked together.

She had a nightmare that woke him. In order to comfort her, he pressed his finger to her clitoris. This woke her with strong orgasms. They were so joyous of the accomplishment of the pleasure that he continued stimulating her, and she continued orgasming, all day long.

At one point, they had fallen from their bed and down through some sort of pit, yet he continued to rub her clitoris. Both of them were receiving immense pleasure.

The narrator told me that she had orgasmed three times within the last hour. They gave no indication of slowing down.

I am standing in a large crowd of people that are quickly and silently filing unwillingly toward a large theatre-type building. It is about an hour after sunset and the sky is darkening. I am about a half mile from the building just outside of the main gate and up on a slight hill. I can see the crowd I am with number into the thousands, and that they are all people my age.

Just above and slightly to the left of the large building some fireworks are shot off. There are a pair of red dragon fireworks that swoop down towards the building, then turn back up and eats itself.

Once inside, my friend Helen with me and we were looking for a place to sit. The auditorium was not as big as I had expected, and many of my high school classmates had already claimed seats. I saw a close high school friend Ryan sitting a few rows below where Helen and I were standing. He was wearing a gold ring on his left nipple and a tight black top. He is sitting with some friends, but there is an empty seat on his left.

I want to sit by him and talk about everything; Helen convinces me to go down there and do it. When I get there, he tells me that he is saving the seat for Siobhan and then turns back to the friend on his right. Siobhan comes up behind me, pushes me out of the way, and sits down, hardly acknowledging my existence.

Back in the aisle to again find a good place to sit, Helen spots Tina a few rows above us on right aisle edge. I try to get her attention to see if there is any room, but she doesn’t see me.

I wander through the curtain on the edge of the auditorium only to come upon an extension of the auditorium. It had been split it into sections with large, deep red curtains. All of the seats are the same red color. I find the side room to be full of rejects: dorks, geeks, and the socially inept. They have been separated from everyone else, but I cannot figure out why.

The show starts on stage, but these rejects are not able to see it - they can only hear it through the thick curtain.

None of them are sitting in seats, but are standing on a platform above the seats. They are talking with each other about science and math and history. I wander through them, saying hi to everyone who makes eye contact. I am upset that they are separated from everyone else.

I walk up to a midget who is somehow physiologically connected to a square metal structure, much like a drum set cage. His structure stands four and a half feet tall, and he is suspended within. We make light conversation and I find he is very funny. He shows me how he opens up his metal square, and he pretends to be biting at something in the air with it.

I wander back further through the group and see a door on the back wall. There is a window making up half of the door, and I see that it is bright daylight outside. I open the door and walk out into the courtyard.

There is no one in sight, and I know that I am not supposed to be outside. Unhurriedly and confidently, I walk away from the theatre and towards the sun.

I, B, and another male walked into a room that resembled the choir room in high school. In this room stood KatiAnn, a friend from high school, and three other girls the same age. All four of them were stark naked and standing in a line while dancing and singing; KatiAnn was at the end of the line furthest from the door and us. I was very shocked to see these girls doing this because it was nothing like their personalities.

After a short while I realized that they were completely drunk and didn't know what they were doing. Because of their nakedness, I tried to push B out the door and back into the hallway. But he kept wandering back in, staring with horrified confusion. The other guy we were with had the same horrified look as B. Neither one of them could look away.

I am then lying on my back in the middle of a small room. I slowly become aware that someone is kneeling over me. After some more time, I realize the person is female, and she is naked. Suddenly aroused, I sit up and grab her from behind. Her flesh is a very light color, feels smooth, and smells clean.

I run my hands over her sides and hips, around to her stomach, and down to her groin. My fingers close around a penis I recognize to be as B's. Confused, I turn her around and see a female groin. But again when I feel her genitals, she has a penis.

B and I were in a nice, large apartment. One afternoon, there were a lot of people in the parking lot, and a few of them had chosen to park either in our spots or directly behind us such that we were unable to leave. I went to the neighbors to ask them to move the cars.

Everyone has outside doors to their apartments. Inside theirs was a staircase. I followed the man, woman, and young boy up three floors and I could tell there were at least two more. Each floor was quite small and the staircase was circular and right in the center of each floor.

Each floor was quite small - large enough for each room. I wondered if all of these floors were theirs, or if each floor was rented to different people. We sat down on the third floor in silence.

Back in my own apartment, I saw yellow sports car back out from behind our red car in the parking lot. The yellow car spun a few circles, and sped off. Then our red car did the same. Thinking it was being stolen, I raced outside only to see our car disappearing down the road.

Back inside I noticed that B was gone. I figured that he had jumped into our car to follow the person in the yellow car. But after a few hours he still wasn’t back; I was angry with him for going off like that without telling me.

I opened the front door to look for the car, and standing right there was our friend Izzy. I was shocked that he would be on our doorstep after so many years of not talking with him. He came inside and sat down in the living room. I went into the kitchen to prepare him some food.

The kitchen was extremely long and skinny. I peeked around the wall into the living room and asked him if he saw how long the kitchen was. He replied in the affirmative.

B drove into the parking lot. I ran out to meet him, crying in my worry and anger of him being gone so long. He had a piece of cardboard over his right eye; I reached up and removed it.

He cried out in pain and replaced it. He told me how when he was out he got two ticks, one in his ear and one on his lower eyelid. He had pulled them out, and they caused him great pain. He showed me a small white little bug that didn’t look like any tick I recognized.

It had dug its fingernails into his flesh. When he had pulled them out, the fingernails had gotten some rubbery quality and extended quite some length. They had broken away from the body of the bug but remained in his skin.

I reached up to feel his ear, and could feel two sharp fingernails still attached. I gently worked them out.

I was standing next to a tall fence with a very large group. It was in the middle of the night and the moon provided just enough light. One of the people with animalistic features and tendencies jumped over the fence and disappeared; the rest of the group waited impatiently. After about ten minutes, a sheep was thrown over the fence, presumably by the person who had just jumped over.

When the sheep landed on the ground, it was extremely bloody and dead. One of the members of the group grabbed the sheep behind its neck - which was obviously broken - and dragged it off in a direction perpendicular to the fence, towards the woods.

Just as that person was out of sight, another bloody sheep flew over the fence and landed in the same place as the last. Another person dragged it in the same direction.

Again and again this happened for a few hours. The group standing by the fence had diminished one by one as they pulled sheep off into the night. There was now an obvious path of blood from the place the sheep landed towards the woods. It was so saturated by blood that the center foot of the path was white and there was a foot of red on each side.

B and I are in an old castle. Right before us a group of people fade into existence. I ask one man about what is going on. He tells us that they are the armies of the past reenacting battles and pertinent scenes.

The people fade out and we run through a large hallway in the castle so as to get out of the middle of the group before they come back. While in middle of the hallway, a few hundred people fade back in.

While they are still transparent they are frozen in time. We see that they are all holding baseball sized spiky balls and are prepared to throw them right where b and I are standing.

We hop into a barrel and all the balls are thrown into the barrel. We try to throw them all back out, hoping that the people will fade back out before the balls explode.

I am in a vehicle and driving very fast away from something. I am crying very hard and my eyes are so blurred that I can hardly see the road. Behind me, Tina is following in her car and trying to get me to stop. I won’t stop for her or anyone else. I need to get away.

I drive into the parking lot at eagle and slam on the brakes, the car skids onto its side as if it were a bicycle. I wiggle out of the cars window and start running away from it, but I go back to turn the car off.

I run into a parking space. It is slightly dipped, but as I fall into it I find that it is covered with a foot of powdered snow. I crawl farther in and disappear beneath the snow. I am a bit sad that Tina wouldn’t be able to see me in there.

I was standing in a large shower with Damon, B, Beth, and Dana. The shower was a stall with frosted glass doors. The door opens and in peers B's parents and a few obscure relatives. B's dad talks to him a bit about something of utmost importance. Once the conversation stops, B's dad stares at me.

Feeling my nakedness, I try to cover myself with my hands and tell him he can close the door.

I was helping a guy with some science project he was doing for work. We were on the side of a green hill and it was a beautiful, sunny day. He was very good-looking, but a bit slow. He also turned out to be very funny. After a few days of helping him with his project, I had fallen for him. And I liked to think that he had fallen for me a little bit as well.

He invited me to a concert at his church that night. We held hands the entire walk inside; I was in love. Just as we wove our way through the pews to get a good seat, I needed to urinate. I excused myself and went on a search for a bathroom.

I found numerous girls' rooms, but each one had a long line. I thought I had remembered seeing one between two doors, but when I asked the usher, he told me no. There were no boys' rooms in sight. When I finally found a boys' room, I told the pastor (in whom I had enlisted help) that I was going to go in. He looked horrified, but at least didn’t try to stop me.

I yelled into the room that I was about to come in. There was one guy in a stall that was zipping up as I announced this. He was very surprised that I was in the bathroom. There weren’t any urinals in the room.

I chose a stall that didn’t have anything in it: no toilet, no stall, not even a drain. I went into the neighboring stall and saw that the door didn’t go all the way down to the floor - it barely came to my knees. I spread out my skirt in order to cover myself appropriately and squatted down.

My bladder was feeling as though it were going to burst. But no matter how I relaxed my bladder muscles, I could not pee. Then two girls came in and insisted on sitting on my lap. The girl on my left asked if I were going to marry her brother. She said that she liked me a lot - I was his best girlfriend yet.

All this while I tried concentrating on releasing my flow of urine, but it never came. So I got the girls off of my lap and left the bathroom.

I saw Tina and followed to her seat. She was holding a baby, but there was no room for me to sit with her. I ended up standing with a group of women in the aisle.

Damon and I walked into a town in which everything was tiny: the buildings came up to our shoulders and the trees came to our knees. All of the people were little bitty and reminded me of elves. They entertained us for a very long time. In the basement of their church, the mayor and the pastor provided food and shelter for us.

The pastor was old and a little round; he had white hair, a white beard, and spectacles. Damon talked for lengths to the mayor; she had very interesting stories about their little town. When she left, she locked the door. There was no way we could get out.

We tried to remember how we had gotten into this little town, but were unable. One of the windows in the basement opened a few inches, but not enough for anyone to squeeze through.

I picked up a phone that was sitting on a nearby desk and tried calling b. I didn’t have to use an area code, which I thought to be quite unusual. B wasn’t home, but I did leave a message on the answering machine.

Then I tried calling Brian, but I couldn’t remember his phone number. I picked the phone up again, and Brian was on the other line. I asked him for his number, and he was curious how I had called him without knowing his number. I suggested that perhaps it was the same number as the phone I was using. It was a very important piece of the puzzle, but I couldn’t quite understand it. He gave me his number anyway: 1121.

I managed to get out of the little basement, and I stole a police car. I was amazed to even fit inside of one. I went back and got Damon. The good thing about stealing a cop car is that even though the entire town knows it’s stolen and is out looking for it, I can park it right next to another cop car and no one will suspect a thing.

I had remembered a girl driving me around before we were locked in the church basement, so I followed where I remembered her going. We drove over a small bridge and into a large room that was darkened by the stone walls - it was a man-made cave. On the left were an emergency phone and a keypad. We tried a few different key combinations in hopes that a door would open, and then we picked up the phone.

From the phone came a pre-recorded message. It was the pastor's voice: "Are you a young male interested in coming to summer camp? Do you have a strong, hard, hot body? Do you know how to tilt your head in just the right way?" We were disgusted and couldn't listen to any more.

The mayor and pastor showed up and we knew getting away was hopeless.

Mom, grandma, and I were in grandma’s small gray car. Mom was driving and I was sitting in the middle front seat. Grandma had gotten her hand caught in the doorway while getting into the car; half of her right pinky finger had been sliced off. Dad did the same thing on the same door a few days previous.

She wasn't worried about going to a doctor about it; she had wrapped it up in the used kleenex that she keeps under the band of her watch. I kept staring at her stump: it did not seem to bleed at all.

Grandma had wrapped the piece of her pinky that had been sliced off in some more kleenex and set it on the dashboard. It kept rolling back and forth as mom drove. Most of her kleenex was used for her stump, so the detached piece was not completely wrapped - I could see the entire long fingernail.

Mom drove us into our parking lot and parked the car by the front door; they were talking and didn’t get out of the car. I started to feel suffocated and needed to get out of the car, but because I was sitting in the middle, I couldn’t unless they did. All I could do is stare at her finger piece and its fingernail sitting on the dashboard.

I was in a small blue gray car with Dad and Melissa; someone else was driving. We were on our way to bring me to college. At the top of our driveway, we saw B's family lounging in my grandparent's lawn. We stopped and I got out to invite them along. His dad and two sisters agreed to come along.

Getting everyone in the car was quite a hassle: we had 7 people in a car that only has 5 seats. We decide that someone could fit behind the back seat; Melissa was volunteered, and we dropped her back there.

Jayme sat in the front passenger's seat. In the back seat, left to right, was my father, me, Sarah, and Dick. Every time I sat back, Dad would poke or pinch me on the hip in such a way that it tickled and hurt at the same time. This made me scoot my hips away from him and the back of the seat while my shoulders stayed put.

I snapped at him to stop it, but he wouldn’t. Every time I scooted forward, I made the already scrunched back seat more uncomfortable for everyone. I became livid at him and no longer wanted to sit next to him. I did not feel safe.

B handed me a diaper. Thinking I've never changed the baby’s diaper before, I was excited to do it for the first time.

I was waiting outside an elementary school with a beefy dark blue baby stroller. I can see the playground off to my right and the school right in front of me; I am comforting a little girl who is crying. She is not my daughter, but a friend's, and I feel very emotionally connected to her. After she finishes crying, I send her back inside to class. My job done, I pack up my stuff and start to leave.

At that time, a bunch of people show up. There are a bunch of women who had elementary age children many years ago as well as Pam and Tina. They come up to me and want to talk. I need to leave, but I cant figure out a way to get away from them. I feel panicked that I wont be able to leave in time.

My friend Matt and I are in a house basement - it is laid out just like the basement at work. I lean in on tip toe (he is taller than I) and give him a kiss on the lips. He looks a little shocked, and glances at the stairs leading up. He asks about B, and I answered him with another kiss. No longer as shocked, he kisses me back.

Then I am lying on top of him; we are kissing frequently. We giggle and kiss and have a great time in the basement.

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