Another Dream-o-rama

Last night, starting from the top:

I was in a very hip bar, with lots of neon and shiny black surfaces. I was really craving a coffee though, so I got a mocha, and then afterwards decided I had better get my drink on, so I was asking a bartender to spike it. I had to locate my drink, and then presumably got set up. It was a birthday party for CC, her family had decided that as a present they would buy us all a suite off of the main bar area so we could crash afterwards. I was very excited about it, the suites were very plush, and I didn’t have to worry about driving. The others were much more excited about the prospect of bar hopping, and we were plotting our exploits. I can remember not being able to find the birthday girl.

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I was teaching at a new college. It was a really small college with a rowdy clientele. In order to keep the students in line, Professor Snape (the academic dean) was staying in my classroom. After two classes, he decided that I had it under control, so he left the class. Almost immediately, the students started to act out. One student in particularly was disruptive, so I sent him out of the class. Others seemed to think this was a bonus, not a punishment, so a few more left after him. I was angry, so I made a pop quiz on the spot, and didn’t allow the students who came rushing in afterward to take the quiz. It didn’t seem to help. Also, I had no idea what I was talking about up there, so it was difficult to teach. I had only made one question on the pop quiz, while all the time pretending like it was a scheduled quiz that I had planned.

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I decided that I should go to the big hippie supermarket. I wanted some fresh fruit. I headed into the place, and it was a dirty, dingy-looking gardening store. I walked through the main building out to the back where they had plants for sale. I found a lot of dishes with guacamole in one little area. I didn’t get it. I didn’t want guacamole or avocado. That was the only food area they had, with about 20 prepared dishes, mostly avocado. I walked around the rest of the store pretty quickly, and decided to move on. I found a few matches in the back of the garden area, and as I was walking away, I flicked one with my thumb. It lit quickly, and I threw it down on the ground and walked into the main store. As I walked into the back of the main store, I saw reflected in the window that my match had lit a fire around a tractor where I had been. The flames were small, but every time I looked again, they had grown. They started to lick around the wheels, and then the fire was a blaze, lighting the grass around the area. The whole time, I was debating whether to confess and go tell someone what I had done. By the time the grass had started to burn, the employees had noticed the fire and had started to put it out with sacks and shovels of dirt. Then there were firemen on the site, and the fire was out.

I went into the building, and there were a few rooms in the back, like a hotel. I went to the back, and saw someone I knew, and realized that there was a kind of theatre people reunion/retreat/conference going on. The place was booked up, so I couldn’t stay, but I could stay for the dinner and see all the people that I had known again. I was excited to see everyone coming in.

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I was going camping with the housekeeper. It seemed like it was the youngest’s idea. She was very excited, and was in a tent in preparation for the event. I was trying to get stuff ready for the trip, I was cooking baked goods to pack. I had myself a slave of sorts, if you know what I mean. A valet, a man to see to my needs, all my needs. I had him packing up for me, and he was preparing something for me. There were vats of blue, and he had to cut a shape into them. They were rectangular, and he would cut a kind of triangular shape, and then he would have to dig. I realized he was remote controlled, and every time I pushed the button he would dig, so I pushed the A button really fast, and he was done in no time. I realized that I could use the same approach for my baking, so I used the remote to turn my baked goods, and I was really excited because whatever I was baking had a tendency to burn so it was really convenient. The housekeeper was strangely ok with my valet, and he was very supportive of me baking with him. He wanted everything to be nice for him, like he was his friend.