Lucid; messy room; collegiate hijinks; second hand maze

I was at a fake version of my parents' house. We were supposed to get ready for some event, so I ran upstairs to change. I felt like I was moving too slow and my mother was impatient. I went up to my room, which was surprisingly realistic. There were piles of books and clothes in the floor and I was rummaging for a particular shirt to wear. Someone said, don't you have guests staying with you? And I looked up and the room was full of people. The only one I recognized was the actress who plays Elena on the Vampire Diaries. She was trying to make my bed for me and saw a big cum stain on my pillow case and raised an eyebrow at me. I shrugged, embarassed but not apologizing. I started trying to sort things and put them in their proper place. I picked up a small framed picture and looked at it, and when I looked up, I was somewhere else.

I was on an internet date. I stood on the curb, eating a tiny burrito because he was late. He finally showed up and asked me sing blue moon. We did together and we sounded great. Then he asked what I thought all the scat singing in it meant. I urged him to keep walking to the bar. It was a place where he was a regular and it was filthy and kind of hostile. The bartender's face was covered with bloody bandages and he had like a tube sticking out of a nostril. When my date went to the bathroom, I saw the sign in the ladies' room said "Bristol City" and I explained in thieves' talk that meant "titties" because it rhymed. The bartender had turned into a petite black woman who said she didn't like rhyming. I explained that "China" meant friend, because China plate=mate. She got very angry and said it was racist. I bit her finger and fled.

I was back at college, maybe right after winter break. We all piled into a lecture hall. An older woman in eccentric robes and hair was the professor. She was talking about how she understood us, or about what she thought a project should be. I was there with a friend of a friend and we were laughing and flirting. He held my hand a little bit. We were passing around a sign up sheet to do volunteer work at the end of the semester. I declined to sign and the woman next to me also said, "Yeah, that's too much." I found myself holding half a raw delicata squash.

We had to disperse and when we came back we were shuffled into new rows of seats. The friend of a friend was in front of me. I had my laundry bag and pulled out a sash and tied his hand to the row of seats. We were both very turned on. But then the principal walked by and started yelling at some kids--they were in trouble for showing a bootleg movie. They were expelled and rest of us fled. I hastily untied the guy. I half woke up and fell back asleep, but this time it was both scary and lucid. I was in a huge empty second hand store. I wanted to try to bring the friend back so I could tie him up again. I made a big bunch of ties and suspenders appear and I started going through the bunch. The bright colored patterns kept changing. I was starting to feel nervous. Another guy friend who I didn't know came in and offered to help untangle. Instead he tried to grab my wrist. I climbed up on to his shoulders so he couldn't reach me. A gang of other hostile kids came in. I attacked the woman in the front and ran. I gave myself corners and doors. I don't know if I knew I was asleep or if I had some power to control things, but I would think, I need a door, and it would be there. But I was still being chased. And the friend I wanted still wasn't there.

Cardboard mourners; running for bottle; ship shower

I was in a long dark room with blue carpet and messy shelves. There was a divide halfway through the room and it was the apartment I had shared with two friends. They had just had a tragedy and left without saying goodbye--they just left black cardboard cut-outs of themselves, with little spots of white writing or tassels of white yarn.

I was with a friend as she went around town, looking for a water bottle she'd misplaced. We finally found it in the lobby of a big box store and she went crazy. She was faster than me and I had to trot to keep up. Finally, when I was thinking I was going to lose her, an extra staircase appeared and I took it. We met up at a fancy restaurant with another friend and had lunch but the whole time my friend with the water bottle was acting weirder and weirder. She was maybe drunk, and feeling bold and aggressive. We went to the big glamourous bathroom and she stripped down to her underwear. She had become taller, thinner and more attractive and she wanted to show off. One of the waiters at the restaurant, who we knew, took a garland of fake oranges and blossoms and twisted them into kind of handcuffs and tied up our unruly friend.

The restaurant turned into a ship. I was waiting in line for the bathroom so I could take a shower. It was a big mess--I had a very hard time getting off my clothes and getting the water to work. Halfway through, my family came in. A man who was sort of my brother but also sort of my boyfriend was there and I told him to go to a far shelf and grab me some shampoo. He kept coming back with stupid questions about what kind and I got exasperated.