I am flying on a broomstick like in Harry Potter. I zoom into an area that is walled off on all of the four sides by huge, windowed skyscrapers, which are white. My friends and other people are in this arena on broomsticks, too, and we’re all well above the ground, which I do not take notice of. Floating in neat linear formation are hundreds of jigglypuff about a half foot away from each other. They line the edges of the arena but leave space above and below and in the center for flying. Another pink pokemon floats with them but they are all frozen in time. I understand that we are playing a game like Quidditch. Everyone is split into two teams and I find that flying into the jigglypuff makes them disappear and give us points (like collecting rings in Sonic games). We play and it’s so much fun. Afterwards, we are standing in a domed building with a gold ceiling. This is the top floor and it’s very Venetian and Classical in architecture and style. The room is round and the center is gated because there is a central hole, like a fire pole escape route. Sam Bouquin and another person are with me, and I’m supposed to go with Sam someplace. I actively think that I don’t want to be with Sam, and decide that I will stay put in the building with whoever is there.

I am sitting at a table with my mom and she asks me how JMU is. I tell her that it’s great and that the kids are so much more fun than the kids at UNC and the food is amazing. She says “I know, right!?”

Then I wake up.

I am on the stage of Barshinger, sitting at the bench of the grand piano. The piano is perpendicular to the stage edge, and the chairs on stage are aligned in straight rows like in jazz bands. The lights are dark over the audience seats, but yellow ones brighten the stage. It’s as though I’m about to be in Broadway Revue rehearsal, but somehow that shifts to jazz rehearsal starting, and then no rehearsal at all. Someone else is talking to me while I sit at the grand composing. I play something decent that involves G flat minor, and then try adding an A flat and D flat, which sounds good in the bass. The way my music sounds in the dream, however, is not how the notes truly sound.

I’m at the beach with Bret Robinson, and it’s warm but supposedly winter/spring. We’re at the edge of the water watching a bad version of “The Hunger Games” movie. It’s a big joke like “Twilight,” but we’re just watching it for kicks. However, there must be some floating scrim because there’s no tv, but we’re still watching it somehow. When it finishes, a cold breeze blows and I realize that it was actually really warm outside for the time of year before.

I am on the elevator in my dorm and there are about five people on the elevator. The doors are still open and we are still waiting to go up in the lobby. A huge (8-ft tall) man walks into the elevator and is stooping over so that he doesn’t hit the ceiling. The elevator sinks a few centimeters when he gets on, which makes me nervous. We start going up to the eighth floor and the elevator is going very slowly and the lights are flickering and the whole room is shaking. We stop at the fourth floor and someone gets off. Since the whole situation is making me so nervous, I decide to get off at the fourth floor and take the stairs up.

Then I wake up.

My sister has to take over something while I’m gone at college.

I’m in a large room with a square arrangement of rectangular tables. I’m sitting at the corner of the tables, and to my right in Nathan Kang. Ryan Cullen also shows up and I’m really happy to see him, so I go to hug him but it becomes a tackle and we fall on the floor. In the room, the tables are replaced by a full grand piano.

I’m in my house, and I go downstairs to the laundry room. Earlier, I had closed the back and garage doors, but now I see that they are still cracked open. I go to close the porch door, and then approach the garage door, from which yellow light is streaming out of. When I get close, I hear a scary growling-gurgling noise that I assume is a murderer. Terrified that I’m about to be killed, I rush into the kitchen without closing any more doors behind me, but I suddenly realize that I’m dreaming. The rationale is that I would never actually be this scared in real life, and there would never be some crazy man trying to murder me in my own home. Armed with this knowledge, the scene shifts into heaven. I am falling through clouds that are extremely puffy and soft like fresh-picked cotton, and it’s so beautiful and pleasant. I want to try and fly, so I start flapping my arms, but it doesn’t work. Instead, I just stop falling as quickly through the layers of clouds. I try to flap again, but I still can’t fly. I keep thinking about knowing that I’m dreaming, but I’m afraid of two things; I think that will wake up if I’m conscious of dreaming, and I think that if I try to stop thinking that I’m dreaming (so I don’t wake up), I’ll completely forget and stop having my lucid dream. My last act is to shift the scene to a jungle, which works, but my flying attempts still are to no avail.

I’m in Ben Weiserb’s room, but it’s formatted like my room with his stuff. Sam Bouquin and Matt Salinger are there, too. There is a dry erase board with a black marker, and the eraser for it is in Matt’s hand. He runs it forward on his hair from back to front once, and says it’s to look good. Sam is being punished somehow with a suspension of some time, but Mr. Perillo adds punishment by locking him in the Atlee bathroom. However, I enter later and find a box of pizza that was left over in good will for me.

Emma Stone is having an argument with another woman that becomes a shouting match. They are standing in the small doorway of a wooden edifice that’s kind of Southern, and there is a screen door that flaps open and closed. In an attempt to slander the other woman, Emma shouts something about her foe getting “sexy with your wife” at a guy that pulls up to the parking lot in front of the edifice. His car is old and forest green, and he’s black with a white guy in the passenger seat. The black guy gets offended by this as we starts to realize that Emma just insinuated that he was being cheated on by his wife and a lesbian, apparently. The white man believes the slander, too, and puts a stamp on the car and walks away.

I am playing a videogame with my sister, but I’m also the character in the game. The point is to dodge all of the monsters and make it to the end of the stage. The character swims in the water on the side of bright green land to avoid a snowman-bomb monster.

I am on a ship with other people and we arrive at our destination, finally. The feeling of relief due to arrival over-shadows everything.

I am shopping for a dress, possibly for prom. I’m at a mall that is slightly ghetto, because it has no brand-name stores, by myself. I go into a store and see some tea-length dresses that are okay, but I remember that Mom wants me to wear a long one. I move deeper into the store to a 60%-Off sales rack, and find a long, multicoloured watercolour dress that I like. I try to find the pricetag but I just assume that it’s not that expensive because it’s on the sales rack. However, I start to get irritated about spending a lot of money on a dress that I don’t completely love, just for one night of fun. After thinking about this fact and getting more frustrated, I decide to not go to prom at all since I didn’t go last year (which I think is junior year of high school).

Mom wants to take the family on vacation to China, but it’s very last minute. I don’t really want to go that badly. Dad is extremely against going and texts me to get Mom and Holly together so he can tell us why he doesn’t want us to go. Later, I am actually going to the Czech Republic with some other kids on a study abroad  and vacation program. I’m really excited to go to Prague, and envision the city’s famous clocktower. As I run to go get my passport from my room, the scene transforms to the city of Prague, and I am running up the grey cement stairs of a government building. As I reach a plateau before the next set of stairs, I turn to the right (as I am on the left railing edge of the huge stairs) and see people. I do a double-take, and see Justin Berger, Mr. Scannelli, and two girls that might be Sam Scannelli and Juliana Scannelli. I’m shocked to see them randomly in Prague, and Justin’s face in particular is lit by surprise, too. As I approach them in disbelief, my vision blurs, and suddenly Mr. Toth and Megh replace Justin and Mr. Scannelli. Again, a wave of complete surprise hits me when I see Toth, who looks slightly different which I attribute to a change in slightly longer hair or darker colour. I focus on him and notice Megh next to him in a long, dark peacoat, bundled scarf, and tied-up hair. She is smiling, and Toth opens his mouth in happy surprise. My mind races to grasp the fact that I’m seeing Toth after so long, so randomly in Prague of all places! I run over to them and collide with T, who lifts me up into a hug. Suddenly we are in Wharton and Tufts Courts in NJ. Megh is gone, but Toth, Juliana, and I, and possibly Sam and possibly Mr. Scannelli are standing on the porch of the Mazzolas. Juliana begins to ask T some questions appropriate to the vocabulary and syntax of a young girl, and it’s amusing and sweet to witness. We walk in Tufts court on the stage-right of my house sidewalk, and Amanda Kosa, Alex Dobromilsky, and Ryan Cullen are there. I see them running around in the street of my court, and walk on the asphalt myself. Toth and Juliana have disappeared, but Mr. Perillo is standing next to me. We two walk and talk, catching up because I haven’t seen him in a long time, and he tells me that he wants to quit his job. I am totally surprised by this expression, as he is a great music teacher, and freak out and ask why! But as he tells me, I turn my head to look into the court from 4 Tufts Court, and see Amanda, Alex, and Ryan still running around. Then Ryan and Amanda kiss pretty intensely, and start laughing. I am so surprised that I completely forget about Perillo’s situation. He disappears, though. I go up to Alex to ask her what’s going on with Amanda and Ryan, and she tells me that “Amanda goes deep” for him. I take this to mean that she is really into him, and we’re both confused and surprised, but not necessarily happy/angry about it.

I am part of a group of people trying to transport a small, white vehicle someplace. The vehicle has the head of a truck, but it’s attached to a smaller boxcar and then a mini bullet-train. The vehicle keeps morphing sizes depending on relation to people, but it’s able to fit Bret Robinson and his dad in the driver’s and passenger’s seats, while still being 3/4 my height. Bret and his dad get out and point out the special attribute of the vehicle; the boxcar has, printed in red, no engine, but it still works. This goes unquestioned but is still significant. We’re all on dirt road of hilly sand-dune and desert grass terrain. The vehicle begins to roll down the hills and I’m trying to hold onto the side to slow it down. Quickly in my head, I try to figure out how much force I need to stop it from rolling down. I logic out that the vehicle is big and has a lot of momentum, so attaching something heavy to it will only increase it’s momentum and make it move faster. Later, the scene shifts and I’m with my mom, David Landy, Laura Villasanta, and possibly Chelsea Berg. We arrive at a gated mansion with the vehicle in tow, and need to enter the red brick and black iron gates. David Landy disappears. We each fob in separately and run in, because now the gates are open but an invisible electric wall will kill us unless we shut it off temporarily with our fobs. I notice the red light switching to green every time we fob in. Finally, the last person fobs in and pulls the reins attached to the vehicle to bring it in. Mom is really confused about why we are doing this, but she disappears as we approach the mansion. The porch looks like Shannan Balasingham’s house, and we want Laura to ring the doorbell for the vehicle delivery.

I’m in a building with my hallmates chilling. I specifically remember Geena Chang, Adam Breese, and Zach Fried being there. There’s a small table like at Bagel Breakfast, so I drink some of the orange juice that Zach Fried offers. He adds a lot of water to my clear plastic cup of juice, and then pours the rest of the water in the original orange juice container. I think it will be too diluted but it tastes okay. About half of us leave to go somewhere to do something specific, and we end up arriving at an Asian store. There is a wooden concierge desk with a register, and around the corner is a waiting room with chair lining each wall and a big fish tank. I go to see the fish tank, but I see myself seeing it, not actually the fish in person. I come back and hear that Ahmad Salameh is there, but I don’t see him. I speak to the Asian woman at the register for the point of coming, but nothing comes to fruition. I throw something in the garbage and then go to a standing fruit rack. It has small bright yellow fruits, small green spherical fruits, and larger orange fruits. I eat some of the small ones to try, and they’re good, but some kind of reddish sauce is spilled on them. This doesn’t really bother me, though. When someone calls me that it’s time for everyone to leave, I put the rest of the fruits in a bag that I’ve conjured somehow, and go. Apparently that was the point of coming.

I’m getting a new roommate. Haneen Hussein and her mother come into the room and pack up the remainder of her things, and then leave for good. I’m sitting at my desk, but the shelves and table are more like the PA/HA furniture, and a lot of my stuff is cleaned off the surface. Once they walk out of the door, I’m happy, and receive my new roommate. She’s an Asian girl that looks like she’s from Vietnam or a Pacific island. I assume that she’s an international student at F&M. She seems really nice, but also pretty nerdy. She likes to watch anime, but I deem her an improvement.

I’m in a large, dark auditorium watching a musical with Bret. It seems We’re sitting pretty far back, but can see the stage uncannily well. The show is very strange and is like Seussical and the Grinch because it has weird Who-like creatures with some Christmas theme. However, there is also a jungle backdrop that is very green and colourful. There is an elephant foot on a tree stump, which is supposed to be part of a joke in the show, but it’s actually pretty morbid that someone chopped off an elephant’s lower leg. During a number, two people flanking the main singer raise the singer up as part of the choreography. A guy in a wheelchair on stage accidentally rolls forward and falls off the stage, so the scene closes as they try to help the guy. Later, the scene shifts, and Bret and I are in my dorm room. He makes to leave to watch a reality tv show like The Bachelorette where a girl gets presented with a bunch of fancy watches. I laugh and say that that sounds like the most boring show ever, and he says that he doesn’t want to watch it with Zach Wolk (who might be his roommate). He walks out the door to the left, but then peeks his head back in after 3 seconds and asks, “Aren’t you coming?” with a laugh. I roll my eyes and go. The scene shifts again, and we’re actually on our way to the beach. When we arrive and get off at the bus stop, there is a small wooden walkway. It’s made of a series of warped planks in the sand, but to the left is a tall wooden fence. Behind the fence and to the right are trees that shadow the walkway. There are lots of woodchips, leaves, and sparse grass, which seems more like a park or forest than the beach we’re supposed to be going to. There are lots of people with their dogs and little kids running around to the right side. As we walk follow the walkway, I take off my socks, though I am not wearing shoes, because the the woodchips stick to the cotton. The socks must’ve evaporated, though, because I don’t remember holding them or putting them anyplace. The walkway ends where a huge tree stump is, that I walk into somehow. It’s all sand here, which is weathered soft, and it’s only partly sunny and breezy. I take a right and walk to the water to pick up some seashells, while Bret continued straight to swim. It’s pretty cold outside, so I don’t want to get in the colder water, but I know that if someone else makes me swim I will. Suddenly, a yellow school bus speeds over across the beach, which is now stretching and the woodsy walkway is gone, and drifts next to me. Mom and my sister step off the bus, which speeds away, and they are talking to me. I look over their shoulders and see Bret pretty far down the shoreline. Mom and Holly disappear, but I think it’s their fault for distracting me when a wave comes and washes over me. I’m knocked down on my knees and keep trying to stand up when the water recedes, but more and more waves hit me. It gets scary because I have to get my head above the water in between to breathe before another wave pushes me down. Apparently, each wave originates at a different island off of the coast, which makes perfect sense. Somehow, I escape and am no longer soaking from the seawater. I walk away from the water to a family that’s sitting together on beach chairs and towels. It’s very sunny now and the sand is golden. There’s a fairly young girl sitting in a beach chair, and she is given two handbags as presents from her family. She doesn’t appreciate the expensive gifts because she’s so spoiled, which irks me. Suddenly, Aaron Stern is standing next to me and picks up a black velvelt Juicy Couture bag to examine it. This confuses me.

I am in a castle with many other people that I apparently know. We are standing on the corner of two perpendicular halls, one of which hits a wall and the other hits a door. Sometimes the door is there and sometimes that whole portion of wall is gone. The halls are dimly lit by torch firelight. We are all getting ready to run, but we don’t know which hall to take. There is a gigantic dirty snowball that we know will roll into the castle through the partial-wall or door. However, we do not know which way it will come, so we don’t know which way to run. It is very frightening but not necessarily a life-or-death situation.