(Entered in paper journal at 5:05 PM on Q-train from Manhattan to Brooklyn.)
Dream #1
I was in a big room like a cafeteria in a high school. The place was full of people. I stood with a group of people by a green wall. We were all relaxed, and we seemed to be having a good time, but we were also engaged in some task.
I watched a boy who was maybe in his teens, push his hand through the wall. The wall became penetrable in that spot, like mist, due to some power the boy had. The boy then took a power cord and pushed it through the wall.
Everybody (?) now understood what they had to do. Each person used their own individual power to reach through the wall and plug a cord into a power outlet. One person may actually have simply busted a hole in the wall.
I had been walking along the wall, watching people do these things. But now I had to stand in my own spot and accomplish the task myself. I was a little afraid. But nobody was really paying attention to me except the guy right next to me, who relaxedly gave me encouragement.
I knew that I would hit my hand against the wall. The wall became a little gooey-looking in the section where I would hit (flat-palmed). It looked like there was a little writing on the wall. But I couldn't (and, partly, was afraid to) get my hand all the way through the wall.
But suddenly I decided to walk through the wall with my whole body. I walked through very easily. I stood in what looked like a cave of basement columns and pipes. I felt like I had gotten into a secret place.
I knew the group I had been with was trying to find out some plan an evil group had. Now I knew the evil group was going to be in this cave. I didn't want to be caught here, but I wanted to go on and see what was happening.
I wandered into a smooth-walled tunnel, into darkness (and momentarily saw a Transformers logo before my eyes (the good guy logo)). The walls of the tunnel dimly glowed striped colors like in a 1980s style video game.
I walked into an opening where a group of people stood and sat. Most of the people were women. All of the women were scantily clad. The clothing was all like costumes of children's cartoon characters, like Strawberry Shortcake, but extremely skimpy and sexy-looking. The girls were all built like tall, thin models.
The few men were dressed up so that their bodies were almost entirely concealed in futuristic armor, like the armor that would encapsulate Darth Vader or other characters from Star Wars. The men's costumes buzzed with the same electronic, striped colors with which the hallways I'd just walked through had buzzed.
The leading man said the plan was to steal Christmas from everyone.
I was only half-listening to what the leader said. I was cuddling with two women. One of the women wore a cartoony outfit. But the other one, whom I knew, wore just a tiny white t-shirt and a pair of white panties.
Everybody was sad that there wouldn't be anymore Christmas. The leader said, "But that doesn't mean we have to stop celebrating now. We won't be able to carry out our plan until after this Christmas."
The leader now looked like a camp leader or a motivational speaker. He said, "In fact, I've gotten all of you a special gift for this Christmas. You all get as much food as you want to make your own special Christmas breakfast!"
We all stood and walked through the tunnel. The tunnel opened to an enormous street that looked like two suburban streets separated by a wide field, about the width of a football field, full of tables. The day was bright, and the area was full of people, mostly young people. I knew we all had ingredients for making whatever we wanted.
I had split up from the rest of the group and was walking with my girlfriend H. We came to our residence, which was like a little house, about one-fourth the size of a normal suburban house. All the houses in this area were white.
There was a stove in front of our house. Skillets covered all the burners. The skillets were empty and the burners were off. I thought H an I could make pancakes. I wanted to grab a skillet and get started before the stove got taken over by other groups of people.
H went off to "get ready. I walked toward the stove. I saw some other people also heading for the stove: white boys with a kind of fraternity-house look to them.
I hustled up to the stove and grabbed a skillet before the boys could. The boys were a little caught off guard by how forceful I was being, especially for such a cheerful occasion. I even felt ashamed of myself.
I walked away and noticed that one of the tables was entirely filled with skillets. Also, all the residences had stoves in front of them. Everybody would probably just use the stove that was at their residence.
I went into my residence. I knew flour was outside. I would get that there. But food had also been placed inside the house. I would find the other ingredients for the pancakes inside.
But I had to think what went into pancakes. I couldn't figure it out. I opened my fridge. It was completely filled with butter and cheese -- nothing else. I knew this wasn't nearly everything I'd need for making pancakes.
My view of the fridge became strange, as if I were sitting on the floor and looking sideways into the fridge. I hoped H wouldn't come back soon. I would be ashamed to have her see all this cheese in my fridge.
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