sucky professor

I am walking towards the class that I'm teaching and I'm feeling a little nervous. It is only when I'm walking into the classroom that I realize I did not print the syllabus out for my students nor do I have anything prepared for the class!!

I walk in and the students are sitting there waiting for me. I introduce myself and make a couple of jokes, to which the students laugh hysterically at. They seem to really like me. Everyone's paying attention. I'm looking at the unfinished syllabus that I printed out right before class and it doesn't make any sense. How could I not finish this before my first day of teaching?

I apologize and tell them that I forgot to print out the syllabus and need to go make some copies really quick. I run out of class and look for a printer or a computer. But when I walk out, I am inside a factory-like building with wood planks and loud noise all around me. I see an old computer all the way in the back but someone is printing out something.

They tell me they just finished and I go on the computer. But I realize that there is no way for me to access my syllabus because it is on my laptop at home. I begin to panic and my breathing gets faster. I don't know what to do.

I look up and I see a couple of students leaving my class already. I run back to my class and see that most of the students have left except maybe 5-7 and they're just packing up. I apologize profusely and tell them not to leave my class. They look at me with such disappointment as if they were expecting such a better and more organized professor. My heart begins to sink... I've completely failed...

And then... I wake up.

gang territory

It's night time but there are a lot of people around still. I'm walking somewhere, maybe home, and I walk down a street to take a shortcut. I see guys, who I know are gang members, standing by the alley where I usually walk through to take my shortcut home. As I'm approaching it, some guy with a hoody and saggy pants yells at me, "Hey, lady, looking sexy." I ignore him and keep walking. I realize it's too dark and if something happens to me, nobody could help me. I decide to take the long route.

Out of nowhere, the same guy who tried to flirt with me earlier, punches me in the face and knocks me down. He's on top of me with a knife over my neck and he smiles while saying, "Don't tell anyone" and he cuts my neck, not enough where I'm bleeding profusely but enough where I'm bleeding a little bit. I put my hand over my neck so as not to lose a lot of blood and I'm crying just laying on the floor. I look around but no one is helping me. There are about 20-30 people just standing around me, staring at me, but not moving.

I feel like I'm getting ready to die. Then a couple of that guy's friends start walking towards me. I think they're coming to finish the job and kill me. I try to stand but I can't so I start crawling away, telling them not to kill me. One of the guy has a knife in his hand and I try to stand up but I can't. He comes over and throws the knife by my side, telling me that it's for me to protect myself. I take it and stand up and start walking away backwards, looking at everyone who are still not helping.

Another gang comes out from another alley and the guy yells, "Oh hell no. You think you can come in here with your little knife in MY territory?" I keep walking backwards, looking at him the whole time, telling him "It's not mine, this isn't mine." Trying to tell him that the knife isn't mine and that I didn't bring it with me. He doesn't believe me, he thinks I've challenged him. His 2 friends come towards me, 1 of them hits me with a beanbag kind of thing.

My knife has turned into a long sword, but it's as if it's made out of paper because it bends and is not very hard. I wave the sword around so they get scared. The 2 guys still get close to me. I put the sword by 1 of the guys's throats and yell, "I don't want to slash your neck but I will if you guys get closer." They back off a little bit but their head boss now takes out a gun. I'm still walking backwards, tears falling from my eyes, while I continue to say, "This isn't mine."

And then... I wake up.

snow causes car accidents

My best friend is in the driver's seat and I am in the passenger seat. We are driving through some really curvy roads in the mountains, thus it is a two-lane road with opposite traffic in one lane. 

All of a sudden, I realize that I'm in the driver's seat and our seats are both leaned back really far as if we're sleeping. I realize that my best friend is not maneuvering the car but I am.. with my feet!! By the time I realize this, we're on the left lane of the road heading opposite of traffic and a car is coming our way. I brake and the car goes around us but there are more cars coming towards us. Michelle and I somehow switch seats and before she even can get to the proper driving lane (on the right side), a car that was coming towards us swerves to their left and crashes against the mountains.

I yell at Michelle, "Watch out!" And we manage to not get hit, then another car comes and hits that other car that just crashed, we manage to also duck that one. But then a car comes directly right at us because they're skidding on the road and hits us gently. Then a big rig hits us really hard from the back. Upon impact, snow goes into our car. For a few seconds, I cannot breathe because I am buried in snow. I am thinking that maybe an avalanche is causing these accidents.

I manage to quickly get some of the snow out so that it's only up to my waist now. I look over and there's a chunk of snow that is wrapped around Michelle's neck. She's starting to choke so I take that chunk of snow and throw it out the window. Because the big rig had hit us so hard, it sent us flying down the road but the back of the car didn't look damaged from the inside. The big rig passes by us and it's a University of Cincinnati big rig. I say to Michelle that the big rig had brought the snow from Ohio all the way to California and that's why all that snow went in our car!

I look in the back of the car but there's only a little bit of snow left on the seats now. Michelle and I are also no longer covered in snow. We continue driving and I realize that all the other cars that were around us in the crash were also passing by us and continued on their merry way. I ask Michelle, "Isn't anyone going to stop??!! Shouldn't we call the cops or something?!" But she doesn't respond and we keep driving.

juvie prison

It is a Friday night and I was just caught cheating for the second time on my test so the professor sends me to "juvie hall", it ends up being a large prison for adolescent girls.

I enter the prison yard and am allowed to wear any white t-shirt that I own and a pair of jean shorts because they do not have time to process me yet. I look around and all the girls are so young and wearing a white t-shirt and orange pants. I can't believe that I'm in prison!! Why did I cheat? Why would I be so stupid as to do it twice? I feel so embarrassed.

The prison guards lead me to an area outside of the building where sleeping bags are lined up row after row after row. This is where the inmates sleep. This is where I'm going to sleep! Outside? What about beds inside? Apparently, this prison did not function this way. Everyone seemed nice, nobody looked at me like they were going to beat me up. I go to my assigned sleeping bag and get in.

Everyone is laying down and getting ready to go to bed. I see a girl next to me with her cell phone. I know that we are allowed to only text to our parents but that the guards check our phone every day. I look down and see my cell phone too but am afraid to use it because I do not know if I remember the rule correctly. I recall my parents telling me that they will do their best to get me out of here.

One by one a couple of the girls start talking to each other. I'm scared they'll get us in trouble but the guards are standing right there and don't say anything. Some of the girls say they can't sleep and are going for a walk around the prison yard. One by one girls get up too. I do the same and say I'll go for a walk as well.

I enter one of the buildings and break down in tears. I can't believe that I'm in prison. All I can think about is that I have homework due on Monday and I have papers and articles to work on but I can't because I don't have any of my things. I'm also worried about what my professors and friends will think when they hear I'm in prison. I won't even be able to get out until Monday. But seriously, most of all.. I'm concerned about my homework and I can't stop crying over all the work I have to do.

I get out of the building and I see a group of people from my high school. They're here to volunteer at the prison. What if they see me? I quickly look away. Thankfully, I'm in my white t-shirt and jean shorts so I could always pretend that I'm also volunteering. Just in case, I walk the opposite direction before anyone sees me. One of my friend makes eye contact with me but I had already told her about the situation. She comes my way and we walk together.

One of the inmates who had befriended me earlier joins me and my friend me and takes us to the prison "clothing store." It's a place with all sorts of pretty dresses where women can go in and try them on just as a boost of self-esteem while they're in the prison. They cannot buy nor take the dresses out of the shop--they just try them on in the fitting room and give it back afterward. I go in and don't feel like doing this but the inmate pushes me to do so. I pick a random purple dress and go into the fitting room. I realize that all the curtains are see-through. There are also male prisoners at this fitting room trying on men's suits. I'm scared they're going to look through the curtains so I look for other stalls but none of them have doors and all of them have the see-through curtains. Finally, I find a corner stall and take off my clothes to try on the dress. I realize that the dress is also see-through. I try to put my clothes back on but get stuck. Suddenly, I see people leaving the fitting rooms and the lights starting to turn off. It's apparently lunch time and people are leaving to get food.

I panic. I'm going to be late for count time and get in trouble if I'm not in line for lunch! I try my best to hurry and get my clothes back on but I keep getting stuck and the clothes won't go over my head or just won't go on. It's like trying to put on clothes right after getting out of the pool still wet. I tell the lady that's turning off the light that I'm still in here so she doesn't lock me up. She tells me to hurry up.

And then... I wake up.

shower in the bedroom?

I am in a shower with glass doors in my bedroom. I am shampooing my hair and singing in the shower when I realize that my curtains are wide open, it's getting dark outside, and my lights are on. Thus, people walking on the street can see me naked!

I step out of the shower with shampoo still all over my hair and I'm trying to grab ahold of the stick thing to close the curtain. As I'm reaching up for it, trying to grab it, I hear someone outside saying, "Oh yeahhh, girl, I like it!"

I look out of my patio window and I see this tall black guy in his mid 30's staring at me with a creepy smile. I realize that I'm still naked and he's just staring at me. I throw myself down on the floor and begin to cry... I feel so violated. How could I be so stupid and close the curtains without putting on clothes first?!??!

The man walks away and I grab a towel. My curtains are broken and it's pitch dark outside now. My lights are on and everyone can see inside. I try to grab other towels to use as curtains but they're too short. I think of wrapping towels around the glass door but that doesn't work either.

And then... I wake up.

running from a cop

My parents and I are in an abandoned parking lot. I'm checking my computer for something when a security guard comes from the back of the lot and flashes a light at us. He yells that we're not allowed to be here. My parents and I run in opposite directions.

I close my laptop and run out of the lot towards the street. As soon as I turn the corner, I start walking. I'm thinking that nobody will suspect me if I'm just a walking bystander. I guess the security guard had called for backup and a cop comes running around the corner as well. He's running towards my parents but must have realized that I was closer to his reach than they were. I continue walking hoping he doesn't suspect me but he grabs me from the back and puts my hands behind my back.

I try to explain to him that I'm a PhD student, that I can't go to jail, we didn't mean any harm, I was just checking things on my computer. I beg him not to arrest me. But he won't listen, he responds with grunts and curses at me. He doesn't care about my background, he just knows he caught a trespasser. I begin to cry and tell him I can't go to jail, my professors won't understand!

Then a guy comes out of nowhere, tall, short brown hair, around early 20's and asks the cop for help. I can tell he's trying to help me out. I think the cop suspects that too. The guy tells the cop that there's a situation and the cop should come check it out. The cop tells him he can't right now, that he needs to take me to jail first. The guy is persistent and tells the cop he has to help him. The cop finally agrees and lets go of my hands. As soon as the cop does that, the guy mouths to me, "Go!" I'm stunned and don't know what I should do. SHOULD I run from the cop? The cop looks at me and says "You better not do it," I look back at the guy and again, he tells me to go. I run off the opposite direction and start running through the crowd. The cop yells, "We'll find you, you won't be hard to find in your bright teal shirt!"

I keep running through the crowd, it's a supermarket/swap meet and there are tons of people around. I look back but the cop isn't there. I'm scared he's hiding and is going to grab me out of nowhere. I run into my dad and tell him what I've done. I take off my teal shirt since I'm wearing another shirt under. I put on a sweater and put the hood on. My dad and I walk on the street and he tells me to "act small" so that no one sees us.

We're walking back towards the buildings we had been at previously but I tell my dad that's where they'll be waiting for us. My dad tells me he has to go back to shut the TVs off. I tell him he doesn't have to. He's confused but I convince him not to go back. 

And then... I wake up.

luxury apartment in cinci

I am walking through this luxury hotel with my cousin. She is visiting me in Cinci for a couple of days and had me come to her hotel room. We're passing a bunch of rooms that overlook one of their many swimming pools.

My cousin tells me they actually rent out some rooms here as apartment rooms and they're only $525/month! I jump at the chance and ask to see one of the rooms that are available for rent.

I am in one of the rooms being shown around by one of the staff members. The room is already furnished and I'm loving the view! I immediately tell them I'll take it.

Next thing I know, I'm already moving some of my things in the room. I realize that I haven't signed a contract or even cancelled my contract for my old studio. I haven't changed my address either for all of my bills. I then also realize that I don't have my own bathroom, I have to share with all the other people there! What have I done? Was this a mistake?

But I look outside and the 3 pools look absolutely beautiful! There's even a beach volleyball court with white, soft sand. I'm so excited to play on it! There aren't that many people around the pool and there are comfy chairs everywhere. I don't regret my decision and smile to myself for finding this place.

And then... I wake up.

invisible woman

I'm in my apartment with a man who I come to realize is my adoptive father. He is upset at me about something and his biological daughter, my sister, is trying to tell me to relax. I don't feel upset but apparently, I look and am acting really angry from what they are seeing.

I leave my room and force myself to have the power to make me invisible [I feel like with each dream, I have more ability to control my dreams]. It works, they can no longer see me. They know I've become invisible and are trying to reach their hands out to grab me. They come close but miss me by an inch. I start packing a small bag in another room, my cell phone, etc.. and I leave the apartment.

I keep walking down the street. I am in Paris. I make myself visible again and walk around the stores, looking back to make sure that my dad and sister aren't following behind.

Suddenly, I am being watched by these bad guys. I am in public so I can't risk making myself invisible in front of everyone. I keep walking in and out of stores and finally, when nobody is looking and these bad guys are right on my tail, I make myself invisible. They're looking around, trying to grab around but they just miss me. I'm standing in front of one of the guys but I duck as he sweeps his arms around and almost touches me. I manage to escape.

I go into a clothing store and make myself visible. I figured it would look weird to have clothes floating around on their own. I'm planning on buying some new clothes so the bad guys can't find me as easily. Unfortunately, I notice one of the bad guys inside the store with me, I drop down pretending to look at some bathing suit bottoms that were hung lower to the ground. He's looking around for me. I put the clothes down and make myself invisible again. He walks out of the store and I follow him. I wonder what they want from me.

He meets up with another guy but I can't hear or understand what they're saying. We are all in another store now, kind of like a Macy's. I accidentally brush up against some jackets but hope they don't notice. I keep walking but the store is so crowded with clothes that I have to brush up against more of them. The bad guys notice that. For some reason, I keep falling onto things so they are able to see where I am headed from the objects falling or moving around without anyone near it (since I am invisible). I sprint to the door that leads back to the streets. I push and it opens partially, I was supposed to pull, but there's not enough time. They are right behind me. I squeeze myself through and one of the guys jumps after me. I am no longer invisible. He grabs me but I manage to slip out of his hands and we're in the middle of the street. Cars are dodging by us and bicyclists are going around me.

I know I shouldn't make myself invisible because I'm in public but there's no other way. A car is coming towards us and the man is about to reach out for me when I make myself invisible and dodge out of the car's way. The two men are now looking for me across the street. They're heading in one direction and I just stay in one place. I keep walking and I see a man talking on a payphone. He is my boyfriend. He sees me even though I am invisible. He pretends he's talking on the phone while reaching out to give me a hug. He's going to help me escape. I see one of the bad guys nearby looking around. I tell my boyfriend no, but he keeps reaching to hug me. I know the bad guy is going to see that as suspicious... a guy on the phone trying to hug nothing. I whisper not to do that or I'm going to get caught, but he's not paying attention to me and keeps trying to hug me. The bad guy walks slowly towards my boyfriend.

And then... I wake up.

car accident

I'm in my car just exiting a freeway. I make a right and see a gas station on the left hand side that I need to go to. I get in the middle lane where I can turn. Unfortunately, there's a huge car in front of me just stopped so it's blocking my view from seeing oncoming traffic. I slowly pull my car out, enough so I can see oncoming traffic, and there are a lot of cars coming that way. It's not safe to turn yet. Finally, I feel like there's a chance for me to get to the gas station. I pull forward a little and I see a car speeding towards me.

It's a convertible car and the driver is a lady in her late 30's to mid 40's. She is clearly on her cell phone and she doesn't brake. I close my eyes and she crashes into me. I spin 180 degrees. I open my eyes to see if other cars are going to crash into me but I am still in the middle lane so no other cars are hitting me.

Somehow, the other driver and I end up at the gas station. I was about to be polite and nice but I see that she's being rude and yelling at me saying it was my fault. I yell back and tell her she was on her cell phone and that when the cops get here, they're going to agree with me. We go into the gas station to try and get a phone or something. We're shoving each other to get in and we're pushing each other even inside the store. She says something about having already called the cops.

It's now night time and the cops are still not here. I go outside where she is and I realize she hasn't called the cops at all, she was lying to me. I yell at her and tell her I'm going to call the cops. Somebody else must have called them because 2 cop cars pull up and all the eyewitnesses to our accident is already lined up for the cops to question them. The lady and I are still arguing and I realize that she's one of the women I know from River City Correctional facility. She didn't call the cops because she had just gotten out and is on probation, this would put her back in jail. I start crying when I realize that. I ask her what the maximum time would be for her to be in jail/prison if I report her to the cops--she tells me 4-5yrs. I don't know what to do but my car is totaled. I decide that I'm still going to tell the cops because I can't afford to pay this myself.

The cops line us up and separate people into groups. My boyfriend is with me. Some guy comes to us with a tape recorder and tells us to go and tell us what happened. Words won't come out of me and I try to hold in my tears. Finally, when I start to talk, this guy tells me my time is up.

"But I haven't told you my side of the story!!!!"
Guy: "Too bad, your time is up."

I start crying even more because now the other driver has a chance to win this case if they don't hear my side. The guy now points the tape recorder to my boyfriend. My boyfriend starts telling him how we exited the freeway and we got in the middle lane to turn and then he just stops talking. I yell at him to tell him what happened but my boyfriend is speechless. Then his time is up.

And then... I wake up.

meeting President Obama

I am in a banquet hall sort of place with President Obama, where kids are looking down at us on one side of the wall. He is joking around with me and we are laughing together. We go towards where the kids are and they all float up into the air in a shape of a pyramid. There's a photographer at the top and he's taking a picture at all of us from above. I'm next to President Obama and can't stop smiling. I'm taking a picture with President Obama!!

The photographer tries to take a picture but his camera does not seem to be working. I'm getting frustrated because I wanted to ask him for the picture. Another photographer appears out of nowhere next to him and starts taking pictures of all the kids and us. I see President Obama offering a cigarette to one of the kids and putting one in that boy's mouth. I go to him and say jokingly but seriously, "Are you crazy? What are you doing?!!" I take the cigarettes away from him and the kid and he laughs with me. I hit him jokingly on the back and he stuffs a cigarette in my mouth. I take it out and look at him as if he's crazy.

He starts walking away from me and I turn to someone besides me. He says that President Obama tried to give the cigarette to the boy so that THAT would make headlines in the news. This way everything else related to him that was much bigger news wouldn't be in the papers before the elections. I feel so disappointed and ashamed that I admired him so much before realizing he would be playing games and doing such things.

And then... I wake up.

stats always on my mind

I am in an elevator of a hotel lobby with a couple of my friends and some strangers. The door opens and my friends start walking out. This is the floor we need to get off. I have about 6-8 small bags and things to carry but none of my friends ask to help me. I walk out with the majority of it but when I try to go back into the elevator, the doors begin to close.

I panic! My stuff is still in there!! Some of the strangers on the elevator are able to get the rest of my things out of the elevator before the door closes. I follow my friends and it's not until a couple of hours later that I realize I am missing my bright peach bag, the one with my stats folder and notes in there [seriously? Can't I ever escape stats??!!].

I begin to worry and become really anxious. My breathing becomes heavy and quick. What am I going to do? We still have one more quarter left and I need my notes! None of my other friends have been taking notes in class, what am I going to do?!!

I go to the lobby and ask around, I search everywhere. I feel tears welling up in my eyes... all my hard work and it's all gone.

And then... I wake up.

Justin Timberlake dies in plane crash

I am sitting in front of my computer. I see that a friend has posted on Facebook or emailed me that Justin Timberlake just passed away. I am completely in shock. I start googling "Justin Timberlake" and immediately the phrase "dies in plane crash" appears.

I can't believe it. Is this real? He was so young! How could this be possible? He was such an icon from my generation [although I never was a huge N'Sync fan], could this really be true? I search other sites and they all state the same thing. Justin Timberlake's plane crashed and he died.

And then... I wake up.

skydiving

I am on the plane looking outside the open door. I'm not attached to anyone. My instructor tells me to jump. I have butterflies in my stomach and don't know whether I'm ready to jump on my own. I look down and see the trees and fields. I jump outside the plane and I'm flying.

I have no parachute but I'm not worried. I'm floating in the air and flying around. I don't feel the wind pressure in my ears. I keep floating and flying around. Finally, I come closer to the ground and fly down slowly. I land on my feet softly. I can fly!

I want to keep flying in case I lose these powers at any moment. I run and run through the fields and jump up. It doesn't work. I keep jumping and moving my arms like breast strokes as if I'm in a pool. It works. My feet are coming off the ground. I look around me and other people are flying too! I keep moving my feet and arm, I get higher off the ground.

And then... I wake up.

new rules of soccer?

I am walking through a stadium to get to the other side so I can be a referee for a men's volleyball game. I see a women's soccer game going on. There aren't that many people watching but it's apparently the championship game or something.

I get to the other side of the stadium but the men's volleyball game already happened. Someone had told me the wrong time or I just wrote it down wrong. I'm heading back towards the parking lot to leave when I realize the soccer players are nearing the sideline. I'm trying to get out of the way but I can't. It's too late.

The players are still playing even though they've stepped out of bounds. The ball is kicked really high in the air. I don't know what to do because the ball is right above me. I duck and lay on the ground and try to roll somewhere else [yes, I even felt awkward doing that in my dream]. All the girls are staring at me as I look up and the soccer ball lands right next to me.

I stare at all of them because they're all staring at me. I ask, "Am I supposed to kick the ball?" Apparently, the person closest to the ball is supposed to kick it next. The girls surrounding me are wearing yellow jerseys and so I want to kick it towards the field where the rest of their teammates are but I end up kicking it to the opposing team's coach. He kicks it around on the field and makes the winning shot.

I apologize but the girls around me smile and tell me it's okay. They start taking their shirts off and they're topless. I look around to see if anyone else is seeing this and why no one is stopping them but everyone acts as if this is normal.

And then... I wake up.

Cinci beach house

I "wake up" from this other dream that I just had and I'm in my studio.

I look outside my window and feel the cool breeze. The ocean is right outside my window and there's some sand on the sidewalk. I want to go outside for a swim but I'm debating whether it's too cold.

I go to the bathroom and put on my bathing suit and sit outside my patio to see if people are swimming. There's a group of 8-10 older males just swimming outside but now the ocean has turned into a small river where you can swim 10 feet to cross to the other side. One of the guys is completely naked. I don't feel like going swimming anymore but everyone else doesn't seem to care.

He even stands up and I'm wondering why the cop that's standing on the sand isn't doing anything about it.

And then... I wake up.

bank robber

I am in the passenger seat while my best friend, Michelle, is driving. She drives us down an alley because she needed to talk to me but all of these Asian guys start jumping at the car and trying to get us to open the door. We back the car up and drive forward and we're in what looks like a school auditorium.

I look to my right and there large, draping, red curtains on the stage (we have this exact view from the car that you see in the picture except with the curtains on stage). A lot of people are just standing there looking at these closed curtains. I realize that there's actually a bank behind these curtains and it is being robbed by someone. Everyone is awaiting what's going to happen. We continue driving but we are stopped by the cops who are in our way. One of the cops tells us to get out of the car so they can use the car as a shield. He tells us to get out while crawling on the floor.

We both do so and we're crawling outside of the car. There's some misty gas in the air that stings my face. The police have sprayed mace everywhere to try to get the bank robber to come out [though it's probably just spraying the public.. no idea].We're almost at the exit but Michelle and I want to stay and see what's going to happen. We're still laying down on the floor but we stare at the stage. Suddenly, these people in costumes and giant animal mascot-looking come out on the stage and dance to music. I'm so confused but I assume they're there to entertain the public while this bank robber is doing his thing.

Then, a man with a gun comes out from the right on the same level that Michelle and I are on (overlooking everyone in the audience). Everybody looks back and scream then hush in silence out of fear he will shoot. We all stare at him. I realize that I'm blocking the exit because my legs are spread right across the door. Not knowing what to do, I put my feet in the air. But that catches the bank robber's attention.

He looks at me and points the gun at me. Michelle stares at me but doesn't know what to do. I am shaking and can't help but think this is all my fault. I could have avoided all this had I just left instead of been curious. He continues pointing the gun at me and tells me to get up. The cops are right behind me but they don't make a move. I slowly get up and put my hands up. He tells me he's going to take me as a hostage, then rape and kill me. I begin crying and all I think about is The Bf. He tells me to walk towards the exit.

Finally, someone grabs the gun from him but they don't point it at him or tell him to get on the ground. They're just holding the gun there. Afraid that he'll just grab the gun again, I take the gun away from that person and shoot the bank robber. The bullets come out slowly as if they're little paintballs. I shoot him in the throat but it doesn't look like it hurts him so I keep shooting him.

I drop the gun and start running away. I tell myself that this has to be a dream. I'm dreaming. I try to wake myself up by throwing cups of water at my face but it doesn't work. I go outside and there's a little pond, I fall backwards and I feel myself falling into the water.

And then... I "wake up" in another dream.

cousin getting set up

I'm on the sidewalk with one of my friends and we run into my cousin. He's heading towards a store or something with his friend and this other guy they don't really know (let's call him Guy #1).

Guy #1 has this other friend who's waiting for him on the sidewalk (Guy #2) with me. I'm suspicious and I ask him what he thinks he's doing with my cousin. Guy #2 looks at me and gives me this creepy smile. I get a bad feeling in my stomach. Then another guy walks towards us (Guy #3) and as he's walking towards us, the alarm sounds for the store, and Guy #3 nods at Guy #2. They're both starting to walk away from me but I stop them, I tell them that I know they're setting up my cousin in there.

They start running away and as soon as they do, an FBI car stops in the middle of the street in front of the store. I yell at them, telling them that the guys running away are the ones that need to get caught. The 2 FBI agents, 1 woman and 1 man, look at me but don't believe me. I look back and the two guys are already too far for anyone to catch up to them. I yell, "Look, I know they set up my cousin, they're running away right now!!!" But the FBI agents keep walking towards the store.

We go inside but my cousin and his friend aren't there. Guy #1 has also disappeared. I yell at the agents telling them they're not doing their job, that they're only going after my cousin because he's an easy target. The woman agent sits me down and is about to interrogate me but I won't let her. I keep screaming at them both that my cousin is being set up.

A bus pulls up right next to the store and my cousin's friend is getting off it. The agents' backs are towards the bus so they can't see it. I'm afraid my cousin's in there too and that if they turn around, they'll arrest him. I pretend not to notice and keep talking to them. However, my friend is STARING at the bus and I'm scared she's going to give it away to the agents. As the agent is about to turn around to look at the bus, my friend asks her to pour her a drink of water. The agent does so and doesn't see my cousin's friend walking away from the bus.

A little girl who is supposed to be my cousin's daughter runs up to me and gives me a hug. I pick her up and put her on my leg. She starts talking about how she just saw her dad and I panic because the agents will now know where he is.

And then... I wake up.

bus driver/crime solver?

I am in a lecture hall at school watching a movie with friends and people from my cohort. I realize I have to go do some work so I step out really quick and tell them I'll be back.

I'm home in my studio looking for the articles I need to read. I realize that the movie is only 2 hours long and I should have just stayed and do my work afterwards. I go back to the lecture hall and everyone's already heading out.

Next thing I know, we're all getting into this bus and I'm the one who has to drive it.

The roof is open and I'm driving it but it's about 5-8 stories high. I'm scared I will fall out of the seat and into the street. I'm trying my best to drive it but it's really hard, I barely have control over it and at one point it moves backward when I want to turn it around.

We get to a cul-de-sac of a building and I see a dead  lady on the street. She's sprawled out facing up, her face blankly staring at the sky, and her skin is pale white. She's wearing a dark pink/red skirt and a green/brown jacket. I slow down the bus and debate whether to stop it but my friends, who are the passengers, tell me to keep going. I ask them if they just saw what I saw and they reply yes. I tell them to immediately call 911. They all pull out their cell phones.

I'm stopped at a red light but I move the bus inches up so I can try to read the street signs. I yell the street signs so my friends can tell the police where we saw the lady.


And then... I wake up.

Nickel

I'm sitting somewhere with my friend Nickel [who passed away last year] and my other friend Annie. Nickel looks so beautiful, she's smiling and laughing and has her long, beautiful brown hair falling down across her back. Annie can't see Nickel because Nickel's a ghost, but for some reason I can see her. Nickel is joking around with me and I tell Annie what Nickel's saying.

And then... I wake up.

my first puppy

I am in a house that's supposed to be mine but I don't recognize any of the rooms or decorations. I look down the hallway and there's a puppy running towards me. It's kind of small, brown on its belly and black on the top coat. He looks so happy to see me.

Apparently, my parents got me a puppy without telling me! I immediately grab him as he comes to me and we start playing together. He licks my face and wags his tail frantically. I put him down and I tell him to sit, he does it. I can't believe he's so well-trained and behaved already. I pick him up again because he's just SOOO adorable and cute!

And then... I wake up.

Paris

I am in Paris with my 2 good friends, Lia and Angie. My parents paid for our trip so we're missing one whole week of school.

It's their first time there so I want to show them around. We're in my old neighborhood and before showing them my old house, we decide to go for a walk. We walk back to where we're staying at, which is in a room that's in the middle of markets and businesses. My parents are waiting for us and I tell them I can't go sightseeing with them because I have to to study for stats!

I'm missing a whole week, which means that I'm behind everyone else back at school. My dad gets mad and tells me I'm ungrateful for not enjoying the trip that they paid for. I apologize but explain to him that if I don't study for stats, I could fail out of the PhD program. My mom empathizes with me and tells my dad to let me study at home while they go out.

I'm really sad because I know I'm prioritizing stats over enjoying my trip in Paris with my family and friends.

And then... I wake up.

Jim and Pam

I'm working in an office [haha, get it? "The Office"] and we're all about to leave home. All the characters from The Office are there. I can't believe I'm working alongside such awesome people!

We're all leaving the office and we decide that we're all going to eat at the restaurant that's nearby. By the time Jim, Pam, this other person, and I get downstairs, everyone's already gone. I don't know how to get to the restaurant and this other person drags me to the right. I look back and Jim and Pam are heading towards the left. I tell the other person that we're going the wrong way, Jim and Pam are heading the other direction. But this person doesn't listen to me and keeps dragging me along with him.

I turn my head back and I see Jim and Pam hold hands. Oh my gosh, they're dating!! No one else in the office knows and I get super excited to see them hold hands. I scream after them while being dragged away but they don't hear me. They lean in for a kiss and are laughing with each other.

And then... I wake up.

catching a serial killer

I am in the middle of an ice skating rink during Christmas time. There's a big tree on the side and festive lights surrounding me. There is a guy dressed up as Santa Claus. He is the serial killer I am looking for. The cops have hired me to use as bait for the serial killer.

I approach him and we talk for a little bit. He starts getting suspicious and starts to skate away from me. As I try to skate after him, the crowd engulfs him and for a split second I no longer know where he is. I turn around and he's next to me in a different outfit. We hold each others' hands and skate in a circle. He's trying to pull me away from the crowd but I keep him in the middle. We're turning in circles but staying in the same spot. He's talking to me in a very charming manner. I definitely know this is him.

The serial killer and I are standing still. Coming behind him, I see my sister, who's also a part of the undercover piece, and behind her are a bunch of uniformed cops. My sister finally comes up beside him and he knows what's happening. I turn him around and my sister and I start to cuff him. He struggles and tries to fight us off but the other cops are approaching.

And then... I wake up.

no syllabus

I'm teaching my first class. I walk into one of those classrooms that are in trailers. This is where my class is going to be. I can't believe it. I feel excited but also really nervous.

I walk in and I see desks set up but if you walk deeper into the trailer, there's a small opening, enough to fit one person at a time, and that leads to another classroom within the same trailer. This one is all decorated already, someone has already claimed this side of the trailer. I go back towards the front of the trailer and start setting up.

The director of my program comes in, along with 2-3 other professors, who will be sitting in to see how my first class goes. I write my full name on the board and decide to add "Professor" in front of it. A couple of my friends come in and some of the 2nd year PhD students are with them. They sit in the back and to the side. Some are here to support me, others are here because it's required for them to watch a 1st year teach his/her first class.

I realize I have absolutely no syllabus. It's the first day of class and I forgot to create a syllabi. My professors don't want me to dive in to the material, they want to see how I deal with going over the syllabus, but I have none! I panic but don't show it. My students begin walking in and choosing their desks. I'm sweating and have no idea what I'm going to do. I have nothing to pass out. It's too late to go and make copies. My professors are watching me. It's already time to start so I begin by introducing myself.

The AC is on really loud inside the trailer so students in the back tell me they can't hear me. The director of my program speaks up and says to move to the other part of the trailer (that I had described earlier). As we all head there, the director pulls me aside and says, "Next time, try to be more prepared, you're wasting a lot of time right now", I respond with a "Yes, sir" and quickly walk to the front of the room.

I still have no idea what I'm going to do about the syllabus. I start walking around the class speaking about my background. I'm starting this motivational talk, trying to buy some time for myself. I keep walking around talking and sit down next to my friends to seem approachable to students.

And then... I wake up.

racial profiling at Disneyland

4 friends and I are walking around Disneyland trying to decide which ride we want to go on. We had just gotten this Groupon for Disneyland it was basically free for us to go so we were all excited.

We head towards a ride and we see a line. As we make our way to the back of the line, this security guy comes out of nowhere and asks us for our ID's. We couldn't believe it. He hadn't asked anyone else for their ID's but when he saw 5 minorities walking around, he decided that we must be breaking the rules. We were so shocked. We kind of laughed but you could tell we were all angry. Everyone else in the line was staring at us.

We hand him our ID's and he accuses me of having stolen someone else's ID who is currently in jail. He is basically saying that he accused that person of having a fake ID when in fact, I had stolen that girl's ID. I laugh hysterically and cannot believe he's telling me this. I yell at him that this IS me in the ID but he doesn't listen.

He lets us all get back in line while everyone else whispers and stares at us.

And then... I wake up.

grandpa

I am in a neighborhood with lots of houses and winding streets. I think I just got off my bike or out of my car. I see my paternal grandfather [who passed away more than 5-7 years ago]. He looks great, he's in great shape and is walking around the neighborhood.

Somehow, I know that he has Alzheimer's and hasn't been able to recognize him. As I'm staring at him, he walks towards me but is looking down at his feet. As he slowly approaches me, he starts to look up, smiling at me as if I'm just a passing stranger. But then, something lights up in his eyes and he starts smiling. He recognizes me! My heart jumps and I get so excited. I run to him and jump on him giving him the biggest hug I've ever given him. He laughs and I start crying. I ask him, "You remember me, don't you Grandpa??!!", and he replies, "Yes, I do."

And without saying it, I know that we both realize this is just a short moment that's going to pass. In a couple of minutes, he's not going to remember who I am.

And then... I wake up.

inconsistent clocks

I wake up [in my dream] and I look at the clock beside my bed, it says 9:55am. I completely missed my Stats class! Even if I do go there now, I'll only catch the last 5 minutes by the time I get ready and run there. I'm panicking, I can't believe I missed class. I check my other watch, it says 8:05am. Wait, maybe I'm not as late as I thought I was.

I look outside my window and it's bright outside. It has to be late afternoon already. I check my computer which is already turned on. It says it's around 3pm. All my clocks are wrong! It says 08.08.08 across my computer. I think to myself that the date is 08/08/08 is what's throwing off all the clocks.

I check my ipod but that also says a different time. I call my friends up but no one is telling me what time it is. I ask them but they keep talking about something else.

I look outside my window again and there's a parade going on. I'm suddenly walking against the parade and trying to get to school.

And then... I wake up.

reunited

I am in this open field and I run into my old friends from UCI. I hug them and we begin catching up. They've brought posters with them that say "Happy birthday, Lyds" and are planning on giving it to me after everyone signs them. I turn around and my residents are all on the field, waiting to sign the poster.

I tell them they don't have to. I feel weird watching them sign my birthday posters as if I brought them and made my own friends sign them. My high school volleyball coach is there and he tells everyone to get seated because he has something to say.

I see my old high school friends that I played volleyball with. They apparently just lost the championship game and Coach wants to talk to them about it. I sit in the back. He starts yelling at what a horrible job they did during the last game. My friend sits down next to me and leans on me. I play with her hair and ask her how she's been doing. We're whispering but stop when Coach looks at us. I ask her how many games they lost by and she says 3. 

And then... I wake up. 

Harry Potter and his clan visit me

I am in my studio and someone knocks on my door. I look through my peephole and it's Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, and Emma Wilson [Disclaimer: I am not even a huge fan of Harry Potter. I've only watched and read the 1st Harry Potter. And I had to look their names up cause I had no idea what their real names were].

I open my door for them and it's some sort of publicity stunt for them to visit their biggest fan. They're smiling and so excited to meet me. I'm completely embarrassed and don't know if I should tell them they have the wrong person. They swarm me with gifts, gift cards, movies, plane tickets for vacations.

Then they ask me, "So where is it?!! Where's your tattoo??!!" I realize that this crazy fan they've got me confused with has a crazy Harry Potter tattoo and that's how he/she won this thing. I think about lying and look at my tattoos to see if I could make something seem like it's a Harry Potter theme but I can't. I tell them they've got the wrong person. I ask Emma if she wants all the gifts back and they all look disappointed but tell me to keep the gifts.

They sit down on my couch and look really disappointed that they didn't get to meet their biggest fan. I try to make small talk but it's just awkward and it doesn't seem like they want to talk to me. I get up to look outside my patio and my parents are moving boxes at the house across from me. They've apparently moved there. I look down and Daniel Radcliffe and his friends are getting in their car and leaving. They didn't even say bye to me, rude.

And then... I wake up.

redecorating by burning?

I'm at work, studying for my Stats class, and one of the faculty closes the door to the office and begins stacking boxes behind the door. He tells me to hurry because he just set the room on fire. He's telling me this calmly and is not at all panicking. He tells me and another student we have to go.. now.

I start packing my things [come on, my Stats notes are important!!] but I realize I have to leave some other things behind because they're behind that locked door where the fire is. The room becomes smokey and the other student is still sitting down doing work. The faculty member tells him to hurry up and get out of here. We both head out and realize there are some students in the room next door. We tell them they need to leave but they won't listen to us. They're art students and are willing to sit in this smokey room to learn about art.

We start heading down the hallway and I overhear the faculty member tell someone else that one of the other faculty members, whose office was in that locked room, told him to set the room on fire so they could redecorate it. In his logic, it would be easier and less of a hassle for the other students to deal with the construction than if he just burnt the room and renovated it. I wonder if this was approved by administration and if he'll be charged with fraud.

And then... I wake up.

lesson taught

My grandma and parents are in my studio. It's night time, about 9-10pm and we're all getting ready for bed. I decide to look through my peephole, I see 2 young adults standing in front of my door looking around. One of them is wearing a bright green mask of a witch and is actually dressed up like a witch. The other person is dressed up to but I can't make out the costume. It looks like they're just messing around in the hallway.

I decide to scare them. I start pounding on my own door, letting them know I know they're there [I don't know what I was thinking]. They are startled but decide it's their turn to do the messing around. They stand (creepily) in front of my door and start making noises. They're trying to break in my house. My parents don't even know what's going on. I'm not scared, I know they're just trying to pull a prank. The one dressed up as a witch puts a broom under my door, hoping to scare me. I grab it and break it. I then shove it back under the door. They're getting upset.

I open my door, thinking I could say something vulgar and scare them off. But when I open the door, I realize I don't have the dead bolt on and one of them is leaning against my door. I can't close it fast enough. The door's opened but they don't come in. We just stare at each other. I yell "No!" and just slam the door. For some reason, I decide to go outside again to teach them a lesson. I start using big vocabulary, trying to scare them into thinking I'm a lawyer that could sue them for what they've done.

What once were 2 young adults now look like 7 year-olds. I follow them into a cafeteria and tell them how they shouldn't be doing this and messing around people's apartments. I go on and on. They look scared. I tell them I won't sue them if they just apologize to my parents because it was their house they messed with [don't know why I said that, since it was my studio] and they agree.

They follow me back to my place, which is next door to this cafeteria and I go inside. My parents are asleep, I don't want to wake them up, but I want to teach those kids a lesson.

And then... I wake up.

scary movie come to life

I'm in the audience of this outdoor-like movie theater with my parents and sister. They're sitting in front of me because I wanted to sit with my friends. I look around and I see people I had seen at UCI but didn't really know them. I look behind me and a lot of my friends from UC are here too.

I'm next to someone and we're getting really anxious because we know the movie is getting to the really scary part. It's about vampires or something of the like. All of a sudden, at the climax of the scary part, the actors actually jump out of the screen into the audience. This was a surprise part of the "movie". I got so scared that I think I knocked my arm into my mouth or my friend's arm hit my mouth really hard.

I can feel my tooth wiggle. Oh no! It's going to come out! What am I going to do with a missing tooth??!! I wiggle it with my tongue and then it completely comes loose. I tell my parents and start freaking out. I have the tooth in my hand and I can taste the blood. I look for my reflection anywhere and see my gaping smile.

And then... I wake up.

misspelled tattoo

I'm in my room with a couple of friends. I look quickly at the tattoo on my arm but something about it catches my eye and I look back at it. One word is clearly misspelled! How did that happen???! I panic. I think back about when I went to get it. How I had written it down for the guy to scan and place it on my arm. I can't blame the tattoo artist because all he did was trace my writing. Maybe I DID spell it wrong.

I think back. I can't remember what I drew. I realize I made a mistake. How did I miss that? I begin to panic. How am I going to fix this? Am I going to have it permanently on my arm misspelled? I start stressing out and becoming really flustered. My friends aren't paying attention to me. I'm glad, I'm too embarrassed to tell them what I just realized. I look back at my arm and my tattoo is fine. It's not misspelled. I just imagined it.

And then... I wake up.

mean kitty

I'm inside a bedroom and there are 2 cats with me--a black and a gray one. The lights go off and the black cat starts chasing the grey cat.

They're running around the bedroom and are finally running towards me. I freak out [I'm a little afraid of cats, not going to lie] and the grey cat is clung onto the black cat, which is clinging onto my legs. I'm trying to get the black cat off me but he won't let go. I grab its paws and it digs its nails into my hands. Suddenly, the cat bites one of my hands. With my other hand, I try to grab its mouth so it lets go of my other hand, but it just ends up biting my other hand now. Its claws are digging into me and I'm now screaming from the pain.

And then... I wake up.

mom and dad's restaurant

I'm inside of a restaurant. There are only a couple of customers inside. My nephew, grandma, and parents are there. We're all just standing in the restaurant while I'm playing with my nephew.

Out of nowhere, there's a bunch of people sitting at the tables. I realize that this is my parents' restaurants and I had never seen it before. I've never even helped them with it or anything. My dad turns to me and says "Guess it got busy really quickly, didn't it?" and smiles. My parents look so pleased that people are here.

I volunteer to be the waitress but I don't even know the menu and I'm not even dressed. There's no place to put my bag pack and other belongings. I don't want to walk around in my shoes because I'll trip on the carpet. I decide to take off my shoes and serve people barefeet like my parents are doing. I go to the table where my grandma is sitting down and in front of all the customers, I start taking off my shoes. I'm wearing layers and layers of socks I did not know I even had on. I put the apron on and ask my parents what I should say since I don't know the menu or know how to speak Laotian or Cambodian fluently. They tell me it's going to be ok.

I'm wondering how I'm going to know which table is who and what to write down if they talk to me in Laotian or Cambodian.

And then... I wake up.