Dreams

Dec 05 2022

• I dreamt that Canada was connected to Japan’s rail system, and that getting there took a while and was somewhat pricey but otherwise could be done just by train. I was scheduled to meet someone down by the Enoshima Station area, where there was a large shopping area and also several adjacent stops where I had not been to yet but was familiar with the area anyway, and could get to for cheap after I reached the main station where we were to meet.

Dec 06 2022

• I had to go into hiding after doing something that was against the rules of the current world/government, to wait for the rules to be changed so that I would no longer be a criminal. I went down some Singapore back streets before ending up on the second floor of a cool warehouse, in what looked like some sort of classroom and dorm area. It was shaped like a bento box, with the classroom taking up a large square portion of the floor space (the main dish), and the dorms taking up the rest of it, with the dorms portion divided into four equal parts via a cross (the side dishes).
• There were people downstairs living in a similar dorm and classroom that I didn’t recognize, and a long toilet queue down there, but about 15 or so of my Dunman friends eventually followed me to the warehouse and stayed with me up top, this included Allen, Zixiang, Paulene, and others from my class, and Rachel, Justin, Paul, and others from the other class. Most of them never said a word though so I don’t remember exactly who.
• I commented at one point that I was happy that they were there with me and also happy that our washrooms had practically no queue for them, unlike the people downstairs. Someone said that the people downstairs had agreed to queue up in alphabetical order to use the washroom so the people whose names started with later letters found it a lot harder to use the toilet too.
• Zixiang was due to give a presentation on travelling or something like that to our group of friends in the classroom, and we had pulled down the central projector screen that covered up most of the board and darkened the room so that he could do his presentation. It involved several posters he was picking up, and at one point he was demonstrating playing a handheld game to do with adjusting horizontal knobs and vertical knobs on a device that looked like an etch-a-sketch but was a viewport into a crazy world or scene that consisted of round terrain and lots of folds, to try to find the “center” of the world or scene.
• At another point, there was a lull in his presentation, and I looked up from my pile of papers and went up to the board, taping two Safeway brochures up on the board, to the right of the projector screen. I said that people should feel free to look at that for an example of how Safeway brochures and sales look like, although I knew that most of them now also had access to the store so it wouldn’t be too special or anything like that. A bunch of them still came up to look though, but one quickly pointed out that the right brochure was actually from Sobeys, not Safeway. Oops. I didn’t have a second Safeway brochure to replace it with, but the class ended at around that point anyway.
• We helped Zixiang pick up lots of things strewn around the floor. I can’t describe these things well, but we picked them up by the handful, and then crushed them together using our hands, which made them stick to each other in round balls, and we then stuffed those balls into a large cardboard box. It wasn’t destructive to the item at all and was quite fun, and Rachel looked confused in particular so I showed her how to do that.
• After that, we folded up a plastic picnic table that he had used for his presentation, though I saw a cicada- or mantis-like bug on the underside of the table and clinging on to it as we lifted up the table. It never dropped off though. I noticed that Rachel had left her red smartphone on the ground as she helped pick up the table, and was about to forget it, so I took the phone and held it in my hand as we started to leave the room. Someone pointed out that someone had left behind a phone on another table, and Rachel suddenly realized that it was probably her phone — but when we looked over at the table, which was the end table in the basement of our Edmonton 4012 room, we saw that it was a small, black smartphone with a smudge on the screen. We had no idea whose it was. I held up her red phone to her though and she thanked me for saving the phone for her.
• Snippet: I also had a separate dream where I was four to five train stops away from something and trying to figure out the shortest possible route to the place. I don’t remember the context.

Dec 08 2022

• I woke up about 15 to 20 minutes before my alarm clock, in a dark bedroom that was basically my Edmonton 4012 bedroom. Mom came into the room, saw that I was already awake, and told me to wake up in 15 minutes and get dressed for school.
• I closed my eyes without sleeping for a bit, until about 15 minutes had passed, then I got up and got changed. I was in girl mode, and put on three layers of clothing — one layer of underclothing containing a white singlet and black panties (the former tucked into the latter), then another layer of the same thing but with purple panties and left untucked, and then a school uniform blouse and skirt on top of it all. It felt mildly sexy.
• I brought my bag outside to the car and Mom opened the back trunk and told me to put my school backpack inside. I did so, and she then shut it. We went around the front and entered the car, with Mom in the front left driver seat and me in the front right passenger seat, and she drove me off.
• We crossed a bridge and came to the base of a hill that I recognized somehow from previous dreams, with a couple of roads leading up through residential and commercial areas and past a carpark building and eventually leading to my University at the top, some distance away. We still had 30 minutes before classes started and I idly wondered if I could make it there if I were to start walking from here. Mom said she wasn’t sure, and I agreed, it would be unlikely unless there were no cars at all and I could dash up the hills at full speed.
• She continued driving me up, and after a couple more bends in the road, I suddenly heard some cries of “irasshaimase!” floating in through the window. I looked out the driver side front left window and saw a bake sale going on in a roadside shop that was part of a Japanese club fundraising festival, and I suddenly remembered seeing a brochure about this somewhere recently. I asked Mom to stop and let me off here, as we were close enough that I now indeed could make it to school on foot within 30 minutes, and I wandered into the bakery.
• Inside, I saw that it was a Chinese bakery, with rows of single buns of various flavours on trays along the side. There were a number of guys in the shop making purchases but also socializing with each other and a couple girls there, and I soon found out why. Apparently, part of the promotional event for the sale was that if you paid 4x of the price of the bread, you could elect to join a queue outside the shop and to the right for a blowjob. A girl was squatting down behind a wall that covered her face, with a picture of her face on the wall next to a glory hole there, though her entire bottom half and school uniform was visible, and there was a queue of about a dozen or so men waiting.
• Within the shop, there was also a system where males and females who met eyes would then have a few seconds to evaluate each other, and then stretch out their hands and give each other a thumbs up — the distance they stretched out their hands reflected how much they were interested in the other person, with a straight outstretched arm being the highest compliment and a bent arm less so. There were far more males than females, and about 20 people in all ranging from college age guys to older men, so I had to do this a bunch, and since I didn’t understand this at first, I basically gave everyone a straight outstretched thumbs up, even though I was somehow reacting to three men at a time. I got a mixture of reactions back in return from the men eyeing me, though it was mostly straight thumbs ups too. I wasn’t sure if I was more annoyed by the full thumbs ups, or the crotchety older men who didn’t give me a full thumbs up, when I found out what they meant. Ultimately though, this system was informal and didn’t mean anything.
• Anyway, I paid $3.25 for the pumpkin buns that I picked out, and found out that there was a second promotion where there was a public 8×8 chessboard, with each stamp-sized square on the board meant to contain a little digital art piece. For every purchase, you would get assigned a stamp and have to choose a square a legal chess move away from where the previous stamp was placed, to place your own stamp on. The square in the middle of the rightmost row on the board was blinking, so that was where the previous stamp was placed.
• I picked a pawn move, making the blinking square move one square down from where it currently was, and inserted my stamp there. I found out that if the bake sale raised 6 times its original cost, then the board would be full, and they had secured the services of an artist girl who would draw out the 8×8 picture that the individual stamps together created, into a single unbroken picture on a canvas, and donate it to the club.
• Outside, I met someone who was upset that he had accidentally submitted his wrong University email address to the bakery for his digital receipt — he had a private account like everyone else, but also had a secondary public account whose email inbox could be seen by anyone who cared to look, and while they could not see the full contents of the email, they could see the title and a blurb containing the first few words of all the emails on the front page of his inbox. Because of the digital stamp and art canvas portion of the bake sale, the email he had received was titled “Underwear”, which was apparently also a local technical term to do with art sketches that the club used. I told him that people would probably realize that it was art-related and not dirty in any way and not to worry so much.

Dec 09 2022

Dream 1

• I took the train on a roundabout loop around some Japanese train stations, before alighting from the train at Hanno Station. All the train stations on this loop had a certain paint pattern on the edge of the train platform that I took note of for some reason, a colourless band with a bright yellow line in the middle of the band, forming the line that everyone waiting for the train had to stand behind while the train was approaching.
• At Hanno, I met a few of the girl characters from Yama no Susume anime, and there was a whole plotline I forgot the details about, but had to do with different ways of getting points while travelling around, with one of the ways which we participated in being the submission of art drawings that we did ourselves. It was some sort of ongoing public competition that was somehow also tied to being a school project at the same time. Another method was to write a story of some sort, and I also did this, though I forget what my story was about. I somehow vaguely remember it possibly being about a garden, a detective, and some Japanese kanji, though.
• There was also a point in the story where one of the girls who was making the decision on where we should go next bought some train tickets for 11:30 or so, then decided that we should take a bus that came at 11:15 instead, and I stepped in to make sure we tried to find a ticket conductor or booth to get refunds on our train tickets, since it was only 11:00 and we still had time before the bus arrived.
• Lastly, there was a point where we went to visit someone and thankfully remember to bring along gifts from Hanno to act as souvenirs for the person.
• Editor: Hanno Station was a train station in Japan that I visited on Oct 27 2022. I don’t actually remember the details of the station well enough for them to appear in my dream though, it was just a generic station named after Hanno Station.

Dream 2

• I dreamt that I had just woken up in a bed in an upstairs bedroom on a Sunday morning, with my family downstairs. There was a television turned on next to my bed, which was a half-bed half-couch with a pillow, bolster, and blanket on it, and yet also somehow contained a shallow swimming pool, complete with a lane that I swam back and forth in to practice holding my breath and trying to learn how to swim backwards.
• The reason for this is that there was a competition I was training for in that pool where I would race one or two other people in a small group to the far wall and back, and the winner of each group would get something. There were many groups that were going to race but everyone only raced once, and I had won one of the prizes last time because, while I was only an intermediate swimmer, everyone else in my group was terrible as well.
• Mom called Kel and Jon to come upstairs to wake me up for breakfast, and I surfaced from the pool and had it transform back into a bed that I was very cozily sunk into. Kel asked if I wanted to let Mom know that I was already awake and I said yes, I was just lazing about and swimming around while watching TV.

Dec 10 2022

• The only thing I remember from my dream tonight was being in my Edmonton 205 home and looking out of the peephole of my front door, just in time to see a dark shape flash and disappear away from the bottom of the glass. This peephole apparently worked like a periscope, so I used it to glance left and right down the corridor and saw nothing, but when I pointed it down at the ground I saw a homeless family sitting there against my door — a dishevelled man and woman and a child sitting down between them.
• Kel and Jon were downstairs and coming up to visit my apartment, and I warned them about the people sitting just outside my door, but when they opened the door that led from the stairwell to my floor’s corridor, they saw no one there. Puzzled, I opened the door and let the three of them in.
• It wasn’t until much later on, after I had woken up and thought about the dream, that I wondered why there were three kids there when I only had two siblings.