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Our network connection died last night (again). I really should call in and start complaining.
Well, I'll talk about what I saw last night after I talk about this dream I had. (At least the parts I remember.)
I remember that I was out somewhere for some reason, but had to go to broomball and needed my stuff from the house. I ended up driving back to the house (where there were lots of cars parked outside) only to find out that it wasn't my house at all! Apparently, I had gotten off at the wrong intersection, although I was thrown off since the neighborhood looked the same. Anyway, I headed back out, the dream gets fuzzy here, but then I ended up in a large room full of professional wrestlers.
I have no idea why I was dreaming of wrestling, I don't watch that cra.. stuff. So there I was, in a room full of professional wrestlers. For some reason, they were putting them to sleep (literally) and throwing them in to tight fitting plastic bags (like the ones they use for suits). When they got up to me, I told them that I wasn't a wrestler. The girl who was injecting the sleeping drug told me that it wouldn't hurt. Uhh.. *plonk* Uh oh. Then I fell asleep. (In my dream, how ironic.)
When I woke up, I found that I was in a dorm-like room which had a electronic screen showing which wrestlers were still up and who was up. I was one of the first guys to get up. Afterward, there was some sort of initialization, where I was given this plastic container (which looked like the end of a condom) with some sort of sticky rubbery ball inside. This one guy tried sticking his finger in it, but I weaved it out of his reach. He later held me down and tried to block my sight while I continued weaving the plastic cup around, through a crack, I could see this one girl stick a rose (all the girls had roses - and no, the girls weren't wrestlers, I have no idea where they came from) into the cup, and the ball, where it held. Then I was released. I had no idea what the rose symbolized, but I didn't have time to dwell on it since I was being rushed out of the room.
I ended up following this group of people up the stairs of this dorm, which was actually more like a house, until we reached this junction to another building, which looked like a residence. Those guys had sprinted off ahead, but I thought I could catch up with them by jumping across the gap onto the ledge, and intercept them. Bad idea. I jumped across and barely was able to hang on to the corner of the edge. I was holding a pair of socks for some reason, and they didn't help my grip at all. There was some sort of important reason why I couldn't drop my socks so I held onto them tight while I tried to pull myself up. The ledge was small, and the glass (it was glass siding) was slippery. It took me a lot of time, and a number of grey hairs, before I was able to make my way back to safety. By then, the group was gone, and I had to catch up.
The dream gets hazy at this point, but then I think I made it to the ring. I had this match against this rather large burly guy. But before the match was to start, he was replaced by this really old 80 year old woman (who was accompanied by two of her friends). You're joking right? She apparently, was not since she seemed eager to start the match. Okay.. The announcer shouted out that the match would last sixty seconds and started the fight. Sixty seconds? What weird-as.. but my thoughts were interrupted while the lady charged me. I easily tripped her and knocked her down. It took a while to pin her to the ground, and by the time I got my three, there was only seven seconds left. That was close. The next opponent was this young guy who seemed fairly athletic. I don't remember what happened afterward, but I won and left the rink.
It gets fuzzy there, but I later found myself sitting in a classroom. It was high school since I recognized a number of people who were from my grade and the grade above. I watched as Stonaday walked up to DP and complained to him about giving him the wrong answers. Then a couple of guys (bearing balloons) came over (one looked like K-Boy) and then I saw girl give me some balloons and said,
"Happy birthday [JE]!"
What? Then I saw another guy (who was hidden behind the balloons all this time) hand me some balloons.
It was me. I, the real me (who I was looking at), smiled and nodded before walking off.
Whoa. What was I doing in someone else's body? Then I saw the present, which was sitting on the teacher's desk. It was a brand spanking new computer with a 19" monitor! Whoo! Yeah! At that point, a whole bunch of people from my grade (my real grade, not the grade of the guy I was inhabiting) wandered in to fill up the remaining seats. I saw MPS give some guy a casual kiss (which is odd, she never does that), and then I realized I needed a shower.
So, I started taking my shirt off and left the room. Right next door happened to be the room I was staying at, so I was able to grab a towel and some clean clothes before heading out to the washroom, which was next door to my room. It was, unfortunately, occupied (by someone who should've known that I was going to take a shower). Irritated, and knowing that the washroom would have to be aired out, I headed down to the basement of the house. (Whatever happened to the class room, I don't know.)
I wandered around in the finished, one room basement and wondered where LC had went (who apparently was living down there at the beginning of the dream). Exploring the room, it looked as if the place had been cleaned out, since nobody was there. I brushed up against one of the beds, and the sheets moved! There was some guy sleeping there! I quickly hurried out of the room, and that's where the dream fades..
