I’m in the auditorium with a bunch of others my age. We’re all here for special training. My training focuses on back strength, using heavy balls that I’m supposed to toss to others in my little group.
Everyone is here for something specific, such as one guy who is here because he has a problem with hitting the ceiling with basketballs. He has an obsession with it. The guy ends up hitting the ceiling again, and again, and again, and is so proud of it he continually does it and cheers himself on. The overboard excitement eventually grinds everyone in the aud to a silenced halt as we watch him. The people running the place step in and stop him, but they have to force him and he goes into a rage fit, desperate to continue, as though the action were a drug or something.
I get home [Dad’s house] and lay down on the couch. Mom and Dad come into the living room too and talk to me despite me trying to sleep. My phone goes off, and I open it to see it’s a text from Leon. I struggle to read it, because of my parents trying to talk to me. I ask Mom to take care of something in the living room that I was supposed to do, and go to my room.
Now that I’m alone, I can properly read the message. It’s a link to a movie that he worked on editing, with “Just in case you want to check it out” attached. I get the sense that it’s been a long time since we have talked. I decide to join in the breaking of the ice by sending him a pic of what I worked on today, which is a kick-ass spear that I forged myself. It’s black except where it’s been ground down, which is a shining silver. I set the weapon on my purple bed to get a picture, but the lighting stinks. I try to find a blank periwinkle blue wall to try and lean it against, but none of them are empty enough to get a good picture. I eventually take it over to the window. I move the night sky patterned curtains over to the side and tuck them up in the curtain rod. I enjoy feeling like I can open my window without the possibility of a neighbor seeing me, thanks to the open field next to my dad’s house. It’s something that I’ve missed, as are the blue walls.
Once I look out though, I do see there are in fact neighbors nearby, but not close enough to actually see my window but still fairly close. They’re in the middle of the field. I don’t remember them being there, so I figure they must be a new development.
I’m now suddenly designing one of the houses in this row of new houses. I make a great lay out with a covered porch and plenty of space. I move what looks like sound file waves up and down to adjust the price of the three bathrooms. I keep one expensive while lowering the price and quality of the other two to keep the house affordable but nice. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Day of August 17th, 2015
Real-life characters: Mom, Dad, Leon.
Dream-created characters: Others in the aud, people running the aud thing, guy with the basketball problem, other people in my mini group.
Real-life places: Auditorium, Dad’s house, bedroom, window, field.
Dream-created places: New houses.
Different than real life: It’s been years since I’ve been in that auditorium, I haven’t lived in my dad’s house for years, Mom hasn’t been to that house in years, I haven’t talked to Leon in a long time nor seen him for even longer, I have no interest in breaking the ice with Leon, I’ve never made a spear, there aren’t houses in that field.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.