hot chick, drug experiments, and judo dream

RAW TEXT (short version): Took pix Everyone likes me Into society room hit on chick kiss good results. I leave. Days later dream breathe/run to same room sign forms for society no time commitment. Days later drink weird juice fan very cold. I dance but they say "wut u doin?" Not party. Tests. Effects subside but I know movie ends w everyone dying. Oh before that, while fan cold Mr Grantham goes out of room and doesn't let me out. Concerned admin. Ok so he's gonna make us drink another. I slowly then quietly run away. run a lot till I in field near dorm but he appear from other side We judo (he Han now) but he say if I beat him at judo he'll curse/kill me I'm like wtf.


DETAILED RECOLLECTIONS (long version):

I was with my family, and we were leaving this place to go home. Parents and sister had gone ahead, but I had taken a detour into one of many rooms in this building. It is some sort of long but informal dining room, with long tables.

I stride confidently into the room and there's a lot of dudes and a couple of chicks. They are just drinking and having a good time, and they remind me of frat/sorority people. Though no one knows me, everyone welcomes me because I am the new random guy who walked in. Somehow I also strike up a fun conversation with the one hot chick.

There is one adult about 30 years old. He takes some pictures of us. I pose with the hot chick and kiss her a bit. She playfully pretends to reject me but actually likes it.

I say gotta go and run back to rejoin my family and we leave. I realize no one has my phone number or even name. Oh well.

---stuff happens here. I think maybe I even awaken for a bit, then fall back asleep.---

I am jogging back to the dining room place (which I now know to be in UC Berkeley), because I want to get a chance to hang out with those fun people again. I arrive at the sign-up headquarters building, which is empty. The only person in the building is the 30-yr-old cameraman I saw earlier. He tells me he is the head of the organization of these people. I ask what the "time commitments" are. He tells me there are no mandatory tasks, chores, or volunteer activities, or any sort of "time commitment" other than having fun -- no strings attached other than an $80 payment per year for booze and such. So I sign up.

Next I walk into another dining hall style room. The people I met earlier are all there. We start drinking a bit. I also drink some spiked punch.

Minutes later I start to realize the air coming from the fan is very, very cold relative to the rest of the room. Since it is a regular fan with no cooling device I grow suspicious and ask people what is going on. They don't seem to care. Everyone is just sitting or talking quietly; no one is partying.

To try to relieve the tension I get up and dance in the middle of a circle. But they look at me like "what are you doing?" and it's not because of my bad dancing. I realize it is because we're not here to party. We are drinking strange drugs as an experiment for the 30-yr-old dude. Everyone is sitting around idly or talking quietly, looking serious. No smiles. No laughter. I only just realized.

I try to exit the room, but the 30-yr-old dude -- who is now my band teacher Mr. Grantham -- beats me to the door, exits the room and locks the door so I can't get out. I rattle the door handle thinking that he is not evil and will let me leave, but he just glares at me. I look outside the clear windows walls and he is talking to an investigator, apparently assuring him that nothing strange is going on inside the room.

The fan is still unnaturally cold. I know that the coldness is part of a hallucination, an effect of the drug.

The effects are subsiding but I know this dream will end with everyone dying, including me if I don't act soon. The 30-yr-old -- who is now my former Sound Art teacher -- walks back into the room and prepares a bubbly, pinkish liquid in a pot. He begins to offer the liquid to each person, all of whom voluntarily walk up and drink it. There's no way I'm going to subject myself to another, possibly deadly drug. Yet I know refusal is unacceptable and will be punished. So I rise and begin walking towards the exit, slowly at first to not appear suspicious, before breaking into a full-out dream-sprint (meaning, I am running as fast as I can as though underwater).

I successfully escape the room and run up some streets. A car rounds a corner and almost hits me. The man is still chasing me.

Suddenly as I am setting foot on a field (which resembles Duke University more than UC Berkeley) the guy -- who is now the Caucasian version of my Korean Judo Master -- appears from the OPPOSITE direction from which I was running. We judo spar a bit. He warns me that if I beat him, he will curse and/or kill me. My last thought is, "now that is very uncharacteristic of Master Han -- shouldn't he be happy if I beat him, because it means he taught me well?"

parkour/judo dream

I remember towards the end of my dream that I open my backyard gate a bit and peer outside, watching the silhouette of some dude my age walking towards me. I feel that he is hostile so I start to run back and he fires a couple of shots at me.

I parkour over my backyard's tall cement fence. Since he can't parkour he has to go all the way around to get his car first, during which I hit the emergency red button on an emergency post.

A police car who received my distress call zooms by and a backpack is flung out its window into my arms. I reach into the bag; the policeman has provided me a pistol with which to defend myself.

The antagonist, who is now my friend Sid, has finally found his car and is driving towards me. I shoot at him and his accomplice directly in the head, but either I miss or they have hard heads. Then they get out of their car and run towards me. Finally I drop one of the one who is not Sid after multiple head shots. The other guy (who is also not Sid anymore) runs up to me and I do ouchi-gari on him and then try to get into an advantageous ground position to pin him.

All this time the police officer is just sitting there in his car watching the show.