The following chronicles an "affection generating dream" that is common in high school and less common in college. It was my brain trying to get me to have feelings for this girl via my subconscious. It felt wonderful (at least the very first part).
For privacy purposes the name of the girl in this dream has been changed to "Bla."
tl;dr version (raw post-dream writing):
Playing piano duet with crush Bla fast escalation I half-kiss her cheek easy, she has to leave and i'm like doh she no like, but then she's like "ur not coming?" so I go w/ her to elevator. then she turn into guy along with girl that Jeff also likes and both try to drug us, w/ smarties. I become sad that Bla is actually a dude. 6'2" white guy. But nothing is certain and universe keep shifting I call her later and she denies ever having been a white guy, also later on every time I call her it's like someone else answers, her identity changes, almost like shifting parallel universes like one guy all like "well she does live in my residence please hold"
as I sobering up Liz finds blue jacket from wardrobe (at first she only found stupid mascot costumes) "Liz don't u have anything less conspicuous" I comment on shifting universes and Liz momentarily becomes a white woman I don't know. Back home, writing my dream, stale potato chips, surprisingly accurate w/ my facts.
Long version: Instead of posting a long-ass story I will just elaborate on the ambiguous sections:
Throughout the dream the parallel universes keep shifting in and out of phase, sometimes overlapping with each other. That's why every time I called Bla I got a different response: In some universes she is in love with me, whereas in others she does not even know who I am. In some universes she doesn't live at that phone number's location, whereas in others she lives in a coop and another man answers the phone and tell me to hold.
In one universe, Bla is actually a tall white guy, hanging out with Jeff's crush (who also turned into a tall white guy, incidentally). Both try to drug Jeff and me with drugs that taste like smarties.
Later in the dream I feel cold so I need a jacket from Liz. Liz is a rich woman friend with an extremely large wardrobe. Her closet is the size of my room. Nonetheless she can't find a suitable jacket for me; all she has are mascot costumes, like the Cal bear or the weird red pepper thing. One of her costumes is an orange giraffe. I say, "Liz, don't you have anything less conspicuous?" I finally go home with a blue windbreaker.
Near the end of the dream, I thought I had already woken up. I was writing down the details of my dream to remember them. Surprisingly, none of these details were wrong. I must have been in stage 1 and retained all of my cognitive abilities. I finally woke up for real. Writing down my dream details in my dream definitely helped transition the memories from dream-state to waking-state. I could actually visually remember some words I wrote down near the end of the dream, and verify that they indeed happened earlier in the dream.
it's interesting that she has an orange giraffe costume; two years later that dementor turns into an orange giraffe and gets raped by the whomping willow..just throwing that out in case you didn't realize this. At first i thought that dream was about school stress, with dementors being stress/school system, and the other fps players being other students, but idk now
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