2007-06-28 - 10:13 a.m.
i was in a school of some sort, very advanced. some friends were there. definitely moe, mike, others. possibly henry? the teacher was a very smart, good looking blond woman, early to mid thirties. after the class she gave us a quiz, and the questions were extremely hard. there were questions about color spectrums and very hard math problems. i remember spending the most time on a math problem where you have to balance out two long equations. i did, and it turned out both sides of the equation equalled 500. when i took it up to the teacher and talked to her, she said that was the most important question, because if you enter it into your calculator you get 520, which is incorrect.
after i went home or to an apt complex or a dorm, and i hear mike yell, motherfucker! really loud. he's playing a video game with someone about racing cars. i go to another room and moe is there, and i make a comment about the quiz. she says yeah it was weird, the colors you could just tell which one is longer, and i note she doesn't even mention the math problem.
later we're all at a dinner table in a giant outdoor restaurant, a long white table. as i'm there moe and i realize it's a dream together. i start flying around, having sex, having sex while flying, all with moe. talking to people, turning my dream into a party as usual. it stays lucid for a long time. eventually i land back at the table and try to show off that i'm lucid and can do anything. i start to draw a little bunny with a black sharpie to show i can bring it to life, but the restaurant manager comes by, older guy, balding, darkish sandy hair, black pants, white shirt, black vest, and he says we had to finish up. i look back down and my drawing had turned into a very fat and evil looking face.
