TOW 		             
Dreaming; Night of
June 13, 1987
       10:08              I was on a trip with a large number of people my age. I don't remember where we were at first, but I remember going up before a group and tripping about like a klutz. This part may have been in a classroom or some such; I just don't remember. Sometime around here, I saw a beautiful woman. She was either Tina Roberts or SC (poetry class), a combination of the two, or both at various times. Everyone seemed to be pairing off, so I tried to find her again to choose as my partner, but she'd disappeared. At one point, we were all driving back from somewhere we'd been. At another, we were all inside an auditorium. I kept looking for her, scanning the faces everywhere. All through this part, one guy kept mooning everybody at odd intervals. I saw one couple in which both of the members were men. But most of the people were broken up into normal male/female pairs. When I hadn't found her after a good while, I realized that if I did, she would probably have already paired off with someone. At this point, awareness flickered and I thought to myself that since it was my dream, I'd just have to take her away from whoever she was with. At about this point, or perhaps earlier, I noticed the interplay of bright light and shadows in a certain area. I was amazed by the perfection of the reproduction and studied it for as long as I dared. Then I went on, to continue my search. I finally asked some girl, outside the auditorium, I believe, if she knew which girl I was describing. She said she did, and gave me an address and phone number. The phone number matched one which I'd written in a little notebook which I thought might be hers, so I went to the address to check it out. I met her there, and though she was neither of the above people and was, in fact, rather seedy, though somewhat attractive, I thought she might be the one. She seemed to remember me, at least a little, and we had a conversation. Almost at once, she told me that she was into sports and dreaming. I displayed interest, and she said that she didn't want to brag, but that she'd had a dream about mice and cheese (or something). Having no awareness at this point, I told her that I, too, was interested in dreaming—pointing out that it was something we had in common—and that I was on my 12th notebook after a five or six year involvement. She wasn't as impressed as I'd hoped. We talked a bit more, and I followed her into the house she shared with an indeterminate number of other college students, of both sexes. It was a large, multi-story wooden house, exhibiting typical college-student damage. A goofy guy came in whom I recognized from the trip and tried to interest me in another what he termed "camping trip." I declined politely, and he eventually retreated far enough to allow me to ask the girl out. She was sitting in a chair, staring at some guy's picture. She politely refused at once. I thought she might be refusing for that night, so I rephrased my offer to include future dates, but she again declined, so I left, feeling certain that this was the wrong girl and still determined to find the right one. As I walked down the street, or pathway, I saw that much as houses have mailboxes, almost every house had a port-a-can out by the street. As I continued walking until I came out of the woodsy area, I again noticed the realistic application of sunlight on the dreamscape. I wondered if it would hurt my eyes to look at a dream sun, which was now behind me as I'd turned to the right (east). I thought that perhaps even dream light of that intensity might burn out the visual centers of my brain, even though my eyes weren't involved. I finally risked a quick look back, and it looked very much like the sun should. At about this point, I worried about the capacity of my memory to remember this long dream sequence in order to record it. I decided, nevertheless, to continue the dream rather than to terminate it. I kept walking, and before long, I came to a large brown brick building on my right. Thinking it might be a dormitory in which I might search for the girl, I went inside. Inside were a number of counters with people swarming busily around them. For some reason, I decided I wanted to be on the other side, so I flashed an imaginary pass and climbed over a certain section of the main counter. I was immediately accosted by a rather large woman, who insisted I "get back" to work with no further delay. By this time, I had sensed that I was in some sort of secret establishment, possibly military, and that I could very well be in big trouble if discovered. So I played along. She continued to watch me, however, and though I tried to cover my blunders, it soon became obvious that I didn't know what I was doing, and she called the guards on me. What I was doing involved flats in which some special type of grain was growing, a grain which (I somehow understood) could turn people into "zombies." I attempted escape, but I—and my buddy, who was suddenly with me—were cornered by the guards. It became evident that he was contaminated by the grain, though I seemed clear. (G)(A)