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Thursday, May 17, 2007

More dreams:

i had another happy dream and it's quite a lengthy one. This time it was the crew and myself and we were hanging out near my parents house. We were strolling around near my old middle school in S.F. nearby a middle school and was invited to a field trip or a festival type thing in berkeley. We take the invite and notice that theres TONS of kids walking to the bus stops. I figure that since theres so many kids heading to the buses the only real way to get to the BART station was to just walk there down hearst ave all the way to the Glen Park station. Now we have this group of kids walking with us on quite a walk.
Now we're near UC Berkeley on Bancroft way walking up the hill. We get to this park, which doesn't exist in real life, and it's this huge festival with events, games, etc. Our group gets invited to play human chess on this large field where other groups of kids were playing as well. Somehow i got confused with chinese chess in which theres an additional piece called the cannon. So i become the cannon piece by simulating the shuck-shack of a shotgun. It was then that i realized, 1) how do we know what kid is what piece? 2) who controls movement of the pieces and 3) what if all the kids just start moving out of order. And of course kids were moving every which way and since i was the cannon piece, i was taking kids out since they were walking at me. So i realized that it was the wrong chess style(oops!) and explain myself and walked off the chessboard.
After playing chess i started walking up the hill, there was a chubby italian kid who followed. He shouted at me and then kicked a ball made out of grass. I saw the ball coming and kicked it back, it went up into the air and landed on the kids head. Right when it landed the ball transformed into different things: a hat, a wig, a beard. And everytime it changed the kid would impersonate whatever the polymorphic grass did. He was having fun with it and so was i.
Then i woke up. Man..

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