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dream journal, 31

10/22/2015

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huffy tuffy: the dream film

I was at a Lecture hall at
a college. My best friend Chris (played by an unknown African American actor).
We are playing sports (I'm not, I just know my character is).
Chris falls into a creek and is eaten by a crocodile, metamorphing into
a human/crocodile combonation.
The rest of the dream, he either is really pushy on getting change or aggressively
trying to eat people.  He tries to eat me and my sister, Angela (played by a white girl with pig tails)
at home.
FLASH and we're in a college auditorium. There is a group of girls I'm sitting with.
A really mean crossdresser named Dave starts to make fun
of everyone.  Dave is played by a white guy.  He eventually disappears.
Chris walks by and offers everyone soda.  He comes back with sodas,
and asks me for 50¢.  I say "No. Chris has already been payed in Full.  I don't owe him anymore money."
Chris flashes his crocodile (now an alligator) face at me.  No one else sees it.
At the front of the the auditorium, some college kids are partying.  Everyone looks at the movie screen.
We all jolt to the right, realizing to people in the movie screen more to the left (all sitting down).
It's mirror image.  As we jolt to the right, everyone says "Huffy Tuffy".  I realize we've been watching the film 'Huffy Tuffy' which mimics and reacts with real life. I realize that all of the last events were fake.
Then, I realize I'm in a dream.  I immediately wake up.

dream 2

I don't remember the dream at all, but I remember realizing I was dreaming (at least falling back asleep) because all the terms in my head were made up: People, places, things, etc. Interesting.
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