Christmas party and Ms. B

I was home, greeting some visitors who had just entered the hallway and hanging their coats onto racks. I was wearing a black sweater and some black shiny shoes. I stood there watching all the people pouring in to our house. There were some red Christmas decorations hanging on the walls.

I looked at a person and said to myself with a slightly rising intonation: "That's her dad..." Then the man who had just come in and taken his black coat off lifted his head and stared at me. He had a short black beard and he looked at me very seriously.

The viewpoint changed and instead of looking at things over my left shoulder I was now witnessing the events from the left side of the room so that I could see everything. Suddenly, Ms. B dashed between all the people still at the door wearing a white winter coat. She jumped on me making me fall down on the floor, her on me. I became very confused all sudden and my shoes dropped on the floor revealing white socks. She smiled.

Transition.

We walked on the left side of a wintery road, hand in hand. It was very dark, both sides of the road were blinded with a spruce forest. It was snowing and the whole road was covered in sleet. After walking a while a car with bright and rigidly cone-shaped headlights appeared from the direction we were walking to and passed us. Then another car passed. A bit later two more but from the other direction.

We continued walking towards an intersection in a suburban area. When closing in, I looked to my left, past her, and glanced through a large wood paneled window of a nearby house. Her father was there, reading a newspaper and sitting in an armchair. He quickly lowered the newspaper to reveal his face. Then he stared at me again.

Glimpse of bed

I was lying on my bed in my own room on my back, the blue bed sheets still looking intact. My vision was very restricted and lifting my head I could mainly see my legs, my feet.

Turning onto my left side I noticed Ms. B had been lying there next to me dressed in some loose light yellow PJs. Her long hair was open and partly under my head. We continued cuddling.

Underwater hugs

I was attending to an arts course which was held for some odd reason next to a coastline, on some concrete harbour platform. I knew the area was from Comino, Malta. My school's arts teacher was standing to my right next to some wooden table with a lot of papers on it. I didn't get to see them well.

I wore a black rubber diving suit and a greenish mask that covered my eyes and my nose. I jumped in the water. After a short glide underwater I spotted a brown old diving bell hanging from a rope on the right. It first lowered deeper but then it stopped. Ms. B dived out from the pod into the water, like a mermaid with her hands on her sides. Her long hair was freely swirling among the water and she was wearing a diving bodysuit as well.

She swam away from the bell and she didn't seem to notice me. I circled around the bell and tried to catch up with her. I saw this from bird's eye view for a moment. She was swimming (like a mermaid...) away from the bell towards the light above the water surface and I was trying to reach her. Soon she quickly turned around to see me and she started coming my way. We clasped together, spinning, to produce a passionate underwater hug that lasted for a dozen seconds. After a while we surfaced.

Screwed up layout

I opened the source code of Dream Diary in NotePad++. I made my way to the sidebar section and found the Lucid Dreams section which I copied and modified thus creating sidebar sections Sleep Paralysis and False Awakening. I saved the new source and published it. I saw everything on the page was completely misplaced and falsely tesselated. I had coded something wrong...

Girls, girls, girls...

I was standing on some parking lot area with my father and woman who was unknown to me. My father wore somekind of a dark green fake leather jacket. The two started chatting and I could not understand what they were talking about.

A familiar-looking female figure approached from left, behind a corner of some small kiosk the walls of which were all black stone. It was Irina, I noticed. She was wearing that green sweater of hers, a knee-long denim skirt and, what I was wondering, round glasses. Walking past me she greeted me with a 'moi' for what she turned her head to me. She looked indifferent, almost sad. Her hair was flowing with the weak evening wind, almost pulsating.

Then from behind another similar small building in the opposite side of the parking lot ran two girls. The one behind remained in shadows and I could not recognise who she was. The one closer to me was Ms. L. She wore her usual pair of blue jeans and some bluish top or a shirt. She ran very fast and the whole time I saw her she was smiling. She stopped approximately 20 metres from me, put her hands next to her lips to form a megaphone cone and then shouted: "Hey! Come to play piano with me and Anna!"

I was a bit confused since I had no idea who this Anna was and I found it weird to play piano with two people. I kept thinking how nice it has been to play piano with Ms. L but I decided just to take the offer. Ms. L smiled and both of the girls ran towards our school which I now realized, was clearly visible even with the overall darkness in the area. It stood tall in the middle of the town like a skyscraper and the only this what was covering the view was a branch of some tree.

I left the area and started walking towards the school. After a moment I reached this very familiar-looking intersection and saw Irina crossing the road on the left, her skirt rocking from side to side.