Voices

[This is a catch-up post. This dream is from the night of December 30-31, 2010.] I am in a classroom in Britain. We are playing a game that involves the chalkboard, and walking in between two desks. I am in a room (possibly a hotel room; there is a bed in it, anyway) with Q [from Star Trek: The Next Generation]. I attempt to walk through one of the walls of the room, but get stuck halfway through it, and yell at him for messing with me. He manifests a bouncy ball made out of water, and we both bounce it back and forth. [<PERSON>.] I am still in that same room, but now I am lying down on the floor under the bed. I am stuck there somehow and cannot get up. Q and some random (apparently) human woman are having sex on the bed. It is way too hot and stuffy in the room, and I am starting to feel like there is no air in there. I get up and open the door. There is a screen door behind it. Later, I explain to Q why I did that. I say, "Did you forget that I needed oxygen to breathe?" He does not seem to mind that I opened the door. I am at a party with my mom and a bunch of her teacher friends. We are all on an outdoor patio of a restaurant at first, and then we all get into a rectangular ride vehicle that [somehow] works as a Gravitron. We all strap ourselves into our seats, and the vehicle starts moving forward. While it is moving, I look at a door on the side of the vehicle, labeled Door #6. I do not think it is closed all the way, so I reach over and try to close it, but I end up opening it. This makes the ride shut down, since I have just depressurized the cabin, and makes everyone else on the ride angry at me. A voice over the loudspeaker says, "Next time, the useless will have no reason to be here." I defend myself by saying, "I did not know how to close it!" An alarm is going off. I woke up at this point. - Side notes: I realized after I woke up from this dream that, for the second time since I have been keeping a regular dream journal, sense data from my real body came through into my dream. In this case, it was so cold on this night that I slept with all the blankets pulled up over my head. I really was trying to breathe hot, stuffy air in reality, so that became true in my dream, too. I think that is a pretty cool phenomenon.