My Return to LA

Night of December 8th, 2009
Palm Harbor, FL
Non-Lucid

I got into a taxi at the airport in LA. Zac is with me. We are heading to my dorm at USC. Apparently I had returned for grad school. I don't know the airport area to well but once I got closer I recognized some buildings. I told the people I finally recognized where I was. I didn't know the fastest way from there but I knew the general direction. The driver said not to worry he knew the fastest way and turned into a bank. IN TO THE BANK. He started driving the down the hallways and into the elevator (it was a big elevator). The elevator took us up a floor or two and he pulled out and started over a bridge. We finally got to the school and Zac and I got to work on strangely enough a theatrical production. The coolest part was everyone there wanted to be part of it. A lot of undergrads looked up to us. We were the big men on campus, film school style, because despite the theatre piece we were still in the School of Cinematic Arts. We were working all day and all night so I grabbed naps at lunch time. The dream finished with a undergrad girl coming and waking me up during my nap and asking excitedly if I was Michael Schatz. Darn right I am!

Damn you Zac Efron, or How I Write a Blog and Accidentally Set Off the Bomb

Superstitious people should not read the following because my dream told by writing this article I set about the end of the world. Or at least the nuclear apocalypse.

Night of November 25th, 2009
Palm Harbor, FL
Non-Lucid

I was going to a class at USC and it happened to be set below ground. I take the steps to the classroom recessed into the ground and strike up a conversation with the two fellows next to me. One of them used to be in the Navy and the other the Army. They were talking about the two types of bombs used in their former line of work and the differences between them. All of sudden the ground shakes, all the lights went out except for the sunlight coming from above. I stack a chair on a table and look up through the window. The nuclear apocalypse had stuck and we were only alive because we were below ground; the recessed classroom had worked like a bunker. We began discussing how we couldn't go outside due to radiation but we could not survive inside with no food. I got back on the chair and saw that the room above us had fruit trees. What a convenient place for an arbor fruit farm.

Now the next thing I was wondering was what caused all this. I don't know how I figured this out in the end but it turns out this all stems from the fact that I had written a blog article about how I wanted to see the upcoming Zac Efron movie. (It happens to be true. "Me and Orson Wells", despite all odds, actually looks good.)
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