I'm not sure how many dreams I had, but I know it was at least two that I remember in quite a bit of detail. Also there's acronym tags scattered around the dreams for things I didn't think deserved parentheses.
#1I was returning home from a trip with someone, I'm pretty sure it was one of my girl friends from school, along with my crush (henceforth I will refer to them as Kelly and Tom). I and Kelly somehow wound up in Washington D.C. after trying to get home to Phoenix, all the way across the continent (lmao). We were walking through, trying to get to the airport so we could get back to Phoenix, and we turned towards the part of D.C. where all the federal governmenty people are. We passed in front of the White House and saw John Boehner dressed in a really tacky suit on its lawn walking up the steps along with secret service everywhere (of course). We kept going past it, and we started down a mild slope. We turned as Capitol Hill was in front of us, and met up with Tom. We then turned parallel towards it and kept walking, the three of us, until we reached an airport. Oh yes and it was goddamn cold like you wouldn't believe (for an Arizonan) holy
shit it was cold. But there wasn't snow on the ground. But I remember it being at least -10C.
We got on a plane (there was no TSA or anything like that, and the plane was a big open area where we could sit down wherever, oh and it was free,
and there weren't really any seats). The plane's route (I didn't know this at the time, but found it out later) was from D.C. to Lima, Peru, to Mexico City, to Phoenix, and from Phoenix to somewhere further north like Seattle but I'm not exactly sure, the dream didn't inform me of that. We sat down next to each other cuddling because it was so fucking cold, with Kelly in the middle. There were probably about a hundred other people on the flight, but it wasn't too full. From where we were seated on the floor we could see the back of the plane, with a little bathroom like normal planes. Tom and I were both grabbing on tight to Kelly because of the cold. Eventually once we had taken flight and the plane got even colder, (I specifically remember -1F inside the plane and far colder outside), Kelly had finally become warm so her and I switched places and I was holding on to Tom. She was still leaning on me with her head resting on my shoulder though. I had my arm around Tom with my other
hand holding his. Eventually we had gotten far south enough (close enough to Lima) that it had warmed up and he left for a bit, and then came back and sat down in front of us and we and him had a detailed conversation about something. However, it was still cold as hell. I and Kelly became extremely close personal friends once we were back in flight from Mexico City to Phoenix because it was getting colder again, and Tom came back and joined us. The dream ended when we landed in Phoenix and got off the plane, although themes from it carried into my next dream(s).
And I guess it's worth mentioning what they were wearing, I don't remember what I myself was wearing, but she had some sort of leather jacket dealio going on, and he had what he typically has on in Phoenix when it's like 5C outside because it never freezes here.
Okay for the next one, I know I attended at least one sporting event, although I think it may have been two different sporting events, and the first time I was at one was simply an extremely poorly remembered dream.
#2I was watching a football game with Kelly and someone else (I think it may have been Nue's dad? I'm not entirely certain.) I don't remember the teams but one of them was Seattle, and the score was completely unreasonable for a football game (161 to 38), and everyone was talking about how unreasonable the score was. After the game, after some celebrating was done for Seattle (they won), a linguist stood up in the middle and asked if anyone in the stadium knew the Mohave language, which in my dream was an extremely endangered language which I looked up on Wikipedia later (in the dream) and found out that it had only between
20 and 30 speakers left. A native girl of about 20 years old raised her hand on the other side of the stadium, and I picked out her hand as she was running down the stadium to the center.
She was the youngest speaker of Mohave, everyone else that spoke it was much older. However some of her older relatives did speak it, I think that's how she obtained it. She also chose against the odds to keep speaking it even though nobody else that she knew other than them knew it, and none of them were monolingual. I, her, and the linguist met outside the stadium. The linguist began to ask her what some basic words were in Mohave, and we were magically transported to another, much more private place where there weren't hordes of people rushing by, I think it was near the sports teams' locker rooms for the game. I wanted to ask her what some of the words of the Swadesh list were that I could remember, but the linguist had her completely occupied. I remember one word, bug, it was /kʷustiɬpaw˥˩/. However I couldn't remember any other words, although I do remember that in the dream it was supposedly polysynthetic and had tɬ as well as kʷ everywhere. (thanks dine bizaad and unangam
txangaanisx̂ for this dream)
#2.5 or #3This is the one I'm uncertain whether it's an extended part of #3 or another dream. The Mohave-speaking girl arranged for some lessons over south of Las Vegas that I was going to attend. They were weekly, every (Thursday?). I met up with a Hispanic girl that was walking along the sidewalk on the main road outside my neighborhood. We went up towards that place to attend.
Jump to it being night time and I'm with my mum and that girl in another car. We were driving along AZ-51 northwards. The road was much more broken than it is in reality. I was driving and had to speed up to get across a gully, but I didn't and the car fell and then broke physics by going down the slope, then swooping high in the air, 29 meters, and then falling down on the highway on the other side perfectly unharmed and in mint condition. Then my mum disappeared (logic!) and we were suddenly riding different motorcycles, full gear and stuff. We were on the northern part of the loop 101 except that it was a coniferous forest instead of the shrublands and random neighborhoods that actually occupy the space up there. We kept going along, me with my brights on and her doing something. We eventually turned north onto the I-17, except she swerved off the road and was riding through the forest. I got off my motorcycle to go rescue her as she had become stuck, and it suddenly turned into Minecraft and I was falling continuously down a cave searching for her, losing hearts as I was falling too far. I reached about 1.5 hearts before the dream ended and I woke up. Because my subconscious didn't want me to learn Mojave or something.
