I was on a matte brown coloured, open side, bus... more like a trolley, an old school one.

It was an old bird of a bus that had seen rough days. It was not jammed full but X and I were on it. She got on rst and went to the back of the bus and held on to one of the brown metal poles to help her keep her footing. She had the exact same hair as in the waking dream, tied up with a rubber band and a hair pin. I was standing nearer the front of the bus but looking back directly at X who appeared to be talking to some people from time to time. We got off of the bus at a point which appeared as a slushy gravel drive lined with tall, bleak deep dark green spruce trees. There was a building complex nearby and all of us went towards it. I was sometimes right beside X, sometimes only nearby keeping watch as we went towards the buildings, which were all joined and full of many levels, shapes and sizes of rooms which were all rather large. I am now inside of the rst hall or foyer of this place which happens to be called Tron, and is in the Tron Legacy font, or a similar one. It turns out to be a school for hackers, to use a general term... code warriors. There were THOUSANDS of students. Many large but curiously arranged auditorium kind of rooms with a digital but steampunk feel to them. The students looked like metalheads and punks, many of them wearing jean jackets as if they were uniforms, some wearing black tees. They all however looked nerdy, in that epic sense we all know, and many of them were quite large or quite skinny, bone skinny, and many with glasses. Their skills felt quite high but there was an air of competition and arrogance throughout all crowds of these students at their desks or otherwise. I am with a small group of others who are anking me going up a few ights of stairs which happen to be open to the class rooms/auditoriums around and below. As myself and my aprox. 4-6 anking people, dressed in black attire, ascend the stairs, I look to my left down at one of the auditoriums and all of the students are looking right at me with slightly intense, ice pick gazes. I said to them something like "If I could steal your eyes and allow you to see how you were looking at me, you would be astonished by yourselves." And they sheepishly turned back towards the front of the class, as we continued up the stairs. We reach the end, my ankers leave me and go elsewhere. I see X not far in front of me, she is near some other people but is alone and not with them. In front of me, a long wall, light blue, dimly lit, concrete/ painted brick like texture, but kind of plastic like too. To my front and right, an open at/large tile oor one would typically see in a hospital... the kind with the aluminum separators which are level with the tiles and quite thin. They are a deep, darker concrete blue and are also dimly lit but for the area to my right which is more well lit by a pure white light which has a blue tinge to it, like looking at halogen car lamps. In this lit area, as I turn right, move towards and face it, it opens up in front of me and is also fenced off, like a mall opening to the other levels with hand rails/fence in front so you don't fall. To the left, while looking directly towards this space, is a small sidewalk/catwalk width walkway with a fence on one side and the long wall on the other. X is on this. She seems somewhat oblivious to my presence and a bit blissed out. I approach and once I make it to her, I oat into the opening which I was recently gazing at. There is slightly glossy black sign which is somewhat plastic textured with fancy framed edges like a picture frame carved in soap stone. It has various sizes of debossed text on chiselled into it. I read the sign (which is just oating in front of where X is standing on the catwalk) and I say to her in an intensied volume and a very direct manner "Don't worry, X, this is only a test." The moment I nish, I descend quickly down a shaft which is a version of the door technique but much more intricate and with countless levels. It reminded me of stacked picture frames and I would be in the centre of them travelling down. They all t together perfectly though and were a perfectly smooth, awless, very glossy, plastic/soap stone type texture with deep oxblood colour throughout, each with debossed test which read the 'weight' of each slab/frame. The further I descended, the heavier the frames became. I would have to move the frames up as I went down. They became heavier and harder to move until I realized, this is all a hologram, I can make them weigh Nothing, so I did. They went up to millions of tonnes but I was able to move them all. Interestingly they all remained the same size, interlocking with each other in their own hyperdimensional way. I recall there being some points where the text was gold leafed in addition to being debossed, and some of the frames had small gold plates with text embedded in them. After a long time of moving thousands of these frames up as I was going down, I made it to the 'bottom' where a silver braced, innite resolution, OLED like display, also very glossy, was embedded neatly in some of the frames in front of me. It was maybe 8 inches wide and 6 inches tall, including the 3/4 inch silver frame/brace. On the display came up a silver/white 'face' which was literally like fog or mist, a cloud, but I recognized as a face or a being, and some text, much of which was not familiar to me, but looked 'alien' and it was very small, but still horizontal, and to the left. There was also a logotype acronym which had an A and an M in it. It could have been ACM. It was Italic and had slight serif. I got the impression it was the logo of a mainframe system or something. Suddenly the display turned orange/gold rather than silver, and a voice came on overtop of the other. An orange cloud face appeared which was different, and there was no text, no logotype, just the mist and what it was saying. It completed what it needed to do, the display had some other things on it very quickly before I blanked out briey, and suddenly I came to in an 'off grid' area in which I was in a hallway, like an ofce tower hall with open door rooms all around. Absolutely everything in my eld of vision was different shades of translucent, glowing slight blue tinged white, like lightning but not as bright. It was made of all kinds of subtle misty but yet plastic/ jelly/icy tendrils weaving in and out of each other... very very ne resolution tendrils that you could barely tell were separate. I saw a couple making love, in their tendril form, amongst walls of this digital but beautiful looking tendril plastic/ice. There was no sound but for the silence of an empty underwater hall, but it was somehow airy. Everything was telepathic where communication was concerned. The couple making love were fucking really oddly and slowly. Reverse blowjob... into the back of the head and rather than his cock it was tubes with tendril uid coming and going, with these slightly darker, slightly cobalt tinted spheres travelling within. Another couple a short way down the hall. The man looks over, telepathically asks for me to come over and I do so if it is what I am there to do. It feels specic but comfortable. This is one of the most comfortable dreams I have experienced in fact. I am now to the man's right, he takes two tubes about 2/3 of an inch in diameter, and sticks them one on my left pelvis and one on my right. The little light cobalt balls in the tendril uid immediately ow. It's not making love at all, but it is natural and almost feelingless. Everything is the same in this area, separate but not. I wake up right after I see the tubes connect to me. [This dream occurred late March 2011. A note on information transfer techniques in dreams: Sometimes when you are making love in a dream or making out, that is a deeply encrypted transfer of consciousness data, in my experience.]