23:15 bedtime, yay!
00:00 Wednesday 2014-03-12 Competition #17 night #5
F1) The Flintstones in a park
1) going through an entrance with S2, he takes his shirt off, I make a remark about this. We enter long hallways, we start playing hockey on the super slippery floors with a puck of some sort. We're running down the hallways and richocheting the puck off the walls to each other. Someone scoops it up (it has become a vinyl record in a paper jacket) and drops it back down to the floor.
F2) a teacher summons a shuttle
2) Horses on a hill in the distance, "Hey look at the horses let's go watch them," they move away. There are some closer horses by a fence, coming closer, suddenly a man turns around next to the horse and looks at me. He is dark/middle-eastern looking. He starts talking about a strange cow/horse thing on our left, it is a bizarre looking beast.
3) I'm bicycling with a group of friends including CL. CL is riding a bike that has a large console on it like a big motorcycle. I'm looking at the handlebars of the bikes the others are riding, I'm trying to determine if they're the old curly-style of road bikes, or the straight out style of mountain bikes, it looks curly-style at first but then resolves as straight. One rider is saying he gear broke and it took hours to fix. Another is saying that his gear broke and after replacing it the chain/deraileur in the front is a few millimeters unaligned so he is always having to fiddle with the gear shift lever to stop it from clicking, I see him fiddle with it. We jump out bikes up to the roof of cars and then back down.
4) sitting high on a shelf in the corner of a tall/huge room, the strange cow / horse thing from #2 is there rolling on the ground, I watch as its head moves between the border of the light and the darkness, I think it will sooon see me and I don't want it to.
5) Happy Birthday, G! I'm in G's house for his birthday. There are two women there, one lying in bed and one standing up. I decide to check out the woman in bed, she's very old and wearing lots of make-up, I think "ew." A bunch of people have gathered together to wish G happy birthday. A woman is pouring a drink I think is for me but G swoops in and takes it, it's a large drink I end up with a small one. I start to make a toast, I'm trying to find the words to praise G, I start the toast praising G, just then a bunch more people arrive I can see them approaching the house from outside, I decide to wait for them to enter before continuing.
6) Standing outdoors outside a restaurant, I'm waiting for people. I go check the internet router which is lying outside around a building, I think the people I'm waiting for may be using it. I think about returning to where I was waiting and go to Jack in the Box and get some Monster Tacos.
F3) showing my wife something on the computer
F4) some weird things on the ground near my car
06:00 - 07:42
Thinking about the dreams, thinking about work. Eventually decide to sleep more and finally eventually fall asleep again.
Took a long time. Probably slept at 08:00
7) Nighttime at old neighborhood partk, I'm on the middle level, I'm with a car and a bicycle. The lower basketball level I can see is packed with cars as if it were a parking lot, I see a black guy slinking and jumping between the cars, I figure he's trying to steal the cars or the stereos. He's really hipping and hopping and zipping around quickly darting between the cars very suspiciously. Then a second guy shows up with him, I think "OK it's time to get out of here," I move to put my bike quickly in the back of the hatch-back car, I try to close the door of the hatchback but the bike's in the way, I try slam slam slam harder and harder to close it but it won't latch. Then the two guys are on my level and approaching me. I get the back door to latch finally and I quickly get in the drivers seat and turn on the car. One guy is coming to talk to me by the driver's window, I know this is a technique to distract me while the second guy will go around the other side and try to carjack me. I pretend to give him my attention and behave like I'm distracted but I'm really getting the car ready to go. Then I slam on the gas and pop the clutch, the takes a while to get going, like the clutch is really soft, but I get going eventually.
8) driving down a steep hill with my (deceased WL) aunt. I'm the driver she's in the front passenger seat, her window is open, we're driving by houses on the right, she tries to grab something from a pile of papers on some guy's mailbox as we pass by. We have to go back, she needs to do something with this paper, I stop the car and put it into reverse and try to go back up. The car is very weak or the clutch is very soft, it doens't engage well, the engine is really revving but we're moving in reverse very slowly. I hear a horn honking and look left/forwrads and see that there's a long line of traffic heading downhill in our lane, I must have caused a traffic jam with this maneuver. I coordinated the foot brake, the hand brake, the gas and the clutch to get going in reverse back up the hill. We make it back to the house.
Inside this guy's house, he's ordered something and it has arrived and I see the packing containers, he's in the bathroom washing it. I don't want to meet him so I move forwards and descend a stairway to an office area. I meet his wife and talk about something here. I then have a view of this office area from a higher floor looking through blinds, it's night and I see the lights in that room contrasted against the darkness outside and I know that's where I was earlier talking to that woman.
There's a guy talking to the landlord of this house and he's asking about keys. I know I have the keys.
I'm working with some guys in this house on a device that can control the minds of people over the phone. I'm the technical lead behing this project and I'm proud that everyone knows this, I'm adjusting and connecting wires, connecting the devicer to a phone system. I see the two wires connecting into the box. I joke about calling people and telling them to "send all your money to <my name>." I give a test call to a friend, he says it sounded very automated, I listen to a message from the system and it does indeed sound like computerized text-to-speech, and the words become garbled and incoherent and lost most of the words and you couldn't make sense of what it was saying.
9) I'm watching some adult VHS tape, I'm interrupted, I return to find a tape sitting on the table partially deconstructed / disassembled into pieces, there are two guys, JB and someone else, I suspect they know what's on the tape and they sabotaged it. I'm trying to put the tape back together, I pull a long stream of the tape out of the taple player and try to manually wind it back up but I don't think this is going to work because it's badly twisted. I'm conversing with these guys, the topic moves to transferring media from one place to another, they don't believe I can do it, I say I can so, I give a detailed account of "hooking wires to the video player, through the video converter, and then to the DVD burner," I say this a few times.
10) I'm looking at a blank greeting card together with my mother, in their living room, it is dark. It says on one page "Diablo," a there's a picture of a little guy with horns and cloven hooves, I'm puzzled but this, on another page of the card there's a large artistic white/grey picture close up of the devil's head (with "devil" written over it?) sporting an evil grin, I think this is a VERY questionable card to be sending someone, I say to her , "you can't send this card!" and my mother answers, "Oh, I'm going to send it anyway!!" My father is bringing in large pieces of glass and white plastic/metal lawn/deck furniture into the living room, he had just washed it, and he's going to build a display case out ot it.
09:28 up out of bed
Updated Today at 12:48 PM by 65364
Fell asleep at 12:30, woke up naturally at 6:30 after a non-lucid(?) dream with dream powerrrrss~
arright so let's see
okay so first was a rather strange part about me and others living under a table in the dining room of the 1319 house. most of us were just trying to get by, but there were two, maybe three who were in danger of killing others ... they ended up in critical condition thanks to me but I don't fully remember what I did. some kinda desperate, bloody fighting. hrm.
neeeext part was probably Ben and I just outside the 1319 door discussing the defensive mechanisms of the house. between the glass door and the gate were two black computers stacked on top of each other with red numbers displaying how many TBs of "protection" they offered, as far as security measures for the house went. It was nighttime, close to bedtime. Ben was lecturing me about how it wasn't really necessary or we owed it to our fellow man to not wall ourselves off from them; he even punctuated his speech by hailing some woman with a baby walking by, though I'm not sure what that proved. Mostly I remember checking out some weird bugs on the porch's stone railing, and then realizing that the computer on top, the more powerful one (with 128 TB), wasn't even on. flipping that switch was very satisfying somehow. per Ben's lecture, though, I left the front gate open.
there was something abouuut some teenagers hanging out in a group in the 1319 living room. I remember one or two girls walking over ... I think it was partially About Time-inspired. I picked one girl to be my friend or something, and then there was a short discussion about R-rated movies during which I heartily insisted I wouldn't watch a particular one whose theme was "boiling" (just eggs out-of-shell, but it seemed like the type of movie that would get quite a bit worse).
then I walked into the dining room where the two-ish people I'd incapacitated were still lying under the table, and then it was time to take them to a hospital or prison or wherever.
now I started to use some dream powers automatically. I wasn't thinking anything like "I'm lucid" and I imagine the thought would've surprised me, but at the same time I was conscious of the need to trick my brain so I could get away with classic maneuvers like flying and breaking windows. Still, I'm not counting it as lucid yet. I don't want to settle... xP
the next bit was about the half-dead guys being driven away in the back of a prison van; but then there was something about a group of teenager chasing me along the nighttime streets. same teenagers, maybe. I think slightly before that was a brief segment during which I practiced floating as opposed to flapping, but it was remarkably hard to stay in the air that way. I found it took far too much energy to simply believe I was able to hover, and any lapse in concentration or belief sent me drifting downwards. I had some success but eh.
Next I was in the streets being chased by eager teenagers for some reason, and I remember gleefully clinging to the top of a red van as it drove along. that was definitely giving them some trouble, my choice to cling to a van. gosh I'm tired and my writing sucks. at least I'm getting this down. I don't remember that part too well anyway, though I was having a great time defying them.
the last piece of dream was set in a museum, and now I was starting to settle into old patterns: breaking windows to fly out. I remember a friend leading me up to the top floor of the museum, where some lady was setting up an exhibit about her writing, which was some sort of fantasy series about warrior rabbits; somehow this was also a lecture presented by the professor of an online class I was taking, and am taking IWL, though the subject matter is different. the only people around were me, my friend, and some hint of the writer lady, such as her voice narrating something about her writing, or the impression that she was nearby, setting things up; the room was set up rather nicely, with a staircase along the east side (top-down view), dark carpeting, dim lighting, a row of windows along the south wall, and some cardboard cut-outs arranged in front of them. there was more exhibit to the north beyond a wall with two doorways, but I was mostly interested in the very many windows.
likely in opposition to my friend's wishes, I started trying to kick or punch out one of the windows to let me through. There really wasn't much time before teenagers would come flooding up the stairs, as far as I could tell, so my main focus was simply on managing to break a window. It took a few good tries on a few good windows; I was trying to lever my self-belief into the equation but it backfired somewhat when I started self-believing that some of the windows were made of two layers of glass, and were therefore much harder to break. Also some had blinds in the way, but I don't think I really cared; it just made it a bit more difficult and awkward.
Finally I broke a window and climbed through, clinging to the outside of the building where I would probably be safe; next, I flew down a bit to land on some wall structure nearby, and then my next plan was to fly up to the roof. I think that's when I woke up, though.
Actively pursuing lucid dreams is a very difficult task for me because I have so much trouble sleeping. Last night started off well. I woke up after a dream, but didnít look at the time. I remembered some of the dream. I woke up after a second dream at 2:30 am. I remembered a small fragment, but I knew there was more. I tried to relax and let the dream come back to me, but it just didnít. I was frustrated. I lay in bed from then to now and just couldnít fall back to sleep. So this morning Iíve only had 4.5 hours of sleep and feel horrible.
Dream 1 Ė Back at the store: In my dream I was working back at the book store where I worked in my late teens. I am standing behind the checkout counter and there are several customers in the store. The man, who looked like a 50-something year old biker (long graying hair and beard, beat up black leather jacket, and dirty blue jeans) he is holding a framed picture. He starts to yell out for all the customers to hear that he tried to return the picture, because there was a red ink stain on the frame, but I refused to give him his money back. Iím very angry because I can remember that the man came in over a year ago and tried to return the picture after he spilled ink on the frame. The man heads for the back room of the store, and I know he is going to try to seal something. I yell at him, ďHEY!Ē and stare him down. He backs down and walks away. Then one of his friends, who looks like the father from Duck Dynasty, tries to sneak into the backroom. I see him and yell at him, and he backs off. I wake up.
Dream 2 (Fragment): The only
thing I remember from this dream was looking out over a large parking lot. There were mulch covered islands with dogwood trees planted on them. The trees are covered in beautiful pink flowers. I vaguely remember sitting cross legged on the floor of a dressing room in a cloths store.
I decided to share some of my more interesting and memorable journal entries on here just for the fun of it. This is going to be my first entry.
I was in a dream wasteland with no rules. I had made a contained fortress around me so that these gigantic creatures that would shoot huge beams of energy at me wouldn't hurt me. While exploring my fortress I had discovered a flaw. One of these creatures had breached the fortress, while thinking that I had in fact made this part of the fortress thinking that it couldn't be breeched. As soon as I realized my mistake I ran. The huge creature took off after me. I ran around the corner to avoid its wrath and any chance of being destroyed. I hid outside the ruins of a convenience store, being that my fortress was made of a little town that was no more. When I hid on the side of this store the dream suddenly switched to a third person view. There was no longer a humongous creature after me but in fact a woman who sought after me for whatever reason. I knew her intentions were not right though. She called out for me and as soon as she passed me I didn't hesitate to take action. All of this was still in third person, by the way. I took out a gun that shot out a ray of energy and paralyzed her. She cried out for help and told me to stop. I didn't hesitate to kill her because I knew what she wanted from me. She wanted me destroyed. I can't recall anything more after this incident.
All I remember is that they ended the school day early at two instead of two fifty. For some reason, only two periods were short.
Nothing at all, literally nothing.
I am trying to move my (black?) computer mouse, but it is making a strange noise every time I move it. I'm probably just snoring in real life, and I'm becoming aware of it as I wake up.
I am eating a muffin with Chocolate Chips. It tastes Delicious.
So I was going through some dream about the layout of a town or city. Now I wasn't lucid at this point and the dream was not very clear. I ended up going inside of a video game store and finding out that there was a greenhouse type setting inside the store.
I began walking around the greenhouse setting and some other dream characters were attempting to converse with me on some things. I walked toward the back of the greenhouse and tried my best to shut them out and tell them that I wished to be alone.
I got to the back of the greenhouse where there were a number of small sticks on the ground. Now these sticks were rather strange because they were not natural looking. They were like small wooden construction sticks, like a toy or something.
And for whatever reason, I thought that it would be a good idea to try and lift the sticks with my mind. I started saying "Lift" and concentrating on one of the sticks and it would levitate. I began using increasingly complex movements to pick up the sticks and place them into a plastic bucket.
Wait a second, I can never move things with my mind in real life! ...so that means that I must be dreaming! Oh, F**k yes, a lucid dream!
I stand back from the area that I am focusing on and find that I am in the basement of my own house.
"I'm dreaming! Stabilize! I will not wake up!"
Clarity begins to come in, but I am not quite satisfied.
I stomp my foot on the ground and get a better feeling of my dream body.
I rub my hands together and get some weird visuals when I do. When I rub my hands, I look at them and I see waves of what looks like TV static in all colors spread out and hit the sides of the room. When the waves hit the sides of the room, it becomes more vibrant and lifelike.
I make my way upstairs and notice that I feel naked. I get upstairs in the bathroom and look in the mirror to confirm it, and, Yes, I am naked. I close my eyes and think to myself. "Okay... underwear, pants... (I feel these clothing items appear on my body, this is weird by the way.) do I really need a shirt? Nah? Let's see if I can make myself look totally buff! Just for fun!"
I open my eyes and I have black pants on and while I'm no bodybuilder I certainly look more muscular than in real life.
"Not perfect, but whatever. Let's go outside!"
I look out the window by the front door to my house. It is nighttime and snowing. Let's see if we can change that.
"Set time: Day" I say to myself.
It becomes day outside.
"Set season: Summer"
The clouds clear and the snow melts down by a few inches instantaneously. But I want to get rid of all the snow. I repeat the command four additional times attempting to remove all of the snow. Once all of the snow is gone, I step out into the yard. It is warm, and the grass is green.
I look up and see that the sun is behind the house and that the front yard is in a shadow. I might want to go to the backyard where it is lighter, but instead I decide to try and move the sun.
"Sun: Move to Here!"
I recall one of my other lucid dreams, where I grabbed hold of the sun in the sky and moved it with a voice command.
"Rrrgh! What was that command!?"
And I realized how long I had been doing this and how many different voice commands I had been through.
"Sundial!" I attempted to move the sun in the sky with my hand. It failed.
I just give up and think to myself about what I could do next. There are no dream characters about. I can't recall what the TOTMS are. I thought about my powers. Perhaps practicing some firebending or flying. My guide is nowhere to be found.
I then just begin to think for a moment, as I examine the empty dream world about how advanced of a lucid dreamer I've become. I think about some of my old lucid dreams, such as the first one that I ever had and think of how many dreams I've had, and how now, I am just familiar with lucidity. It's just something that I do. Okay, I'm not like some of the lucid dreaming gods out there, but I've gotten pretty good...
It was around this time that I spotted two of my cats from WL. They began fighting and I yelled at them to stop. They stopped for a few seconds then went back to it. I decided to just wake up by watching them fight. I awoke.
1st fragment: I was in a castle, became lucid and yelled, almost roared, "I am luciiiidd!!", it only lasted for 1 or 2 seconds and was very vague but I was lucid. HAH!! This took an hour and 20 minutes to take place, from 7.00 to 8.20 (real time)
2nd fragment: It was pretty much the same location and I was only lucid for a few seconds. This took 20 minutes of real time
A fragmented non-lucid about Fairy Tail:
Natsu attacks Mirajaine, Mira dodges everything easily (with a smile on her face ), later on, a girl kicks another girl off of something. She breaks several places in her legs and the doctor says recovery will take 3 years.
November 8, 1977.
I am not quite sure what my motive was for making the original title to this "Rocks In Your Head" back in the late seventies, but I think it might have related to the level of intelligence of the two main (but unknown) characters. It's possible that the dream was slightly influenced by "The Zanti Misfits" ("The Outer Limits") although the ants in the dream do not really resemble the "aliens" from the show. In real life, someone had stolen one of my father's "inventions" from the carport or rather, a bicycle with a steering wheel instead of handlebars and a few other unique features in design. It turned out to be a younger relative (R_D_) of a neighbor (L_D_) - and he used the expression "rocks in your head" at least a couple of times.
In the dream, my father is some sort of well-known inventor. He remains in the background for the most part, though. Much of the dream is uneventful and focuses on vague ideas of possible improvements of products of the time - including "a better mousetrap". He is working on this "better mouse trap" at one point, but also other devices; one to do with an electric device, looking somewhat like a tall teapot, that puts a person's shoes on for him, some sort of "better shoe horn" I take it. (In real life, I did have the "Mouse Trap" game.)
In summary, the house layout is mostly as it is in reality, but somewhat bigger. My father did make a lot of intriguing things in real life, such as various unusual and naturally anthropomorphic cypress knee lamps as well as unique types of bicycles and such, but in the dream, he is more like some sort of lab technician at one point.
The main part of the dream is based on two escaped criminals who want to steal my father's inventions. They are not threatening - it is more like some sort of documentary I am viewing in real time. Their behavior reminds me vaguely of Abbot and Costello. They end up trying to move a larger device in my father's music room and thereby set off some sort of burglar alarm which transforms them into red ants with some sort of ray. One ant even has a mustache. They do not even know they are ants until much later. When the leader of the two (the one with the mustache) sees how huge the room is from their perspective, he moans "It's gonna be a long way" (apparently implying how far it will be to leave the room and escape from our house). This is the dream's last scene.
I think in a way, this dream was trying to teach me about "every man" (or the "average" or "normal" person) in both being a "pest" and having both hindsight and foresight "much farther away" than in other types of people.
Normally I am not at all concerned or focused on my age in dreams, lucid or otherwise, but this one was a bit different.
I am in the pinhead's apartment at the King Street boarding house. I am in a bed that would not have ever been in that location in real life, as it is aligned south and north (head to the north) along where the closet entrance would otherwise be, as well as blocking the door into the apartment. However, the dream places the doorway a bit more to the east. I am not sure if L_ is still renting the place at that point, but he is there (though the room is mostly empty) and I am wondering if the owners are around. This is one of those dreams where I supposedly owe a lot of back rent, which is rather odd, especially considering the male owner died over twenty years ago in reality. (Probably L_S_ the pinhead has also passed on - when last I saw him years ago, he looked really tired and with snow white hair.) There seems to be some sort of long board from the ceiling or upper part of the wall that had fallen down and is also at an angle across most of the bed. I get the idea that the house has been in disrepair for a number of years even though people may be living there.
I get up and feel physically exhausted but am determined to enjoy myself. Even though I am not lucid, I still "know" that I can just jump out the window (from the second floor) and go flying off to the other side of town. I make the jump and it is an unusual sensation which also seems to make me feel a bit less groggy. I almost hit the ground, stopping at about a foot or so from the middle of the street and then quickly move back up near the tree tops, almost like some sort of bounce from something invisible and intangible.
As I fly northward, I seem to be aware of a large number of females on various areas of the sidewalk, each about a year apart in age, and each a version of my wife, somehow. One calls to me in a friendly manner. It is almost like some sort of timeline series or "age index" in real time, although that is not really a correct term in reality - but is what is manifest in the phrasing in the dream. I fly on to some sort of lighthouse in the middle of town (the nearest body of water being the Black River area of the Mississippi).
In the top of the lighthouse, I decide to see how long I will live. I will do this by turning a different "age index" until it reaches where my "oldest" age is recorded. I am not sure yet how I will recognize such data. The "age index" is like a long ski lift at first, with various number values as well as the notes of the musical scale continuing one octave after the next, each written in sequence on a different section of each ski lift chair. Every now and then, I notice an unfamiliar name on the side of a particular ski lift chair. It takes a lot of strength to pull the weight of the entire ski lift route by somehow forcing the ropes around from where the bull-wheel is, turning it manually, but I am able to with only mild discomfort. There are other people there who seem somewhat annoyed that I am disrupting their daily routine.
Over time, I come to my name written out just beyond a large Eb (E flat) note, printed at somewhat of an angle, and the number 59 in a nearby location. Another man seems happy that I will "live that long". However, that is a young age to pass away, in my opinion, and isn't that far off, really. However, Eb is actually the value of around 78 (near the age when my father died) whereas 59 is closer to the lower Bb in that range. (77.782 and 58.27 to be precise). At this point the ski lift seems slightly more like a Ferris wheel that I am somehow turning about.
July 18, 2013
I am at a four-story mansion with many of my close friends. At the time I am in a lavish bedroom with a girl. I cannot remember who the girl was. There is an electronic piano in the bedroom. Soon the owner of the mansion comes in to take a shower in the adjacent room. He tells myself and the girl to do whatever we like, implying we make out. However, I am too scared for that. Instead I play a song on the piano. It is a French song and is difficult for me to play. Then, all throughout the house a phone rings. Since the owner is in the shower no one answers it for a while. But, there is a red phone on the bed and so I, looking cautiously at my female friend, answer it. The phone is a woman speaking French and so I have no idea what she is saying until she says the title of the piano piece I was just playing. Then without warning, I hear two gunshots over the phone. Her voice stops for a second but then continues as if nothing had happened. I am terrified but infer that the woman wants to hear the French piece on the piano. I play a recording of it but am unsure it will satisfy her because it is so mechanical sounding. Soon the owner steps out of the shower and I rush to tell him what happened. I am obviously more concerned than he is. From there, we all walk around the house. I observe the very top floor, located at the top of a grand staircase. It is completely dark. I ask the owner what happened to the top floor. ďAll the lights just burnt out at once.Ē I now sit in the kitchen with some other friends. Out of the corner of my eye I see a dark spot appear on the carpet in the joining room. The spot scurries across the carpet. I pay little attention. Another spot appears as if from the existence of the first. By now this has the attention of TB and others. The spots are moving closer to us, crawling. Up close, it is clear that they are spiders, slowly multiplying. I am overcome with an urge to leave the room and act accordingly. I head to the top of the grand staircase where my friend JK is sitting. At this point I am overcome with grief. We started with so many companions and at each stop some people died. I did not want to die. This house seemed so deadly. It was creating fear with increasing intensity. I was on the verge of tears. Before any monstrous events could take place, several taxis arrived on the floor below the grand staircase that were able to take us all away from this house. I woke up.
February 14, 2012
I am at the Mall, but before I go shopping I stop by Burger King, as I am absolutely famished. I look at the menu and really want to get a Baconator. However, I do not see it on the main menu. But, just before I settle for a regular Whopper, I see on a sign to the right that they do in fact sell the Baconator, so I ask for a medium. Next, I am actually in the Mall looking for things to buy for my family. Suddenly I begin crying. Tears fall down my face so fast. Emotions swell in my head. It is uncontrollable. It is awesome, for the tears stemmed from cheerfulness and happiness, rather than pain and sorrow. Once the teardrops start I realize that it is one of the best feelings I have ever experienced. So I embrace the tears and smile. After a while I imagine that my face must look like a mess so I turn my head to look into a mirror. As I expected, my face looks red, swollen, and wet. However, my hair is stunningly short (well thatís my dream perspective I guess) DS. Finally, it seems I am about to buy something. Some sales associates come to help me, perhaps because I am crying, but all I can think of is the fact that I am so happy. I think the sales associates are recommending a childish toy light or something. I donít remember if I bought it. I only remember the happy tears. FIN.
Updated Today at 05:45 AM by 67352
January 12, 2012
My friends and I are having some sort of party. However, the party consists of almost every person I have ever met. So we split up and take multiple cars, dividing ourselves into cliques. Then we arrive at my backyard. We decide to jump the fence to reach my neighbors yard. We start climbing. The fence is extremely tall, much taller than in real life, and it has hinges that swing open making it difficult to climb. Finally, some people make it to the yard. I am still at the top when the neighbor himself walks out of the house. I duck behind the fence hoping he will not see me. He notices everyone and surprisingly welcomes everyone to play. He even encourages me to climb down the fence safely.
Next I am at HEB. I decide to purchase a hat, a blue winter coat, some gym shorts, and a gym shirt. Eventually I find MM. We talk, but I don't remember what about. I then cut off all the tags of the clothes for some reason. I also take off my shorts and shirt and replace them with some that I am buying. I think I am afraid that the cashier will mistake the clothes I wear with the ones I want to buy. Eventually I take the clothes to the cashier and I have trouble matching the tags to the correct articles of clothing. I also decide not to get the coat, as I donít need it. I actually couldnít remember picking it in the dream either.
Now I receive an email stating that I am needed at soccer practice. Itís weird, but I feel my duty is to go. I arrive to see both soccer players and people from band. I see AB and ask if I really need to be there. He asks if I received the email and he says yes. So I reluctantly follow the group. I think we are about to start drills when I wake up.
January 8, 2012
I am walking through a jungle looking for a way down to the river. When the others arrive I take a huge branch from a tree and throw it as hard as I can at a nearby tree. The shock is so great that three branches fall striking some people. After that I find a way down to some platforms on the river. Some other people find another way so I let them work it out while I wait. Someone on a barge in front of me has a rope and is trying to swing it toward me so I can swing over. I keep waiting but the rope never intercepts my position. Finally after much frustration I get the rope and swing down. However, because I am on a higher ground I fall into the water before I reach the barge. I also loose my glasses. So I look under the water, slightly afraid to open my eyes, and see my brother, fish, and a dead armadillo. I ask my brother what he is doing. He is with some of his friends. I descend back under the water and find and grab my sunglasses. It was like an adventure. It felt like I was running from something very dangerous. Scary.