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Scary non-lucid about losing my kitten. She jumps out of the car at a rest stop and runs off. I catch her once, but she gets away again. I call out to her but she does not come back. Some people seem to have found a kitten; it has spots though, and is not her. "That is not my baby," I say to the girl. She takes the kitten back. Awake from this and DEILD. Transition rolls me over and over and over. Unfortunately, don't remember a thing about what happened, except that I woke up, and DEILDed again, with a similar transition.

I am walking through some building. I walk downstairs and up to a huge glass wall. I phase through easily. I then am outside in a grassy area (something like a college campus). There is a very thick brick wall near me. I am phasing through when I suddenly lose my confidence; wall is very thick and I worry about becoming trapped inside. Remember I wanted to work on flying. Just can't seem to get into the air. I try flying like Superman. Nada. I shrug.

Wake up, try for another DEILD but reenter non-lucidly; a guy is sitting on me and talking about Emanuel Swedenborg. I tell him I'm not interested, and to get off of me, because I am trying to DEILD. A few minutes later I wake up.

I’m in kitchen in my house. I watch SAO on computer, the player bugged, I need to turn on it few times. I almost don't hear sound from computer, so I go for headphones. I turn it on and watch. At first there are something like intro. I see desert with some people. Narrator tell (I read subtitles) something about two skills, but he's not sure it's mistake with translation or this skill change his name, when someone has killing spree. After I see arena, I hear crowd, but I don't see them. In the middle there are two knights on the big mounts, they want to duel. Between them appeared Kirito. He shot the arrow by bow to start the duel. They fight stubborn. The knight on left use some skill and enemy's HP fall under 50%. The crowd cheers, they know that the Left win duel. Suddenly he keep fighting and kill his enemy. The crowd are fearfull and run away.
Now, I'm in Kirito body. I know somewhere there is some sword. Other people looking for it too. I see him, but someone go to it first. I don't care, because I know it's very heavy and I'm the only one who can get it. I come to this place where I saw sword and there isn't here. I look at this guy and see sinister smile. I feel this is some king of stratagem. There are some girl with him (one of twins i saw in other dream? tonight).
Then I'm in some building in hole with circle stairs. Everything inside was made with wood. I'm talk with some of elders elite, but I don't remember about what.
After I walk street, I thinking about this situation. I hear some voices in my head. I feel they are evil, but follow them is the only way to solve the mystery, so I take the risk.

Once Christmas is over I'll be less stressed and hopefully get my recall back!!
Two non lucid bitties

1) Going into a Chinese takeaway, I was handed my order by a stunning looking Chinese lassie called Sophe. (Never seen her before)

2) I really dull one where I was in a strange empty building with my wife. My father phoned to say he was coming. He arrived instantly and we discussed how he was spending his savings on property. (which IRL is not happening.)

Fascinating!!!

starting to remember more dreams!

I was ice skating on this huge outdoor rink. I was having a blast doing all kinda of spins and tricks. I was even doing flips. It felt effortless. I was out there for about an hour and then went back to my car. It was super windy, and the wind had blown over a trash can and there was trash everywhere. When I started driving my car, it started smoking and making weird noises. I remembered that it was broken and wondered why I had picked that car to drive(it had just broken down in RL). I picked up Niki and we were going to go to Taco Bell but we never made it there.

I was dropped off at this building with a bunch of people my age. I realized that I forgot my shoes so I was walking in bare feet. I didn't have my phone to call my parents so I asked a girl if I could borrow hers. She looked at me weird and was kind of nervous and told me no. I wasn't sure what we were there for, just that it was something important. We entered this huge outdoor theater. We were sitting down when I saw this massive bird, that I thought was an eagle, land on a tree branch. I got my phone out(somehow I had it now) and took a picture of it. I was going to try to send it to someone but I didn't want anyone to see I was using my phone in the theater because that is rude. So I guess we were supposed to be reviewing this new movie, although there was no screen in the room, just movie theater chairs ourdoors in a jungle. Then I realized that this "eagle" was actually a Pterodactyl. It took off flying towards me and I freaked out, but it just soared over my head. Then a bigger dinosaur appeared, a land one(not sure which kind). This was no movie.. this was a dino death trap! The dinosaur was stomping around chasing people. Me and Ali snuck off to this little bathroom to get away. She was feeling scared and sick. I was sitting on the edge of a bathtub with my feet in cold water and asked if she wanted to join me since it might help her feel better. She declined. We did not go back out.

-Fragment about up north with TPLSG
-Fragment about trying to catch the bus to high school(really, still having high school dreams 3 and 1/2 years later!?). Paula was the bus driver. I feel like I always have this dream.

Yay, a coherent multi-scene nicely recalled dream:

+ czech orchestra & many conductors; Missouri conservatives; football; old dog & young kid, dog enters neighbor's yard, go get him, talk about kids schooling; high school outdoors hot dog lunch

Czech orchestra:
I'm walking through an atrium-like open indoor space. I hear an orchestra playing. I hear them making some mistakes, they're perhaps a student or an amateur orchestra. As I walk through the crowd of white people standing around (most are women/girls), I notice that a bunch of them are moving their arms like they're conductors to the orchestra, just standing there in the crowd, however. One of them is a small girl. They are speaking a slavic language, but it's not Russian. It turns out they're Czech.

Missouri conservatives:
I'm standing at a table near a (glass) wall/window (dream sign) with a group of men. I know that we're in Missouri. I see their faces, they look normal. One has a sweater on. I think they're pretty conservative. We're standing around for a while. The talk moves to football and the TV show. They're astonished that in some places, there is only one broadcast of a football game, they're used to multiple broadcasts where each team's fans can watch the broadcast focused on "their" team.

Football game:
kickoff, the kickoff comes down and actually goes out the end zone. Wait, it's a field goal, the kickoff actually scored a field goal! Replay, watch it again, yup the refs hands to up signaling a score. Switch to playing football with a group of small black boys in street clothes, we're pushing a football around and I'm encouraging a small boy to take it and run.

Old dog:
I'm holding my old (deceased) dog L in my arms, I'm looking at him and think he doesn't look good: old, sick, he has a large discolored spot on his back. I put him down at his water bowl, I think he's been without water for a long time, I look into the cabinet where he was sleeping and think no water was put there. I think about him trying to drink the water, he's weak but seems to be able to do it. The water is not clean and has bits of food floating in it, I pick up the bowl to empty and refill it in the sink.

Then my son S1 is there as a small boy and makes a funny non-sense rhyme, and I rhyme back to him in nonsense words.

I notice through the dining room glass window (real memory of old home) that dog L has just trotted out the front door. I move to follow him, I notice that there are a lot of piles of leaves around the porch but that a large, regular rectangular area covering most of the porch has had the leaves cleaned off.

I follow dog L and think how much I'd love to walk with him like this one more time, just him and me (semi-lucid thought?)

Dog L enters a gate into a neighbor's yard (false memory), I follow, at the gate I see the woman owner is there, I make a hand gesture movement indicating "can I come in?" I apologize for the dog coming in, I pick him up. There is a teen girl in the yard at a well(?)

Start walking down a flight of steps and am talking with (neighbor man?) about schools, he says "your boys probably go to <such and such> school?" I say "no we had them in school but then homeschooled them, but when they were in school (we made sure they had a flexible schedule?). Then "when you're 16 and 18 you've got it made in the shade."

Walking along a concrete division, the other guy is a high school student. We're walking in the wide-open court of the high school, it's lunch time, in the distance I see a high school boy sitting at a table with a large plate mostly empty but with a few scraps of hot dog/sausage on it.

Approaching the hot dog stand the cook is serving up hot dogs, at first I see what look like chili dogs, as I step up to the table I see there are chili dogs and a giant corn dog, a deep-fried hot dog about 2 feet long, 3x in diameter fof a normal hot dog. The cook starts slicing the hot dog in half along its long axis, I wake up.

In this dream I stopped a tsunami by simply running up to the wall of water and debris, and touching it with my point finger. The tsunami instantly stopped, froze in position, and didn’t move, until it finally it disappeared. The strange thing is, I wasn’t lucid when I did this, so why did I act this way? I’m became lucid shortly thereafter, because I was questioning how this could all be possible. There were also some interesting dream figure comments. Here’s what happened:

I was in a large, heavily treed valley, standing in dry, gravel river washout. Rough cut lumber was piled everywhere, and there were random piles of sand dug from the riverbed, scattered here and there. A couple of men were standing close to me talking, when suddenly, a roaring wall of water, approximately 30 feet high, came rushing down the valley. Trees, debris, and rough cut lumber were mixed in and tumbling. It's a tsunami! It looked similar to what happened in Japan. There was no place to hide! I then decide to stop the tsunami by simply touching it. This is what I would normally do when I'm lucid, but I wasn’t lucid. I quickly ran right at the wall of water and debris, and touched it, before it mowed us down. The tsunami froze in its tracks. I turned to face the two men to see if they were okay. They looked at me with in a casual manner, and one said to the other, “The hammer’s broken.” The other fellow replied, “I told you this would happen.”

The tsunami disappeared and the rough cut lumber was all neatly stacked again. I walked away from the men trying to comprehend what just happened. Then, Utopia, I realized this must be a dream. How else could this be possible! A feeling of excitement and adrenaline rushed through my body. The dream became very vivid, as I hopped and bounced across the washout, and landed on top of a gravel pile. One of the men said, “Hey, what’s he doing now?” They stood back about 50 yards and watched.

I wanted to visit with my daughter, but I’ve had lots of trouble with this recently, because dream figures keep appearing and chase after her, and ruin the dream. I decided to ask for backup first to keep my daughter safe during our dream visit. I asked for a Defender Angel to appear and protect my daughter from the hooligans. I waited patiently, and waited, and then nothing. I asked again for a Defender Angel to appear. This was odd, no Defender Angel? Dream figures usually appear when I ask, so I found this very odd. I then felt like I was being held in position, and I couldn’t move. I struggled, wiggled, and zaggled, but no luck, then I got frustrated and woke up.

A massive airplane sits awaiting takeoff for a trans Atlantic flight. I watch from above as it is hoisted up a few thousand feet onto a tower where it will be launched off of to kickstart its journey. The pilot sits inside, while random people get tours of the plane, and take turns sitting in the co-pilot's cockpit. Then without warning, the tower collapses, and the plane begins falling toward the ground with just the pilot and a random person as co-pilot.

The pilot is really good, and manages to start the engine, and begin to recover before hitting the ground. But as he does so, the other person ejects saying, "sorry, but I'm ejecting now". The pilot yells, "Nooo! don't do it, you don't have to!". The ejection tears loose some essential flight components, and forces the pilot to land immediately. I walk around it, and notice how it is wedged around and on top of a stone public restroom facility. One that is in use too. I take a break and use it as well (very unfriendly people inside, glaring at me), then walk around the building again to look at how stuck the plane is.

I notice a TV monitor where the president is giving a speech about the recent national legalization of marijuana. He says something about everyone getting really high now. Going inside a nearby building, I quote the speech to them, and they laugh. One of my friends tells everyone I'm going crazy and to watch out for what I do next.

A cat walks up to me purring, so I pet it. It walks back and forth, rubbing up against me, continuing to purr as I pet its back and let it sniff my hand. I'm not sure what they are expecting me to do...

I am a floating awareness, following a young buy as he runs from a man and woman. They are chasing him through the exterior stairways on a large ship. As he runs from them, he turns a corner and gets the attention of an officer on the ship who hides him underneath his coat. Quite well hidden actually. His pursuers catch up to the officer, who directs them on their way up the stairs.

I float up to the top, and see through the man's eyes as he looks through thermal imaging goggles at the officer, and sees the boy underneath the coat. They yell out, and begin to run down to get him. The officer quickly puts the boy down and tells him to run.

Now I am in physical form again and there has been a large conflict started between an apparent good force against an apparent evil force. They are using telekinetic weapons, superhuman strength, and guns to kill one another. I don't feel nearly powerful enough to do anything but die in this fight, so I run for my life as I hear some people approaching, and bullets ricochet off a nearby wall.

The ship is now an old Victorian house as I sprint down the hallways and down to the main entrance. Seeing an older woman standing there, I tell her it's not safe - that there are people chasing me and they will probably ask her questions under duress if they find her. I turn to run out the front door, but see many thousands of police officers with guns out front, all standing in a massive array facing the door.

I open the door, and drop my sweater I'm holding onto the ground and immediately put my hands up. They seem uninterested in me, as if they know I'm not a threat to anyone. So I pick up my sweater and walk through their formation to the back, where I look for a spot to sit down and get my bearings. There is not much room with so many police, but I manage to find a small spot up against the fence behind a hill.

As I sit down, my sweater turns into a giant inflatable boat / mattress with 3x 20 ft long air chambers. Other people lean up against it and rummage through my supplies. The closest one to me hold up several boxes of cereal and asks me where my things are. I only have a single box of life cereal and I show it to him.

Behind us is a large hill, and we watch as large Mac trucks drive up and down it, going off jumps, doing flips and 360s. A jeep is with them, and they crash into each other, sending the jeep flying through the air, doing stunts, and landing back on its wheels - neither of the vehicles are damaged at all. I think it's really strange how that can be, and am suddenly driving the jeep!

I am low on gas, so I pull up next to the Mac truck and get out. I have a few spare gas tanks, and think that other guy is probably low on gas too, his bigger truck surely uses more gas than my jeep does. So I begin fueling his truck instead of mine. Then I consider that it might take diesel instead of gas, so I stop. Walking back to my jeep, it is now parked further away, at a gas station pump. Some friends walk with me through the crowd of tall gas station attendants - all dancing and looking very intimidating, but acting harmless. There are 4 of us, so I get into the back of the jeep.

The back of the jeep transforms completely and I am floating above a field. My friend Rob has created a type of emblem for himself out of 4 cubes, and I am told to create my own emblem. It is described to me how the system works, and how by changing the adjacent cubes, others change to match it on the edges. It already makes sense to me, but through their explanations of how to use the system, and what to watch out for, I am confused and end up making a lame little unicorn pony.

Everyone watching me do this starts laughing. No one is even sure how I made a unicorn pony, but that aside, it's the lamest thing they've ever heard of. A little frustrated, I poke at it, making random finger gestures, and manage to add armor to it, and laser cannons, rocket launchers, and a disposable tail like a lizard. I continue to poke at it, and the armor gets upgraded each time until it is quite a badass unicorn pony. A pony even Satan himself would think twice before messing with him. That silenced the critics!

The pony stands there, covered in thick spiky armor - charred black, and with no gaps between it. Most parts of the armor are actually on fire, and give the pony a frightening aura of flames and smoke. Protruding from each of the shoulders are some sort of laser cannon that looks like its from 3000 years in the future. The unicorn horn has been modified into a serrated spike of death, coated in metal and adorned with extra spikes. On its back is some sort of rocket launcher or mortar with a laser guidance system.

I dream that I'm working in this warehouse type setting. I have to watch my step as there is a wide open space in the middle of the floor that leads to a large body of water. Things keep falling from the ceiling and I have to keep dodging. I lose several personal possessions to the water one of them being a small green plastic crate box. I can't remember the other item.
The dream sort of transforms here to a more personal work setting and I'm with some previous co-workers. I had never been excepted by this group of people because I was unable to small talk of sports. I voice my opinion to one of them that had it in for me. Then I'm on my way home and I'm practically crippled for some reason. I'm wearing vagabond clothing and feeling lower than low. I wake feeling anxious. Grateful to know just where the feelings have come from. I meditate.

Morning of December 19, 2014. Friday.



Firstly, I am in some sort of group of mostly unknown males (not relevant to real life). There are two rows of perhaps seven or eight facing each other. It seems to be on King Street, though the front (northeast) apartment is much bigger. I seem to become angry and punch most of them extremely hard. This seems to at least partly be because each and every one of them is being condescending to each and every other, sounding more and more ridiculous, like a perpetual comic strip but with no comedic elements.

After seemingly several minutes of this, I become slightly lucid (becoming more lucid over time). I have an awareness of an affirmation set and decide that instead of eliminating these people, I will heal them (including “fixing” their brain by bringing it into its most natural resonance somehow). I vaguely sense a “correct” oscillation and harmonic resonance inside their heads when I put my hand on the top of their heads and eventually place my hands on all of their heads. The effect is similar to feeling the vibrations when placing your hand on the body of an acoustic guitar when a chord is played.

I heal their wounds and cuts as well. However, because I reach an apparent overly energetic stage which is supposedly “too powerful” to use directly (with my palms, for example - where the energy seems to emanate from), I need only lightly touch them with the back of my hand to restore them to their healthiest state - otherwise my power may cause them to “disintegrate”. I do not recall this event being like this in past dreams, as I formerly used my fingers and palms.

From here, I walk out with a few (unknown) people. The porch roof is extended out more over the front yard than in reality (almost like a large lower awning) which seems frustrating relative to being able to fly out and up as soon as I want. As lucidity is dawning on me a bit stronger, I decide to fly out into the world. As I fly swiftly and efficiently, even deliberately over a longer sequence of telephone lines and power lines (which seem somewhat out of place and randomly going at an angle from the buildings and sidewalks), I notice how incredibly clear and visually defined my dream’s environment is. It is so well-rendered, I am amazed to a nearly breath-taking pleasure on the imagery alone; even more so, because it does not seem reminiscent of a real location. It seems to be near an industrial area of whatever town it is now meant to be. I notice a few buildings, a forest in the distance, and a few parked vehicles here and there, including a semi near a warehouse.



I feel fantastic as I look down and about over the scenery. At one point, I see a pile with old books and magazines, but mostly atop a taller pile of just debris, at the end of an alley, which appears to be a public dumping area. The pile is almost as high as the two-storey possibly abandoned commercial buildings on each side. I land near the top of the pile and pick up what seems to be an old “Alvin and the Chipmunks” comic book (it may be an association with an old instrumental my father wrote and performed as well as the name of where we lived at one time in Chipmunk Coulee). There are three bats on the cover (which may be related to a short-term comic strip I did as a boy about three “rock star” bats in the early 70s based on an earlier recurring dream). I tell myself that because I know I am dreaming, I may be able to actually read the entire book. However, I mostly only seem to focus on one odd phrase, which is “Poly Calep” and seeing that distracts me from my plan to read the whole comic. Perhaps this is a name of one of the characters.

From here, I am still aware of the people that had been at the meeting walking around not that far from where I am. However, I decide to enjoy more flying. I am able to again maneuver just slightly above power lines for a fair distance (which used to be problematic in dreams in my youth) without getting tangled. Oddly though, the power lines go up at an angle the farther I fly, but I still directly remain parallel to them the entire distance.

From here, I find myself back at North Monroe Street, which is usually rare to dream of. I have not been there since early 1968. I notice a few people standing around near the outer hall to the west, where my older brother Earl lived at one time. I go with my wife (who had apparently been standing in the hall) into the apartment, which seems larger and much longer to the east. Of course, I plan on having a nice romantic interlude to see what can physically occur. At this point, my dream is almost entirely under my conscious influence in every way other than the “extra people” that annoy me somewhat (which is typical of this type of lucid dream until apex lucidity is reached). We walk past three bedrooms where I can see a person’s feet sticking out from under a sheet on each bed. As we continue to walk, a male relative (Kevin M) ends up following us as well. Just as my wife and I are able to get into a bathtub (which is perpendicular to the direction we are walking), which is already full of nice cool water, he is still behind us. However, as my wife and I begin to sit down in the water (already suddenly unclothed by mental will alone), I slam the mostly opaque bathtub’s sliding door (much like the setup from King Street) so that we are then isolated from all public perspectives. (I suppose that he could have technically still opened the sliding door, but this does not really occur to me at any level of thought so does not happen.)

I am on my back and my wife sits on me in the cool water. The pleasure is quite augmented; a very clear sense of wetness and warmth (against the refreshing coolness of the water) and enhanced physical pleasure as well as spiritual unity and oneness. The only unusual distortion is that Zsuzsanna has tiny curly black hairs that create a narrower curved line going up and around her hips and back up towards her abdomen, somewhat like a doubled mirror-imaged harp design.

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Progress update nights of 12/17-18

Daytime:
keeping up with the state testing and intention setting. I have been doing more tests involving digital clocks and text. Text is never a big component in my dreams, but I think the more I use the test, the more text will appear in dreamland. Getting in 10-15 tests for each of these two days.

Nightime:
Wednesday night was a bust. I had a later than normal bedtime which gave me only 5 hours total sleep. I woke in the middle of it with no recall. I woke in the morning for the final time and struggled, but came up with nothing. This was a bit frustrating honestly.

Thursday went better. I had some difficulty falling asleep so I probably only got 6 hours total sleep. I woke in the middle of the night for recall but had nothing. I got frustrated by this, but looking back it was needless as typically I don't have any recall in the middle of the night. I think this was just "sleep confusion" playing dirty tricks on my rational mind. It was difficult to fall back asleep, but I managed to and had a weird short lucid which kind of straddled the line between WILD and DILD.

I am aware, but there is just blackness. I "look" down and see my hands, they are pale and translucent, and my arms vanish just before the elbows. I instantly know that I am now dreaming. I clap my hands together and vigirously rub them, feeling the "friction." I do this for a few seconds, then pat down my dream body, waiting for visual elements to develop. I start to move around, feeling the motion of my dream body, but still without visual elements developing. Lucidity fades and a detailed dream develops (I think).

I think the dream I recalled (it was long and recall was very good with many clear details and dialogue). arose immediately after this brief lucidity as I was only asleep for about an hour. I am not counting as as an LD, but still is is encouraging!

I will probably update somewhat sporadically over the next two weeks as I will be off work and finding time to sit down at a computer will be more of a challenge. Don't think I've thrown in the towel though as I will be practicing carefully each night with WBTB and MILD as I will have the ability to sleep in and rack up 7-9 hours of sleep a night. Many LDs await!!

In the city

I recall jogging in a big city. It was early morning, and it was still dark. There wre lots of DC's. Whenever I get close to one of them I shouted I'm going to hav a lucid dream tonight!

Run for fun

It was early evening. I got out of home, and started to run. I was running through my backyard, to the city and ending in the forest valley. Everything had that bright, warm feeling caused by glow of the sundown. In the valley, I met my old pals. They seemed to don't care about my presence here.

[I]I had smoked some Mugwort through my double honeycomb perc ice piece to make my dreams more lucid.[/I] Next thing I remember after lying in bed, is doing pushups. What? Where am I? In dreams? 49... 50! I look at my hands, looks solid. I look down at my chaos star tattoo on my hand, and laugh about how me and Nomad said it's our gang tattoo. It's glowing. I'm dreaming. I am in a Japanese house near Mount Fuji. I am a ninja, and I work for the ronin, Nomad.
I want to change the scenario. I sit down, and focus on The Black Pyramid. I am suddenly there, in a desert somewhere in Antarctica? But, then, there's jungle, and a great black pyramid with a golden 23 on it. I teleport inside, and my comrades are there, all ov us in our magickal assassin robes, armed with magickal staffs and daggers. We are priests, the Serpents of the Black Pyramid. We are in a great temple chamber, and they prepare a magickal transport vessel of pure gold for me to astral project out of. We do a slow long ritual chanting to the gods of darkness and death. We walk around the transport vessel to swirl our energy. I take a drink from a bowl which is passed to me of some hallucinogen. It tastes like dirt. I climb into the transport vessel, and close my eyes. They close the lid, and I open my eyes. Pure darkness, but air is flowing in and out. The begin to fill it with very salty water, and I begin to float up. I float through the Pyramid, and to the Land of Chaos, to the Temple of Chaos. Everything is green and beautiful. I climb strange winding white steps to a Greek style Temple of Eris. Eris is sitting at front smiling at me knowingly. I wake up.

1. I was inside of my house and almost all of the guys that I was friends with from school were there. At first, I was upstairs in my room getting dressed. I looked for an outfit in my closet and put it on. For some reason, I remember getting naked while I was here and banging a hot chick, but I don't remember more than that. After I finished banging the chick I walked up to my dresser and looked for my phone. I found it, but it looked alot different. My phone was no black and had completely new software. Then I "remembered" that I had gotten a new phone so it all made sense. I actually became semi-lucid for a short time because of that too.
Finally I decided to go downstairs and chill with everyone. As I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen I could hear alot of the guys playing football outside. Some guys were playing football, others were chilling in my backyard, and the rest were all kicking back in my house. I walked out my backdoor and out of my gate and saw all the guys playing football. What caught me by surprise was that my friend Tyler was playing quarterback, and I'd never seen him play that position before. He looked really sweaty and was wearing a green shirt I think.
I then turned around, went through my gate, and walked into my backyard. The first thing I noticed was that there was a chef in a white chefs jacket cooking some meat up on a grill. I went up to his grill and there were already a few guys eyeballing the meat he was cooking. The meat looked like turkey. As I watched I could smell the meat cooking, it smelled like it was ready. Suddenly the chef flipped all of the meat over on the grill. As he did so grease started flying at me and all of the other guys who were watching. The flying grease was extremely hot and it burnt me pretty bad.
I finally backed up and realized how close I was standing to the chef. Suddenly my mom and dad show up, but they don't really care about whats going on.

There was alot more to this dream, but all I remember right now is images that I can't really form into words as alot of the mental images are just flashes of the dream in one point.