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Nothing recalled.

This dream was long and fantastical and full of insane battles and places, but I am just going to write out the end. I was on a ski hill with Sasha, and we went down the run once. She started humble bragging about how good she was at skiing and how she did all these hipster things. When we went to get on the ski lift, she asked the guy for a boost or something so he let her on the chair way after it had swung around, it made not sense. I had to sprint after it and climb on the thing as it was going up in the air, 007 style. On the way up, I realized all of my buddies were in the chairs ahead and behind us. At the top, we started chilling and getting our shit ready to bomb the hill, when my brother and all his buddies got off too. They were happy to see us and started yelling about some party that was going on up here in a chalet. Apparantly it was the biggest party of the year.

As we arrived, I took stock of my group vs my bros. His crew was the regular boys, Big Bart and the like. I had with me Australian Dan, Arshia, Mert, and Chumbus, the mentally retarded rapper. The guy was extremely down syndrome, but he was a pretty nice guy and we brought him to the party. In the middle of it, he said he got a job working with Mert on films. Crazy. I remember looking at the snap I made of the party, and then checking Big Barts shit, he had a crazy timelapse night club video that had hundreds of likes on instagram already.

Then came a moment when suddenly the rooms were empty. Everyone was gone, and it was just me, Aussie Dan, and Chumbus. The girl at the bar gave me a wicked look. I asked her what happened.

"Everybody moved to a different party. I think it's at Roger Federer's house."

"Oh shit, I had no idea. Where is it?"

"Sorry, it's only 700 people, place is totally full."

"Man, how did I miss it? My friends must have been too drunk and forgotten to tell me."

"Maybe it isn't your friends. Maybe it's you. You aren't invited. Look around you kid."

And that's when it sunk in. It was me, a failed Aussie, a retarded guy, and 3 people who passed out in their own vomit. We were the lowest of the low, to the point were they moved parties just to drop us 3.
That hurt man. In reality, I usually am the guy throwing the parties, but I guess this is how my life could go if I lose all ambition. The last thing I did in the dream was tell Chumbus that he has a to work 10 hours a day 7 days a week if he wants to achieve anything at all in this world, and especially in this industry.

I'm gonna go work extra hard today.

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+ I'm in some industrial place and approach a deep shaft in the middle of the room, intending to pee in it. As I approach an alarm begins to sound and curtains begin coming down and closing off areas. I run for an exit but the security (blast?) doors are already closing and I figure I can't make it out that way, turn and head another way.

+(f) odd, slightly sexual scene where girls start reproducing, starts with one girl who then splits into another girl, there are artificial conceptual female organs on the ground like little pink multi-level volcanoes with things pumping into them and out pop more girls from these things?

+ performing in a play [emerging DREAM SIGN] on stage my fellow actor addresses me in his lines by my true waking name and this jolts me, "he isn't supposed to call me that, is he?", I try to remember his real name but can't and just call him "Tom," and say a few lines. I feel like the play has sort of broken, and I'm looking out at the audience and there is a really small smattering of applause, it's pretty lame/embarrassing.

+ doing some wood work in a workshop area. There was placed a long wooden attachment to a sort of open low cabinet and I'm sawing off extra wood sticking out. I see that the wood pattern does not match and I think I'll have to stain it later. I notice in one part (towards the end, on the right as facing this chest of drawers) that a wooden chair has been stored inside.

+ helicopter crash: the pilot (Tom Cruise?) is fiddling with the controls, alternating between putting us into a dive, pulling out, and so forth, until we crash, then I'm hiding with my fellow passenger and I see the crash site on a raised hill far away ("we tumbled all that way?" I ponder). We're hiding from the bad guys who are approaching. I see through the brush one bad guy approach my friend's location, my friend jumps up and stabs the attacker quickly in the throat with a long knife and the stabbed guy starts stumbling around and dying. I think how fragile life is, just one thrust of a knife is enough to end it. The dying guy is staggering around and at one point I see him with something like a long white-board marker stabbed through the skin on top of his right shoulder.

+ in a house with a small black boy [DREAM SIGN] who I tell to go into the basement stairway and lock him in there I'm yelling to my friend that we need to get out of here now. The boy is pounding loudly on the door and I tell him to stop that or I'll have to lock the extra latch (which I see up close).

I'm so excited! This weekend I'm attending a workshop in Tibetan Dream Yoga! So cool that this is happening right now when I'm getting serious of Lucid dreaming. Sooooo looking forward to this!!

I recall being back in my high school in New Zealand, I changed my underwear in the hallway.

I then remembered talking to someone about a Star Wars AU where the Jedis are the bad guys.