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I met with a guy I hated from school. I've got him on the ground and started punching him, mom was there telling me to stop but I couldnt, I punched him 10 times with my right fist , then 10 times with the left one. Both got bloody. He was a bloody pulp by the time I finished. It felt good. For some reason punching 10 times with both hands beared some importance...

The slapping part is in red.

Riding my bicycle to work at night, I get too close to a police trap and trigger a bunch of flashing lights and end up with a police SUV tailing me on my bicycle. I make sure I do everything according to the rules of bike traffic, and glance at my cell phone to check the time as I wait for the crosswalk signal to flash "Walk". All this hassle works, and the police leave me alone. Phew.

Walking into work, it's my first day on the job, but I know where my cube is. Only it's down a long hallway, with lots of wooden desks and chairs in the way. Climbing over them, crawling under others, I greet a few new co-workers as I make my way past. One of them tells me about Bob who always mistakes people for other things as they climb over the desks.

Finally arriving at my desk in a little cubicle, I try to clock in on the computer really quickly, I'm already 18 minutes past 3. Even though I don't yet have a work schedule, I feel like I should have been there earlier. I enter my login ID, and type the password too quickly, making a mistake. As I attempt to correct it, the manager's secretary approaches me and places her hand on my keyboard telling me, "We're firing you".
"It's my first day, why are you firing me?"
"You'll have to ask the owner." She says matter of factly before she takes a step back from my desk. I just quit a stable job because my friend works here and really enjoys it. I start to think I quit too soon, and think about how to get reinstated at my old job.

She then motions for me to follow her as she is escorting me off the premises. "I would like to speak with the owner" I tell her as we near the main office area. She opens the door to a large office with "Harry" written on the door. Harry looks really pissed off: red faced, sort of sweating, jittery with rage. "Why are you firing me?" I ask sincerely looking for any reason.
"Because you were screwing around on your phone!"
"But I didn't even use my phone!"
"Well, I tried to call you before you got to work and you didn't answer"
I think back to my trip to work, and remember when I checked the time, I had no missed calls. And also, when I got to my desk, there were still no missed calls. Humoring his reason, even though it is a lie, I tell him that, "Sometimes the traffic is loud when I'm riding my bike next to the road. How can I get fired for that?"

He walks right up to me and slaps me hard across my face. I am a bit surprised, and look back at him with wide eyes. He slaps me again! "How is this making me want to keep my job?" I ask him, only to get another slap. I just take it like a champion boxer because I would like to keep this job, and the odds of doing so would be really low if I retaliated. I stare at him, waiting for an answer, only to get punched square in the nose, then again in the forehead. Tired of being a human punching bag after taking another punch to the jaw, I tell him, "Fine, I'm leaving" and walk out of his office.

While attaching my bike bags, and pant straps to get ready to bike home, I overhear the secretary tell the owner that they can't just fire me like that. I would first have to temporarily suspended, then allowed a second chance. Encouraged, I turn back to the front desk and see both the secretary and Harry behind safety glass like at a ticket booth. Harry is ignoring me, and the secretary asks me, "What do you want?"
"I'd like to speak with Harry" I tell her. She gestures for me to walk over to his side of the desk. 'This is the first time in my life I've appreciated safety glass' I think as I walk up to Harry.

Contemplating how to get him to work with me rather than against me I tell him, "So that we're on the same page here, I'm just suspended temporarily right? Not fired?" He nods in agreement, then tells me I still have a job. I realize he must be afraid I'll sue him and the company for firing me, or at least for the beating he just gave me. I don't plan on it, I just want to have a job so I can buy food.

Feeling like I've now got an Ace up my sleeve, and immunity from being fired, I ride my bike back home.

Arriving home, my house is in a large parking lot, with a highway overpass going above it, just next to the front door. Someone in the parking lot asks me how I am able to get any sleep, and what it's like living so close to the road. "I don't hear it at all when I'm inside" I tell them as I sort through my key chain looking for my house key to go inside.

Level of Lucidity: 0
Level of Clarity: 7
Level of Realism: 7
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

I was sitting in my car driving down the freeway. There's not much traffic and I decide to let the horses run free. I get up to about 140 MPH and all of a sudden a cop pulls on the freeway and turns dead left to drive across the lanes and cut me off. I had to turn right to narrowly miss hitting him, and it ended up freeing my tires and causing my car to spin. There was a small grassy bank on the right side of the road, and I managed to steer up the bank instead of back onto the freeway and into the wall. I was now going forward sideways, and the back end of my car barely clipped a rock on the bank, causing it to lift. My car began to rotate and flip wildly one after another spinning like crazy end to end! As I was spinning I was carefully watching the direction I was going when my windshield was facing that way and I precisely maneuvered my car in between a large tree and the giant pole used to tell the street exits coming up. My car was spinning and looked just like an Infernus spinning out in Grand Theft Auto San Andreas. It finally stopped and then the engine shut off. I tried to crank it but it wouldn't start. "Damnit.. I need a mechanic.."

I hopped out of my car and started walking up the bank, there was a large group of people on the top of the bank just hanging out, and most of them seemed to be douche-y guys I know from real life. A couple of them were wearing mechanic like work clothes. I asked one of them to help me, and he said "Sure, but don't worry about that right now, come inside and hang out!" He pointed to a small pub like place that was located behind him, adjacent to the freeway. I went inside and sat at a table with a couple of girls that I knew from the real life and a guy who's a friend of mine. I was talking to them telling them what happened, and then I realized I don't know one of the girls, but I'm just friends with her on FaceBook.

When I say this girl is beautiful.. I mean this girl is Drop-What-You're-Doing-Get-Over-Here-And-Tell-Her-She's-Beautiful kind of beautiful. Just before I went to bed I was thinking "If I ever meet her the only thing I'd be able to say is --You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met--" When I met her in the dream she said "Hi. I'm Leah." and all I managed to say was "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met Leah."

We talked for a bit and then she said she had to go, and some of the other people who were there had to go too because they were all car pooling. All of a sudden one of the waiters at the restaurant started talking like a old pervert to her. Shouting stuff in the restaurant like "I'd like to take you for a trip down memory lane little girl" and all sorts of weird pervy shit. The first time he said something I couldn't believe it. The second time he said something I stood up and told the guy "You can shut your dirty ole' pervert mouth or I won't have a problem shutting it for you." He laughed a bit and at the same time I got up another boy did too who seemed interested in Leah. Him and I looked at eachother. Competition. We put our competition for the girl aside and decided to unite over the common enemy. The old pervert said "I'd like to see you boys try... while I'm feeling up Little Miss Cutie over there."

That was all we needed, we started walking towards the guy and the other guy who was with me looked hesitant. I kept walking straight for the guy and rolled up my sleeves so as to not get blood on them. The guy looked confident that I wasn't going to punch him, but I walked right up to him and punched him right in the nose. He quickly rebutted and tried to hit me, but he was extremely slow, and I dodged it easily. The other boy now engaged to, by giving him a quick jab to the side. We fought for a bit and I pulled off some amazing fighting moves, jumping up and kicking him in the face, spinning backwards and doing backflips to avoid punches etc.

After punching and flip-kicking the guy a few times I looked out of the door behind us to see what other people were doing, thinking maybe he's had enough. I realized Leah and nobody else was even paying attention, or seemed to care. When I looked back the Pervert and the other guy were under the bed fighting. Odd. The guy said "Ok.. Sorry..." I nodded a bit and offered him a hand up, thinking I was going to bring him over to Leah and make him apologize to her. As I grabbed his hand he slipped his other hand around my ankle and tried to trip me. I quickly kicked his face and walked out. The other boy left already and was back in front hitting on Leah.

I walked out and walked right up to her and said "Hey... Let's get to know eachother better." She smiled and told me to text her, but then she couldn't remember her phone number, so she asked me for mine and she texted me so I had hers.

After that just about everyone left and I sat back down and started to tell this story to one of the patrons at the restaurant.

mon February 13th 2012
0:00-5:00 ; 5:00-9:00

All in all, a rather special night to look back to.

1. I've been playing on the computer the whole night up until 7 am. My mom walks into my room and tells my dad I haven't gone to bed all night. I mention something about needing rubber bullets from my mathbook to play the game. My dad gets really upset, comes into my room and starts hitting me with the mathbook while I'm in bed. At the last hit I scream (irl) "AAIEE" and wake up.

This was a vague one
2. Me, my dad, mom and brother exit the subway. We cross the street, my brother is looking straight at his phone not noticing the car driving by him. There was no real threat to get hit, but we all freak out at him anyways. We blame the phone and take it away from him.

3. I'm making out with some girl on her bed when her pillow suddenly catches fire. It's glowing like charcoal with an occasional flare of fire. We try to smuther it and continue to make out. The fire pops up again and we rince-repeat. Then we try to dig down to the root of the problem. Seems like there is a half-opened computer case short circuiting under her bed. It's burning. We smuther that fire too. I mention "it would be easier just to cut the wiring to prevent the short circuit", she says "that might have been dangerous".

I've been a little lazy this past couple of days and have not been writing here. My recall is still slightly improving. God, I just wish my dry spell would end. I still need to try harder. Last night though I got decent recall, so here's the dream.

Chillin' In Korea
Date: January 28th, 2012
Lucid: No

I was just walking around in some bustling little asian town, that I just again "knew" was Korea. North or South, I didn't even wonder about that. I was walking around, watching the people going past me, looking at the buildings, just chilling out and feeling good. In fact, I felt like I could move to live in there.

All the sudden this orange truck stops beside me. Somehow I knew that it was Chinese. There were some soldiers and they asked me to get on board. I decided that why not, even if I felt a bit threatened and wondered if I have something to worry about.

In the truck's... what's the word? Let's just say "space in the back", anyway in there was some guy they were holding as prisoner. He was beaten and tortured. I noticed that once of my old army buddies was one of the three soldiers doing the dirty deed and one of them were my sister's boyfriend. Neither of them are really asian and they were just themselves in the dream as well, but for some reason Chinese soldiers as well.

So anyway I was angry about this man being tortured, but they just said that it wasn't against the law and it is what it is. Crazy shit law. I got really angry and in my mind I just rationalized "Well, if beating up a guy into a near death isn't illegal, then killing you isn't illegal either." Somehow I got an assault rifle on my hands and killed all of the soldiers.

At that point the truck was stopped in the middle of the woods, so I was in a perfect spot to get away with my murders. I grabbed the tortured guy on my shoulder and started running away. Most of the time it felt like the other guy weighted nothing, and finally the dream transitioned so that the guy was running along with me.

The environment had also transitioned. It looked like standard Finnish countryside. Some woods, some fields, house and barn here and there. We went across someone's yard and while the other guy got through unnoticed, some old woman spotted me. I tried to squirm my way out of it, but she wouldn't have it. I don't know what she could have done though, so why I just didn't leave? Anyway, the other guy saved me by saying something smooth and in the end we were welcomed inside their house.

We didn't stay for long, as we still had to continue fleeing from the authorities, who will surely eventually find the bodies and start tracking us down.

When that happens though, I'll be already awake.

I wish I had better internet at home so I could post here every day. I hate having big gaps between my DJ posts, because then I'm scrambling to put in a whole bunch of stuff instead of being able to write out one or two detailed dreams at a time. Oh well.

~Biology class was being taught underwater. At one point I asked the teacher how we were all able to breathe, and she informed me that it was called "sidestepping," then proceeded to lecture the class on it.

~I was in a huge attic space, mostly empty except for a few pieces of furniture covered with white sheets. I lifted one of the sheets and was looking at the dusty table under it when a zombie suddenly burst into the room. It looked like a blond-haired boy around 16 or 17 years old, only with his skin falling off and everything. He chased me around and I ran out of the room, which led to a parking lot. There were a few other zombies and my friend Caceti. She must have been some kind of ninja assassin, because she was beating the crap out of all the zombies at a bazillion miles an hour. I went back into the attic because I thought she'd kill the one that had been after me. He came back a minute or two later, however, and I just got irritated and told him to go ahead and eat me. He said, "Really?", and I said "Yeah, whatever." Then, of all places to start, he bit my knee. It kind of tickled.

~I was in a car with two friends. We were driving through town, but then it changed to some place with metal sculptures everywhere. Even the road was made of thousands of overlapping metal leaves. The overall look of the place was very beautiful, but also a bit creepy. We went through a tunnel and came out in a normal city. A semi pulled out in front of us and the car slammed into it. All of us shouted, "WHAT THE ULEY!?" at the same time. We weren't hurt, just annoyed that now the car was stuck halfway under a semi. After a few seconds the driver got out, looked at us, and started eating a sandwich.

~My friend Austin caught some type of endangered butterfly.

~Another one of those dreams that had an elaborate storyline I can't remember, and that would make no sense if I could. It involved a murderer, the number 1, the entrance to a sewer that happened to be in the wall of my grandma's basement, and probably many more random things.

~Buying a little glass flower to give to someone.