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My dreams starts out with me standing on a rocky cliff overlooking the ocean. It's nighttime and the moon is out, reflecting it's light on the water. My dog Milo is with me. As I look out over the water, I see the bright lights of what looks like a large ferry approaching in the distance. It's moving fast and heading right for us. Seeing that there are no docks or peirs nearby for it to pull up to, I realize that it's going to crash. I turn and start running, yelling at other people around me, "Run! It's going to crash. Run as fast as you can and don't look back!" I keep running, wanting to look back but I don't because I want to get as far away as I can. The ferry was close, so as I'm running, I'm expecting any second for it to come crashing up on shore behind me.
I finally reach a house and run inside and start running up the stairs, trying to get as high as I can. But at the top of the stairs is a grate. I climb up through it and find myself in a town square of sorts. It's still nighttime and there is some kind of parade or procession going on. It looks like some kind of royalty riding by in horse drawn carriages and waving to the crowds of people standing around. At this point I woke up.

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My family and I are driving on the highway. I'm behind the wheel, and the car is pack with out things and I have a push broom to the left of me. Nothing too unusual is happening, until I attempt to pull of. I decide now would be a good time to pass the push broom to my brother to get it out of my way. As he grabs it, the broom hits the steering wheel and jolts us off the curve. The car flips sideways but everyone is fine. We get out to assess the damage to find that the kayaks have fallen off and into the lake in the center of the curve. We look at each other and decide this to be the first stop on our family vacation.

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11.11.2011

Enter: The Messenger (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's someone outside, roving the grounds of the ancient place of worship. Meeting them in a field, patchy grass, yellow and green, I demand to know them.

“Oh, just a god,” he says, nonchalantly.

Oh, how rich, I think as I laugh a long maniacal laugh, the likes of which chills even my bones.

“A god, you say?” I can't help smirking.

“Yes, god of messages. Zeus' personal messenger, as it would so happen to be.”

“Ha. Right,” I say, lifting off the ground, preparing for what I believe will be an easy fight. “You won't mind proving it to me, then.”

He smiles as he draws a blade of energy from his side. I match his with my own, switching to my Energy Sword with a press of a button.

SKWISH!

We clash.

SKWISH!

And again.

No one is gaining ground, so I toss my blade aside and draw out a Katana from it's place at my side. His sword transforms into a rapier, much to his surprise. And much to my surprise, he's more than adept with it, skewering my stomach in due haste, my Katana unable to even scratch him.

FWI---

I try to start up a volley of teleportation assisted attacks, but. . . I can't. All I see after each attempt, instead of a vulnerable back, is his smiling figure, all too ready for me.

Screw it. I toss my sword aside.

“Bankai!”

My energy surfaces and bursts from my body in a blue flaming jet. He's still smiling. The bastard.

Even as I twist and contort his body, tearing into his throat, he grins, unaffected.

And in a moment, I'm distracted. There's some monsters nearby that need taking care of. . .
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You shouldn't do that. I hear him in my head.

Screw you.

With a wave of my hand I release all the lock, the controls, sending this bus of a plane down a long and bumpy road, crashing it, stranding the passengers.

That's it. I'm done with this. I'm going to kill him.

Making my way to the main compartment, I'm bombarded with insults and complaints from the passengers. I ignore them the best I can, searching for that damned messenger, who was here moments before.

The insults continue, so I shut up everyone in the room with a wave, zip, and press of my fingers, binding their mouths shut with a few well placed Ats. Except for one girl who somehow remains free from my control.

I'm gonna get it, she tells me. I'm gonna be in for a world of trouble when that messenger from Hades gets back, she insists.

“What? What do you mean, Hades?”

But she won't answer my inquiry as she continues to shout at me.

“SHUT UP!”

She won't.

My alarm wakes me.

Well...I missed one of my more recently occurring dream signs tonight, the sky.

I'm outside, and it's day time. I look up and I see this jet flying by our house. It looks like one of those leer jets except it has two solar panels attached on each side. The jet keeps making passes while opening and closing the panels. Someone was frightened of it because of how it was moving, but I was simply amazed.

Suddenly it became dark, and skyscrapers sprouted from the ground, changing the entire horizon. The scene went from being dull to a retro futuristic setting. Like something you'd see in a old Godzilla movie. Buildings from all types of eras of what the "future" was supposed to look like. I started taking pictures of it all (don't even know where I got the camera from) and suddenly there was a crash. There was an ambulance crew right on the scene, and from what I got out of it, I was in the middle of some movie.

H showed up, and I was telling her that we'd be able to play the part better, since we did crap like that for a living. Later on I found myself waiting on some kind of review, and on it, it said I did all these things that were completely out of character.

I had a dream that me, my mum & brother went to a place called either Baurmind or Bourneville, it was quite the eastern European country with small temple things you'd see in say Russia, but more modern yet still quite poor. On the way there the plane runway was the sand on the beach, people were playing there and jogging however they were used to planes coming + going. When we were on the runways the plane wouldn't slow down + couldn't stop. The plane that started spinning out of control with the electrics flashing on and off, me and my brother were panicking.
The plane then started to crash into buildings with its wings + tail but aparently it was good in order to stop the plane. We then ended up in a green forest and people got out the plane and were assigned to their hotels. My brother wasn't in the same hotel as mum and I so I told the people he went with to look after him.
I was then left thinking 'What are we going to do in Bourneville?'

27.09.2011

Accidents in the freeway (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was driving in the freeway. Most of the times, I had first person view, but at some points, I had aerial view. I saw a lot of accidents in the freeway and cars crashing. Suddenly, a guy hit me, but my car was a red motorized skateboard. He smashed it a bit. The guy got out of the car and walk towards me, trying to fight. I adviced him he better paid for the damages. The guy ignored me so I wrote down his plates.

I drove to my apartment. It was decorated with Buddhist decor. I had a big table with some brass bowls. I grabbed one bowl and played it. The singing bowl made an amazing music.

Fifth DJ entry! However, I still havent had a lucid experience yet. I'm not sure what it could be, I've been trying so hard lately to do a DILD however I can't get my mind to recognise I'm in a dream. MILD next, we'll see how that goes.

Anyway, my insomnia has been gone for the past month because of routine and consistency with my sleep schedule. Its totally awesome just being able to sleep normally again and fall asleep within a half-hour.

Also I'm thinking of drawing some sketches on paper and uploading them here so you guys can sort of have a visual element when you read this journal. Just trying to make it a bit more interesting.

That's it for news today!

-Cheers!

September 16 - 17, 2011 - Train Crash.

Vividness: 8.5/10
Lucid: No
# of Dreams Recalled: 1

Guide:

[-] Lucid
[-] Non - Lucid
[-] DC talk
[-] Notes

Had a weird dream last night but I loved it because it was like an action packed movie. Anyway, not much which I wrote down because I couldn't force myself to do a full DJ entry at 4:00am.

Dream 1
I remember being in Portugal riding on a newly built transit infrastructure project which they had just implemented. I was on this single track line of what seemed to be an above ground subway train. This train would take you all over the city that you were in.

I boarded the train with my family and it was going pretty smoothly for a while until the driver jumped out the window while the train was still going at really high speeds.

I remember hearing all this screaming as the train needed to go through this tight corner. Finally, someone opened the door and and he said, "Quick! Jump off!" And we jumped off as fast as we could while we pushing to get off the train and we had just made it. The train then derailed itself and crashed into a glass pane before catching on fire.

...And that was really all I remember because I didn't write much down.

The start of this dream is kind of a blur, but I remember being in school, and getting into trouble about something. The next thing I remember (although, I know things happened between them, but I just can't remember -__-) I'm walking down a pathway with my mother and sister. My mother is looking for a house where she needed to go because of that thing I got into trouble for at school (can't remember what it was :/). After a bit of walking, we saw the house around 200 m in front of us. (This was at night by the way).
We saw groups of people wearing dark clothes enter the house, and it seeemed like there was a party happening inside. I immediately felt a chill, like something was wrong with the house. My sister seemed to feel it too, but my mum kept on approaching the house. Me and my sister screamed for her to not go, and tried to keep her back, but she forced her way past us and ran to the house. We followed. My sister and I rushed to my mum, who was standing in front of a gate to the left of the main entrance. (This was within the actual front yard of the house). When I approached the door to see what was behind the gate, hands suddenly rushed from within the gate (i didnt see any other body part) and one of them grabbed me. I didn't know what was happening with my mum and sister, but the person holding my hand (i only saw his/her hand) said, as I tried to run away, "One by One, we'll get to you" or something like that in an evil tone.
The dream then fast forwards to me sitting in my parent's bedroom, with my mother and sister standing in front of me in dark robes, and shiny jewellery around their necks. I realised that my mother was wearing a necklace around her neck with the christian cross on it (we are not christian), and i felt an evil vibe from them. My sister was wearing somewhat revealing dark gothic clothes and also had shiny jewellery around her necks. I don't remember if she had a cross around her neck, though.

The dream (still continuing) then fast forwards to me, my younger sister (the same one from earlier in the dream - shes older than me but the younger of my two sisters), my mother and my eldest sister's fionce in an old car. My sisters fionce was driving the car. It was rainy and dark (at night). We drove (i didnt know to where) on and on, until my sisters fionce suddenly swerved to the right for an unknown reason, and drove off a cliff into a rocky floor below. We all got up safely and scared, and saw some builders working on building some stone pillars of some sort. Something I don't remember well happened, and then one of the builders said (referring to my sisters fionce) "Haha at least he won't be heere for long". The dream (still going on and continuing) then fast forwards to me sitting on a table and chair in front of the creepy house. This time its daylight, and I'm not afraid. I'm sitting at a table with a friend of mine. He smiles, and I wake up.

So another ski trip dream. Dunno why I'm having these. Anywho.

This dream was very very vivid. I see no real reason for that..... though I did shut down my noisy PC (which is in my bedroom) for the first time in months while I sleep. Instead of a constant buzzing noise in the background, I had silence. Might have something to do with it, but I dun really know.

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So I was with some friends skiing on some random mountaintop. In this area, there were 3 different slopes that appeared. Two were major slopes and one was this traverse route. The dream began with me going through the traverse route. I was hungry at this point. So I see this hot dog stand, and I see my friend there, also eating. I ordered one too. Soon I realize I have no money. "That's allright" - the stand keeper says, "If you do these dishes for me, you won't have to pay", so I spend about 15 minutes there doing the dishes. It's a small stand with this small dedicated room for this kind of stuff. So then I continue on my way, meet up a couple of my friends there. They are following a guide that shows them around the place. The guide has a golden retriever dog running around following him as he skis down the hills.

So we arrive at the end of the traverse and there is this steep thin route downwards, the end of which is not visible. I go through it, but at the end, there is this snow bank I hadn't seen, I cannot stop my movement in time, I hit the snowbank and fly 10m in the air and land in the snow, and my skis are now broken. With the help of some of the other people, I get myself out of the snow with minor trouble and an aching back.

So we went the same route again a little later and I managed to go through without having a similar accident. We finally arrived at this point where the ski slope that had a ski lift go under it, and you had to jump over this canyon and over the ski lift there. We all managed that, we went downwards to the end of the slope, and boarded the ski lift. While in the lift, we saw other skiers cross the canyon too.

At the end of the ski lift, we arrived at this huuge structure. Apparently it was some sort of transportation system through the general area. I got stuck on the security check area because of ---blank spot on memory---- but I finally managed through. I was in a hurry to manage to the transportation (method was unclear) in time.

End dream.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was travelling with a group of people, probably in a big van or a bus. It was daytime, and we seemed to be going along a desert highway or a road in a desert town. The road seemed wide, and there was always a lot of space on either side of the road. There may have been some small hills, as well as occasional houses or other buildings. Everything seemed to glimmer with heat convection.

I watched a commercial airliner pass our vehicle. The plane was huge. It seemed to me that it was way too close to the ground, and that its angle was too steep. It would make sense if the plane were landing. But there didn't seem to be any airport in sight. I thought that the plane was going to crash or crash land.

Not long after that I saw another plane, this one going over the horizon, possibly in something like a barrel roll. I keep waiting, even kind of flinching, for the explosions from the two planes.

The people in the vehicle may have started talking about planes crashing. As they did I saw another passenger airliner seeming to crash over the horizon in front of us. This one had all the markings of a commercial airliner and was white, but it was shaped like a blimp. It may have already been on fire.

We were now at the top of some mesa, looking down over a reddish-brown landscape. The area was supposed to be a big city, I think. But I didn't see any buildings.

The woman who was in charge of our group had stopped the bus here and gone off to get some kind of instructions or directions. I and another man stood out beside the bus, looking down over the mesa.

Suddenly a bomb seemed to go off down below. It must have been a big bomb, but I somehow knew it had been strapped to a suicide bomber. The bomb had no explosion, noo fire or light. There were just three concentric rings of dust that rippled out from the cednter of the "blast."

The rings of dust themselves didn't seem very huge, but they managed to reach us. With the first and second rings, the air temperature became progressively hotter. I then got afraid. I knew how these bombs worked. They were some kind of nuclear bomb. Each ring was a layer of fallout. And the third ring was the worst.

I cringed in anticipation of the third ring. When it hit us, it shook us pretty hard. The air was full of dust and debris. Then the ring passed us. I knew that we had been so far away from the blast that the radioactive effects would not harm us. But it was now obvious that there were a lot of people all over the place committing terrorist activities.

The woman came back to the bus. Her instructions were regarding the terrorist activities. Apparently the people in the bus had been assigned to deal with these terrorists.

One of the men reasoned that since the events occurred in the desert, that we were going to be focusing our work on the west coast. He thought this meant we would be working in California.

I saw the man's face close up. He was kind of pale, with a short, red beard and red hair. He said, "I never wanted to make too big a deal about California, even though I really like it, cause that's where I come from. But I'm glad we'll get to be going there. Don't you think we'll have to work there?"

Non-lucid

My memory picks up in a neighborhood very close to mine, at one of my friends homes. One of my friends come to the door as I am walking up the street with some sort of "Hover Pack" on my back. It consists of two fans on each of my shoulders, and it seems as if it is made out of some sort of black plastic material, similar to a fan. The friend that came out of the front door to greet me, isn't even the friend that currently lives in the home. I begin to fly around on my hover pack, and I go above the house, and soon find myself next to some power lines. I get a little bit frightened and I attempt to avoid the lines to the best of my ability. The next thing I know my friend is flying beside me, and we soon make our way into town, which is not far from the house that my friend came out of. Some how we end up meeting another one of the people I know, and we end up committing some sort of crime, and we are all inside of my car trying our best to flee the scene. While in the car, one of my friends simply disappear, and I do not know where he went. I notice that I am not the one driving my car for some reason. I realize that being in a car is most likely not one of the safest way of escape from a crime scene, so I open the door and tell me friend to stop to let me out of the car. I exit the car, and my friend drives off in a rather fast fashion.

Now I am walking down the street, and I am thinking about how fast he was going, and I am hoping that he does not end up wrecking my car. I eventually make it farther down the road, and I end up at some sort of tunnel. Inside the tunnel, it appears as if there has been some sort of shooting, and car crash. I notice that it is my car that has crashed. As I am searching for my friend, and simply looking about the crash scene, I notice that the ground is simply littered with money. The money on the ground consists of twenty dollar bills, five dollar bills, and ten dollar bills. I begin to pick up all of the money as fast as I can, and I begin to think about the police and the fact that I only have a little bit of time before they arrive to the crash scene. I end up looking down the street on the other side of the tunnel, and I see some paramedics, and police officers coming down the road very quickly. I grab a few more bills off the ground, exit the tunnel and I sit just to the right of the tunnel behind a small wall where the tunnel protrudes out a bit. I sit my money down, and I begin to count it. As I am counting, I notice a rubber glove sitting below my money and out of nowhere comes a police officer. The officer is a women, and she has her gun drawn. She appears to be observing the crime scene, looking for some sort of evidence so I casually tell her about the rubber glove. She picks it up, and asks me to follow her. I try my best to hide the wad of money in one of my pockets as we begin to go back into the tunnel where the crash occurred. I lose sight of the women, so I decide to simply walk around the crime scene. I notice that the ground of the tunnel is made out of some odd plastic material and below I can see water, and a dead body that looks like it has been decaying, or burned.

The police force has now gathered at the opposite end of the tunnel, and they are working as a group to pull up one end of the plastic cover, which appears to be the road. They pull up the cover, and the water inside somehow disappears leaving the body exposed. They pull out the body, and toss it through the air and it does not move, as if it is simply a mannequin of some sort. I begin to walk away, exiting the other side of the tunnel, and I wake up just after I exit.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a camper trailer, one of the kinds that hitch to the back of a pickup truck. It was parked somewhere in the woods. The door was open. I stood in the doorway. My sister stood just outside it.

My sister told me that "J Bieb" or "J Bumblebee" had died. He was some kind of famous figure, but I didn't know very much about him. My sister kind of took a mildly sarcastic tone with me, as if to say, "I know you couldn't care less." It was like she was accusing me of not caring about our family because I wasn't so emotionally stricken by this celebrity's death.

I was then in some other place. A young, kind of attractive girl told me that a celebrity named J Bieb had died. She might even have said something like, "Everybody remembers where they were on the day J Bieb died."

I didn't know anything about this celebrity. But suddenly I remembered that my sister had told me about either this celebrity or a celebrity with a very similar name.

So, to imptess the girl, I blurted out, "Oh, yeah! My sister had said something about that! I think it was back... My sister and my family had come to visit me. They'd rented a camper."

Realizing I would have made my family sound like they had a lot of money for renting a camper, I said, "Well, not one of the big campers. Just one of the small ones, you know, that..."

I may have been making hand motions to illustrate how the small camper worked.

Dream #2

I was with my friend H on an airplane. We lifted off. It was a cloudy day. Everything seemed fine. But just as we ascended into the lower layer of clouds, the plane sped up really quickly. That seemed really abnormal. We suddenly slumped downward. The plane was headed back toward the ground. It was obvious that something was wrong.

I could see as if I were looking through the pilot's window, even though I was still with H in the normal passenger area. The pilot got us turned around. The engines were dead. But the pilot was trying to get us back to the runway. We were kind of gliding, but we were also descending really quickly. I knew it would be a bad landing.

The plane approached the runway. It hit the tarmac pretty violently, possibly smashing theunderside of the plane. But nothing exploded.

I could hear or imagine some kind of news announcement talking about the plane crash. My vision was now outside and behind the plane. I was still alive. But I didn't know about H. I could still see from inside the plane, but not very well. Everything was shaking around.

Then the plane twisted over onto its left side. I could see it as if I were outside and behind the plane and see and feel it as if I were inside the plane. At this point, the plane came to a stop.

Dream #3

I was on a plane with a woman like my mother, although the woman was not more than a few years older than I. The plane had landed, and people were all getting off. I might, however, actually have been staying on the plane, as if I had just stayed on in order to help my mother get situated.

At some point, my mother became a kind of tall, thin woman, like my old friend AL.

Now a young woman with a kind of hip look, possibly with maroon-dyed hair, came into the plane and sat down. She may even have buckled the seat belt. But she was really here to meet with my mother/friend and visit places in this area with my friend.

The young woman was a lesbian, and I got the feeling that she was going to try to seduce my friend. I really didn't mind. She was only my friend. I wasn't in love with her.

So I tried to give some advice to the young woman about how to have a good time in this area. It was partly because I felt bad that I wasn't staying here. It was some kind of tough place to be, and my not staying kind of implied that I wasn't tough. But I'd been here before, and I wanted to prove it. So I started to give the girl advice.

I said, "You look like you're dressed for the summer right now. But when you go down into the caves, make sure you bring a sweater. Because it gets cold when the wind whips through the tunnels. It's like --" and I made some kind of blowing, whistling sound.

The young woman had gotten bored about halfway through what I was saying. Finally she unbuckled herself and stood up. She sulkily walked past me and said, "I already know that stuff."

Dream #4

I and a group of people, probably my family, stood up from dinner at a restaurant. A family at another table stood up at the same time as we did. My mother may have started up a little exchange between our group and the other group, based on some interesting similarity between us. Both groups were laughing and cheerful, but I felt like things could turn stressful pretty quickly.

The tables we were sitting at were in a basement area, and we had to head up some stairs to get to the first floor dining area and exit. I may either have been heading for the stairs or some place like a coat closet or coat check. My family was headed in the other direction.

I was kind of happy to be splitting from the two groups and the almost tense situation. But my mom then called out to a young boy in the group, "You know that ----- (she said my name) lived in Colorado, too." This was supposed to give me something in common with the boy, who was getting ready to go do something in Colorado.

I knew that now I'd be obliged to talk to the boy. He was tall, white, pale, with kind of shaggy hair, not quite down to his shoulders. He wore a t-shirt and a hooded sweatshirt. He seemed cool. But he seemed about as inconvenienced by having to talk to me as I felt for having to talk to him.

We walked in the direction of my family. We headed up the steps. I asked the boy where he'd grown up. He said, "In the West V-----"

We were walking through some kind of crowded space with wood walls. There were a lot of people, and the place was full of noise, so I hadn't quite heard what the boy had said. So I mistook it for "West Village."

I said, "Oh, you grew up in New York?"

The boy said, "No. I said the West Valley." He seemed annoyed at my mistake. So I made some kind of dumb joke. I became really sheepish. As the boy, kind of ignoring me, walked away and back toward his group (we were all in the ground floor dining area), I kept calling out to him with this weird joke.

I suddenly stopped myself, thinking, Geez. The way I'm going at this guy, you'd think I had a crush on him.

So I went and sat at a table where my mom was sitting. The boy's mom was also sitting there. She was white, kind of thin, with short, blonde hair. She'd overheard my weird joke to the boy. She said, "Yeah, a lot of people don't know where the West Valley is. But it's basically all the most populous regions in Kentucky." She said this with a kind of mock-flair that made me realize she thought the area was pretty dumpy.

I wanted to respond with a joke like, "Right, all the great suburbs of -----." I wanted to say a really big town in Kentucky. But all I could think of was Louisville. And I didn't think that was good enough.

A waitress came up to the table from my left. A man had been calling after her. He'd been trying to joke with her, trying to flirt with her. He'd struck me as a bit of an old creep. I was afraid he'd pursue the waitress to our table and start making trouble for us.

The waitress was wearing some kind of one-piece shorts outfit with a gently colorful floral print and made out of a satiny material. She had tan skin and pale brown hair. She was incredibly sexy, but she didn't strike me as a waitress.

The waitress gave me some eye and body signals to let me know she was attracted to me. She then said, "Maybe you should give me your card or your contact information, so we can keep in touch."

I said, "I don't have a card, but I can give you my email address." I shifted in my seat and leaned back a bit, as if I were going to pull a card out of my wallet. I felt embarrassed that I didn't have any business cards. I asked the woman, "Can you give me a napkin?"

The woman sat down in the chair across from me. She picked up a napkin. There were drawings along the top of the napkin. I had apparently been looking at them before. They were done in black, felt-tip pen. They had struck me, as I'd seen them, as some kind of mystical hieroglyphics.

But the woman, looking at them, laughed. I asked her why. She directed me through each drawing, from left to right. It showed stick figures, in frame-like settings, like in a comic strip. One frame showed a boy chasing a girl. Another frame showed the boy and girl together in bed. Another frame showed the boy and girl doing some kind of really nasty sex position.

I said, "Well, I hadn't seen that at all! Must've been cause I was reading it the Japanese way." This meant from right to left, instead of from left to right. Okay...

I suddenly realized that this drawing was made as a kind of love letter to the girl. I was scared. I thought she'd think I'd written this to her. But then I realized that the creepy guy had actually made this drawing for the waitress.

There was another drawing below the first drawing. The first frame showed a cabin in a snowstorm. The second image showed a close-up of some structure in the snowstorm. Then there were a couple of images of an American flag waving in the wind.

Below each frame there were captions. The first captions were something like, "A snowstorm, loneliness, the comfort of a warm home." The next to last caption was, "Destroy the commandos." The final caption was, "America the brave."

I realized that this was some kind of mass-marketed (how?) advertisement for how America should continue the war on terror. For some reason I felt like this was directed against me. I also thought that, since I thought the drawing was kind of silly, that I'd somehow be targeted by the government as unpatriotic.

Yeah I know odd title. But it was an odd dream. So I knew there was more to the dream but only bits of scenes that wouldnt really be worth posting. But the part i remember most was the ending, so here it goes...

It was set at my grandmas house..well more in here driveway but anyway. There's this big black SUV parked? in the driveway so i open the door and there sits Gerard Way and his brother from my chemical romance. Gerard in the drivers seat. They were all knocked out kind of with cuts and what not all over like they've been in a car crash. So there little ol' me is, trying to get up to the passanger seat so i can try to wake them up or keep them alive or something. Im sort of hunched up by the passanger seat tapping on the face and hitting their chests kinda freaking out because....they were kindaa dying there? haha Anyways, im slapping him a little while he's slowly waking up, I kept telling them to hang in there and wake up while an ambulance get there (though i didnt think one was coming) Then my auntie and my mom show up in a truck ready to take them to the hospital. Again, theres 5'0 ft me trying to carry this grown man out of his SUV and over to the truck. Ehhhh not so successful, but I did manage to sort of drag him over...so i guess they were safe.

Then I pretty much woke up. I know there was a lot more to this dream before they showed up but nothing good enough to put down here, but i know there was some crazy teenage boys trying to steal something...and pretty much getting there ass's kicked heheh And thats about it.

Date: 09-24-10
Length: 20 minutes
Vividness: 6/10

I was on a bike, with my girlfriend Dakota sitting on it facing sideways.
At one point, the bike completely flipped forward, and i fell on my face.
I thought it would hurt really badly, but I didn't feel a thing.
I realized that I must be dreaming!

I was still on the ground, and this yellow car drove half on inch from crushing my skull.
I got up and Dakota and I started walking around.
I wanted to make things explode so I tried making all the people around me blow up.
It didn't work
Dakota told me she wanted Starbucks, so we walked a couple feet to a Del-Taco.
I closed my eyes and pictured it changing to a Starbucks.
At first, only the sign changed.
I tried again, and the name changed, but the sign changed back to Del-Taco.
Then finally, the whole building transformed into a Starbucks.

I remember something to do with a kidnapping, or bad people doing stuff to us.
I forget everything that happened afterwards as well.

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OK, so it starts off at an airport. Maybe 50 planes, and 150 people. Well, it turns out there's THE STORM on it's way. The biggest storm ever, the end of the world. We decide to get in the planes and try to outrun it by my suggestion. I was appointed leader and was lead plane. We fly for an hour or so and then the storm catches up to us, I call for emergency but nobody responds. We go down.

I remember laying on the ground, and lightning hit the ground not 15 feet away from me, and I jumped to my feet.

Well, now there's 150 people, young and old, on the ground hurt with me to look up to. Thinking fast, I talk to everyone and get the doctors and dentists and nurses and whatnot to go around helping people. Two days later, we decide to start heading west. (By the sun)

So, we walk. It takes AGES, but we manage it to a city. Water and food wasn't really an issue that came up. Anyways, at the city, we find this kid with a cigarette, he has it split down the middle and was like snorting the tobacco or some weird stuff. Anyways, he has a compass. I take it and figure out my headings. All that time we had been going NNW. It was heartbreaking. We had made hardly any progress. I was so upset about how I let them down that I had a spasm, I threw the compass away and I'm siting up in my bed in awe.

I felt like I had accomplished SOMETHING simply because I saved 150 lives. Without me, they might have stayed there and died. But I took the reigns, and led them to safety. It was tough, I never got to my destination, but it beats waiting for certain death by a long shot.