Snorlax
Blockin' Yo Path

Dream 1- I am with my brother at his friend's house who I've never met. His mom tells him that he has to drive me to my house, which is an hour away. Even though he doesn't know me, he has no problem doing this. It is nighttime, and I supposedly watch the "entire fifth season of Pokemon" in the car ride.
I am now home in my brother's room on my computer, listening to Led Zeppelin's "Nobody's Fault but Mine" on vinyl. After a while, the song warps and goes slow-motion. I use a giant plunger device to try to get the RPM's back to normal. Somehow this takes me to a random warehouse, where my friend Ben complimented me on my movie knowledge.
I wind up in a gas station, where they announced that two brands of cigarettes contained deadly poison.

Dream 2- I am in the bonus room of my house, when my parents send me a text message saying "We're moving." They tell us to pack enough for a week. Of all my family, I seem to be the only one who finds this decision sudden. (Though I still do not become lucid.) I go to my room to pack. I remember being excited to watch Princess Monoke, which I have not yet seen. I wore a cool purple Sublime t-shirt. When I looked out the window, I saw planes and trucks in our driveway.
The next morning, I got up and went with a random assortment of relatives and friends to Starbucks. A few went inside, but I picked a table outside and ordered a pizza. (I made a pizza yesterday in waking life.) Me and whichever relative/friend was eating with me finished and went to sit on a curb at the end of a parking lot. Here, a team of strong looking people who seemed to have ties to all of our pasts showed up, and picked fights with me and my companions. I fought one who looked a bit like the Raikage from Naruto. My fight was sort of shounen style, and my opponent claimed to have always "had my back" throughout our childhood or something like that. He made a lunge for my back, but I dodged and defeated him. It turns out everyone one my team won, but the losers just went and sat on the other side of the parking lot. In fact, I walked right past them on my way to a drinking fountain, and they didn't make any moves. One of my relative/friends criticized my sense of direction, and we returned to my house. (Maybe we aren't moving?)
It is now about mid-afternoon, and everyone was gone except for my brother upstairs and myself. My grandma on my mom's side of the family showed up at our front door with a random upper-classman from my high school that neither my brother nor I had known very well at all. She complimented him on his sporting achievements. I now go on my deck alone, and see a cut scene of BillyBob Thornton standing on my very deck, calling everything "blossoms". I light a cigarette, and smoked for a while. After I walked back inside, I realized that I never smoked, and this must be a dream.I did the nose plug RC, and realized I could breathe. Unfortunately, everything went black immediately. I found this strange considering how calm I was about my lucidity. I opened my eyes in my bed, did the same RC, and realized I was awake.

My family was going up north. We arrived at a pretty nice cottage we must have been renting. It is late, and I watch some terrible Lord of the Rings parody on a portable DVD player in bed. The next morning, I wake up in my bed (no longer in cottage) with my mom standing over me, glaring. She says I took the tape with our home videos and taped over them with a Rage Against the Machine CD. Before I even have time to explain myself, she storms downstairs. I know I didn't do it, but she refuses to believe me. I leave my room, and my brother tells me that he was the one who made the tape. He walks downstairs, and hands my parents a remote control looking device. He wrote "I have no" over the power button, and taped over all of our videos. (FYI, the remote now says "I have no power"). Now all of my parents anger towards me was directed towards my brother. My parents sat me down on our stairs. My mom apologized, and I half-heartedly accepted.
I am now with my brother, my friend Tyler, and a friend of theirs I've never met before. We are at a pretty classy outdoor restaurant. It is their friend's birthday. My brother tells me he is trying to think of more ways to mess with our parents, and that I should help him. We start to form teams for some form of game. I check my phone, and see two missed calls from my friend Ryan. I realize I was supposed to pick him up four hours ago. I call him, and he doesn't answer. I wake up.

I am running a 5K cross country race, and there are only about five participants, all from my school. Our assistant coach Mr. King is the only person in attendance. My friend Cole, who is normally as fast as I am, is with the fastest runners on our team, but I am still average. I am upset with myself for still being average, but the others take pity on me. This only makes me more angry.

I am now at a large football stadium, watching a game with actor Don Cheadle, who claims to be the owner of the Baltimore Ravens. We talk for a while, and watch some of the game.

Later, I am with my brother Ellis, and friends Ryan and Tyler. We are on roof in a town I've never seen. Cops start to chase us, and we run through streets and multiple staircases. We are making ground fast, and doing Russian Climber moves down the staircases. I distinctly remember seeing Ryan drop a good five stories in between the median of a staircase. It was the type of stairway you might see in a parking garage in an urban area. The median is much too small for a human to fit through in waking life. (Note- a week or so ago, Ryan, myself, and our friend Ian went to see Super 8. We used the parking garage staircase, and my two friends had a contest to see which of them could spit from the top floor, through the medians, all the way to the bottom floor. Ryan won, and this is probably why I saw him jump between the stairs in my dream.) After a while, we ended up on Ludlow and University, two streets near my house.

Sometime later in the night, I was another roof. A man holding a large, black bag was also on this roof. At first, he spoke sanely and calmly to me. Suddenly, he pulled an unconscious African American woman of about 18-25 years from the bag, and put a knife to the back of her neck. I quickly drew my own blade out of nowhere, and pressed it to his neck. He looked me in the eyes, emitting an aura of extreme, seriousness, power, and killing intent. We both knew that he could have easily killed me, the woman, and whatever else may have been in the bag, but he calmly got up and left. He did not take the woman or this bag.
I can't remember exactly what he looked like, but I remember him telling me about his obsession with blood and death. He gave off an incredibly strong presence of insanity and surprisingly incredible composure.

My Dad leaves me in the lobby of a roller rink. I wait a while, watching T.V. carelessly. I remember a "Who's Your Tiger" commercial of Joel Zumaya for the Detroit Tigers. I couldn't remember if he was still on the team, and decided to leave. I left, and found myself on the other side of town. It's a sunny day, and I am at the "Rochester Village" a series of restaurants and shops. My dad is eating outside on the sidewalk with my friend's dad, Mr. Ingraham, and his daughter. I join them at a table under an umbrella, and they are very insistent that I eat. The waitress tells the daughter that her hair looks better than it did yesterday. She thanks her, but once the waitress leaves, she mutters "eavesdropper" under her breath. We order cheesy bread sticks. I ate a few, but don't remember their taste. Soon after, I woke up.

I was attending a driver's training class in my bedroom. There were three students in my attendance; myself, Fogle (from movie Superbad), and Ugly Betty (from some T.V. show or something). The instructed was a male of around 30 years old and very fit. As he explained to us the dangers of Auburn Hills, (a neighboring town), I play with a pink balloon that looks like Kirby. I inflate and deflate Kirby, and then see a vision of a basketball game with the three students. I don't know who our opponent is or what they did, but Ugly Betty dies and is taken off on a stretcher.
We are now back in my bedroom, and my dad is speaking to the instructor about the car we would be driving. Strangely, the car seems to have taken the place of the wall where my desk normally resides. I continue to play with the Kirby balloon for a while, and soon wake up.

Note: This dream occurred the night before my first day of driver's training, and I have been playing a lot of Kirby's Pinball on my GameBoy Color.