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    1. The President Would Like To See Noah's Ark.

      by , 11-06-2011 at 11:37 PM
      11.5.2011
      I am in a tiny classroom for kindergarteners, but I'm with Chellie and Aaron. I am seated facing them, they are seated forward, and all three of us are quoting lines from funny videos we've all seen. Chellie faces the blackboard at the front of the class and goes to say something, but doesn't seem to want us to hear it. She has her hair in two blonde braids and grabs each with her hands, making another video reference which I find hilarious. She looks around to me, clearly not expecting anyone to hear what she'd said, and laughs with me about it.

      Later, I'm the President of the United States, and am in some huge dark room where a number of large items are on display. I understand the items to be important relics and artifacts collected and saved by the American government. I'm casually playing with a straight bass that is twice as tall as me, when my butler shows me an artist-drawn picture of Noah's Ark, another artifact the government apparently has possession of. I get excited at the prospect of going to see it, and we change rooms, but the dream moves to a different scene, and I don't see the boat.

      Updated 11-06-2011 at 11:39 PM by 29957

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    2. With Chelsea at the Food Court.

      by , 10-31-2011 at 04:52 PM
      10.31.2011
      I dreamed Chels and I were at the mall sitting on a cushioned bench/love-seat thing. My arms were around her, and we leaned against one another as she closed one of her hands around one of mine. After a short while she fell asleep.

      The dream shifts and we are on a different but similar love-seat in the same area, when she lays sideways onto my lap. I readjust my body so she's lying against me and I wrap my arm around her. We were talking about something but I don't recall what.

      Early on in the dream, before we were on the love-seats, I had ordered some food for us at the food court. When I noticed they were taking a terribly long time getting Chellie's food ready, I left her on the seat and went to the counter. On the way I read the receipt, trying to remember what I'd ordered, but didn't recognize or understand any of the items listed. I stopped trying to figure it out when I read the item "1x www.JOOBIE.com," and handed the lone worker at the counter the receipt.
      (That site is not as interesting as it sounds. =P)

      Since I couldn't remember what I'd ordered for Chellie, I just told her, "Can I pick up the order that has a fried chicken sandwich?" She gave me a look like she hadn't a clue what I was talking about, but tried to fake a smile to hide it, and started punching buttons on the cash register. Before the dream ended, I heard someone say, "She's the first woman to discover a whole new world," and I understood that it was referring to the cashier dealing with my order.

      We never did get that order.

      EDIT: Another dream fragment remembered from earlier.
      I'm in a church surrounded by people with their heads down. Everyone is singing and then they all cross themselves. I try blending in - I hum along and place my hand vertically on my chest without crossing myself. My efforts fail and someone announces, "There's a rebel among us," with a laugh. Everyone disperses and I walk about the church before the dream ends.

      Updated 11-01-2011 at 01:22 AM by 29957

      Tags: chelsea, mall
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      non-lucid
    3. The Donnie Darko Dream

      by , 10-24-2011 at 04:36 AM
      10.23.2011
      Coming from an earlier dream, I am with a couple very young friends, running through a muddy pond-sized puddle. I avoid some deep spots to make sure I donít wind up drowning myself, since I canít swim, and run through shallow waters with the group to join a group of unfamiliar older adults on a lawn on the other side. I suspect they are of some relation to me, but I donít actually know any of them.

      Lead by a tall man among them, they are reciting some long historic quote which I recognize but havenít memorized. When theyíve finished I walk around a bit and overhear someone asking another how to install Linux on their computer Ė they ask, ďdo you have to use a CD?Ē I can answer their question, but I feel like I need to drive somewhere. After thinking about it a moment, I choose not to interject into his conversation, and hop in a silver mini-SUV and drive off the lawn, down a driveway that has appeared where the pond was earlier.

      I stop at the road (also replacing the aforementioned pond), still able to hear the would-be Linuxerís questions. I think about driving off like Iíd planned to, then I throw the car in reverse, hop out, and push the car by its hood backward to the group of people, intent on helping out. (Somehow Iím able to drive the car without operating the steering wheel, but I think nothing of it.)

      When I arrive back at the group, I push the car away and find that theyíve all gone silent. One elderly man, an ex-sailor possibly a veteran of military service, stands from his lawn chair and approaches me, and begins reading a script. It reads like a funeral speech, or something youíd hear on Memorial Day. The manís son was killed/died early in his young life, and the group gathered every year to remember him. However, the man began directing the speech at me, going off the script to tell everyone that I am dishonouring his memory, ďstanding there looking all cool, wearing the shoes he could have worn.Ē

      His words were painful for both of us, but the sadness and guilt I was feeling was quickly replaced with anger. I became thoroughly pissed and pulled off my sunglasses, disgusted that he was publicly blaming me for his sonís death. He continued to rant, both of us standing there face-to-face with no more than three feet between us, and I could feel the situation about to escalate. He pulled out an oversized handgun, loading it with a single shotgun shell. Someone came up from behind me and tried to talk him down, as did I, but to no avail. I tried to get closer to him with a kind of diagonal sidestep in the hopes of disarming him, while making it difficult for him to aim at me, but I wound up twirling as I moved. Obviously, I start to freak out because Iím moving much more slowly than Iíd intended to, and am expecting to feel a bullet break my skin. However, the ex-sailor appears to have turned into a short dark-skinned boy and is having trouble figuring out how to operate the gun. Since I canít run, I twirl a couple more times, and someone manages to stop him Ė I donít see how exactly.

      I find myself on the road in the silver mini-SUV, and Iím barreling down the road. I am on the phone with the boy that saved my life, and I excitedly laugh that the scene Iíd just witnessed reminded me of the movie Donnie Darko. I ask the boy on the phone if heís seen Donnie Darko, and explain the comparison: if I hadnít started down the driveway in the SUV, then returned to try answering the Linux guyís question, I might not have survived Ė it made sense in the dream. He agrees with a laugh, and the dream ends.


      Earlier dream fragments:
      I am with Chelsea listening to an old woman talking. She is switching between French and English, with a heavy Mexican accent to all her words. I interpret the French words for Chelsea where I recognize them.

      Iím on a train which is driving on the freeway, high above a big city, and the door next to me is open to allow me a clear line of sight to the people driving cars next to us. One person is driving what appears to be a blue-coloured variation of the Dalek suit from Doctor Who, and I call it a TARDIS (without realizing my mistake). Iím incredibly entertained by seeing this as a functioning vehicle.

      Updated 10-24-2011 at 04:42 AM by 29957

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      non-lucid
    4. Vodka Again: Picking Up A Lady at the Bar

      by , 10-13-2011 at 07:32 PM
      10.13.2011
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


      I find myself in a bar almost identical to the college commons. I overhear two guys talking about how they'd like to get dates for the night. They're clearly nervous at the thought of talking to a woman, and I tactfully let them know as I pass by: "Sorry to tell you guys this but you're beta as fuck!"

      I give them a little peptalk and offer to show them how it's done. There's a lady in a blue and white dress standing somewhere nearby. I call out to the bartender to get a drink for her, and two for me. The bar suddenly appears populated, and the bartender (also a lady in a blue/white dress) brings me a tall glass, filling it in front of me. I thank her and join the others at the bar.

      When I sit myself down I find Chelsea is seated next to me with a drink of vodka, and she appears to be enjoying it/my company. I am surprised to find that my own drink tastes really good, and I find myself successful in showing the others how a gentleman handles himself.
      Her wonderful smile stays with me as I wake up from the dream, and put me in a great mood to start the day with.


      I don't know what it is with Chelsea and vodka, and she doesn't know either! XD BTW In case it wasn't clear, my dream-self didn't determine if the girl I'd bought the drink for was actually Chelsea, but it seems to make sense since she isn't a drinker and would be unlikely to have one in her hand had I not ordered it for her.

      I also recall having a short lucid dream earlier in the morning, but it is of an embarrassing nature, so I'll simply say it happened and leave it at that. To protect the innocent, shall we say.

      Updated 10-13-2011 at 07:44 PM by 29957 (Titlechange.)

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      lucid , non-lucid , memorable
    5. Vodka Fries

      by , 10-13-2011 at 07:20 PM
      10.11.2011
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


      I'm on a field trip with Chelsea. We're at some outdoor event, like a carnival but with shops. Chelsea is sitting at a table much like an outdoor cafeteria and says she would like some vodka fries. Yes, vodka fries. I disappear from the group to peruse the shops and after several weird reactions from shop owners, I found a shop selling a bag of vodka fries. When I brough it back to her, I wouldn't let her have any, prompting her to chase me around before getting any.

      She didn't get any vodka fries before I woke up. =P

      Updated 10-13-2011 at 07:28 PM by 29957 (Added formatting and date.)

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      non-lucid