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    1. The Problem With Driving

      by , 07-24-2012 at 11:37 AM (The Realm of the Child)
      -The Problem With Driving-

      This dream's origin is seemingly lacking in my inner-most memory, though what I do remember is being high up in the mountains. It was dry up there, little plant life and mostly rock and dirt, some grass here and thee. The sky was purple and somewhat cloudy, though it was not the kind of purple one might see at a late sunset hour. It was fantastic, strange and perplexing, yet so informal in my vision. I also hated it. I hated the feeling around me. To add to my hatred of such an area, my dad forced me to drive up there with his car. We were ment to be going to somre museum or observatory or something, something in the mountains. Once we arrived, it was a picnic area. Kids played around on a grassy little field with a picnic table in the center. He told me to drive home. With my lack of experience, I was shooting in the wind now. So, I drove down. I kept trying to dodge small poles along a sort of pathway that I was required to go down to get home, but this pathway wasn't even on the road. In due time, I hit one of the poles and left a nervingly sized dent in the side door. I went down into a tunnel, nervous my dad would find out, and speak of the devil he was suddenly sitting right next to me in the car. I snapped, then said I'll get home myself. I got out, the tunnel being a orange-purple hue of light. In my hands, I suddenly had a scooter, and I hate scooters, but I was masterful at riding them in this dream. I took a final look back at the car, the black scion with a dent of a white color on the right side of the car. I scooted off, and that was how it ended.

      Notes: This reminds me of situation not long back where I had to drive up a hill with many turnpikes.
    2. The Long Walk While We Were Being Pricks.

      by , 04-15-2012 at 08:04 PM (The Realm of the Child)
      Dream Type: Non-Lucid.
      Dream Mood: Bland and Stupid.
      Dream Setting: My Hometown.
      Dream Characters: My Friends.

      This was a short dream, though I didn't quite like it either. It made me feel like a jerk to other people. I was walking home from school, apparently later than most times due to the amount of other people walking home at the same time. Still, I came across a few friends and whatnot, and joined them. We talked about random stuff, and for some reason, we went to walk on the freeway of all places. How we walked home was by simply walking across the freeway, though strangely, the freeway began to look more and more like a bunch of skin with hair. As soon as we noticed that, we all suddenly began to make fun of Armenians with racist remarks and whatnot. I rarely ever make racist remarks, so this was strange. One of my friends from a further off town came up next to us and introduced himself with my other friends. They said that they liked him, though he had to move forward, and we just walked down a spiral path in the freeway to a 7-11 convenient store. We went inside and I don't remember what we did there, but surely enough we were outside again before long. I realized that I had lost my shoes somewhere, and I was very worried. We had a new friend all of a sudden; an artistic girl who dressed in a black coat and black baggy shorts with boots and had dyed blonde hair. Looking at her now, I find myself thinking that she was quite attractive. We snuck onto someone's back porch, where I thought I had found my shoes, but did not. The girl then said "Come on... wake up!" and instead of waking up, I was at the 7-11 again, where there was a pile of shoes there, and I had to find mine in that pile.I did find them after some searching, and asked the man if I could just take them and be on my merry way, but he said no and that I needed proof that those were mine. I got mad, very mad, and I threw a fit. My dad eventually came in to prove the purchase, and because he saw me in my angered state, I started crying for some reason, and he hugged me. He'd soon release me and I'd look over to the counter, where they were happily arranging revolvers for some reason, and then I woke up.
    3. Parkour.

      by , 04-11-2012 at 07:51 PM (The Realm of the Child)
      Dream Type: Non-Lucid.
      Dream Mood: Mysterious.
      Dream Setting: A back alley and a warehouse.
      Dream Characters: My friends, my Dad and a couple other strangers.

      I was with my friends... and my dad for some reason. We were walking from somewhere to a back alley where we tried to talk, though my friends were reluctant to do so probably due to the fact that my dad was there with us, though he seemed pretty content with the silence for some reason. Soon enough though, he would have disappeared out of nowhere and we began talking again. Strangely, we noticed two guys who were running up walls and flipping around as if practicing for whatever they were doing. We discussed about the free-runners, and I was suddenly in a warehouse, dressed in some sort of fancy armor meant for flexibility, though one thing was awry... I was a woman. Still, I had suddenly become a master of parkour and free-running, actually. I ran around, up walls and on rails and whatnot, until I met another person, a man in similar armor who was also good at free-running and parkour. He poked my face, for some reason, and I just stood there. That's about all I can remember though.