RommiH's Dream Journal (entries are not dated correctly. i am slowly transferring my DJ from my computer, to the one on DV)

A violent dream where everyone is either being shot or is shooting someone else. Sort of like the bar scene in Inglorious bastards. Cannot remember anything else about the dream. At the end I have been shot in the head and I begin to. slowly? Die. Right before the dream resides completely I realize this was all a dream and relax. The dream ends. I keep my eyes closed and I don’t move. I fall back asleep and re-enter the massacre dream. I am in a room with two beds and in those beds are two dead bodies. They have been shot. I look at them and recognize the dream scene. I become lucid. I look back at the bodies; they are two middle-aged women. I tell them to get up. I tell them that they are part of dream and that anything is possible. They don’t have to be dead if they don’t want to be. I tell them to get up and out of bed a few more times. At his point the dream sort of fades slightly. It doesn’t end it just becomes very unclear. I don’t really remember what happens at this point. I do remember that I need to stabilize the dream so I start touching things. (I want to remember to attempt voice commands) I think I walk around at this point just exploring my surroundings. But then I think, I do that every time I have a lucid dream, I just walk around. I figured I had to do something this time. By now the dream was very stable. I think, What to do, what to do… Then I remember the task of the month! I look around and find a mirror on the wall to my left right beside my head. How convenient. I take a few steps back and run at the mirror. As I run I see my mom from the corner of my eye. She says something but I ignore her. Once I am just a few feet away from the mirror I leap head first into it. I am a little disappointed at the outcome. But it was interesting nonetheless. I was sent into another house like the one I was in. I came out of another mirror into a very fancy living room. It was well light by a huge chandelier in the middle of the room. The ceiling was very high in this room. On a couch was a man reading a newspaper. I can’t remember what I did next but I guess I walked around and ended up at the front door of the house. I gladly walk out of it. The house was a bore. I walk out and by now I notice how vivid and real it is. I have no fears now of it losing stability or me losing awareness. I am now on the street of a suburban neighborhood. again. It is beautiful. There are massive trees everywhere and the sunlight bathing them was spectacular. Somehow there is a white book in my hand. I look at its cover. The “words” are just random nonsense. Every time I look away and look back it changes. Then I try something. I think of of a phrase in my mind and look at the cover. What would show up on the cover would be very similar to what I was thinking of. A few times it was the same word for word. But none of the words were spelt right. Sadly, I cant remember what phrases I thought of. I even told myself in the dream to try to remember what I thought and what it turned out to be on the cover. Looks like I failed. I look around some more and decide it would be cool to skate. I try to summon a skateboard. I try to will one into existence by thought. I look down at my feet. Nothing. I try that a few times and all attempts failed. I then tell myself, Ok, when I snap my fingers a board will appear in front of me. That didn’t work either. I then look at the book and try turning it into a skateboard. I set it on the ground and see that the book has wheels attached to it. I get on it but it is too small to have any fun with. Then I try flying. At first I’m stuck at jumping really high. But after a while I get higher and higher. But I always fall back down. While trying to fly I hear a little boy laughing. I continue practicing. As I slowly move down the street I see the source of the sound. Sitting at the top of a little slide is a boy. He laughs, says my name, and then laughs again. Repeat. The kid freaked me out a bit. I ask him, Who are you? What are you? But my voice seems drowned by other louder voices. I take notice of other DCs walking in my direction. Once in front of me I ask this dude about my age if he can teach me how to fly. Dream fades. Dream ends.

I am at Ahmed Elian’s house. I have slept over at his house. I wake up and ask him if he had a Lucid dream. On his iMac, he says “no”.

My dad picks me up from Ahmed Elian’s house after a sleep over. We are in the Nady’s parking lot though instead of the front of his house. The sky is brown and everything around reflects the hue. While in the car my dad talks to me about lucid dreaming. He asks me if I have managed it. I tell him I haven’t yet. He asks me if the methods that I am using are “street”. I tell him there is no such thing. We then begin to drive home. He talks about some new railroad being built. He say it is blocking certain roads that lead into Sherouk. He says this is why Sherouk is so empty right now. No one can get in! Halfway home, he stops the car. He says he’ll give me fifteen pounds if I manage to find a car. I get out and I walk over piles of sand and rock strewn on the side of the road in search for a car. I quickly find an old worn out van. I imagine there being people in there with guns and them shooting me dead. This is exactly what happens. I am dead. I continue the dream as my dad. As my dad, I am trying to kill the men who shot my son.I walk over to the van. I hide on one side with the killers on the other. I throw cardboard at them (because cardboard is very deadly). I think about how I am going to kill them. I decide I am going to catch the van on fire and make the gas tank explode. I manage to start a fire. I throw burning objects under the van. Then the scene changes to one of an arena. I am at the top of this arena looking into it. The men who killed my son were at the bottom of this arena. I throw stuff at the killers below.

I have a faint dream about the Boondocks. It is dark. I see a few of the younger characters. We are on a porch. In the background I see Huey Freeman hang upside down from a rope. He slowly lowers himself to a table and takes the objects on it.

During Quran class I fall asleep and have a short lucid dream. I view a huge white room from above. In it are rows and rows of white machinery. Each machine has a person in white working and controlling the machine. I know that I am dreaming and that I should be able to control the workers. I experiment with my lucid state and moved workers and machines around.

I am at strange Burger King with Youssef Madbouly. We leave enter several times. We go into the bathroom to pee. We are surprised to see girls everywhere in the bathroom. But I continue to the last stall. It is very big. In it, I pee everywhere. The janitor opens the door on me. He takes some stuff from the corner of the stall. He says it’s for Youssef., so he can pee. He moves the stuff to Youssef’s stall. Upon meeting the janitor, Youssef rolls up his sleeve and show the janitor his muscles.

The dream begins with me and someone else walking in a vegetated area. There are lots of greens and yellows. Both of us have machine guns. As we walk I notice something is wrong with my gun. But whatever it was I fix it. My gun is now ready to shoot. We now sneak past a tree house. From it we hear voices, possibly a man and a woman’s. We move on. We are now at a pool. It is very, very busy there. There are people everywhere. The two of us had a mission to complete. But even in the dream, the mission wasn’t apparent. As we walk, I hide the gun against my side. We need to continue through the area without getting caught. But it seems people have already seen the guns. (Mine is an MP5 with a camera lens as the sight. At some point in the dream I look through it and aim at someone and try out its zoom) More attention is directed at the guns. By now we are found out. Panic strikes the people around us. Two men walk up to us and tell us to put our guns down. I look at my partner. I want to see what he will do first before I act. The two men keep telling us to drop the guns. I do as told. I set down the gun. Now the gun and my partner are gone. I am glad to see that I am not in any sort of trouble at all. Now I walk around for fun. I see Loauy. I run up to him and say hey. He greets me back. I move on throughout the pool area. I see a point in the pool where the two sides of it are really close together. I jump across it easily. Now many of my friends are there. They are having a party sort of thing. I see Donia. I also see a table of food. I go to the table of food. I get a plate of something soaked in chocolate. I walk to where Donia and her friend are sitting. As I walk, they get up and go somewhere else. I am a bit disappointed. I sit down and eat. Now I am in a room. It is the same party. But I seamlessly moved to a new location. I sit at the back of the room on a stool booth thing. The room is filled with people. Among them is Mr. Sidky (my S.S. teacher) and he is talking a lot. He seems really happy for some reason. He begins to talk to us about weed or some sort of drug. He says we need to try it and stuff. I start to wonder why a teacher like him would say stuff like that. He keeps on talking. His words h=get more and more crazy. People around the room listen to him intently. A few others and I conclude that he is high. Then he snaps out of it and says he was just joking and that we was just messin’ with us. He leaves the room. I am still sitting there watching the party. Then there is a girl next to me. She is wearing black and purple. She is very attractive. She looks at me and says, “Could you pick me up and dance with me?” She wanted me to pick her up in my arms, take her to the middle of the room, and dance with her. I would have loved to, but I didn’t want to whith all the people around. So I told her “Im sorry but I don’t dance” I said a few more things about how dancing is not my thing. She seemed fine with it though. We continued to talk about other things though. What we spoke about, I cannot remember. I was enjoying my time with her. She was hot. Now without me or her getting up or moving the scene changed. We remained in our positions and instead of a bar looking room that we were in before, were sitting on the top bleacher at my schools gym. There are still people everywhere. The girl next to me pulls out her phone and starts playing Asking Alexandria. We both enjoy the song. Then it is time to leave the gym for some reason. Now at the bottom of the bleachers, I look for the girl I was sitting with. I look at the crowd of people near the door. I can hear a breakdown and screams from a song coming from the crowd. I know she must be somewhere in the crowd since she is the only one around here with that type of music. I like the song that is playing. I think it strange that no one is bothered by it though. Now I am thrown somewhere in the school. I need to get to English class. Problem is I’m lost. I spend the longest time walking around the school looking for my class. The school (in my dream) was huge. The hallways were extremely wide and there were many floors. So many I lost track of which one I was on. Eventually I make it to the basement. I think of how much trouble I’m going to be in. I probably missed half the lesson already. I couldn’t hear any bells where I was. So I considered the possibility that English was already over. Now in the basement I walk around looking at all the machinery down there. I jump across catwalks trying to find stairs that lead out of the basement. During my search I find a basket of free sweets. There is a large assortment of traditional Egyptian sweets. None I like though. I do manage to find a few things I might like. I take them. I don’t plan on eating any soon though. I am about to continue my search for my English class when I notice Cinnamon rolls in the basket. I must have all of them. But I don’t want to be seen the people responsible for maintenance in the basement when doing this. I feel bad that I’m taking all the good stuff. But I say screw it and take them in a bag. Now I meet one of the guys who works in the basement. I sort of hint that I am lost. He says he’ll come with me. The dream ends.

I was laying in bed and I couldn’t fall asleep. Then finally I got relaxed and I felt I guess what is known as the roll over signal. I decided to roll over and see if I'd enter SP fast. So I began to enter sleep paralysis. I felt tons of vibrations and it felt like I was falling. It feels good so I just let my self go with it. But I did not ant a WILD or an OBE. It was dark in my room and I get freaked out sometimes so I move force myself out of the vibration state by moving again. Now I'm in my room thinking ah that was fun. At this point I am in a dream but I don’t realize. I remain in bed in the same position and I am still trying to sleep. I notice something weird though. Every time I close my eyes, no matter which direction I was facing, when I open them again, I see my room as if I was laying on my back looking forward. I don’t think much of this. I just figure that I am really close to falling asleep and when I close my eyes I am seeing developing dream scenes of my room. I continue to just lay there for a looong time. I am starting to get a bit suspicious though. I decide to get some water. I turn to the lamp next to me and try to turn it on. It wont work…. The knob that I turn to switch lights on even broke into my hand. I now know I am dreaming. I am a bit scarred since my room is really dark. Once my fears begin to grow I see a figure in the corner. I close my eyes. I put my fears aside for a moment and decide it would be cool to look at my phone. I feel around for it on my bedside table and find it. I press a few buttons and observe. The screen displays a bunch of random figures and scribbles. I toss the useless phone over the bed. It does not make the sound it should when it hit the ground. Now I think about how I am in bed wake, yet my physical body is in the same bed asleep. My fears begin to grow again and I’m worried I’ll start seeing things I don’t want to see because of my stupid fear.. I lay in bed and wonder how long this will last. I try waking myself up for a while. Until finally, one attempt succeeded.

I wake up at 7:10 and attempt a WILD at 8 something. The dream:
I am first laying in a bedroom that is not mine. I do not realize it is not my room in the dream though. I also think that I have managed an OBE not a lucid dream. Everything is motion blurred and seems to move in slow motion. Half of my vision is blocked by something. I try moving around in the room but its too hard. I close my eyes and hope for a new dream. I wait a few seconds and I experience a wave of vibrations. I decide it would be cool to enter a dream lifting weights. So in the darkness I move my arms as if I'm doing so. After a few seconds of this I am in the dream. I am in another room. It looks like an office of some sort. There is a lot of red. I am laying on a bed or couch lifting invisible weights. I am glad I'm still fully lucid. I get up and walk out of the room. I seem to be in the basement of some house. The floor planning is similar to one of my older houses in Kentucky. I see Hussien Hegazy from my class vacuuming. He is very absorbed in his floor cleaning. The vacuum has a bass guitar attached to it. Instead of the vacuum making a loud whooshing sound it plays breakdowns. DIGGUH DIGDIG DIGGUH. I love this! I walk up to him and say HEY! We shake hands.
I ask him "Hey Hussein, how does it feel to be in a dream?"
He says, "IT FEELS AWESOOOOME!"
We then both go "YEAH!!" and high five each other hard.
I begin to walk up a nearby set of stairs. Hussein follows. Now I am on the first floor. I look around. It looks much like a neighbors house I once visited. I then walk back down another flight of stairs yet I remain on the first floor. As I was walking down the stairs I think, Well since this is a dream, I should be able to just jump down the whole thing just fine. But it feels so real I think It'll hurt. So instead I jump down half. When I land i sort of slip and my heels bang against the last few stairs. It hurt. I think about how I just felt pain. I bang my heels some more against the floor. It hurts even more. I find it cool that I can feel pain in my dream. But now I sort of dread some experiences that will now be painful when I originally thought I wouldn't feel a thing. I see the front door to the house and I walk out now. Hussein is no longer with me. Outside is a suburban neighborhood. In front of the house are many men in suits. Some are lined up on each side of the driveway. There is also a line of men in the center of the driveway. Those men dont have heads. They are only suits standing. I dont know what to say to them.
So I just say, HEY GUYS!"
I start to walk to the street when a man asks me, "Wheres the money?"
I reply with "What money?"
He then says, "There is no money" in a very serious voice. I ignore him and keep walking to the street.
There are tons of cars parked there so I jump over one to get to the street. Then next to the car I just jumped over is the man who asked for money that didn't exist. He pulls out a small leather bag. He unzips it, reaches in, and brings out two guns. One a pistol and the other a submachine gun. He tosses me the pistol. I think it is great that a DC handed me a gun, now the real fun begins. I am surprised to see the man point his gun at me. I worry that if I get shot the dream will end. I duck behind the car. I come back up and start to shoot at him. The gun, instead of firing bullets, launches these slow torpedo shaped objects. I miss him the first time but I am sure I hit him the last few shots. To my disadvantage, the gun is out of ammo. How lame, I think. I get sort of pissed at this point that I'm wasting my precious dream time with some annoying DC. I say to myself this is my dream and I should do whatever I want. I am about to will the dude out of existence when the dream ends.