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This is the first time that I’ve written down keywords for dreams as I remembered them in the morning. These are all dreams that I had between snooze hits on my alarm clock. I've been wanting to do that since I started this journal but I either kept forgetting or I didn't have time. It has significantly helped the recall of my early morning parade of dreams, but I can’t remember any of the night-time dreams. Anyway, that’s a start! Just for kicks, here is what my sheet of paper says:
work, posters, shredded Chemistry
boy in linen closet
5 cats
14 shots
my stool
pilgrim hockey
“colorado”

In which I destroy work property, quit my job and almost watch Star Wars…

I’m at work and I have a bunch of butcher paper on which is written everything I need to learn to pass my Chemistry exam. I’m in a work room by myself but the fourth wall is a window through which I can see people walking up and down a hall. My husband is in the next room, also working.

I pull out a razor blade and start slashing the butcher paper into shapes. I’m going to make a jig-saw puzzle out of all the Chemistry notes. I decide that putting this puzzle back together will be the best way for me to study. As I’m slashing it up, my supervisor comes to the door. I step outside in the hall to talk to her. She asks me how much longer I’ll be using the butcher paper posters because she needs them for a meeting. I realize that I was not supposed to destroy them, so I make an excuse to use them for a little longer and keep her out of the room.

After she leaves, I return to the room and stack the pieces up so that people walking around in the hall don’t see that I’ve destroyed the posters. I then go to the room nextdoor where my husband is working to ask him what he thinks I should do. He is in the middle of a presentation and I don’t want to disturb him, so I go back to my own work room.

I realize that it is hopeless. There is no way that I can put the posters back together and I will probably lose my job. I decide to leave the workplace forever before I’m identified. I step out into the hall and hear the theme song for Star Wars. I stop and listen for a minute and realize that it is the first one, Episode 4, and that it is being played in a theater. I walk around in the halls until I find a theater and I look through the window in the door to see Darth Vader and the storm troopers boarding the rebel ship, looking for Leah. I’ve never seen Star Wars in the theater before. I go in to watch, but then I see my supervisor in the audience so I decide to leave.

In which I find a boy in my linen closet…

I’m in my childhood home, walking down the main hall which has bedrooms on the right and left and ends at a linen closet. I open the door to the linen closet and tangled up among the tall pile of folded and stacked blankets is a young boy, maybe six or seven years old. He favors my brother with pale skin and blonde hair, but I know he is a different boy. His head is resting on the top blanket while his arms and legs are folded between the blankets below. He is sleeping peacefully.

I glance away, and when I look back, the boy is deformed. His limbs and neck are twisted around the blankets because he has muscular dystrophy and can’t straighten himself out. I realize with some horror that he has been stuffed in the closet to hide him. I reach in to help him out and touch his arm: he is dead. I panic. There is a dead body in my linen closet and I start to worry that the police will blame me for murdering someone. Then in a flash, I fear that I’ve put the boy’s body there. He resembles my brother so much that I start to worry that it is my brother. I force myself to look at his face carefully, and he opens his eyes and grimaces.

In which I have five cats that are mostly reincarnations of cats I‘ve had in the past…

My husband and I are in our bedroom unpacking our suitcase and five cats jump out. Three are large, fluffy adult cats and two are small adolescents, not quite kittens but not adults either. Our dog immediately tries to chase one of the cats, but we tell her no and make her sit on her bed. Then we explain to her that the cats are “puppies” and that she has to be friends with them. She decides to sit in her bed and observe for a while before trying to play with them.

Two of the cats look just like pets from my childhood. One looked like my childhood cat, Dusty, a large Siamese who my parents already had when I was born and who died the year I started high school. I was very close to this cat. The other cat looked like Doofus who was my grandmother’s old blind grey cat. The two similar cats who popped out of my husband’s suitcase were newer versions of the older cats. I explained to my husband that when I was a baby, I had a stuffed Snoopy doll that I loved very much and carried with me everywhere. I couldn’t say “Snoopy” so I called it “Poopy”. By the time I was three years old, it was torn and dirty. My parents bought me a new stuffed Snoopy doll to replace it but I loved the old one so much I wouldn’t let it go. Instead, I started carrying around both the old and the new dolls and loved them both. One was called Poopy and the other was Snoopy. These cats were just like those dolls. They were not Dusty and Doofus but were newer versions of them. Their names are Gusty and Goofus. When I petted Gusty, she curled up in my lap, dignified, and wanted to be petted over the top of the head and under the neck just like Dusty. Goofus wanted to explore the room by herself and be left alone.

The third adult cat was a really fluffy fat long-haired cat that looked like a Persian. He was a lover, and I told my husband that he had the same personality as McKenzie, the cat I got in high school and had through college when I met my husband. The new cat looked nothing like McKenzie except that he was just as fat, but he acted just like him. He playfully batted at our hands and rubbed his body against our legs and arms. I named him Lover Boy.

The two younger cats confused me. They ran around together as a pair playing and bouncing off one another and were not very interested in us. I told my husband that one of them must be a reincarnation of KittyCat who was McKenzie’s companion and lived until very old age. But neither of the kittens looked or acted like KittyCat. And I had no idea who the second young cat was. We wondered at this for a while and then decided to name them Kip and Kiddo.

I played with the cats for a while and woke up.

In which I still have five cats and a crazy lady tries to give me 13 injections…

Even though I woke up for a while, I fell right back into the cat dream.

The five cats now had a really bad case of fleas that was affecting our dog too. We figured it was because they’d been in the suitcase for a while and hadn’t had any flea treatment. But we didn’t want to double dose them with Frontline if they’d already had flea treatment as too much Ivermectin can cause problems in some animals. We called a veterinary nurse practitioner who makes house calls.

A fat brown haired woman in a purple sweater arrives at our house. She smells of dogs and cigarettes. She looks at the cats and says she will have to take them in for testing. We help her round them up with a butterfly net. Only Goofus seems distressed. I’m worried about the cats while they are away and make the woman promise that she will not give them any treatment until she consults me first.

She comes back the next day with two large duffle bags. She unzips the first bag, and dozens of cats jump out. There are cats of all shapes, sizes and colors running around the house. I tell the lady that we’ve become cat women. I’m happy to have all the cats running around, but the lady speaks to me accusingly. She says that these are all the kittens of my five cats. She said that I’ve been an irresponsible owner and didn’t neuter and spay them. I argue with her because this is untrue. Gusty, Goofus and Lover Boy have all been neutered and spayed, and Kip and Kiddo are too young to have babies. The veterinary nurse practitioner admits that I’m correct and explains that she had me confused with someone else. We then run around looking for my five cats to separate from the others which she will have to take back to someone else’s house. Lover Boy is easy to find because he comes when I call him. Goofus is anti-social but wise. She has already figured out what is going on and she is waiting by the bedroom door. We put them both in the bedroom and herd the other cats into the living room. Gusty then rubs herself on my legs. I tell her that she can stay out in the living room but that she has to stay close to me so that she doesn’t get lost in the crowd of cats. The fat lady and I are left searching for Kip and Kiddo. They are lost in the mass of cats. She pulls out her butterfly net again and starts gathering up cats, inspecting each scoop for Kip and Kiddo, and then dropping the other cats into her bag. Finally, we find my two adolescent cats and put them in the bedroom with Lover Boy and Goofus.

The fat veterinary nurse and I sit down at my kitchen table. My dog Lucy sits under the table at my feet and Gusty sits on the table near my hand. The lady opens her second bag and pulls out a bunch of syringes. She drops one on the floor and my dog picks it up with her mouth. I take it from her and notice that it is a giant needle - the sort that doctors use for spinal taps. I hand it to her and notice how chaotic and unhygienic her practice is.

The lady explains that fleas are a super organism like ants or bees. The live in colonies and share a large consciousness. She says that the fleas that have inhabited the cats are the same as the ones who live in the carpet and on my dog and even on my own skin. She says that we can kill any of them and this will eventually kill them all because they all must stay alive for the super organism to function. The tests she ran on my five cats reveal that they’ve already had a recent dose of Ivermectin so she doesn’t want to give it to them again. Instead, she wants to inject me and my dog with some flea treatments, and it will eventually spread to the cats.

First I protest because I’ve never seen flea medication given as an injection. Usually it is topical or in a pill form. She says that we have a serious infestation and this would not be enough. Next I argue that I’m not sure if it is safe for people. She makes me feel guilty for putting something on an animal that I’m not willing to put on myself. I agree to take a shot.

I look at the syringes strewn out across the table and ask her which one she is going to use. I’m really worried about that giant spinal tap syringe. She explains that she is going to use all of them. I count them and see that there are 14. I tell her that this doesn’t make any sense and that I must be dreaming. She argues that I can’t be dreaming because in a dream, I don’t know how to count. I accept that this is true and then get really worried about what to do. She says she is going to put seven shots in one arm and six in the other. I tell her that this is only 13 and she says that the 14th, the spinal tap syringe, will go to my dog.

I’m about to submit, to accept that this woman is a professional and that I should trust her when I remember that I do have free will and that I don’t need to be bullied. I tell her that I’m uncomfortable with her explanations and that I can’t trust her with something so potentially dangerous as injecting substances into my body and my dog’s body. She tries to make me feel guilty and says I just won’t do it because I’m afraid of all the shots. I admit that I am afraid of the shots too, but that I’m more afraid of getting a staph infection or brain damage. I tell her to leave and help her gather up her syringes. She doesn’t even remove the needles from them and she pokes herself once.

In which I rediscover a childhood possession and wake up crying…

I wake up (in my dream) thinking about the little stool that my great grandmother made me when I was a little girl. It was a multi-colored embroidered round seat standing about a foot and a half off the ground on four little wooden legs. She gave it to me when I was only six or seven years old, and by the time I was in high school it was so wobbly that I couldn’t use it to sit or stand on anymore but kept as a sentimental item. I know that I held on to it through college, but I’m not sure what happened to it after that. I lay in bed thinking about it for a long time and then remembered that I planted it in my garden. I realized suddenly that this was foolish since it the exposure to the elements would destroy it, so I ran outside in my robe and started searching my garden for it.

My garden was a multi-layered biosphere. Up above my head was a tree canopy with tall flowers sticking out. At eye level were the tops of rose bushes and tropical plants. Below this were shrubs, holly and nandina. Ground level was ivy and daffodils. Frogs jumped about the garden and I followed them because my great-grandmother loved frogs and I knew they would lead me to her stool.

I found the stool beneath an umbrella of iron plant leaves. I’d planted the wooden legs in the ground and had to dig it up. I carried it inside and got back in bed with it. My husband and I examined it from our bed.

The embroidery on the top had faded completely and the cloth had a small tear from which some of the stool top’s stuffing was visible. I touched this stuffing and was surprised how soft the material was. My husband stuck his hand inside it too, and it expanded. Beneath the embroidered surface cloth were dozens of pieces of fabric including fine silk saris and down quilts. We pulled the fabric out until we were buried in our bed under a mountain of colorful cloth.

My stool appeared to be destroyed. I picked it up by the four legs and set it on the ground, now deflated and without a stool surface. But then I saw that the bottom of the stool was hardwood and that it contained a leaf inside like a dining room table that can be expanded. I pulled it open and my stool became a beautiful hardwood table, about four feet by two feet. Folded down over the table was a delicate metal music stand made of a fine pattern of intertwined roses. I flipped it up and sat in front of it, smiling.

“Look,” I told my husband, “now I can sit on the floor and play my guitar in front of this!”

In which the houses on our street turn into pilgrims and play hockey…

I step outside on my front porch. I look at the houses across the street. They all turn into giant cartoon pilgrims. They have top hats, beards, buckle toe shoes and farmers clothes. They are a long row of identical pilgrims. All at once, they pull out hockey sticks and start playing street hockey.

In which my safety word is “Colorado”…

I was engaged in a relatively tame sex game with two men I didn’t know very well. I don’t think the details are appropriate to explain here! But what I thought was really interesting is that I told the guys that my safety word (which is the word you say to end the sex game) was “Colorado”. Once I woke up, I realized that this is also my name here on this website so I must’ve been thinking about dreaming at some level. I don’t live in Colorado or anything like that so I don’t think it could mean anything else.

at first i was running along the sidewalk with a group of kids following my middle school teachers. I ran after them and then went in my eigth grade classroom and compared muscles with my teacher i told cosgriff i was much stronger then him now. After that i put my head down on the desk and my 6th grade teacher started singing in spanish Ago pongo digo trago dago vango bango conduscos anos de los verbos dey oingo poingo ultra vez and then i woke up singing the words in my headd

#1: Estava havendo um concurso de músicos na minha cidade, onde vieram vários músicos famosos e algumas pessoas tinham que hospedá-los. Lembro que minha família hospedou Lady Gaga, e eu mandei uma mensagem para o Gabriel "Lady Gaga está na minha casa!". Mas, após enviar a mensagem (eu estava andando ao redor da piscina), eu não conseguia mais encontrar ela.

#2: Eu estava no meu quarto atendendo o telefone. Era de um banco (ou algo assim), querendo falar com o meu pai. Eu disse para a mulher que ele não estava. (Eu estavan andando entre as duas camas, em direção à TV).

Após algum evento no colégio, ocorreu uma gincana. Eu lembro que no meu grupo estavam eu, Fernando (meu irmão), Carol Delfino e Chayene. Pegamos um Jeep que estava estacionado na frente do colégio e começamos as atividades. Primeiro, deixamos Chayene em Florianópolis, enquanto terminaríamos as outras atividades. Fernando estava dirigindo o Jeep, enquanto eu e Carol estávamos sentados no fundo.
Lembro que parte da gincana consistia em beber de algum líquido e levar o copo como prova. Descemos uma colina com o Jeep (onde eu falei "Isso ta com cara de pegadinha, viu" [o momento mais próximo de ter ficado lúcido]), e paramos na frente de um restaurante, onde Chayene estava nos esperando. Fomos lá dentro pedir os copos, e, na volta, encontrei um grupo formado por Lucas Amaro e Juliano (irmão de um amigo meu). Vi que eles estavam tão adiantados quanto a gente, e tentei correr para passar deles, mas minhas pernas não aguentavam (provavelmente por ser um sonho).
Nisso, já estávamos no pátio do colégio, e, na primeira brecha desse grupo, tentei correr para passar deles. Mas em pouco tempo eles me alcançaram, e lembro que Lucas disse, em um tom sarcástico "E aííí, Leonardo!".

Não lembro exatamente por que, mas eu estava na sala de aula e fui bater uma foto do Lucas Leopoldo e de sua namorada. Quando fui tirar a foto, várias pessoas ficaram atrás deles e fizeram um coração enorme. Achei a ideia interessante. Em um outro momento, vi que haviam uma vaca, uma cabra, um gato, uma galinha e um ovo na sala (não me perguntem). Decidi bater uma foto disso. Os animais montaram uma pirâmide, sendo que o ovo e a galinha ficaram em cima do gato, que estava em cima da cabra que estava em cima da vaca (?).
Acidentalmente, a cabra comeu o ovo da galinha, estragando a foto. Fiquei nervoso e dei um empurrão nela. A cabra ficou nervosa e veio tentar me atacar. Consegui evitá-la com os pés rapidamente.
Bateu o sino para o recreio, então desci e fui para o pátio da rampa (que possuia uma rampa do lado oposto da que já existe).
Gustavo e Gabriel estavam brincando de jogar uma shuriken de papel um para o outro. Resolvi me juntar a eles. Várias vezes a shuriken caiu em baixo da rampa que não existe. Então, chegou o Arnaldo com uma bola de vôlei, então desistimos da shuriken. Em um momento, eu e Arnaldo nos desentendemos, mas acabou tudo bem. Em outro momento, eu recebi a bola e dei um chute de trivela, que fez a bola bater em uma máquina de refrigerante, em um freezer e entrar na cantina. Eu rapidamente me virei para a mesa onde meus amigos estavam sentados (na tentativa de disfarçar), enquanto Arnaldo entrou na cantina para pegar a bola.

Good morning, everybody. I remember four dreams from last night.

Dream #1

I was in a big airplane, either in the cockpit or near it while its door was open. In the plane were just me, the pilot, and one of my male friends. The sky outside was grey and wet.

We were taxiing down a runway. We picked up speed, as if we were going to take off. But we weren't getting up enough speed, in my opinion.

I could see from outside and just above the plane. The runway we were on looked way too short for our plane to get up enough speed to take off.

We taxied around the runway roads, clockwise, trying to loop back around and hit the long runway again with a little bit of momentum so we could build up enough speed to take off.

But somehow we ended up (as if we had been travelling counterclockwise) driving the plane outside of the airstrip and onto a strip of road before a large, Victorian-style house. The house was adjacent with the chain-link fence bordering the airport.

A military man in camouflage stood beside the airplane, talking with the pilot, as if he were just standing beside the window of some bus, not a huge airplane. The military man was older, white, tanned, with shortish, square-cut, white hair.

The military man said that the town in which this airport was located was being evacuated soon, anyway. Once it was evacuated, nobody would mind us using the public streets as a runway. That way we could easily get up enough speed to take off.

The military man said, "Heck, maybe even some of the people we evacuate out of the town would like to fly some planes with you!"

Somebody, maybe I, suggested that we get "some of those little planes" (in my mind's eye I saw cone-shaped planes maybe 3-4 meters long, painted white with red triangles pointing away from the nose). The "little planes" could easily get up enough speed to take off from a small runway like this.

We drove the plane away. The military man said he'd order some of "those little planes." He may even have started talking with a younger military man about the order.

It was now night. I stood before the Victorian house, in some little niche set between the wall and the staircase up to the front door. In the niche was an old-style, wooden podium. The podium may have held a big book.

I was probably here to talk to the military man regarding the little planes. I wasn't trying to speed up the order. I was actually trying to figure out what the planes were, to see if they were the right things to use. But I figured my being here to ask about the planes would make me look impatient, and that I'd get on the military's bad side because of it, if I didn't do things the right way.

Somebody came out to talk to me. He was a younger soldier, in formal dress, even a hat (which kind of looked like a Nazi hat). He explained a few things to me about the higher-ups' names. I tried to keep it all in mind.

The man saluted me. I was so surprised that I saluted back, with tears in my eyes (for some reason). Somehow I could see the man reflected in my tears, as if the tears were the surface of sunglasses.

I was alone again. I turned to the book in a frenzy. I had just forgotten everything the man had told me. The high-up military man's name was Wellinghoff. Or was it Norris? I couldn't remember. And I couldn't remember the correct titles of all the higher-ups, either.

Dream #2

I was in a bookstore or library. It had an old feel to it. It was all made of wood. It was open, with a ground level and probably a balcony level running along the walls. The ceilings were very high. The center of the store was mostly small, wide tables with books displayed on the. The walls were lined with shelves.

I saw, from high up, a couple of my female friends. One of them was aw woman I haven't seen since college. I decided to go say hi to them.

To get to them I began climbing down a wooden pole about 20cm in diameter. I was climbing down the pole head first for a way. Then I did some weird kind of fllip move so that I was climbing down feet first.

I ended near some small, tight, spiral staircase, for which this long pole may have served as a support column. The pole seemed to end a couple meters above the ground. I had to jump the rest of the way down. The two women were right nearby.

I slowly, flexibly reached away from the pole. I relaxedly leapt away from the pole, almost as if I were floating away from it. I landed very softly on my feet.

Thinking that the women would think I was showing off with all I had just done (I wasn't exactly sure myself how I had done it), I started talking naturally to act like nothing had happened.

I began fumbling through a couple of books and even something that looked like a mix between a woman's wallet with a tiny mirror on the front. The wallet may have been a dark blue suede, and it may have had some black and white photo of a famous actress or famous work of art on it.

Dream #3

I was in a department store. The store looked kind of cheap and run-down. I was now at the counter, getting my stuff rung up. The person ringing me up was a woman, but I don't know if she was older or younger.

Something went wrong, and the woman needed to wait before she charged me. I decided to walk around the store some more.

Off to the left of the cash register and a little ways away was a rack of really cheap-looking lingerie. For some reason, I decided to look through it. I took a few items off the rack, as if I were either going to buy them or try them on.

At some point, I came to the conclusion that I was in a Victoria's Secret.

I looked down into a plastic tub (?) which had a few stray pairs of panties inside. I figured that if I was buying or trying on the lingerie, I'd also need to try on some panties. So I tried to pick some out.

I remember one pair of panties that was like a thong, pale yellow, with a cottony back and a sheer, net-like front with flower designs on it. Another pair was like briefs. The material was blue like denim. But it had a weird, scaly look and feel.

Just to my left was a window wall. Just beyond the wall was another rack of lingerie. A big, tall, black man in a black t-shirt and sunglasses was fingering through the lingerie. I could see that he was also looking for articles of lingerie to try on.

Dream #4

I was in "my shower," which was a shower-only stall. It was set into the end of the narrow bathroom.

Either my shower curtain had broken or I had decided I'd needed to adjust it somehow. I took the curtain off the rod. Then I tried to put it back on.

I suddenly realized that by taking the curtain off the hook I'd screwed everything up. The curtain was actually just a gigantic plastic bag, like an enormous version of a grocery bag. The bag had been folded around the rod and against the wall (even into holes in the wall?) in so many weird ways that I likely couldn't replicate it.

I figured I'd do my best and try to re-do things. I was up on the wall, looking down on the shower curtain. I don't know how I was up there -- possibly by holding myself in place by doing the splits and holding each foot against the wall? I began working on the gigantic plastic bag.

Cant remember much detail about last nights dreams(maybe thats a good thing), they were very fragmented and vague.

In a desert landscape, there's a house and I am having sex with this women... eventually it ended and I leave feeling unsatisfied.

...This time I am sitting with my nephew he is actually about 16 but in the dream he is just a child, he asks if I want to play a game. I said sure so he hands me an identical toy gun to his. “Let see who can spin this the longest” pointing to the cylinder of the gun. Strange it was almost as if he didn't know it was a gun he had in his hand. Anyway I play with him a bit and I notice that the guns are actually pellet guns. So I explain this my nephew whom seemed amazed. I then have a look at his gun and see that the spring mechanism isn't working. I then try to fix it...

... weird dream about these four dancers dressed all in black and one is a little chubby fat kid but boy could he spin on his head.

...at an awards ceremony and there are 3 rock musicians dressed in drag accepting an award. I get the impression that they are not gay, it seems its just an act to make them stand out. The one musician who accept the award says, “ Thank You, now I can finally get changed into something normal”

November 28, 2010

I fell asleep thinking about Corrie (I was watching it at work, earlier) and watched a scene take shape around me. I seemed to be looking through Sophie's eyes. I was in a room with Kevin and Rosie, eating some cookies Rosie had made.

They started making me feel ill, and she started laughing, saying they were a prank. I got really upset. There was a handbag nearby, which the dream very quickly told me was a present from her to me. I started dumping things out of it, saying I didn't want it. She told me she bought it cos she really wanted it, and knew that after this prank, I would give it back to her. The nerve!

Jack woke me up, and as I laid in bed, seeing if I could pass out again for another hour, I wondered... what's the deal with really expensive handbags anyways? Why would anyone shell out thousands of dollars for something to carry things in? <- Rhetorical question, btw

November 22, 2010

Lucid fragment involving me trying to choose a dream. I kept getting "Dream Serial # 2250." I was trying to upgrade my dream to "Dream Serial # 5000."

November 23, 2010

I don't remember anything before this, but I remember pinching my nose to check for dreaming. I could breathe, so I tried again to be sure. I sucked in a huge long breath through my pinched nose and I was satisfied. It's too bad I couldn't see anything. I calmly waiting for a scene to take shape around me. I tried to imagine maybe being inside a room or something. Nothing, and I soon woke up.

November 18, 2010

I was in school... but the exact location I was at looked remarkably like the area at work where the main floor electrical room is at. Don't remember why I was there, but this class mate (DC-male) found me, and led me back to class. He put his arm around my waist, which made me think, "Wow, he's friendly... well, alright just go with it..."

Back in class, it seems they were setting up to watch a film on the projector screen. I was going to go back to my seat, but the guy (we'll call him Charlie, for kicks) suggested I could take one of those empty chairs in the corner and sit next to him.

Well... alright. I did so, and he leaned against me for cuddles. "Oh dear. This is definitely going a bit too far. I should tell him I'm with Jack, but I don't want to hurt his feelings..."

The dream dissolved and as I was lying in bed, thinking over the dream, I thought, "Oh, just a dream... I should've just gone for it and gotten lucky then!" "But I don't want some random stranger DC... I want Darren."

And so, I had an image of Darren come before me... we talked... hinted towards DTD. He was totally game. Not to go into too much detail, for the sake of your stomaches, but we didn't get very far when I heard a tiny little voice call out, "Daaaaaad?"

"It's so hard to get any privacy when you have kids!" Darren said.

"Haha, yeah... It's probably nothing, just ignore it," I said. Try to will the voice away...

But the kid was persistent for Darren's attention. I sighed in defeat. "Alright, lets go check on him," I said.

There was an adorable little blonde haired boy laying in bed. He complained he felt sick. I felt his forehead, and it didn't feel alarmingly hot to me. Darren did the same. He discussed taking him to the hospital anyways, but Darren said it should be okay, but we'll keep an eye on him. Dream dissolved.

Alright... here's the deal. I was going to bed just now and noticed I wrote something in my DJ in the middle of last night that I don't remember writing... I don't remember anything from this entry, I don't remember waking up and writing in my DJ and this entry in my notebook is full of spelling errors and I obviously wrote that in the dark because it's all messed up. Here it goes...

• My brother needed to measure my bedroom while I was trying
• He said he needed to talk to me about something important
• He went too see our upstairs neighbors to tell them to put their music down
• I went to the corner store with my ex in the middle of the night (I still see her often and we actually do that sometimes)

Now even if I don' remember a thing, I double checked everything and yes, I did dream it all.

Making these posts online has helped my dream activity but tonight was the exception, though not totally boring. They can't all be gems I guess.


Dream 1: The Loading Docks
I was outside and I came to a building I recognized from a previous dream and entered this huge loading dock for the larger truck types. There were maybe 15 or 20 loading bays for trucks to pull up and unload, which made for a very long warehouse. This time there were only a few people milling around, not working. I assumed they were dreamers dreaming of their work conditions and started to explore. The place was huge beyond anything I have ever heard or seen and it was so huge that it killed any desire for me to survey trillions of crates piled high with boxes. So I started to do some jumps and flips (which are really short flights).
I imagined having a light-saber and then I did (the two sided type) and an opponent appeared also with a light-saber. I knew this opponent was just a replicant (a self created dream character tied to my mind for its continued existence). I spared with it a little doing some really cool in-air flips and jumps in a small mock fight. It was a little like the Matrix meets Star Wars. The replicant did not attack because I wanted to do all the moves myself, I wanted to feel the feeling of spinning through the air and coming down to the ground with a mean clash of our sabers! It was pretty cool. After I got my fill I smiled to myself, looked around at the boring warehouse and intended to leave the dream.
I awoke a bit but didn't think it was important enough to write down.

Dream 2: Warehouse #2
Finding myself in yet another drab warehouse got me pissed off. This one was different being much darker and much smaller and had guys working hard loading the one truck and there was an actual staff doing different jobs as well. "More dreamers toiling away." Not only all this but after a few minutes I could feel the radiation (telepathic emotions) of the supervisor, who was operating a forklift, and he was hating me for not helping out like I was lazy! There was NO WAY I was going to work at this crappy-assed job while I am SLEEPING! So I milled around a bit to get him off my case, I didn't want him to create a scene. I made like I worked there and people started to say "hey" or nod their heads to me as I walked, up an aisle, by their work stations. They were assembling some electronic equipment parts in little spaces under the large metallic shelving and each station had one florescent light above. It reminded me of a place I had visited before but I could feel the place's vibe and it was different so I continued walking. I walked up to a lady assembling something at a workstation at the end, and blocking the end a bit, of the aisle I was walking up. There were some cables on the floor and when I paused to step over them she said hello. I nodded a curt hello and stepped over the cables and other assorted junk to get beyond her station. I did npt want to be nice to anyone lest they pull me into their dream activities. One moment your saying hello and the next your lucidity is gone and your doing things you had no intention of doing, the dreamers can pull me into their illusion the more I interact with them I have found. There was a long aisle beyond her station but with no people in it, just boxes and metallic shelving.
Awoke a little angry at the tedium of my nighttime activities but to be fair I had not gone to bed soon enough and was letting fate, or whatever, pick the places I was in.

Needed to cover a house from the sun. used sandwich meat pieces. 6 cats lived on the 2nd story of the house, it was white. I was trying to DVR the geico woodchucks commercial

There were a few people in a duty room talking about girls that liked punk music. I showed them my songs online then stopped and pulled out my acoustic guitar. It was baby blue. When i picked it up out of the guitar case it was like a big pillow and the neck bent and it was fluffy. When i sat down to start playing it it looked like a guitar again. I needed a tuner so i asked my friend to grab it, and he said here lemme just do it. He played a cool melody and was like yep it's in tune. So i moved the capo to where i needed it and started trying to play. I couldnt get my fingers on the write notes and started just winging chords that sounded okay. I got nervous and told them i was just warming up. I then realized that the neck of the guitar was HUGE and i couldnt get my fingers to the strings. So i grabbed another guitar (one that i actually have) and started to play. Then i woke up.

Sam Meyer Joined the coast guard, John and tabitha were there we were all partying and she got sick and started throwing up so he brought her to the bathroom. Sam, Myself and 2 guys from boot camp were callin Sam "Tim Jangles". I was making whistling noises and making a hick voice. We were in a big package store with shoes and stuff. People from my station were there all laughing.