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$&%*!!!??? It's been a month since my last entry! That makes me feel bad... I need to stay up to date on this.

~So there are a few dreams I remember, or at least fragments. There were some vampire pigs in the back of a truck, a big hidden room in the top of my school, and one where I became friends with the phantom of the opera and he ended up being a nice guy.

~Last night's dream: I was in a large, odd building. Everything inside was just kind of fantastical, all strangely shaped and kind of difficult to describe. There were several round tables in the room I was in, and a few people were seated at each one. Some type of meeting was going to happen. Then a man appeared towards the front of the room. He had red hair a little longer than shoulder length, and wore a fedora-type hat tilted down to cover the top half of his face. All you could see was a nose and mischievous grin. He had a cape/cloak/whatever you want to call it, and old style clothes: a button up jacket with coattails, neck ruffle, kind of pointed shoes. It was all black, except for the stripe around his hat, which was purple. He had a red rose in one hand. (I tried to draw a picture of him, but everyone said it looked like a pimp... )
This fellow bounded across the room and proceeded to make a woman vanish with just a wave of his arm. Then he had a few doves fly out of his sleeve, and the single rose turned into a boquet. Having caught everyone's attention, he told us to go to the elevator. It was a big round platform connected to a curved wall. We all stepped on, Mr. Magician tipping his hat to me as he passed (squee ), and the platform began to rise. When it stopped, everyone had to grab a ledge that was a little over five and a half feet up and pull themselves to the second floor. Why the elevator couldn't just go up a bit more, I don't know. But I was too short to reach the ledge, so I stood there dejectedly, and then woke up.

~~~~I am making a solemn vow to write in a notebook DJ every morning and whenever I wake up at night, and to try my hardest to get on DV at least once a week, hopefully twice. Hold me to this, people.

I am at a rectangular table with J and some other people. It is some sort of grilling session. I am going to take the PSATs the next day but I decide I don't want to and announce it. I'm getting a burger.

At school with Mr. W and some other, people, we are riding out something HUGE. As in like a massive storm or possibly an apocalypse. There are six of us including Wasek. One of the others is K. We seem to be in a modified, more spacious version of my kitchen. I keep on trying to get alcohol out of the freezer (or it might have been the fridge) and put it into one of the numerous pewter glasses that are everywhere but I keep getting distracted. Mr. W talks to me about how a certain article was a metaphor for WWI, showing the greed of the WWI generals (he is my history teacher). He showed this to me on the right page of a textbook open on the round table, he was sitting across from me. Textbook was a pale blue. K and his two friends came in after that and they brought pirogies and something else. The priogies were cooked with an even brownness on the two sides but they were cold in a rectangular black container with a clear top. I told K I wanted him to heat them up someone said to me they were already cooked but I insisted. Mr. W was marking us off as if we had completed something. Some of the people were girls. Opening fridge talking with K about pirogies near cabinet with the glasses, Mr. W stayed at the round table.

I was always afraid of bees in my dreams, I could handle anything attacking me which was bigger than a dog. an oncomming swam of bees would give me a heart attack.

I dreamt i was home, i was in the back porch which had a magnificent view of green lush froest leading down to the sea. I looked down and saw a dark cloud approaching, instintively I knew what dream I was in. the ones with bees. I began to prepare the house for the uncoming unslot of the bees attack. I closed all the doors and windows. when I came to the front door I closed it. I truned around to go back to the back porch and I got this feeling that something was wrong, when i looked at the front door again it was broken down and old, I could of died right there. I tried to fix it but nothing i do seam to work. by that time the the first arrived at the house. I knew I could kill some of them but I could not kill all.

so I decided to fly to the beach, which was about 10miles away. I flew straight up into the air trying to get over the swam. I was already geting stung, but I knew I had to bear the pain of a few stings than being sting by the whole swam. I finaly reached the beach and submerged myself in the water. I was watching bees flying and hovering over the water. I was feeling safe. I was not the only person taking refuge in the water.

suddenly I heard people start to scream out in pain, I got out of the water only to see man size beez walking through the water and kill everone in the water. will that was too much for me to handdle. Time to end this dream so I did It the old fashion way, shouting my name and saying wakeup wake up.

this was a reccuring nightmare and was the first time i lasted so lone in it. normally I would panic and wake myself up when I realize its one of those bees dream or when i see the size of the swam

10/23/2011
Dream Fragment
I had lost my job at AAA. I remember being really depressed about being back in the job hunting scene, in a horrible economy. Eventually, I had to go back to working at the shit-hole telemarketing place, I'd recently come from. Horrible, horrible dream.

10/24/2011
"Corner Store K.O."

I was heading to a liquor store. The outside of the liquor store looked like the outside of the Bull Dog Pub, which is a little tavern at the corner of a small shopping plaza, near my old job. There was an old woman standing outside the door, slinging weed. I was gonna get some from her, but told her I had to get change first, and went inside. The inside of the store looked like any normal liquor store, and I walked around a bit, with a taste for tequila, trying to find a bottle of it. After a while, I found what I was looking for and went up to the counter, to pay.

Standing in a short line of people, I was idly looking at the counter, and a slender, young white guy stepped away from it, after paying for his liquor. He already seemed to have a scowl on his face, but his mood apparently took a turn for the worst, when he noticed that I was looking in his direction. Deviating from his initial path toward the door, he glared at me intently, coming out with something along the lines of "what the fuck are you looking at, huh?" A little put-off by this, I think I simply shrugged my shoulders, or something. This enraged him even further, and he stepped in front of me, his eyes seeming as if he was trying to bore a hole through my skull.

By now, his face was mere inches from mine, and he just started going off, saying something like "did I say I wanted you to fuckin look at me? I don't think so..." I had been trying to exercise a little restraint, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to respond. I said "wait, wait....so let me get this straight...just because you don't want me looking at you...you actually expect me not to look at you? Really?" with a quirk of my eyebrow. Someone in the line couldn't help but snicker at my question. The dude with the temper didn't find it all that funny. He glanced over at the person that snickered, then back at me, and completely blew up. He went into a full-on tirade, practically spitting his long string of curses and threats in my face, like some Drill Sergeant with a God complex.

After a few short seconds of listening to this guy profess about how he was about to kick my ass, and holding in the urge to just fire back with some words of my own, I finally assessed that this guy was truly looking for a fight, and I wasn't about to let him throw the first punch. So, in the middle of his tirade, without giving a single bit of warning, I swung my right palm up and into the side of his head, smacking it to one side and directly into the stone wall that was to my left (his right). His head bounced of the stone with a dull thump, knocking him unconscious and dropping him to the floor. The man was only out for about five seconds and, seeing him groggily regain consciousness, I reached down and gently picked him up to his feet, brushing him off and saying "hey, man, are you ok? Wow. You just kinda blacked out there." He obviously had absolutely no idea what the hell had just happened. He looked at me with a bit of dazed gratitude, and staggered out the door.

Just kind of laughing at the whole situation, I stepped to the counter and paid for my tequila. I got the change that I had intended to get, and walked out to meet the old lady on the corner. Instead of the old lady I'd seen, before, it was another old woman (whom I believe might have been in a wheelchair?), in her place. She said that she as 'taking over the shift' of the woman before her, and she sold me the bag.

When driving away from the store, I vaguely remember something about seeing someone dressed as the Joker (if not, actually, the Joker) walking into the store.

10/20/2011
Dream Fragment One
All I really remember is a brief fragment of having sex with a girl whom I don't really recognize.

Dream Two:
"The Kidnap Kid"

My daughter had been kidnapped. I went to the police, but they were proving to be kind of useless. They were taking way too long to find her, and forbade me from taking matters into my own hands, or they would persecute me to the fullest extent of the law. It seemed that the person's main target had been me, to begin with, but when they couldn't get their hands on me, they had decided to go after CJ instead. I was just seething about the whole thing. I wanted so bad to start my own, personal manhunt, but I tried to exercise as much restraint as humanly possible, to let the law do its job. My patience was wearing extremely thin.

The police had put me under some kind of 'protection', where I had to leave my house and stay with some old guy, in an unfamiliar home. I remember him giving me a tour of his house, showing me where he keeps a pistol - just in case - and where the best place in the house is to hide, where I can still get a good vantage point with the pistol, if need be.

Later, the kidnapper's identity was discovered, and it turned out to be some little bad-ass kid, that was probably 13 years old or so. He'd brought her back, but was still furious about something or other. I don't remember much about this moment, but some kind of strange, Dragonball Z type of battle, in which CJ's hair was sticking straight up on her head, and she reminded me of young Gohan. Her and the kid had started fighting in the living room, and he'd given her a pretty good shot, which sent her sprawling across the floor. Out of nowhere, my mom came flying in from out of nowhere, dressed in something that reminded me of Chi-Chi (also from DBZ), whirling a staff or broom or something over her head. She landed in front of the kid and swatted the staff down onto his head with a loud 'CRACK', that I practically felt, myself. All action immediately ceased, and the little kid looked up with this enormous pout on his face, holding his head, and just calmly said "....ow..."

That was apparently the end of the fight, and the whole situation defused after that.

I dreamt that I was a member of a three man team, whose sole purpose was to protect our realm from being invaded form beings from another dimension. Each of us had special powers, one guy was strong the other guy was fast and me I could create things like the green Lantern. The Portal of entrance was in the basement of this unsuspecting house, a simple door. Our job was to make sure that nothing passes through that door.
We lived in the house, as normal no one in the neighborhood had a clue what dangers they were in. but there was this one lady who was convinced that we were doing something illegal in the house. She would pass by and look around, hoping to catch us doing something illegal. One day she happened to get down to the basement and one of the creatures from the other dimension disguised itself as people being held against their will, and when she looked through the viewing glass on the door she saw a lot of people who were asking for help. (Funny In the dream it was like I was looking through her eyes for a small moment). She came back the next day with the police and they broke down the door and let out a lot of the creatures. This is where things got interesting.
The creatures began to run a mock in my neighborhood. My two other partners was gathering up the creatures which took humanoid forms and was just roaming the streets harmlessly. They both were stronger than the creatures and were able to overpower them and take them back to the basement. I made energy rope which I used to lasso the creatures and drag them into the basement.
Then I was this ghastly creature, it looked like a female grim reaper, she moved through the crowed, and it’s like I am the only one who can see her. She turned to me dressed all in black with the hood and all, her cloth blowing unnaturally without any sign of wind blowing. And I know she was about to do something terrifying.
I had to stop this. What so I do, I tried to lasso her it did not work, so then she reached out her hand and touched someone on the street. I was a black, smoky substance mover from her hand and onto the person. Within seconds the person started to die. And then that person bumped into another person and that person started to die. Eventually people were starting to drop like flies. My colleague started to employ lethal force in order to contain the epidemic. I on the other had did not take any gun with me and I was in the middle of a crowd of possible infected people. So I generated a force field, the bloody force field started crawling up my legs very slowly, I taught this stinks, but I was covered mere seconds before someone tried to touch me.
Can’t remember the rest of the dream from there.

I was lucid in this dream, most of the time I only have one dream per night, and I go along with great dreams.

10-12-11

#ignore the asterisks

#anything in parenthesis are my thoughts after waking while recalling the dream. If there's colored text inside the parenthesis, it's my thought's during my dream.

Earlier. Around 4ish.
(After waking up, and doing couple of things, I went back upstairs.)
mantra:I will lucid dream, I'll do reality checks.
sn: I'm not too sure if I had a lucid. I'm thinking it might have been a false, but who knows?



I get stuck in Sleep Paralysis. Then I force myself out of it. I am in a car with Eric. Outside Stop&Shop? I think I remember standing...somewhere on the right side entrance. Really not sure what I was doing there.

Then I'm at the house. Outside near the wooden fence. Aside from the "JESUS" on the fence, there also seems to be a whole bunch of other writing as well. (I want to compare it to something from one of the assassin creeds, but I don't remember which one) I try to change some of it. And it works. Then I stabilize the dream. By rubbing my hands together. I don't remember what I did after this though.

Oct.25, Tue. No nap. Bed 11.30pm.

3.30am, 5am and 6am - either continuation of same dream, or something very similar. Was not able to make out any details even when I woke up from a dream and knew I had a dream.

Main dream - woke up at 7.30am.
I was in a house I grew up in but no longer live here IRL. I only come here to visit my parent and IRL I'm here right now.

I was taking care of 1-2kids about 4-7 years old. One lady came by with her kid(s) of same age and they befriended each other. Soon I became suspicious and confronted the other kid. Turned out she is not a kid, but she is 19 years old and trying to make my kid to do something bad. I kicked her out. By now, there was about 8 teenagers at the front door, trying to come in. I felt threatened. I tried to call 911, but couldn't make the numbers right, misdialed, couldn't hang up on a misdialed call, then my land lines were cut and I realized my cell is missing and realized that they had to come in a house already and steal my cell.

There was banging on a front door. I look out the window and see them walking outside like protesters or preaching something. I thought to call out for help as soon as first car comes by. Then I see a civilian car stopping at the house with lights flashing, like an undercover cop. I yell for someone to call police. Suddenly, there is a bunch of people on a street and I see a lady in civvies with a police badge on a sleeve. I know we are safe and wake up.