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I can't recall much of my dream. I just remember an odd fragment actually. I was studying a Greek text for my French course and, the author was called Lucide (French word for lucid... didn't even make a tilt in my head). It must have been talking about war since I remember imagining troops walking early in the morning, on a sunrise.

I'll change my sleep schedule because it might be the reason I can't remember my dreams very well. Also, I missed such a big dream sign I'm laughing about it now, :p

No WBTB until I'm better.

Also, I'm going to write this one as if it's a story. Let's see how this'll work out. The parts I don't remember will be represented as an ellipsis.

Expect it to jump around. There's going to be a few plot holes.



I could only use one element at a time, it seemed, represented by my failure to fuse rock and water. The mud born from the experiment sank me down to the bottom of the pond, where it then proceeded to restrict my movement. The room I was in was just large enough for a small pond, and a path around it that seemed to lead into the next room, marked by a dark doorway. The pond itself was wholly artificial, and resided within a large cubic indentation in the middle of the room. Lily pads of varying size and shape populated the surface of the somber-colored water, and every quick glance at the pond emulated within me the sense of danger that mixing elements presented me with. ...and jump from platform to platform, as you would in a game...on our adventure.


Anthony and I, along with some faceless friends, thought it best to use the rocket scooter. ...We knew we wouldn't be able to get out so easily. I took inventory of our surroundings. Snow blanketed the entire area, and business was booming. Crowds devoured the product stands, and tourists walked about the place. To my left, there was a stand built out of the walls of the enormous, inside-out hill we were all inside. While business was indeed flourishing, many people seemed eager to play in the water at the shore to my right. I could see through the hole above the stand in front of me that the Olympics were going to start soon. I looked up at the snowy hill we flew down, and could barely make out the top. The wall behind me responded to its doppelganger with a half-pipe sort of shape. With a bit of thought, I arrived at the idea of momentum. I mounted the rocket sled we came on and put my plan into action. It seemed to be working for a little bit, but I found myself sliding back down the hill only inches from my goal. Another man grabbed my attention when he grew frustrated with a similar problem to mine, and decided to dig his way out. Just then the dog was in many, tiny, blocky pieces, and committed a foul act on the red carpet. The house we were in consisted of only a single room, and a door to the road from where we came. There was a red couch at the far end of the room, and complemented the position of the door. Miscellaneous pictures and paintings hugged the maroon walls, and where there were none, there were windows from which I could make out the Olympic ditch far down below.


We needed to execute a quiet escape if we were going to get away from the experiments they were performing on human subjects. The sheer size of the island would be enough to discourage most people, but we were up to the task. Dylan and I kept our cool for the most part, but James Franco was nervous about our plan. The prison complex we were getting out of turned out easier to navigate than initially expected. Dylan's acid spit kept spewing from his mouth, and served as a constant reminder of the position we were in. We were out of the bulk of the complex, and we enter the night air. There wasn't much room on the metal rafters that we had to continue on. From the rafters, I could see the ocean. The calmness of the dark waters juxtaposed the danger we all faced. ...As I pulled myself up on the platform, I froze. The surveillance monkeys fled their cages, and knew their targets. I had to keep still until they turned away, and when they did, I seized my chance and climbed up. Hitler below me several stories down was not a happy fellow. James Franco chose a very bad time to have a nervous breakdown.

Sorry the third dream isn't written as strongly as the other two. I got lazy.

Also, I might do this again, but a little differently. I felt limited the way I did it this time.

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All i did was look at my grades in school on my computer, i saw I had a E in some random class i couldnt see and an F in Calculus, all my other grades were undecided. Im a very boring person aern't I ?
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I was at work ( i work at a restaurant) and all the tables were in different places, i checked where i was working and all the sections were messed up. The bartender, (middle aged vietnamese woman) kept saying something to me but i dont recall what it was.
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I was playing this weird game on a big yard, my cousin ryan was playing and some other people. We could not leave the grass onto the street but first when i looked at the edge it was a street at the end of the grass then there was a big river. I hid in the corner when my cousin ryan came after me and tried to throw a golf ball at me. I dodged and the golf ball went into the river. I tried to get it with the lacrosse stick in my hand but i couldnt reach it. Then ryan pushed me in and i was trying to get out but he was trying to take my hands off. This is where my dream ended.

DJ Log: November 11, 2011 – 3:45AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am walking along a dirt road on the edge of town with a guy, both of us barefoot and shirtless. On the left side of the road are a couple of houses and to the right is a large dirt field. We come upon a small junk yard and stop for a bit to look at it. I suggest that we dig around and try to find a junkyard car to drive around. The guy gives me a strange look, then keeps on walking.

As we're walking along, he spots a garden hose laying along the road. He picks up the end of the hose and starts stretching it out along the road. After a bit, he drops the end and keeps on walking. I pick up the end and drag the host out into a the field, then across a broken down fence row. I walk along for a bit, then climb up onto a fallen tree. As we're walking along on the tree, I see a couple of dead snakes hanging from the branches. One of them is a relatively fresh kill and the other is well decayed.

After a bit, we find another fallen tree that crosses over the one we are walking on. We climb up over it and continue walking. After a short while, I encounter a large sticker bush. I press through the first couple of branches, then decide that this is far enough and turn around. Once I get back to the spot where the two fallen trees cross, I find another dead snake. This one is well decayed and there are several large ants carrying small pieces of the rotten snake away. As I watch, the head of the snake moves, then I can see that several ants have severed the head from the snake and are trying to carry it away.

In order to avoid the ants, I step up onto a large branch and cross over top of the area where the ants are. As I climb along, I find another branch that goes back down to the main part of the tree. It's a bit difficult to climb over to the other branch as there are several broken branches in the way. I manage to push my way through a few branches and return to the tree. As I walk along, I can feel some of the ants walking around on my back. I reach back to brush them off, then continue walking along the tree. As I get to the end, I hold onto a broken branch and climb down off the tree, then I wake up.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream drove me up the wall. I classified it as a fragment because I'm unsure whether it was a bunch of small dreams back-to-back, or just a single long one.

I woke up in my bedroom, in the middle of the night in a false awakening. The room was dark, with a slight pale blue glow coming from underneath the bedroom door. I couldn't see anything but I was definitely in the right bed, with the covers almost completely over my head. I groggily put my head up a bit and looked at the red numbers of my digital clock on the lower side table (positioned to the left of my bed). They read properly, saying 1:47. I didn't think much of it and went back to sleep.

I woke up again and groaned, thinking I would have to get up for school soon. I was in the same bed with the same light coming from the door, darkness, and I looked at my clock. This time, it said 2:47. I exclaimed, "only one hour?" and put my head down again. This same pattern continued two more times, with the next times reading 3:48 and4:48. By the end of this string, I felt very pissed off and annoyed because I was only sleeping in hour-long increments. It was a little hard to tell if this was a dream at first, but the nature of this whole situation confirmed to me that it was a dream. I never wake up like this, and usually only wake up once (or not at all) during the night.

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I was listening to Danzig and Sex Gang Children on Last.fm while eating cheese and crackers.

11/11/11

NON-LUCID

I was inside of this mini-mart at a gas station. I was looking at the used items section. I saw binders and some useful things. There was a small binder that caught my eye. Then a person I knew is the cash register of the gas station and apparently I needed to show her my ID.



She thought I wasn’t 18 when I was paying for my stuff, so she writes something on my ID card and I got pissed at her. I asked the manager why she’s doing it, and on the back of it was “we like.”

What the hell?

Then the dream before that felt so long. I had to use my voice recorder to shoot something, like reconfiguring the controls before I actually played.




I had to shoot three times make some door open. I’m escaping in all of these random rooms, it was like being in a laboratory with gray metallic doors. Then when I get out, there were bright lights, as if I was in Las Vegas.



Then this girl in a gray convertible car and asked if she can help me find my way because I was lost.



The girl in the backseat behind me was apparently some royal figure’s daughter, and the friend helping me was helping her escape. She was probably just a present, but what I can remember is her wearing a green dress and was red-headed.



Then I have another dream where I’m doing the same configuration test, but there are more people who are newcomers. I ignore them and pressed the recorder 3 times to open the door. Then I’m in a college room the size of a congress meeting room.




It had red carpets and a yellowish-tint to the walls, but I think it was the walls. Then I’m going down to get to my seat and I was checking my batteries. I got mad because I didn’t have my cover for the recorder to conceal the batteries, but I found it on the floor and just fixed it.

Then I get out of the room but I can’t remember anything else.