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The setting is a downtown street in front on a club. It is daylight outside however It is around 11pm. It is winter and there is snow on the street and sidewalks. It is my birthday (even though my birthday is in the fall not winter) and I am upset because nobody is celebrating with me at my parent’s house, instead all of my friends are at this club to party with Cait, a friend of mine. I am leaving the bar and going home however the bus will not run for another hour.

Now I am in an office that is above the bar. I am waiting in the office to keep warm until the bus arrives. Also I think I am waiting for my friend Katherine. The office belongs to a female teacher. I think this is one of Katherine’s professor’s in school. I am looking around the office. I look into the closet and there are boxes of ‘how to’ cooking sets. In one of the boxes I find valentine colored smarties. I eat and few. Some of the smarties are larger and shaped like hearts and I eat one of those too.

Now I am at Katherine’s apartment (she actually lives at home with her parents). It is an apartment that I have never seen before. I love the layout, however I can’t really explain it. Kat says that she is going to her bedroom to get changed and get ready to celebrate my birthday with me. She is trying to make me feel better for having been stood up by my friends. I wait for her and eventually get impatient so I go into her bedroom. I find her sleeping. I can hear a vibrator that is on somewhere in her sheets – for some reason it doesn’t faze me at all although I don’t know her as the type of girl who would use one. She wakes up and apologizes and says we can celebrate the next day. She even has a printed schedule for the next day (I’m laughing about that now ). I say forget it I’m going home.

I wake up the next morning in my bed at my parent’s house (I moved out a year ago).I wake up happy and relaxed like I have had the best sleep ever. Suddenly I remember the events of the previous evening and I feel bad. I feel like I was rejected by my friends. I go to the backyard to talk to my mom. She is doing work in her garden in a grassy area on the left side of their yard (there is a garden there but there is no grass, just an interlock pathway). It is a beautiful summer day and my mom’s two dogs are playing around in the grass (my mom doesn't have dogs but she is great with animals).

I begin to realize that the yard is wrong and that my mother, in reality, does not own dogs. I also realize that my birthday is in the fall, not the winter however I don’t notice the change in season from the previous night to the morning after.

I wake up.

Sleeping In

I sleep in late. It is about 9:30 when I get up, and I go down to have breakfast in my pajamas. For breakfast, I have a bowl of soup that my mother keeps saying is too thin, and that she needs to add more water. While I am eating (I think the soup is pretty good, and hope that she doesn't add more water) a guy walks in to the kitchen. He is a plumber, and is working in the basement. I am a little annoyed, as it makes me look like a slob to be sitting around in my pajamas while people are working. Another guy comes into the room, who is the assistant. We talk about something plumbing related.

Mirror (fragment)

I am looking into a mirror. I am unable to get a clear image in the mirror, as I seem to keep going cross eyed (sort of).

02/24/11

"When can I schedule an appointment for you?"

Needing a doctor's appointment, but I don't have a day free for a while. I'm working every day this week.

"Why are we walking to the train station?" I ask the nurse.

"I need a light. You don't carry a lighter."

"Only if I'm dreaming," I say, amused, and I snap my fingers. A sliver of bright red flame flares up over my closed fist.

Zippo. Scare Factor: 1.

Before I went to bed last night I tried to eat some buttercups for the peanut butter so i could dream better. Not lucid but it works.

I remember a part of my dream where there was a dragon that would grant me a wish, along with other people around. The dragon was a dark green with some black areas and a large head. I have had a lot of the same dreams dealing with the dragon and the wish, too much Dragon Ball Z dreams. When I was little I had a dream I was in my living room and some monster girl came rolling in with dragon ball z before her feet rolling her along granting wishes. I think Goku was in it too but not only DBZ characters in it some oddies where in it too. I think some blond woman was with me and Robin Williams and we where starring at the floor with this door frame moving along that had giant gum in it.

Me (thinking to myself): What is it?

Robin Williams: Gum, gum that is moving along..hurry now we must go.

Then we ran off. Thats all I can remember from now, oh and indina jones was in it too.

Dream
Non Dream


Dream 1 - Grey's Anatomy Cast Moving my Furniture

Some guys are moving some furniture for me. Included are my Partner, my Brother In Law, and Alex Karev from Grey's Anatomy. The house we are in in a two level version of an old beach house my Grandparents used to live in. After a while, they come downstairs looking exhausted and frustrated. Apparently there was a problem. Lexie from Grey's appears and gives me the low down on the situation. While they were moving furniture around my baby son's bedroom, a window was broken. They are all very concerned that my son will suffer from too many cold drafts of air.

Too much time in Germany is to blame for that brainwave I think! LOL

Work stops and there is pizza for all the hard working helpers, but I realize I must bring a table down from upstairs so that people can eat it. I can't do it alone, but no one offers to help because they are all so tired. My Brother In Law seems to be especially tired - he begins to snore loudly on the couch next to me. I chide him for it and he smiles at me before quickly passing out again. Suddenly I feel really tired too, like I can't move, even though I did nothing. I know that the others all want me to go get the table, but we all pass out instead.

Dream 2 - Cheater Theatre

I think it's rather strange that "cheating" seems to be a reoccurring thread through out my dreams. Perhaps it is a dream sign, reflecting in inner fear.

A group of people are watching my closely to see what I will do, if I will cheat on my man with this random guy that looks a bit like Tom Cruise. I feel pressured. I am not interested in cheating, but for some reason I agree to. There is a room separated by a curtain that we go into. Flash forward to after the "event", there is a large African American man telling me that I've got game, and he has respect for me. I barely acknowledge the comment. Flash forward to me putting on some makeup with the same people watching me intently. The onlookers are waiting with baited breath, and when I put on a certain shade of eyeshadow they go mental, telling me that the colour is perfect for me. It's really odd as they are all shouting and cheering over it. They offer me a really over the top curly blond wig to complete the look.

Dream Graduation

It’s the first day of my senior year. Most of the student body is sitting on a giant multi-tier bench system that isn’t quite bleachers. It’s in the middle of a giant intersection downtown. All of us are seated by popularity, with the most popular at the bottom with no one in front of us so we can see the “show” that’s going to happen. I happen to be in the very front row (though I was never that popular). From where the benches are, we can see upper main street which trails off and turns a corner. It’s sloped quite a bit more than usual.

The “show” starts. All of the “really really cool” fashionably dressed kids come out and use main street like a runway. The first is this big black guy who was never dressed nicely at all, but he was wearing some classy clothes (classy in dream terms: truthfully it was quite wacky). A few more people trickle out of some building passed the curve of the street. None are girls!

As the fashion students strut around downtown, the whole world turns, or at least the benches we are on. If one starts walking down the street instead of up, all of us lean toward that end of the street. I am so scared that I’m going to fall off the bench which would be really embarrassing. Whenever the benches turn, I grab onto the girl next to me: a girl I know in waking life, Hilary. Behind me, my ex-boyfriend Dylan is sitting. In my dream, they are dating, so it’s awkward that I’m holding onto his new girlfriend pretty tightly.

Once the show is over, all the fashionably dressed popular students are allowed to look around main street alone; we are all here to visit the new shops on the first day of school. I realize that we will be able to join them row by row and I’m in the first row. I panic because that means all the still-sitting students will watch what I look at. My row is dismissed.

I walk around kind of hazily and embarrassed for a few minutes, waiting to see someone I know on the street and for the rest of the rows to come join us. Eventually they do but I can’t find anyone I know. I decide to spend my time as I should: looking at the new places.

The first place I see is a new tattoo shop right next to our older one. It’s called Astral Tattoos and it isn’t an actual store, it’s a pink and green painted wooden booth. They’re selling body modification, tattoos and henna tattoos. I don’t pay attention to what else or what specifically the tattoos are, but I imagine they’d be interesting.

I find my brother Holden (who doesn’t go to my school) and follow him around until we are all brought into the big building at the end of the street. It’s the high school (not where it usually is, it also looks very different).

Inside, we are all wearing our caps and gowns now. Everyone’s color is maroon; it’s our school colors (not in waking life). I follow a few students who are in front of me, because we are arranged alphabetically. Steven and Jamal are before me and Adam is in back of me, although all of them have last names that are in back of where I would have been. I’m really nervous and walk into the bathroom for a moment, look at myself and walk back out. We are led into the auditorium of the school which is absolutely huge and decorated with maroon everything.

I sit down in my row with Steven next to me. Jamal isn’t here so there’s an empty seat. As the students are being shuffled in, I question where I am.

“Is this a dream?” I look around but make up a history to make sense of where I am: yes, the graduation memory that comes to mind is actually when I graduated junior year. Now it’s senior year, so this is real life. Wasted dream check.

Behind me, Martin who is a junior but is sitting with the seniors is handing out camera kits for us to use. I go to grab one but realize that I don’t talk to him a lot and that would be weird and he’d want someone he knows to have them.

While I sit and wait for the ceremony to start, I look at a pamphlet that I have in my hands. It has a bunch of activities we were supposed to do while downtown. They include things like woodworking, pottery, volleyball, etc. I didn’t sign up for anything. I wake up.


Fragment

Heather invites me to her house. It’s a huge place and her room is the size of a usual upstairs area in a normal sized house. We go passed her room which is quite barren. We seem to be in the attic. In back of her room she has a big stage that’s halfway on the house, halfway on the roof with wide glass windows containing a backstage area. She begins to dance with life-sized puppets as her back up dancers. The music plays and she steps into the darkness about half-way on the stage, the dancers follow, and everyone glows in the dark.


Fragment 2

I remember eating a lot of maple sugar through a straw out of this tiny dollhouse. I drained it of maple sugar and felt sick. I could see all the sugar particles in my thigh which was where I would gain the weight if I didn't start running. The radio started to play and a commercial was discussing weight gain.

"Usually when people eat fatty foods, they will gain weight. However, some people have a large amount of bridges in their body which distributes the fat evenly, so they don't gain any weight." I knew I had a lot of "bridges" in my body and didn't worry.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I'm not exactly sure where I was, but I'm pretty positive it was the roof of a building in a city. There was a very attractive young Indian man there, about my age with dark hair that went down to his ears. He was wearing very bright, colorful clothing. His name was Ramien. His parents were there too, standing away from us. There had been some sort of conflict between us all before we were on the roof, but I can't remember what it was.

But now, I was hugging Ramien. We hugged and looked into each other's eyes. He had Ryan's hazel eyes. Then, I figured out I was dreaming. I floated up a bit. Then, I looked at Ramien and asked
"Are you my dream guide?"
He turned his head away from me and said "No...". He seemed sad and disappointed. I reassured him that it was ok that he wasn't my dream guide, and I looked into his eyes again. I took his hand to feel the vividness of it. I then started to feel like I was going to lose the dream, so I started touching everything around me, feeling for the vividness. I then voiced "Increase vividness!", but I ended up having a false awakening.

I was in some sort of room somewhere, it didn't look familiar to me at all, and I started filling out this dream journal sheet. I kept writing 'Ramien' on it in different blanks provided on the sheet. Then, Ramien was there again, and we kept hugging and looking into each others' eyes. There's more, but I can't remember it.

~

I was sitting on my family's living room couch with Ryan. I knew I was dreaming almost immediately. I turned and looked at Ryan, and he was wearing sunglasses.
"Take off your sunglasses so I can see your eyes," I said.
I took them off for him, and looked into his beautiful hazel eyes. They were very vivid.
"Ryan," I said, as I took his face in my hands, "I love you more than words will ever say." My voice sounded so vivid and clear.
Then, I laid back on the couch, and I was wearing lingerie. We started to talk.

Then, I had another false awakening. This time, it was in my room. I looked at my phone. 8:28 it said. I fumbled around with it trying to turn my alarm off before it went off at 8:30. 8:30 came quickly, and it started to go off, so I turned it off. I got up to get in the shower, but not without first turning on my N64 to play Yoshi's Story. I did that for a bit, then got in the shower. On the way to the bathroom, I heard my brother playing Mario Kart Wii downstairs.

Something about me playing golf. I also feel crappy mid-dream for failing the WBTB. Not lucid, though.

I am at my house and my Dad is apparently running some sort of lemonade stand, but
there's no stand. He has this lemonade but he has very poor business skills. He knows
all about Sales / Supply & Demand, but he doesn't have a good relationship with his
customers. He tends to fight with them a lot. We are on the roof of my house for some
reason and we have a black tarp over the front lip where we are sitting. We are working
on something when my dad asks if I am able to get down from this height. I look, It is
a decent fall but not too far so I say yes. I jump down and fall promptly to the ground and
land gracefully. In real life, I probably would have hurt myself. I go into the garage and
start talking to a friend about my dad's customer relation issues and come up with the idea
that I should start a better "company". Somehow, computer programming plays into it and
we talk about that for a while. For some reason, I'm a better programmer ( not true in
waking life ) and the friend asks me a questions like "Do you know Emacs Lisp?" Or something
like that. I tell him I do not, but I'm going to learn it. By this time we are in a huge warehouse-
like place. Almost like an aircraft hangar. The dream ends.

I am in some dark room with my best friend and I am playing a piano. He
is giving me different keys and I am improvising in each. Later, I am sitting
in a chair and he is also in the room, but it is not him. He looks more like a
friend from college. He talks about how he is sad that he never gets any
phone calls and the dream ends.

REAL LIFE NON-LUCID

I've been having pretty bad luck with dreaming recently. Currently going through a bit of a dry spell, but I think it was partly my own fault, as I failed to update my dream journal for a couple of days. Anyway, here are the only dreams I can remember from the last couple of days...

1) I was in the car with my sister (i think...?). I think we were on our way to our old drama group. Suddenly I was sad down in that drama group, watching a performance. My sister was in it, despite not going for years. My friend Lottie, who has been in it every year without fail, was not in it this year and was sat next to me. No one on stage was taking it seriously - they were making lots of mistakes, and when they did they would simply laugh about it and chat to the audience. I then saw a scene of the performance, where the main chunk of actors were very young children. However, they were much shorter than the average 4 year old should be, looking like dwarfs.

2) Me and my friend Richard were in my old primary school assembly hall. We were at a school disco, however there were very few people there. It was very dark, but the atmosphere was very boring. Suddenly, 3 or 4 men with shaved heads left the room. Richard noticed this, getting all excited and taking this as an opportunity to get a bong out. He used a very thing small one. He put it town after having a large toke. Suddenly, the men came back in, but I wanted a go, despite not smoking weed in real life. I quickly raised the bong to my mouth and breathed in, but nothing came out. I was interrupted as Rose, a dinner-lady from my real school, started having a go at me, telling me that illegal drug consumption was an immediate ban from this years school prom. I asked her if she meant JUST Richard, but she told me it applied to both of us. I got very desperate, begging her to let me go and insisting that I hadn't done any weed, just him. Eventually, she asked to smell my breath. I thought I was safe as I hadn't inhaled much at all, and quickly breathed onto my hand to test. I smelled fine, and breathed into Rose's face. She concluded that I hadn't done any weed, and I was fine. Later, I saw Richard and told him that he had been banned from the Prom. He said "Ah, you dobbed me in didn't you!?", but I told him that Rose had seen him. He looked slightly annoyed, but nowhere near as annoyed as I would have been.

Note: The past two nights I've had dreams about red shirts. My old job dream two entries ago, I was wearing one particular red shirt I own. Tonight, and after I recorded this entry, my girlfriend came over. She brought with her the very shirt I had dreamed about. I had no idea she had taken in it, or that it wasn't in my laundry basket.

It's possible, even likely in this instance, that subconsciously I was aware it was missing.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was driving through a town. I was probably in the car with my family, and my mother may have been driving.

The town was centered somehow around some kind of mining operations, or else it had been in the past. I may have had some "memories" of looking at photos of the town or watching a video about the town.

At some point we drove past a young man in a business suit. The man was white, very tall, and very thin, with hair down to about his jaw line. He looked very professional, but also very haggard and tired, almost to the point of a nervous breakdown.

My mom drove the car into a parking lot for an apartment complex. As we drove into the lot, I commented how nice and clean this town seemed, but how it had such a lonely, spooky quality, like in a ghost story.

Dream #2

I had just finished some kind of task with a group of people. The people were all at the other end of a huge, fenced in field, like a lawn for a number of soccer fields. It was a sunny day.

I may have been walking away from the field. But I got distracted. I noticed that I had a bunch of humongous hairs in my nose. I began pulling them out. But there were so many.

I walked back into the field and frantically began pulling the hairs out of my nose. A man who looked, and wore clothes, like Orlando Bloom in Pirates of the Caribbean was nearby. I didn't want him to see me pulling all these hairs out of my nose. So I walked between two stone walls, like the walls for outdoor racquetball courts.

The Orlando Bloom guy followed me. So I hurriedly walked away from the stone walls. I gifigured I would just leave the field altogether.

I was still pulling hairs out of my nose. I had a handful of hairs. They were all about 4cm long.

As I approached the gate, the Orlando Bloom guy came up behind me and said he needed to talk to me. He said he was having the same trouble I was, and that he was going to "contact the lady" about it. Apparently the lady had told the guy she could solve his problem. But she hadn't solved it yet.

I knew that everything the guy had just spoken about was in regards to the long hairs growing out of my nose.

I went into a park bathroom, possibly to was my hands. I was now exiting the bathroom. The bathroom was big, made out of concrete and cinder blocks, and had dimmish, fluorescent lighting.

As I approached the door, I could hear the guy talking to somebody on the phone. I could tell from the guy's voice that he was no longer Orlando Bloom, but some guy I had known in college, JP.

The guy was telling the person, who I knew was a pretty, blonde girl, that his cover had almost been blown. It turned out the guy had been at the field either to follow me or to keep me out of the way while something bad happened. But since I had put the guy in a position where he'd had to talk to me, the position had been messed up. Somehow all of this was the woman's fault.

I stood before the door, not yet opening it. I felt betrayed by the guy. I thought he'd been trying to sympathize with me or be my friend.

I lifted my hands up before my face. The backs of my hands were cracked in a few small places. In the cracks was a hard, ambery and red substance, which I took to be scabs.

I went to open the door. But the guy, having finished his phone conversation, pushed open the door, almost knocking me over. He now definitely looked like JP. He was tall, with pale olive skin and short, slightly spiky hair.

The guy was slightly surprised by having run into me, but he greeted me kindly, in a way I now understood as being completely fake. I greeted him in a fake-friend way too, just wanting to get out of thr bathroom and away from the guy altogether.

Hours of sleep: 9
Vividness: 5/5
Recall: 4/5

I'm at home and it's summer. I putting on a bigfoot-costume because I'm going to a costume party. It's really hot and I start sweating a lot. I open the front door and it's suddenly evening and it starts getting dark. I'm at a parking there are some bungalows. A few friends of mine are also there and they're wearing suits and dresses. I now also wear suit now, but I still feel the costume under the suit.
Apparently we are looking for some one to pick up, but we don't find the right house. So we abort our search and go to my old school, that surprisingly is in front of us, but in reality I don't know this place and my old school is located somewhere else.
We are in a big hall and there are friends from university and also old classmates. But there are 3 or 4 girls I don't know and apparently they are friends of a friend. There is one girl that looks familiar, although I don't know her.
There is music and we all start to dance. The girl, let us name her A., dances with my best friend and I realize that she is constantly looking for body contact. My best friend, behaves like a jerk and get slapped by A. in the face and comes towards me. She wears a beautiful dress and she wants to dance with me. We're dancing some standard-dance, but it doesn't fits to the music. It looks like she floats over the floor, I don't hear her steps.
So we danced a long time together and it feels like it were at least 3 hours. The music gets more silent.

Me: Being in your company is real fun. Do you want to go out together some time?
A: Yeah you're also great. What do you propose?
Me: I don't know. What about cinema?
A: That's sounds great I'm really glad you asked
Me: Just a little question: no-one told me about you. What's you're name?

She's a bit confused.

A: My name is (I don't remember because I don't remember easily names). I'm a bit shocked that no-one told you. Do you know at least the other people?

I say Yes, but she does'nt understand me and introduce my self to all my friends and I just keep repeating that I know them. Funny fact: apparently she even doesn't know the names of my friends and just keeps saying wrong names, I correct her al the time and she repeats the name and apologises.

The dream began where I was looking at a notification on my telephone. It said that one of my old high school friends, Steven, got married February 22nd. The problem was I had missed the date, and in the dream I felt like I had missed it by months. I put my phone in my pocket and looked around to find myself in a parking lot of a hotel. Evidently Steve was in the parking lot as well with his newly wedded wife. I got the feeling I was back in my home town, since there were trucks with motorcycles in the beds that the stupid rednecks liked to drive. Steve called over to me and said, "We put your name on the room attendant's list, so feel free to come up whenever you want." This felt strange to me since Steve and his wife were in their wedding clothes, making it seem like they were on their low-budget honey moon. I had already decided in my head that I would not be going up there to ruin their time. For no particular reason I made my way into the lobby of the hotel, and found nothing interesting, so I left. I left through a different route than what I had initially come in from, and found myself outside surrounded by a black chain-link fence. There was one door with a sign on in that was red and white, but I didn't bother to read it. I walked through it and my body began to feel like it was convulsing. I began to hear a dissonant tone and all the other sounds faded away as this sound got louder. What I could taste and smell changed as well with the sound. I backed out of the door and returned to my normal state of sensory. I felt that this was odd, and returned to the lobby while almost bumping into one of the room cleaners pushing along a maintenance cart. I found myself at the same fence with the same door. This time I read the sign and it said, "Warning if door is opened fire alarm will sound." I went through it again, and the same thing happened with my senses, except this time I could hear the distorted sound of a fire alarm. I made it through the door and was outside. Before long the fire alarm had quieted down, and I was just passing time outside. Seconds later a man in a suit walked up to me and asked if I had set off the fire alarm. I lied replying, "Yes, but I didn't see the sign saying the fire alarm would go off!" The man didn't seem too upset, but moments later the hotel manager came outside with all of my contact information Steve had provided him with. The manager was acting as if I committed a felony! The man in the suit remained calm, and explained to me that this is an easy problem to fix. He said, "You will have to go to the area of trash collection." I looked at him and said, "Don't we just call that the dump?" He seemed confused, and suddenly our surroundings changed. It was just the man and in the suit and myself standing between two buildings that lit the night sky with road lamps. There was a men's bathroom on one of the building walls and a women's on the opposing wall. He and I conversed about some things I can't remember, and I felt as if another person's presence was with us. I looked to my left and saw two drunk women walking into the boy's bathroom which I could now smell. I walked over there, but then seemed confused about what I was doing. The dream faded.