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I am in an Asian country, and have a very strange and unfortunate problem. Lightning is attracted to me, and any time I step outside, it tries to strike me. I try running in an erratic pattern dashing from side to side as I run to escape the lightning, but it's stikes are so close that I know I can't risk doing that anymore. Someone gives me a special hat, it looks like a Chinese Coolie hat but it's made of some sort of gold coloured metal. It seems to work, and the lightning strikes it often, which is rather annoying and I begin to hate wearing it and the attention I get. I feel like I look like Raiden.


Flash forward to a different scene. A kind of rough looking guy has a three wheeler ATV. He's supposed to be all badass or whatever but the vehicle does look a bit like it was converted from a child's bike. I am riding on the back of it with him, and we're going very fast through what looks like short hedged rows. He ditches me after a while and I'm not happy.

Flash forward again to the inside of some building. I applied for a job teaching English and I am having a phone interview from a Bank. They are asking me many odd questions, but I am confident and answering them all fairly well.

DJ Log: March 15, 2011 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am standing in my old room in the basement of my parent's old house, looking at a fluorescent light that's barely working. There is one tube missing and the other is only glowing at the ends. I walk over to the wall where there are three light switches and flip the first switch. This changes none of the lights, but starts an electrical buzzing sound. I flip the second switch and a couple of flush-mount ceiling lights light very dimly for a moment, then go back out. The third switch makes a loud contactor relay click in the electrical panel, but no lights come on. I walk back to the fluorescent fixture and wiggle the tube around a bit, causing half of it to light up almost completely while the other half stays dark. I go back to the switches and there are at least 12 switches in a row. I stare at them for a moment then say, “Ain't that some shit...”, then become lucid. With both hands, I randomly flip the switches around for a while, but none of the lights work. I laugh a bit as I walk over to the first light, point at it and say, “Illuminate!” The light immediately turns on. I do this to each light and they all turn on. I walk out of the room and into the hallway looking for the light, but there is only a hole in the ceiling where the light once was. I walk into the bathroom and before I can say anything, the light springs to life and starts emitting light. I smile then look at the mirror.

The mirror is black at first, but then I can see that it leads outside through a long tunnel made out of metal HVAC duct. I climb up onto the sink and crawl into the tunnel which leads me into the yard just outside the house. When I turn around, the tunnel is gone but there is a strange looking bush next to the house. The branches and leaves are several shades of orange and red, almost resembling flames. There are several fruit on the bush that look like strawberries, but they are bright yellow in color. I remember the basic task of the month and reach for a fruit. As I reach, I hear a loud rumbling noise and wake up to the sound of a truck going down the road in front of my house with its Jake Brakes on. I can't help but to cuss out loud.

There was a beginning to this dream that I forget. I recall I entered a fancy spa while it was still broad daylight.

I woke up in a male only wash room sauna/wash area, inside a large blue tiled steam room. There were a few guys in towels in the general area and they were waking up and walking out. There was a video intercom on. I could see and hear a group of female employees talking together about working at the spa... The video quality was low, like a low-res security cam.

One of the ladies was saying how there were a lot of gay men that absolutely loved this place. That they liked to linger until the place closed to hookup with other guys. -I became alarmed. I looked around and it appeared to be closing time! There were a few older looking guys with nothing but towels on. I wanted to leave asap.

I quickly ran up the stairs to a lobby area. There was that same group of girls talking. They went dead silent as I walked in wearing only shorts and a towel. They all turned and looked at me straight faced. I said:

"Oh hey ladies. I was just hanging out late because some of the guys seemed really depressed and I wanted to cheer them up."

-They looked at me really funny. I realized my explanation had not helped the situation. I wondered how I ended up falling asleep here in the first place. (Low level reality testing.)

But, the place was vivid and awesome looking. Polished wood and marble floors. Soft track lighting. As I looked around for my clothes and stuff, I heard a missed call from my girlfriend. I couldn't find my things but I felt embarrassed enough to leave without them. I decided to call my girlfriend back. Instead of the call connecting, a recorded message played: it was a strong male voice. This is an exact quote (I text'd it to my GF the instant I woke up):

"You have crossed the signal line and are unable to get through. I assure you, it is nothing."

--At this exact moment, my girlfriend text me and woke me up. (PRECOGNITIVE)

Dreams have a real penchant for embarrassing us. This one was hilarious to me when I woke. I am straight. Like my last recorded dream (Stalked in Dreamland), there was a shocking trickster element.

The voice on the phone bore a strong resemblance to my own voice. I have unrecorded dream fragments about reaching a prerecorded message left by myself. One other recording in a dream sounded like something I said in real life to someone. I couldn't recall the exact words.

This reminds me of Dream #043

I felt like I was outside a maze. I was walking down a gravel path and noticed my room. For some reason I had the sense that this outdoor area with a tent pitched was my room! In it were my three guitars, but there were also 3 other ones. I picked up the coolest looking one, and felt like I had owned it for some time now. The strange thing was that the stringless neck, flopped around like it was made out of rubber. I wasn't worried though, because for some strange reason I knew once I put new strings on it, it would play just fine. I picked up another guitar, and was now carrying two of them on my way to band practice. The dream fades...

I was in the union at my university, and I ran into my Observational Behavior Professor. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and his dress seemed more adolescent-esque. His face also looked very shiny and I could see each individual pore on his face. The dream was almost more vivid than what I see in my waking life! We walked and joked about some other students in the class, until we entered a small room. I sat down on a very high couch and my professor sat down on the ground cross-legged. I looked around and there were a few students sitting down already. It felt like a very small class meeting, but he didn't begin lecturing. I could see a pack of cigarettes in the back pocket of his jeans (very un-professor like). I remember thinking to myself, "can this guy get any cooler?" He spoke to a few of us students in a very casual way for a few minutes, then my mind got lost. Everyone had disappeared, and I had a strange sensation of confusion. I reality-checked, and I could breath through my nose! Right when I realized it was a dream a thought popped into my head, where I thought I should just lay back and fall towards the ground. I do not know why I thought of this, but it just felt like the right thing to do at the time. I began to fall backwards like you would if you were about to fall flat on your bed, legs and arms straight down to my side. As I fell, with a feeling of sublimity, the fall was never broken by a ground surface. Instead, I felt like I was being swallowed by a huge, invisible pillow. The room began to expand vertically getting farther and farther away which soon began to look like a square tunnel. I began to think about rain, and with this thought, the ceiling's paint started to melt off like it was water and poured down in rain drops. When each drop hit the ground, it gracefully morphed into a flying book. My mind was in awe. Words cannot describe how exciting of an experience this was.

I had a dream I was outside talking to some people, and I dodged a lighting blot that came from the sky. It was dark out, and I wanted to get something before I headed inside the house, and then I thought about how I probably shouldn't have been able to do that.


I went back to sleep after school and had this dream where I was at this place that was serving food. Jakie Chan was there, and there was some mystery to be solved. They were asking people to find out all of the people who could have done it or something, and said all of the staff that was in the back. Some kind of way, I deducted that there were 7 people that were working, and they said I was right. Woke up really happy, for no reason.