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April 30, 2011

Notes
I wasn't going to post this at all, but then I figure I've been neglecting my journal for awhile now, and so I've forced myself. Some familiar recurring characters here, also a carryover of my broker air con dripping into the dream. Kind of ominous, as per usual, and strangely unsettling, especially around Burnett and the house. One very, very memorable dream character whom I've never met before. I can still see his face in my head.

Entry 011
I'm laying down between Octavia and Burnett, with the rest of my friends on the other side of Octavia. At first I don't seem to noticed Burnett. We're laying down, but we're in a kind of stadium place. It's some kind of school trip, I think, and the rest of my classmates fill the stadium around me. The stadium doesn't really have seats so much as risers, so that there's no back rest or place for your legs to dangle down. Most people are sitting up, cheering someone on, but my group and I are laying down, looking at the night sky. Suddenly I hear someone calling my name, singing it, in fact. I glance to my right and notice a skinny-ish boy with chin length sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and a distinctive, but cute, face. I don't know him, even looking back he doesn't resemble anyone I know in real life, but I can still see his face in my head.

I duck under the risers, swing down to the ground effortlessly. He's singing me a love song. I smile and watch him sing into his mic for awhile. Finally, I interrupt him, "Hey." I smile again. I take a couple steps forward and hold out my hand, palm-up. He looks startled, and stares at me for a few seconds with an expression of horror on his face. Before I can even react, he's twisting away, running. I'm confused, and a little hurt, but I don't really think anything of it. I go back to my place on the risers.

As I'm laying there, looking up at the sky, I suddenly notice Burnett is laying next to me. I say something to him, and we start talking. Ironically, we're talking about lucid dreaming. After that, I'm talking about some photograph I have with me. He looks at it in a way that makes me think he's seen it before, and that it has a greater significance than I believe it to. After answering one of his questions, there's a pause until I reply. Once I reply he grins. My answer seems to have made him happy. Suddenly, without warning, he plants three kisses up my arm. I'm dismayed. I realize that I had gotten closer and closer to him and that now we were only inches apart. He sees the look on my face, says, "I didn't mean it that way...". It's too late. I'm scrambling away until I'm hugging Octavia, who had been angry I was ignoring her.

When the event, whatever it was, ends, I walk home to a giant Victorian style house. It's empty, haunted in a way. There's a constant dripping from the ceiling, as if the house is in a perpetual state of wet mold and decay. My mom is in one of the upstairs rooms, and she seems to be very sick. I wait for a long time in the house, not sleeping even though I am tired and it's pitch black outside. I get the feeling I'm waiting for Burnett. Eventually, my mom calls me up to her room and tells me to go get some food for a party. This trip coincides with some journey I have to undertake.

I find myself on highway at night. The area around me is somewhat desert-like, but it's so black outside I can hardly see a foot in front of me. Eventually, I come to a kind of way-station. Here there are a bunch of vending machines that spit out hot fast food. I walk up to the McDonalds one, hit the number of the food my mom wanted, then punch in the credit card information. Sure enough the machine spits out some hamburgers. Behind me, there's a huge line and a menacing looking biker makes it clear to me that if I don't get out now there will be trouble. I run out of the way-station, and I'm back on the road, heading somewhere...

Dream 1: I was being shot at by a robot as some kind of test. I kept running and managed to avoid the bullets, but they kept shooting. I tried to send someone a message via my watch, but it didn't work. This dream was longer than that; the part where I tried to avoid the bullets just took a long time.

Dream 2: I found an Ipod Touch in my pocket, but it didn't work.

Dream 3: I went to the year 2046 and tried to endorse my dad's book, for some reason. I did this by asking if they had ever heard of his book. Most didn't answer. Then I asked people if they knew what Harry Potter was (???). No one di

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was leaving "my mother's house." It may have been a grey day, and there may have been snow on the ground. I stood right outside the front door. My mom stood just inside.

I told my mom I loved her. I gave her a hug. My mom seemed really short. When I hugged her, it felt like I was breaking her spine, or like I had hugged her in such a way as to feel a part of her spine that had already been broken.

I walked to the car. As I did, I thought about a small cup of ice cream I had in the back seat of the car. It was like I still had the taste of the ice cream, or even some actual ice cream, in my mouth.

In my mind's eye, I saw the ice cream sitting in the back seat. The ice cream was kind of melted and creamy, and it had some kind of big, marshmallow-shaped, but colorful and jelly-like, things in it. The spoon in the cup seemed to be coated with the melted ice cream.

Apparently my grandmother was driving me to the airport. But the car we were taking was more like one my mom would drive. It was a small hatchback, kind of old looking. It was messy on the inside and the outside. The outside was kind of grimy and greasy. The inside was full of old garbage and fast food containers and stuff.

I was kind of disgusted that I'd kept my ice cream in the messy back seat. I thought it might not be a good idea for me to eat the ice cream.

I walked up to the driver's side of the car. My grandma was still standing outside the car, with the door wide open. As I walked up to my grandma I either thought to myself or asked out loud if I'd showed my mom well enough that I cared about her.

I was in the car, on the passenger side, riding through a kind of busy part of a suburban town, with either my grandma or some man driving the car. It was now black night.

The driver told me, "You showed your mom you cared about her. And the fact that you're worried about it shows that you care a lot more than a lot of people do nowadays."

We got stuck in traffic on some kind of quaint-looking, Main Street type area that was all decked out in lights, as if for Christmas. We kind of inched through the traffic and then ended up turning right on a side street and up a hill into something like a residential area.

As we were doing this, the driver, now most likely a man, continued, "That reminds me of a project I was reading about. People were making Christmas cards to send to the soldiers. But a lot of the people making the cards thought it would be good to send cards with anti-war messages on them.

"And that's what I mean about care. The people over there don't need to hear somebody telling them 'NO WAR.' They need us to tell them, 'We're thinking about you, and we hope you're doing well.'"

We had gotten up to the top of the hill and were now sitting on the right end of a long conference table. We were apparently inside a room. The room had fluorescent lighting. There was also a wall-sized bookshelf that I was looking straight at.

But it was also somehow like we were in a cafe with a big window, or as if we were actually floating out over the top of the hill, looking down to the Main Street area. It was like, even as I was looking straight at the bookshelf, I also saw the town below.

The man had gotten onto the topic of two books. Both books were about economics. One book was written by someone I didn't know. The other was written by Warren Buffett. The man seemed to be talking more about the book by the other guy. He then ended up talking about something extremely interesting and insightful (which, of course, I forgot).

As the man spoke about the really interesting stuff, I realized how nice he looked. He was white, with well-groomed, white hair. He wore a nice suit with a tan jacket, a subdued blue shirt, and a somewhat colorful (peach? pink?) tie. His skin was deeply tanned. His face was kind of thin and angular. But his complexion mesmerized me. It was perfect!

I then asked the man, "Who did you say made that comment? Did you say it was Warren Buffett or the other guy?"

The man said, "No. That was from Warren Buffett's new book."

I thought to myself that I needed to get Buffett's new book. I seemed to keep getting Buffett somehow confused with Alan Greenspan. But I could see the cover of Buffett's new book. It kind of looked like a modern cover of Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man.

The book wasn't an autobiography. It was actually a book on economic theory. I thought, "This is exactly what I've been looking for!" The man and I spoke back and forth for a bit on how odd it was that everybody didn't know about this book. It apparently wasn't selling much at all.

I looked down and to my left. I could see the conference table. But, again, I could "see through" the table and the room, outside and down the hill, to the lit-up Main Street area.

As I looked at the table, I was kind of hunched down and over some sheet (or pad?) of notebook paper. I scrawled on the piece of paper, in a very sloppy version of cursive, either the word "Feed" or the word "Feel."

I was wilding as i usualy do at about 4 or 5 in the morning and i had some success. I felt something weird and did a reality check and realized I was now in a dream version of my room under the covers on my bed. I felt a fear despite my lucidity of seeing something creepy is I got out from under the covers. So then I tried to teleport I was trying to go to a water fall with a caveman living in a cave near by. I wond up some where els and saw a babey red dragon going to a platform to fight something. Then the effot of teleportation woke me up.

A Nightmare
Nightmare's are rare for me. It was frightening at the time but now just interesting in retrospect. I'm outside and it's night. It's a scene like Night of the Living Dead. I'm on the back porch of an old house. There's a low fence around the backyard, maybe a graveyard. Beyond that is a bit of grassy field and then a dense forest. I'm with some other people but I don't remember who they are.

So, I'm in the ominous setting and monsters start walking out of the forest and walk slowly toward me and the old house. It's just like the zombie mode of Call of Duty. They aren't really monsters. I know they are people dressed up in Halloween costumes. There are some ghosts, zombies, and guys dressed like Jason. The ones I remember most clearly are the big pumpkins. You know those pumpkin trashbags you fill with leaves and put on your lawn for Halloween? Like that except it's walking slowly toward me.

Mostly I recall that the other people with me are very frightened. I am trying to keep them calm. I reassure them that they are just kids playing a Halloween prank and nothing bad is going to happen. As the monsters get close, they seem to give up because we aren't afraid and they go away. But new waves keep coming from out of the woods and we are all getting more and more nervous.

Finally, I've have enough and want to leave. I yell at the monsters, telling them I know they are just people dressed in costumes. I walk away from the house and find a parking lot. I see my car and pull out my keys. But as I'm walking, the people are following me and I overhear them talking. They failed to frighten me with their costumes but now they are getting violent. They pull out hatchets and start swinging at me. Now I'm really scared. I duck their swings as I try to open the lock on my car door. I wake up. I was pretty scared for several minutes as I couldn't get the memory of the dream out of my head.

I guess my interpretation of dream is that the violence of normal people is more frightening that the scariest monsters or places.

No lucid ordered from most recen first

-cycling down steep hill at the boardwalk parking during some festival, location was well known and people were on the side getting ready to cheer some race. Near the bottom I was on rollerblades where the hill evened out and turned to paving where I managed to stop by turning in a circle. I could break while cycling as the tar was wet and I would just skid.

- ment to go with a big group looked like search And rescue on a mountain, I was not dressed yet like them so they left, I ran back down the mountain which was steep with loose black sand, there was extention cords that I was gripping on. I remember telling a old manager to f off lol.

Woke up a few times in the night for bathroom, was awake enough to think about lucid but then would just fall back asleep

Finally a positive DJ entry from me.

So recently I've been getting into online dating. Just a few meet-ups more than dates w/ guys, not much to say successfully in that department BUT a few weeks ago I decided to join one of the large ones with all those compatibility questions so it seems like I'm getting more SERIOUS. My first match on that service messaged me and it's not been a few weeks of constant texting. I'm meeting him tomorrow, and the dream I had last night relates to that.

In my dream, it starts out with me in my roommates at my apartment at night. I get a call from this match saying he's outside. I know that in the real world I'm supposed to meet him at the restaurant, which confuses me why he's here and knows where I live but I blissfully head outside to meet him anyways. He's in the parking lot walking towards my building and smiles when he sees me. Suddenly there's all these friends of mine surrounding us. I suddenly hear a plan in my head that all of these friends of mine and this match are all going out to a mall together.

We get to the mall and it's mostly empty. Apparently we're there pretty late but nobody's closing the stores. Most of the mall store-wise is empty too, there's empty stores, and big blocked off stores that say things like "coming soon" and such, but there is a pawn shop store so we all go in there and take a look around. Inside the pawn shop, there's a few people in my life I recognize, including a past crush. My heart sank seeing him, but in a sinking way of "oh geez he's seeing me with another guy, idk how I feel about that." I tell my match about him and tell him to move away and ignore him, and he was successfully ignored. We get up to the register and check out some trinkets that I can't remember now what they were. I'm now realizing my body language with this guy: super duper close. I have one arm around his back and the other against his chest in a "you just saved me, my hero!" kind of pose, and it feels AWESOME. I look around and people notice the attraction between us. The guy behind the counter even winks at us.

We all then head for a food court, where there's a lot more people and a ton of long rectangular chairs. The match guy and me head for a buffet and grab out food, realizing all of my friends have gone elsewhere to get food. There's an open almost empty section of tables we sit in waiting for the rest of my friends to join us but they never show up. Match guy and I are on our own.

After this it's more like a montage of us roaming around a mostly empty mall, all smiley and happy and the whole timing in general just slows down. Like I'm completely happy and whole and just enjoying his company. So yeah, before this dream I knew this guy is super awesome, but now that I've had a dream with him and how I feel, I guess I can say that my subconscious likes him too.

And if I have any more dreams about this guy I'll post em, but I don't want this to be a gossip journal all about this one guy and updates on him and me and all that jazz. I'm just focusing on the dreams if I have any more.

TA DA

I don't recall too much about my multitude of dreams. I've been sleeping a lot because I starting taking allergy pills a couple days ago.

In one dream, hubby was approaching me for sex, but when I started getting undressed, he said I was fat... when I started putting my clothes back on, he tried to backtrack and said it's just how I am. He became interested in me again, but before anything could get started, I asked religious questions about some book we had been reading. Then he got into a different bed and I was ANGRY lol
He recommended some book for me that had been rewritten so 9th graders could understand it.

Then I was at a religious meeting. I signed a 2 pieces of paper to show I attended. My signature bothered me because one of them was slanted to the right and the other was upright (I do that in real life too). And then I very loudly heard someone say "Run!" And I woke up. A moment later, the dogs started barking and growling. I got out of bed, but the dogs are just being loud and playing.

catch the ghost

mon: i didn't sleep this day
tue: angry at myself. dreams were real vivid. a sign of recovery but i was too groggy to write 'em down and they vanished within ten minutes
wed: 2 lucids but no ghost

Spoiler for lucid dreams:

The clock in my room was all screwy. I tried walking around but I moved real slow and the lights were blinking rapidly. I wake up.

I re-enter the dream and I go into the kitchen and ask my girlfriend "help me catch a ghost". She says "They were in the yard but I caught them all". I go out anyways and see my neighbor and his daughter. I say "Let's have a drink." He accepts. I find a bottle under my porch and go into his house.

He takes me through a gym and into a changing room where sexual acts begin between him and his daughter. "I don't have time for this. I need to catch a ghost." More people enter and they all start taking off their clothes and I wake up. I did try looking for a ghost in the gym but nothing.

thu: crazy dream. down a ladder to the center of the earth where i have to kill this fiery skeleton horse with razor claws and tusks. many people died but not me. i woke up before i destroyed the beast.
fri: followed a dog through an empty house. found some decapitated bodies.

These kids were going to kill an old lady. She was ancient. She took off her shirt and looked really nasty. She started to cut herself open...

Dream:
I am in the den at home, some guy and I get into a knife fight with another guy. The guy with me fights the other while I throw knives, after throwing them a few times the guy decides to come for me so I run from him around the foyer in a circle to stay away from him. We start a 1 v 1 knife fight in the den and quickly get taken to the floor. We are both using pullout knives and when I try to stab him my knife folds in, he tries to stab me but I grab his knife and make it fold when he tries to stab me. He decides to close his knife on my hand since he can't stab me (in between pointer and thumb). I start crying and begging him to stop as I feel it closing on my hand, he pulls away and I look at my hand and it looks like it's just like a paper cut (pretty sure I had five fingers)
wake up

Dream:
at a car going to take someones bad dog trying to put it in a container (for blowing up balloons), Russ heads from the parking lot to walmart (RD), I have to hurry to catch Russ inside and he is at a shelf wearing his home depot apron
wake up

Don't recall a dream

NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
This dream is somewhat influenced by the books The Hunger Games and A Wrinkle in Time.

As the last few of us band together, there are only three thoughts in our mind. Survive. Kill. Run. Everyone is losing the last bit of their wit as these three thoughts are being juggled in our minds. We must survive. Those not part of our group must be killed. Those rebelling within our group must be killed. Those who go insane must be killed. Most importantly, those who are poisoned by The Beaten must be killed. Fast. The Beaten is an airborne poison that targets the weak, curious, and unstable. As soon as it gets into an animal's or a person's bloodstream, it doesn't take much more to spread the poison into those who are strong-willed, solid, and smart. A small bite or scratch turns your eyes blood-red in a second, your mind distorts, leaving most of it in a disturbed mess of insanity. And the poisoned have their skin the strength of leather, bones like steel, adrenaline pumping. We must run.

I bump into Gloria by accident. She says, her words edged with steel, "What's the matter with you?!" Taken aback by her anger, something she rarely shows, I reply, "Sorry. Try not to lose your temper, The Beaten feeds off of extreme emotion you know." The anger drains from her face. We continue to walk up the stairs, entering the house. Nearly everyone searches around for supplies of something, with no luck, except for some old furniture and the drywall may be used for kindle at the night. I walk back out, the bright sun stinging my eyes, for the house was very dark. Broxtan follows me out, weary and obviously saddened. "I immediately take a few steps back, because if The Beaten catches him, I won't have enough time to run. "What's up?" I ask. "Nothing. It's just that I'm so pissed we're stuck here. Why did we have to be put here?!"

He sinks his head into his hands. He shudders a bit, possibly because of tears flowing to eyes, but then he looks up. I stare at him, as red floods the whites of his eyes, his mouth twitching into a smirk. Without thinking, I smash my fist into his nose as I duck and run into the yard in front of me. I stop, because I notice I have a few friends running from the side yard to help me. I command the two of them to surround him, but Broxton swipes at one's chest, cutting his shirt, causing him to twirl to the floor. My other friend, Jung, kneels down to help him up, but The Beaten causes the injured boy to convulse, making Jung drop him and run backwards a bit. The deep red that fills Broxtan's eyes fade out a bit, and he whispers, "Push me. Push me down." Confused, I respond with a "Wha-" He repeats, "Push me down. The Beaten will leave after a full body impact." The crimson floods into his eyes again. I swiftly rush him, dodge his punch, and I use the momentum of the dodge to slam both my hands into his shoulders, sending him flying to the ground. "Thank you," he mutters just before his back hits the dirt with a thud.

The Beaten quickly overtakes the injured boy on the ground, and I scream for Jung to tackle him. He scrambles from behind a tree and smashes his shoulders into the enemy's chest. As the remainder of my group file out of the abandoned house, I hear an announcement. "In the mansion in the mountains, a little memoir of those tributes whose lives you've taken have been placed there. I suggest you check it out, unless your afraid, of I don't know, a trap." Worry flashes through our eyes, much like the redness takes those by the beaten. The dream skips, and I'm walking up a hill toward the covered balcony of the aforementioned mansion. I notice a small jewelry box-type thing with pictures tied to one of it's corners. I flip through some of the pictures, seeing the faces of those who were killed. I quickly leave as the pictures sober me into my hidden sadness, as the trap could be those same pictures, maybe even what lied in the jewelry box contained the poison of The Beaten. I walk downstairs and toward the grassy trails to the bottom of the mountain. I hear footsteps behind me, and a long pause. Possibly to look at the photos. I hear footsteps once more, speedier. They soon break into a run, and I find myself running too. But their running is faster. I trip down the trail, and I get caught from behind. With a knife.

I respawn shortly before my death, outside the mansion. After I check the photos again, I quickly walk out of the mansion, noticing Jenny pass by me in as I leave. I ignore her, because she isn't a threat and her emotions aren't as provoke-able as most. I thought wrong. Running again, I try to evade her, but end up dying more brutally, by the hands of a rock to the skull. I focus my respawn back in time, to the point right before I entered the mansion. Instead of immediately checking the box, I waited for Jenny to come by, and warned her not to check the box. She ignored me, and checked it anyways. The Beaten got to her again, but this time I was braced. She leaped in front of me, and I countered with a shove and run. I sprinted down the hill as fast as I could, getting underneath the high ledge where the mansion is. I looked back, and she was catching up to me. Two of my friends ran by, and they were already trying to shove her down. But she juked both of them, thankfully the distraction gave me the advantage of running back up the hill. She jumped toward my back, hoping to knock me down, but I turned again, nearly out of breath as I ran right back down the hill. I heard her slow her pace, and so did I. Soon the only footsteps that I heard were mine. This is good news! I thought. Once more, I was wrong. She was looking down on me from the cliff again, unseen by me. Until I looked up, and by then my face was already crushed by the heel of her boot.

I'm trying to improve my writing BTW. Any good? I think I stretched out the dream a bit, it's much shorter than it seems.

I took a one week break from working on projects, and it did a lot of good to my dream recall.
Unfortunately I'm back to working now, which means no more WBTB/WILDs.
My dream recall has already suffered notably from this.
It's quite unfortunate, I felt like I was finally getting the hang of WILDing.


The 4th Dimension

I'm at uni, walking through the corridors towards my classroom.
For some reason I end up in what seems to be some sort of physics laboratory.
I question whether this is where I belong.
I remember that I am actually majoring in CS and not physics, and that this is definitely not a room I've been in before.
But as the teacher enters the room I decide to ignore this for some reason, and just go with it.

I don't know what the course is about, but I recognize elements from quantum physics.
Then the teacher talks about the fourth dimension (spacial dimension, not time).
I know a few things about that, so I'm not too surprised when she shows us a hologram of a tesseract.
But then she says she will materialize it. How on earth is she gonna do that?

The teacher approaches me and hands me.... well... a tesseract... with transparent walls.
I assume that it is some sort of model with joints that allows it to be moved similar to a rotation in the 4th dimension.
But then I remember that this cannot work, it is physically impossible.
As I touch the object, I realize that it is indeed solid. There are no joints, and all surfaces on it are perfectly solid.
But I can rotate it the same way I would be able to rotate a 4 dimensional object... at least in theory:



This fucks with my mind quite a bit.
But then I understand that I am indeed dreaming, and don't understand why I didn't notice this any sooner.
For some reason I still feel the need to figure out how this works though.
How can I even interact with this? The dimensions do not match.
But then I realize that I am somehow trapped in 4 dimensional space.
Every object in the class room is 4 dimensional.
My chair can no longer hold my body and I somehow fall through it.
As I look up and see everything appear normal yet consisting of impossible shapes, my head starts to hurt and I wake up.



Slight disorientation

I'm home, hanging upside down from the lusters.
A friend of mine enters the house.

"What the fuck are you doing up there?"

I look down... why the fuck am I hanging from the lusters?
Or maybe I am not really hanging from the ceiling?

"You mean down here. Why are you standing upside down over there?"
"What? I am standing on the floor!"
"Yes, and I'm hanging from the ceiling. What's your point?"
"Dude..."
"The ceiling is down, and the floor is up!"
"No, it isn't."
"Yes it is!"
"Why?"
"Because I say so."

Gravity inverts and he falls down onto the ceiling.

"What the fuck?"
"Told you so."
"I guess you were right."

Trance

I am sitting with a girl my age in front of a campfire.
We have setup a tent over here, and it seems we are in the middle of the desert.
But I can't tell for sure, it's pretty dark already.

I realize the girl isn't human.
Her hair is mixed with leaves... they are growing out of her head, just like normal hair.
When I look into her eyes I can also clearly feel that she is not human.
However she does look human, except for her hair.
But I don't mind, I feel like this is the way it is supposed to be.
I remember we both came here in order to get into some sort of trance with the goal to be enlightened.

Wait a second... what the....?
Oh! I'm dreaming!
She looks at me, as if she just realized something.
But she doesn't say anything, and hands me what appears to be a native american peace pipe.
She smiles:

"You need to smoke it."

For some reason I feel like something special will happen if I smoke it.
After all the goal was to get into trance right?
I take a deep breath of smoke, and I instantly feel it in my head.
I get extremely lightheaded, and have trouble not falling over, even though I'm sitting.

"Good!"

She smokes the pipe herself.
Holy shit, what is going on, I feel like I'm falling through the chair, into the sand below it.
I loose control over my body, and start to hallucinate quite vividly.
At first it's similar to HI during SP, but then it gets much stronger.
I see bright and vivid colors everywhere, intermixing with the landscape.
I see plants growing out of the sand at an insanely fast rate.
They start to blossom and fill the air with glowing pollen.
The girl starts growing feathers over her body and flies away.

This was probably the most vivid dream I've had in a while, and it was quite strange.

It started out with me going back in time to sometime like 1917, though political climate was like the 40's, and technology was 80's era. We entered this place in a random Minecrafty mountain. Here we had a TV set up to google maps. Some random people appear and we had no choice but to tell them we were from the future due to the look of the TV. We open up an area that has a bunch of highways and bridges. I then said something like, "I was trying to do something, but I jacked it up."

I then exit the hole in the mountain and try to hang up a poster that has a swastika and a soldier. It read "Nazis lose war!" In the dream I was doing it for the lulz, since I was in Nazi America. Things then go weird as I fly sideways off the mountain, knocking down a bunch of hanging banners with the classic red and white circle from minecraft trees. These did not have the swastika, but had what appeared to be something like the stairs from the original Mario.

I then appeared at our local church, people were defying the laws of physics to shake hands. I think I was saying something reasonable, but I do not remember this part much.

Once again I teleport to another place. This time it was to our schools's cafeteria. There was a semicircle of people with a large, old camera looking device, I among them. With this, we were playing Minecraft. I then probably said something like "I'm from the future," because I remember right after that missing fragment I say "Because I'm wireless!" (Remember, this is like the 40's.) No one cared, so I tried to show a friend of mine that I was from the future by stopping time. He didn't care either. After this, I think we get chewed out by someone, badly. You'll see why I think this later.

We then were walking down a road to a large white house, our living quarters. A few people look younger (due to the earlier time period), but not many. The reason why I think we were badly chewed out because I spawned a pistol, likely in case we were attacked by the person, who I remembered him as looking like one of our coaches at our school. I believe he was a part of the Nazi regime, which is why no one liked him, and part of the reason I spawned a pistol. I had to spawn the filled clips separately, for whatever reason.

Here, I see him walking down on the ground next to the compound. Here, it gets a little fuzzy. I think I ignored him and jumped into the nearby ocean. The scene here looked quite nice now that I think about it. The view panned by this lady swinging from a giant electromagnet, probably telling me to go to the man I go to next.

The dream then panned across the large lake (yes, it was a large lake now that I think about it) to this man next to a limo. I wish I could remember the name, but I do not. It was someone with the last name starting with W. The view stayed there for a while until this man with a green crescent moon as a head got all in my face and said something like "He will do what you want him to do if you see his train." We then appeared in a forest with a train going through it.

The rest kinda cuts off here, but there was more. I believe I talk to myself about what I did and how the man with the last name starting with a W was the head of the Department of Safety in Nazi America and how he passed a bunch of new laws stopping people from having to do something. Probably stopping people from getting chewed out. I think the dream ends with me back in the church, reflecting on something.

Overall, this was a pretty memorable dream due to it's awesomeness.