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From a week or so ago.

In the first one I started out as a child and slowly progressed throughout the dream to be the age I am now. I was walking along where I was nabbed by two guys and I told them to get away. They did not listen and the dream flashed to me getting electrocuted and then appeared in a different location.

The dream skips a bit but there was one more flash of me as an adult getting electrocuted and then I was suddenly in a group of people being herded somewhere.

It was an open field next to a dirt road with nothing but some flimsy barriers keeping us from the road. And no one is questioning where we are going and why these people have power over us.

I am suddenly following the story of one of my friends (in the third person) trying to find me. He runs past the barriers and goes through the crowd shouting my name. He finally gets to me and pulls me around to face him, relieved that he finally found me. The me that I am watching looks at him blankly and says "I don't know you". I am shocked and start thinking "Oh no, they must have erased my memory. How else could I forget him?"

It was very strange to have such an out of body experience.

Bihon's Dream

I was trapped in a hole with a few other friends, some who I didn't know of. One of the girl's face was distorted, like a monster's. There were four people, and we had to try to get each other out, but the moment we all got out, we all just jump back in (thrice this happened). The monster girl got a phone call, and it seemed that we were part of an evil guy's plan to torture us.

Later, I was in this park, there were some parts before it that I can't recall. In this place in that area, we've made a sanctuary, but we've stolen more than half of the stuff we've decorated it with. It had shelves, and seemed more like an altar. I believe there was this monster there.

I had to get to this place, and as I walk through this city, I see people lounging around, many in costumes/cosplay. Some even had armour, and I was soon running for they started attacking me. It seemed like I was wanted, as I try to flee, dodging attacks. Before writing this, I read a dream journal, and I realized that the whole place really looked like a convention (People in cosplay, and such). I was attacked with a fireball at first from a witch, but I dodge it. Later, crossbows were pointed at me, but I deflected them with an armour on my arm (dressed as ANBU now). People then started attacking me with fencing swords, which I bent and snapped with my fingers. People with crossbows were dressed in WoW style armour, the witches were dressed in colourful dresses, but the fencers were wearing civilian. A couple more fireballs after that, I escaped. I reach the building exhausted as I enter this room. I asked to call my mom because I forgot my phone, and my hands shook so I had a hard time dialing.

There was all this commotion going on in a street, and I was walking with my mom. I realize that my cousin and his supposed 'dad' was there. They had set up a freak show of some sort for people to see. On my cousin's chest, a hole had formed, where they've attached a small chanism, and when it was cranked a string of his guts came out. My supposed uncle though, had a bigger hole (sometimes he was a she) and he would lean over for a piece of insides to hang out. It looked real, not of any real organs though, my mother then said she felt sick, as I stared with interest.

Fragments: Hang out with a friend, get to this place, my other cousin there, looking years younger. My best friend asks me about dogs in a pet shop...

Windhover's Dream

Dream fragments

I met Amy Lee from Evanescence I saved her from something dangerous. all I remember is that, she was laughing out loud and joking around.
dream scene jumped. like watching a movie, I saw Re-l and Vincent from ERgo Proxy I dont recall Pino, but I felt her presence.
the sky was dark, cloud with brown and gray. it was windy.
vincent was driving Centzon. Re-l was near him, having conversation. vincent asked her,
"did you do something to Donov Mayer?"
then Re-l suddenly trembled, looking nervous. she covered her face wither hands. she sobbed. Ive never seen her this weak! lol
vince try to calm her down....and re-l tried to kiss him.
dream scence jumped. I met my English teacher again at my house garage
my mom was carrying some sort of food? and opened the garage door, greeting my teacher

Nephanim's Dreams

Poor recall due to fragmented sleep and having to wake up two hours early... Better luck next time!

Late Dining and the Late President

I was visiting my parents at another new house. This one was still under construction, but they had already moved in. The driveway was jagged and unfinished, and the roof had yet to be tiled. I watched a bunch of construction workers filling a pit at the end of the driveway with cement to make the correct angle. It was vaguely interesting, but I kept getting the impression that they were doing it wrong and wanting to yell at them, so I walked inside. Chelsea was snacking on something in the kitchen. She accidentally dropped something on the floor near the wall. When she saw where it landed, she was too disgusted to pick it up and eat it. She seemed worried that it was infected with bug spray. My dad assured her that he hadn’t sprayed the kitchen yet. He only sprayed the rooms with carpet in them. As long as she ate in the kitchen, she had nothing to worry about. She still wouldn’t eat it. Instead of throwing it away, she gave it to Scamper.

The dream jumped. I was walking around the lot while eating Chex Mix. Evidently, they had switched to a dog food brand, but the food was exactly the same. I doubted Scamper would be satisfied with a couple of wheat chips as a treat. I ate nearly half the bag before it occurred to me that this was probably more expensive now that it was labeled as dog food. I didn’t want to cost my parents money, so I stopped eating them and headed back to the house.

The dream jumped. Since the house was right by the beach, we all went down to the shore to relax. I saw that Autumn had left hundreds of dollars sitting in the sand near the water. I quickly gathered the money and put it in my wallet so she wouldn’t lose it. Meanwhile, the rest of my family played tag or something similar. I wasn’t interested.

The dream jumped. I was driving a truck with Tom Cruise in the passenger seat. We talked about what it was like to be famous and how he even had to deal with his fans in his dreams. I was glad I didn’t have that problem; the world in which I was gaining fame couldn’t significantly influence the waking one. Somehow, Tom Cruise ended up on the front of the vehicle, so I pretended to crush him against a wall when I parked at a restaurant. A reporter took a quick photo of this.

“You could’ve killed me!” Cruise laughed.

“But I didn’t!” I replied. We walked inside.

My family had decided to eat at a restaurant so my mom wouldn’t have to cook. There were doors and mirrors everywhere, but the restaurant was really just one giant room. It felt strange walking around so many mirrors, and I didn’t have a reflection in any of them. My dad greeted the owner of the restaurant. I understood that they were close friends. The place worked similar to a buffet. We got there an hour before closing, though, so we were really paying for less than some of these people… The first edible thing I noticed was a huge sandwich for $2.50. It had eight different meats, two kinds of cheese, and freshly baked bread that put the likes of Subway and Jimmy John’s to shame. Did I mention it was bigger, too? The only catch was that it included sushi, and most of us had never tried it. Fortunately, the owner was clever and put some sushi sample trays out by the sandwiches. Austin tried it first and went to spit it out. I took a bite of the sushi and mulled over it for a minute or so before deciding it wasn’t my favorite seafood. I still wanted one of the sandwiches, though. My dad started munching on the sushi samplers instead.

The dream jumped. We sat in the corner of the restaurant after finishing our food. I kept getting refills on my lemonade. I could never seem to quench my thirst. It didn’t help that no matter how little ice I put in my glass, it always ended up full of ice cubes… I felt like I was making several times as many trips as I should’ve been. We talked about Austin for a while. A guy came back from the kitchen and announced that someone had just died. A man at a nearby table thought he said Obama had been shot. Someone else shouted a similar name, but I had never heard of the person before. Enough of the customers missed the start of the announcement that we shouted back “Who?” as the guy tried to return to the kitchen. He thought we said “When?” and told us “just now.” Frustrated, I pulled out my phone to try and figure it out. I couldn’t find anything on recent deaths. There was a big news story about an escaped convict, though. I watched a report that said he was on his way through Little Italy, a booming town in Oregon dominated by the mafia. Rather than driving into the heart of the city as police expected, he swung south and went through the outskirts of town. All of the traps they’d set for him were completely useless. The reporter explained that in order to keep the public from overreacting, they had limited the number of officers chasing him to two. That meant no helicopters, so they kept losing his trail. I didn’t understand their decision… The guy had already traveled from the northern end of Washington without trouble. If he was so dangerous, why didn’t they just get it over with? The reporter was shown on the scene as a couple of fire trucks whizzed by. He seemed to think that was the next big scoop, but the news station wouldn’t switch the camera back to the anchorwoman. He just sort of shuffled in place for a while and kept repeating that he was standing by for updates to the story.

The dream jumped. My dad and I discussed the death that had been announced earlier. There were already plans to create a series of bills with his face on them in his honor. I still wasn’t totally sure who we were talking about, but people were still murmuring about “the late President,” so I guessed Obama was right after all. I couldn’t believe someone would shoot him. I kept thinking of Lincoln’s assassination.

Some Japanese girls walked up to the front of the store and saw us through the window. They giggled when they saw me, and I understood that they were taken in my by charm. I wasn’t interested in them, so I just kept sipping my lemonade and reading stuff on my phone. They sat down at the table next to ours. I was shocked by how rude they were… They shouted things at the owner of the store even though they had a waiter to answer their questions, and they didn’t seem to understand how placing orders worked. Their waiter showed them a device similar to an abacus with all the current orders on it. It had two stages – one for orders that were ready to be delivered and a second for orders that were being prepared. He would take a round of orders when the first set was delivered to all parties. I was confused… This was supposed to be a buffet, right? Anyway, I tried to help explain the system to one of the girls, and she just stared at me.

“Shut up, Josh,” she finally said. I blinked in bewilderment.

“I don’t want to,” I said sorely. I took a deep gulp of my lemonade. It didn’t occur to me to ask her how she knew my name. As we continued to sit at our table, closing time passed. The owner decided to keep the place open just for us. I took Austin’s orange juice when he wasn’t looking and drank that too. My dad and I figured out a way to drink Austin’s juice without taking his glass… It involved using three straws to overload the physics engine or something like that. Austin was reasonably annoyed by this.

The dream jumped. It was already 11 PM, meaning that the restaurant was open two hours later than it should’ve been. Austin and Chelsea made quick friends with the Japanese girls, and they were all washing dishes in the kitchen. I walked over to the owner and apologized for staying so late. He didn’t say a word to me; he just nodded slowly with a solemn expression. He had huge bags under his eyes… I decided to go help wash dishes so the guy could get some rest. There wasn’t much for me to do, though; the dish washer was already full when I got there. One of the Japanese girls said this was the third load of dishes she’d done since she arrived. I found some dirty clothes piled up and realized they belonged to the owner’s wife. He would need to wash her clothes, too… I couldn’t find a washing machine, so I just folded them up and put them in a sink.

The dream jumped. Someone directed me to a washing machine after they put the load of clothes in. I kept checking on it to make sure there wasn’t anything paper in there (like the hundreds of dollars Autumn left on the beach). Austin kept bringing me little slips of paper with discount coupons and advertisements on them. I had several stacks before I managed to stop him. The Japanese girls giggled at his bizarre prank. I set the stack of paper slips aside and checked on the clothes again. It was getting really dark in the kitchen even with the lights on, so I couldn’t see very well inside… I pulled out my phone to check with my flashlight. I wanted to show it to Austin, but he wouldn’t stick around long enough for me to find the right application. I was really paranoid about dropping my phone in the wash, too.

My first dream of the night is mostly fragments. Its really hard to piece how they went together. I know that at first I was in the vitamin shoppe again with allen. I was looking at all the energy boosters. Then I was Eatting steak at my mothers house at some point. It was incredibly delicious and I asker her how to make it. Next allen and I are apart of the werewolf gang in true blood season 4. I don't think we are werewolves though. Lastly, it was pitch black outside. As it is in so many of my dreams.


The world was possibly coming to an end. I was at my Gma lucys old house with my dad. We began to pack many items. I had a back pack filled with stuff that I considered necessary for when stuff started to go down. I packed tooth brushes, toilet paper, silver (since it went up really high in value and we were going to scrap it for cash), we each took a handgun. My dad had a pistol and I had a revolver. I packed clothes, food, small tent, maps, soap, medicine, extra. The list was extensive. The tv was on while we packed. The news caster was talking about how war and huge waves and volcano explosions were all going to happen at once. That is we wanted to survive we needed to head for the trees. Suddenly I was no longer at my grandmothers and allen was with me, not my dad. We only had $12,000 for all our cash I was trying to pack him up but he wasn't taking it serious enough. He was looking up staffs to buy and was just kind of hanging out. He went to the bathroom and his phone rang. It was curly blue (alex). I answered the phone. Alex said that he needed to speak to allen immediately. I told him id have him call him back. I knew for some reason that curly was going to offer to fly allen out to London with him. I also knew London was going to be hit by a huge wave and everyone would die. I thought about not telling allen that curly called but I realized that may back fire. I told allen and allen lucky seemed on board to stay. I was finished packing for us and I was ready to enter the woods.

I am a teenager again living at my parents old house. For some reason my sister lives is a little girl (about 5) and living there too. I watch some tv show with her and I braid her hair and scratch her back. In being a very loving sister (strange). I left her in the house and I decided to go outside. There was a woodsy are behind the house across the street. It had a small fire pit with logs all around it. All the neighborhood teens would hang out there. A small party is going on and everyone is drinking beer out of red plastic cups. Im sitting on a log in a flannel style shirt. I think it may have been the early ninety's by the way everyone is dressed. An older man with white hair comes out of nowherer. He is making flirting faces at me and I am trying togo avoid eye contact. He sits next to me on the log but I continue to stare at the fire. He starts asking me questions about what's me name and stuff. I ignore him. Then he super creepily tells me my sister is awake and I should check on her. I turn to him with disgust and run back home. I lock the doors and check on Hailey, who is sleeping.

Allen and I are at some swimming center. The pool is huge, like olympic sized. He jumps in and starts doing laps. I am not ready and I want to look around since the place is so beautiful. The place is like a palace. There are beige stone walls and pillars everywhere. I can't even begin to describe how huge the place was. There were beautiful white curtains hanging down from the wall where there were arches. I walked around for a very long time. I decided to go swim in the shallow area and let allen teach me. As I walked up it looked huge. But when I got in the pool shrunk to the size of a bath tub. I was alone in the tub and I thought to myself that it would be impossible to swim in this. I called allens name out a few times but no one came. I noticed now that there was a blue shower curtain next to me and I was in a white bathroom.

So, this nightmare occurred in the time space of one hour.
I fell asleep at 23:30 and woke up at 00:30, soaked in sweat.

I do not remember much from the actual dream, other than it was really dark, I was in a Colosseum, and a paranormal spirit pushed me out on the fighting grounds, to watch me battle with a paranormal enormous bull that I could only sense and hear, simply for it's own entertainment. The spirit was a teenage girl, however, I didn't actually see or hear her. She talked to me through my mind, and pushed me while I could only sense her being there.
The bull rushed towards me, hit me heads-first, and sent me flying.

That's all I can remember, but I am sure there was more to it. I recall something about walking through passages in darkness, but I am not sure.

Was playing softball with youngest kids at camp. They threw the ball a certain weird way and the guy was teaching me how. He looked certain that I was going to do bad and had a smile because his kid was going to score. I wasn't going o let that happen. Alarm went off. Time for a wbtb.

Long dream about getting a sacred chinese artifact to safety. We were held by string and walked from place to place cleansing the next artifact
to once cleansed it would lead us to the next one. I liked walking those long distances and we would party and celebrate after every artifact that we returned. During a celebration I met up with two women who's dad was a chinese leader for the artifact. I brought her to us to show her the artifacts. She killed a lot of us and ran with the artifact saying it was over for us. This happened in slow motion as we watched her run. We all started screaming and ran to get her. She lead us to a chinese looking house with a pool. We all jumped in the pool to get her. I stayed on top. I heard struggling and then all our guys started surfacing and were dead. I somehow got the artifact and ran but was running slow. It was all rewinding. It then showed a conspiracy on how we were revived from the start. Alarm went off.

Tried a WILD afternoon nap with some relaxation music
The Best Relaxing Sounds Ever vol1 - The Ocean - YouTube
Sent me straight to sleep! : (

Can't remember what I was dreaming about, but I know that I woke up from a dream into another dream. At some point I became lucid and was flying around.

Awake Non-Lucid Vivid

This was after my WBTB, where I done a mantra saying that I will wake up after each REM, lie still and DEILD.

I'm in a large music room with a class, although there's only a few of us here. The only person I actually notice and take an interest in is a tall boy with strawberry blonde hair. There are two piano's, which I decide to try and play. I sit down and try to play a familiar piece, but the keys are flat and not defined, so I find it very hard to play.

Suddenly a teacher -a man- comes in and says we need to move out, that we're homeless and on the run. We all troop out into medieval Scotland. We walk for ages, trying to get to the border between Scotland and England. I swear and jump about, because it's legal in Scotland but not England (only in the dream of course). I run ahead of everyone, trying to find the sign. Eventually I see i've ran past it into England. Scared, I quickly re-cross the border.

Night has fallen and everyone is chilled to the bone, and tired. We huddle together, shivering. They all move away to find a place to sleep. I notice two dark, twisted gates facing each other. I move to the one on the left, climb up the tall stone walls until i'm peering over it.

There's bushes and gravestones everywhere. Sticks of fire light up patches of the area. I get the feeling that I can change things, so with a bit of effort I manage to make some of the graves sparkle blue.

With a shriek, a gargoyle flies past, a firey torch on it's back and a spear clenched in it's claws. I drop to the ground before it sees me and realise with horror that this is the cursed graveyard. Anyone who is seen in it is doomed to be hunted down and brutally murdered by the monsters inside, if they are seen. It's why there are torches everywhere, and the monsters carry them with them.

But, the graveyard opposite the cursed, is a safe haven. Unsure if i've been spotted, I sprint into the safe graveyard to find my group. They're on the dirty ground, curled up sleeping. Heart pounding, I lie down. I can't sleep because I still feel something is wrong.

Where's the blonde boy? I can't see him. He didn't go into the graveyard did he? Fear gripping me, I run back over to the cursed graveyard. Instead of climbing, I fly up into the air. Yes! He's down in there. I can't let him be seen.

I shoot out my hand, which extinguishes a nearby fire. I do this to the ones around him, and even to the flying gargoyle, which shrieks menacingly. I don't care, I just need to get the guy out of here.

And unfortunately I can't remember any more than that It was rather creepy..

Dream - Lucid

I was sitting in my room, I think I was supposed to be moving away soon. Someone called me on the phone. I picked it up, and it was some random teenage girl that I didn't know. Apparently, a lot of people I didn't know had been calling me lately. She lived out of state, I think she told me she lived in Kentucky. After that, there was awkward silence, and then I told her I was from Tennessee. We talked a little bit more, then there was more silence. I took that opportunity to hang up. I figured she didn't know me anyway so what did it matter?

I then saw the US from above. My view would zoom from location to location, and snow would cover wherever my vision stopped, mostly on top of houses. I remember thinking that I wished it would snow like that here.

Then, I was in my old high school's auditorium. The lights were all out and many people were there. There was some extremely dangerous magic show taking place. On the stage, I saw some smiling women with very sharp knives who were coming entirely too lose to stabbing this guy. He didn't seem too concerned with it though.

Then, I was on the stage on the left side. I was handed a very light stick with an ember burning on the end. I was up there with a few other people who all had the sticks as well. There were burning torches on the sides of the stage. In the middle of a stage was a chair. Someone was supposed to sit in that chair while we lit the tops of our sticks and almost set the person on fire, kind of like what the women with the knives were doing. I saw some people sitting on the right side of the stage who were supposed to come sit in the chair. My old high school friends Sara and Rachel were among them.

Someone, a guy, volunteered to sit in the chair. We were about to begin. My stick was lit on fire, as was everyone else's. I then decided that this was cruel and I couldn't do it. I put the stick out, threw it, left the stage and ran towards the exit. People started to applaud me, but only a few. It sounded like it was going to escalate to thunderous applause, but it was very short and light. I didn't care, I just wanted out of there.

I was then standing in what looked kind of like the entrance to my college's recreation center. Behind the counter, I saw a black man who was a bit older than me wearing a suit. He said hello to me. At first, I thought it was my friend Josh, but as I got closer, I noticed it was someone I didn't know. He asked me a question, and I didn't quite catch it. I said
"What?"
He didn't repeat the question, but instead started handing out some things, I can't remember what, but he handed me one as well. I figured that he had been trying to ask me something about what he had just handed me.

~

I woke up and looked at my phone. It said it was 5:34 (maybe 37? Can't quite recall) in the morning. Huh, that's weird, I thought it was like 10 or 11. I heard my brother getting ready in the bathroom. I looked again, and it still said it was 5:34. Oh well. I went back to sleep.

New Code Celebrating Over 100 MILDs:
Non-Lucid
Lucid
Awake

NOTE: I completely forgot to do the TOTY and the advanced TOTM. But I at least had a good lucid.

I recall being in an office room. I was at my desk working. Some girl was talking to me about leaving or something(not too sure). So, I came over to her desk. At this time, I became lucid! Awesome! So, I had some dialogue with her, that I don't quite remember, and a few little kids came in and left at some point. I then left as well. I exited the building. It was a bright and sunny day outside. It was a bit cloudy though. I now start to fly towards a large set of buildings. Suddenly, I'm in a jet. What the...? I'm not sure what jet it was, but I think it was an F-16. Sweet! Time to have some fun! I now open fire on some of the buildings, with a gatling-gun I have built in. I notice the buildings end at a forest. Damn! I turn around and I realize I have missiles too! I fire some, and I totally miss. Damn it all. I reach the first house again, and turn around. I realize I have bombs too! I drop some bombs on the first house, and keep going. I drop bombs on the next house, then I miss the next one. And I fire missiles into the next house. Turn again, and fire my machine gun at a small house. I turn again, and fire missiles at the house I missed, and it goes up in flames. I then blow up another house with missiles. And then the small house too. I see a large crowd outside the first house, and I open fire on them with my machine gun. I wipe out a large amount of them. I turn, and I see a small windmill, which I blow up with missiles. I turn, and fire missiles at the crowd, killing most of them. I finally land at the house. I get out of the craft, and hop down to the ground. No one even seems to be mad at me. That's weird. Really weird. I now hear a familiar voice from behind. I turn and see my friend Cable. He gestures for me to follow him. He's got a good head start, so I know to catch up. I charge my ki. Ready to speed fly. I jump, and face-plant into the grass. Dammit. So now, he finally just comes to me. He's also with another friend, who I don't know at all. Probably just some stupid DC. Someone now comes outside the house. They tell Cable he needs to come inside and fix his guitar. He says he has to go. No he doesn't. This is my dream, I'm hanging with my friend, not being bored to death. I tell him to follow me. We enter a building that is still standing. I summoned it of course, cause I never leave a job undone. I see a black guitar hanging. I take it down, and strap it on myself. I check its tuning, and it's good. I hand it to Cable, and he's in awe. He says it's awesome. We go back outside and we walk to the side of the first house. A girl is standing there with a red Fender Stratocaster(It's a guitar for those of you who don't know). Cable and her start playing some song I've never heard before. He now hands me the guitar, which the guitar is too low. I fix it, Nd I step next to the girl. I play the guitar solo to "Any Way You Want It." We set the guitars down now, and we sit on a bench nearby. A gang comes by, and we start talking. One guy says he would like to invite the girl to have sex with him tomorrow. Um...that's an odd question. Cable and I now leave her. And I soon awake quickly and unexpectedly. It was too quick for me to prepare for an L-DEILD.

I only remember one dream last night, but it was pretty vivid, possibly due to REM rebound from drinking.

First thing I remember, I was with R on a back road just within a forest. We had both eaten some shrooms and were already tripping. Upon waking up I immediately reflected on how much the feeling of it was like actually tripping. The mental state wasn't quite the same, but the physical feeling was;and that's a feeling I can't quite recall while awake. We were supposed to be near the gathering point for some sort of "festival". After sitting there a bit, I started to feel a little uncomfortable. I got up and started walking down a few streets, and was feeling fairly anxious. Shortly I came up to a building that was like that "psychedelic crisis tent" that someone set up at Burning Man (probably where this idea came from). I was pretty anxious at this point, but I didn't want to go in, thinking for some reason that I didn't want to give them my name. I thought of giving them a fake name, but quickly rejected the idea and started to walk away. As I left I quickly started feeling better, for some reason. I walked downhill, then made a 180 to the left and back up to where my friend was. While walking down the hill, something put on my mind the idea that most people don't drink enough water, and came up with some sort of guideline to avoid getting dehydrated. Now I wanted to get back to my friend because my water bottle was back there. As I arrived back my friend was just getting up from where he had been lying. We continued walking up the hill, towards where some people were entering the woods. I asked him "So, is this like, a hippie festival, or something?" I remember wanting to run into someone else who was tripping. We entered the woods and I asked what sort of festival it was. He said "Well, what do we always do?" and made a hand motion like smoking a joint. There were a few people to our right, and a steep hill to our left with more people at the bottom. The people to our right were playing "Candyman" by the Grateful Dead. It sounded amazing, and I think I sang along briefly. Next they played some Led Zeppelin song. My friend and I made our way down the hill, and to our left was this spot where there was a sort of division between the woods and a totally different area, in a desert and darker as if it were dusk, with a door connecting the two. There were two lines of people in the desert area, and me and my friend went over there. That's about the last I remember, and the dream ended just after that.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was at a train station at night. I might have been with one other person. Otherwise, the place was empty. The station was like a short, long, covered platform with fluorescent lights, with another platform, which was uncovered and completely dark. It kind of felt like I was in the middle of nowhere.

One train came on the tracks at the covered platform. I noticed either that it was the wrong train or that it was going in the wrong direction. It was like these trains were running on subway lines, even though I wasn't familiar with these lines.

There might have been two different lines at this station. Both the lines had "Queens" as one of their final destinations. One of the lines had a town that sounded like "Cambridgeshire" (???) as the second of its final destinations.

I was looking for a train heading away from Queens. Another train was arriving, this time at the uncovered tracks. I was pretty sure it was heading away from Queens, so I thought it might be the right train. I walked over to the train.

The train was very tall, with the actual car maybe one and a half meters off the ground. The inside of the train was totally dark. The train was about to pull away. I got the impression that this was the wrong train. To double check, right before the train pulled away, I jumped up twice into the air, flashing a "sign" (basically, my hands were both lifted up and spread out, as if I were trying to give someone two high-fives) into the train.

I knew now that this was the wrong train. The train may have started to pull away. I realized some person in control of some kind of rail operations had seen me flash the signs into the train. I wondered if he would think I was trying to cause some trouble, or that I had thrown something dangerous onto the train.

I walked away from the platform. I may have been hoping to find my friend and stick to him, so that nobody would think I was dangerous.

I was now with my brother and sister in a kitchen. The kitchen was probably really dim, which may have made it feel really small and crowded. We were gathered around a smallish, round, fake-wood table. One or two of us may have been standing. The other/s was/were standing.

One of us, possibly my sister, may have mentioned something bad about the way my dad had been treating us. Later, somehow, I saw my dad. He was talking to me or to everybody. But he couldn't remember my name. It was simply like he hadn't had anything to do with me for so long that he couldn't remember my name. He may have apologized for this fact. I may have told him it was okay.

Later, my dad was changing diapers. He may have been changing my diapers, although I seemed to be at least partly separated from the person changed, and the person being changed probably did seem like a small baby. The diaper was a small diaper, for a really litttle baby. It was full of urine, and it smelled horrible.

My dad may have been balling up this diaper. He may now actually have been complaining, as if his inability to remember my name were an actual shortcoming of my own.

Dream #2

I was out on a sunny balcony. The floor was probably concrete. The barrier and the apartment wall may have been bright white. I may have been sitting at something like a school desk, looking out and across to another huge building.

There was a black man behind me. He was a schoolteacher. Apparently I had been studying the subject he taught, all on my own. He was very impressed by the amount of independent interest I'd shown in his subject. He gave me some words of encouragement, then said he was going to teach his class now.

There was apparently a window to my left. I heard it open. I knew that the teacher's classroom was actually the room with the window. I looked in through the screen as the teacher began his lesson. He had erased something off a chalkboard and then written a long, kind of complex equation on the board. Somehow he made it very easy to understand, very simple.

I realized the teacher had been giving the lecture for me. So I decided to at least go in and listen, to show him I was thankful that he'd thought of me. I walked into the building.
Before the classroom there was a small alcove. I had left "my backpack" in this alcove. My textbook (as if I were actually in the teacher's class now) was in my backpack. As I went to get it, I passed the doorway into the classroom. I saw that everybody in the classroom was sitting in very small chairs, possibly with no desks.

The teacher began to criticize everybody for some kind of sloppy aspect of their work. It may have had something to do with not bringing either their work or their textbooks to class. I felt like this criticism was largely directed at me. But I felt like at least today I couldn't be criticized for not bringing my book to class.

I opened my backpack and pulled my book out. It was jammed into my backpack, amid a whole bunch of loose papers, possibly with equations all over them.

I was now out on a street in the suburbs. I was trying to get somewhere on time. I had probably left class at an awkward time specifically so I could get to this other place on time. I was walking along a street which may have felt like it was along some kind of ridge, looking down to an expanse of blocks of houses. The sky was dim, smoky grey, almost dirty-coppery.

I felt drops of rain. I thought I should head back home (?) to get either a raincoat or an umbrella. I actually turned back and walked a few steps "toward home." But I decided that since I was wearing a red, waterproof jacket, I didn't need either a raincoat or umbrella. I turned back in the direction of my destination.

I now felt a lot of rain. I turned back again, thinking I really should go back home for something. But I turned right back around, toward my destination. I figured if I hurried I could make it without getting extremely wet.

At the same time I heard a group of young boys, maybe ten or so years old, rough-housing with each other. One of the boys, a kind of shaggy-haired, blonde boy with gold-tan skin and wearing a baggy, green, plaid, flannel shirt and baggy jeans, recognized me. He shouted out to me in his rough-housing voice.

I kept walking, as if I didn't hear the boy. I knew I had promised before that I would play with him. But I couldn't do it now. I had to get to my destination. If the boy were to think I'd heard him, he'd follow me. And I didn't want him to follow me, either. I thought he'd get bored. I walked faster away.

But the boy kept following me. He called after me. I was walking fast, almost running, along a grass ridge looking down to the blocks of houses in the valley. Finally I said to the boy, "Fine. You can come along -- if you can follow me!"

I started running down a street on a slope. But I was running in something like a crawling position. But the crawling was very fast and low, almost like the height and speed of Luke Skywalker's flying car in Star Wars. (Although, on waking, I'd thought that my running position had been something like that of a scorpion.)

It was raining a lot by now. I "ran" down a steeply sloped street and then down a gently sloped street. I sped through a few more streets, zigzagging around corners. But the boy was still behind me.

I was now probably approaching my destination. I was in an area that felt like it was indoors, even though it probably was outdoors. The sky (if it was a sky) was dark.

I ran past a power plant, which was a huge area, full of shiny, silvery metal pipes, all tightly banded together, and weird, beaker-shaped structures maybe three meters tall, also made out of the silvery metal, but with some kind of blue circles on them, possibly on their bases.

It was like I was "running" on a path or aisle space around this power plant. The power plant was on my left. As I turned a corner to my left, a grocery store chain's warehouse stood on the right side of the path. It was possibly for a Kroger's, King Sooper's, or Safeway chain.

I ran around another left corner, but I found that the grocery warehouse building was going to merge with the power plant. It did, and as I rounded another corner, I found myself in a culdesac made out of the structures of the power plant and the walls of the grocery warehouse.

I turned around. The boy hadn't gotten around this last corner, but he wasn't far behind. I ran into him at some kind of stairway or something. We were definitely indoors now.

I looked to my right and saw, a ways away, a few women beyond a door and in something like a library. The women were all maybe in their mid or late twenties. They were all really pretty, with really nice bodies, and they were all dressed professionally.

I "remembered" that I had just come from that library. I had had to take a subway home from there, possibly with a group of kids I had volunteered to supervise. We'd taken a cicrcuitous route, and we'd needed to change trains at least once. After all that trouble, I "remembered," we'd only gotten to this place. But this place was a very short walk from where we'd started! I kind of thought that sometimes the train was more trouble than it was worth.

But as the boy and I walked through a set of swinging doors (like doors going into the back area of a grocery store, like a meat area), I looked back over to the girls in the library. I felt like if I kept looking at them long enough, while they were unaware of me, I'd catch some of them starting to make out with each other. I was pretty sure they were all gay, but that they were just hiding it from me.

The boy and I were now in a small, foyer-like area. To my left, the area seemed to fade off into something like an outdoor area with a maze of metal staircases. To my right was another set of doors, hard double-doors like the entrance to the school. Before me was a window wall. It was night outside and dark in this foyer-like space.

The boy was now a girl. She was a freshman in high school, and I was a senior in college. But this girl still liked me. And I probably liked her. There was another girl with us. She was probably my age.

I left the situation. The older girl told the younger girl that if she liked me she should just go with it. She should tell me she liked me.

There was now a view of the girl's family. The oldest son of the family was in a coma. The mother was watching over him. The son seemed to be laid out on a bed-like table in a room that kind of looked like a bedroom in a suburban house.

Now the scene had changed. The woman was still watching over the oldest son. But the mother was now with another woman, or possibly another two women her age. None of the women may have been wearing pants.

The mother told the other women, "My daughter told me, 'I don't care what you think! I'm just gonna live my life and love who I wanna love!'" The mother was saying this in a bragging tone, as if she were proud of her daughter standing up for herself and going out with an older boy.

The mother walked away from the group, still talking about some of the things her daughter had said. The mother's panties were loose, and I saw something jutting out from the back of the crotch, like a maxi pad or a diaper.

I was now standing out on some sidewalk, possibly in a space like out in front of an airport. It was morning. The sun was up, but it wasn't over the buildings, so there were little shafts of gold light and big pools of grey-blue shadow. It may have been cold outside.

I was out on the sidewalk with a young man who probably looked a lot like Lance Loud from the reality show An American Family. The young man was in something like the situation the girl had been in. Except now the situation was that the young man was gay. He'd told his mother, but she didn't approve. They'd gotten into an argument and hadn't spoken with each other in a while.

But now the oldest son had woken out of his coma and was coming with his mother to meet the young man. The car pulled up to the curb. The oldest son, who kind of looked like a young Andy Warhol in terrible, sixties-style clothes, got out of the car and greeted the young man.

The oldest son said, "What's the deal man? I know you need to express yourself. But think of how I did it! Do it with a little more sense and tact."

The oldest son himself was apparently gay. He had, however, broken the news to his mother with a lot better results.

The oldest son then asked the young man, "By the way, do you have any cash I might be able to borrow?"

The oldest son and the young man walked down a few cars, to an old, seventies-style cadillac which had just pulled up. It was a drug dealer's car. The oldest son and the young man were apparently going to shoot up on heroin right there, in front of everybody. The young man even had one of his sleeves rolled up!

The three of us were now in some trash-strewn area at the base of columns for a bridge. We were all sitting in furniture, like a whole living froom set had been laid out in this trash-strewn area. We were all waiting for some guy, possibly someone like a drug dealer, or someone to gived us money for drugs.

As we waited, the oldest son turned on a song by Elliott Smith, probably from his album Figure 8. I thought I knew the song. But I was only getting half the words. I wondered to myself if the oldest son liked Elliott Smith because he kind of sounded like Lance Loud. Lance Loud was something of a gay icon. So if Elliott Smith sounded like Lance Loud, maybe gay males sympathized with him. (WTF???)

The next song to play was a Beatles song. It was to the tune of "This Boy," but it had something to do with the words "Sweet Girl" or "Sweet Angel." I managed to half-sing along with this song as well.

I began to wonder if the young man was getting jealous of me. I knew all the songs the oldest son was playing. I seemed to be showing off that fact. Would the oldest son think I knew a lot, and would he fall in love with me? Was I taking the oldest son's love away from the young man? I may have stoppedd singing at this point, so it wouldn't look like I was singing to impress the oldest son.

Dream #3

I walked into a narrow-looking shop on a narrow, stage-like street of wood-fronted buildings. The store was something like a Victoria's Secret. It was getting close to closing time. There were three girls working at the shop, all talking with each other. None of them seemed too worried about my presence.

I looked around the shop. There were all kinds of panties for little girls. There was apparently lingerie somewhere as well. For some reason I thought I'd try on some of the lingerie. I thought I'd buy some of the little girl panties and wear them while I tried on the lingerie. I thought I'd ask the women working at the store if they were okay with this. (WTF?)

But the girls were still talking and joking with each other, apparently getting ready to close the shop for the night. And I still couldn't find the lingerie.

I climbed up on top of one table and then scaled up a bunch of wall-mounted racks. High up in a rack I found more little girl's panties. One pair was pink, satiny, skinny-looking panties. Another pair was like satiny boy-short panties. They were mostly pink, with some blue on the hips. They also had some design like a weird, almost tribal-looking, but cartoony, butterfly on them.

I mayy eventually have spoken with one of the girls.

So i went to take litle nap cus i was little tired , and i had litle short wild but i woke up quick and i stayed awake for like 2-3 hours ,,

then i sleept and i keept seeing something at my pc Monitor.. it was some building stuff

then i woke up but i didnt opened my eyes and i was going to join a dream and i said my next dream will be LD cus ii know "what i saw the building stuff at my PC Screen"

so i joined the FA/AP Dream world and i said.. "I AM Lucid Dreaming CUS IM FUCKING AWESOME " And i started flying in my room like 10 secs then i didnt know what to do to go down to stabilize the dream my head was like bombed up it was hurting or how to say it and i woke up