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well , dont remember good what i dreamed like ,everything etc.. but i remember last dream which looked awesome..

so it was something like MISSIONS Written

1. a ship time. rip day
2. a ship time. the same day
thats weird but interesting..

well i was with like 6-7 friends.. in a Bicycle i think in a jungle / forest.. and we had to move ot finish our 1st misson .. so then our enemies cake they were black monsters or so .. we killed them i think and they killed few to..

well it was like a place with civillians and turn with mobs somehow..
so we finish killing the mobs and then there was a bridge but broken or so.. and 2 side to go from water.. so i jumped my self and swim to other side of the ship but i walked away to checkthe place it was a man who got headshot with wood spike lol and he didnt know where to go so i sent him to the water when i saw the water i saw like weed leafs, then i saw a china guy with bicycle coming to me and asking me where i go etc.. well i went back to other side cus i left friends and then i told to my friend i think he was litle special cus we were riding the mission together that i found a safe place.. and it was the other side.. and we jumped to water like 7 ppl with byicycles etc and swimmed then in the water just 1 meter there was cement and a button to make the SHIP gates open lol . we clicked and waited.. then i woke up..

there was more interesting stuff in that dream it was like i had a girl or something i was doing mission for it .. idk .


have fun

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an audience, probably on the far left side, a few rows back from the front, in a zoo-theatre. On the stage were two workers, one at the front of the stage and one at the back. The one at the back of the stage wore a white jumpsuit and cap and may have been mopping the floor. The one at the front stood before two "polar bears."

The two "bears" stood up and were on the right (my right) side of the stage. The stood next to each other, side to side, so that it was hard for me to see the one in the back. The one toward the front, however, did not look much like a real polar bear, but like a mix between a polar bear and the huge, shaggy dog on Sesame Street. It was all shaggy, and its face, except a huge, black nose, was covered over with shaggy fur.

It was like I had come in in the middle of the worker's act. He was telling everybody how he could freeze a polar bear so that it wouldn't hurt him, even when he got close to it. He was now standing right in front of the front polar bear (which towered over him), repeating the words, "Don't move, don't move." He may also have been stroking the bear's right arm.

The bear didn't move, and it only seemed to be slightly annoyed by the zoo worker. The zoo-worker then said that this was all a matter of training, and that on some days the training still didn't work. So it was kind of a dangerous thing to do.

The bear now turned toward us in the audience. I was now in the very front row, on the very far right side, very close to the front polar bear. The bear, turning to us, made a weird motion with his arms, like a magician's gesture, and made a "sshha!" sound, which was also supposed to be magic.

Nobody reacted to the bear. I don't think anybody knew or cared what it was doing. But I understood. The bear wanted to hypnotize and freeze somebody else. He wanted the hypnotizing relationship to be reciprocal, so that he could feel he had a little control over the situation. So I did my best to act hypnotized and frozen, to make the polar bear feel good.

The worker was now over at the left side of the stage. He lifted a baby polar bear out of something like a cradle or one of those clear hospital beds for newborns. The baby bear looked like an actual animal. But it was long and greyish, like a seal, with arms and legs like a polar bear.

The worker said the baby bear was just at the beginning of its training, so that the worker's ability to freeze the baby bear would be less predictable. But the worker thought he could do it. But as soon as he tried, the baby bear took a swipe with his sharp claws at the worker's mouth.

The worker said, "Whoa!" and put the baby bear back in its bed. He then told the audience, "Yeah, I don't think we can do it today. The baby bear isn't being agreeable."

Dream #2

I, possibly as someone else, was in a small boat in something like a Venetian (?) canal at night. I saw myself as if from behind and separated by ten meters or so.

The canal was much wider than usual, and it was in the midst of a town that looked almost as if it were made only of wooden frames and scaffolding. The whole thing was very still, and it was lit from above with something like stage lights.

My small boat was close to a small, wooden dock, at which knelt a kind of young, handsome, Arabic man. The man had a moderate mustache and a slightly stubbly face. He wore robes and a small, wrapped headdress. He had given me some kind of advice, which I accepted. I was now rowing, or simply drifting, away in my boat.

I was now in an airplane, possibly with my brother. The plane was crashing into the ocean, not far from some small island.

There was some kind of narration over the event, possibly as a memory from a female passenger. She said something about how everybody was acting okay as the plane crashed. But, she said, once the plane flipped upside-down, it was extremely difficult for everybody to stay composed. It was even painful.

I hadn't remembered the plane flipping over. I thought, Is that really how it's going to happen? I don't know if I can take it!

But the plane flipped over and crashed into the water. As it flipped over and crashed, I seemed to be separated from the whole situation, as if only imagining in my head all the different painful possibilities of being flipped upside-down in an airplane, crashing my head against the ceiling, etc.

There was a lot of panicked feeling, but it all kind of faded away. The scene faded into my brother and I floating in the boat on the canal. We had drifted out toward the center of the canal. We sat up and began rowing our way back to the sides.

There had been some huge storm and flood in the canal. My brother and I had barely survived. But the water levels were now back to normal. Things were calm.

We were rowing our way to a portion of the canal that was light with morning light, not dark, like the previous portion of canal (still) was. We rowed in the water between two long, wooden docks. On the platform at the end of and between the two docks stood the Arabic man. I realized that the advice this man had given me had saved me and my brother.

I somehow left my brother on the front end of the left dock. I rowed back toward the end.

I approached the man. He either reached out or bent over to help me up to the dock. He also had an object in his hand. It looked like some kind of NERF toy. It was a hot-pink circle outline against a black circle of fabric, like some kind of pad for catching velcro balls.

I was very grateful for the man's advice. I wanted to prove it in a really personal way. So I asked the man, "How do you say 'thank you' in Arabic?"

The man asked, "Arabic?" He stood up and looke a little confused, maybe even uneasy. I noticed that a couple other men were with the Arabic man. They were all doing some kind of work in the city behind them. The city may have been white stone buildings or more of the wood-frame structures. The whole scene was bathed in gentle, yellow sunlight.

I was worried the man wasn't Arabic. But he finally answered something like, "Meretas," or, "Muhretas."

I was still in the boat, rowing back toward the front of the dock. The man walked alongside me, or a little behind, on the left (as I had approached them) dock. The man and I were discussing something.

I was working a little too hard to make the man feel at ease. I still felt like I had somehow offended him by asking him how to say "thank you" in Arabic. I felt like he now also regarded me suspiciously. I was trying to prove I wasn't suspicious.

I was listening to Apollo 13 on the DVD player all night while I was dreaming, and I could hear the movie in my dreams. In this dream, I'm staying at a detached guest house about 45 feet from the main residence. It's 2:00 in the morning. I'm looking up at the stars, I see Betelgeuse, and I send a wave of love to it because I know Adam is there. Then it occurs to me that we haven't advanced far enough in technology yet that he would be in another star system. I just know he's far away.

I go to the house, which I usually do at 2 in the morning when it's quiet just to sit in the living room. This time, it's filled with young science students who are trying to figure out a project. There is a lot going on. They're trying to save one of their buddies who is stuck on a spacecraft. I say this would make a good screenplay and one of them smiles, but they're all clearly more serious than that.

They keep working on it, and I notice a green messenger bag that John has given me. He's taped the notes for a theatre project onto the flap. I remove the paper with the notes, and it occurs to me that when John sees that I've done this, it'll be a daring move.

The guys in the spacecraft are eventually saved, everyone cheers, and one young man in the next car gives me a Spock "live long and prosper" sign. I smile and give him one back, conscious that anyone who sees this will think we are geeks! He smiles back, and shows his other hand (his left hand), which has only three fingers that are naturally arranged in the Vulcan peace sign - and he says, "This is the only way I can make my hands look even." It's clearly a joke. I smile in acknowledgement and then drive away with whoever's driving the car I'm in.

For one of these rare times, I simply haven't a clue what any of this means in my life. Edit: Oh, except the thing with John's messenger bag. Removing the theatre project notes symbolizes removing the guise of working together on a project. The simple messenger bag, without that embellishment tacked on, symbolizes us simply being together without a reason other than plain, simple desire. That thought is so scary that it had to couch itself in the symbolism of the green messenger bag. By removing the theatre notes, I'm boldly giving him the message that the messenger bag is a personal gift, not a utilitarian one. Brassy move. I'm sure I couldn't say something like that to him in real life...or possibly even say it to myself.

(There is a "trigger warning" on the content of this dream.)

This dream takes place in a sort of Medieval fantasy world, much like Lord of the Rings. I am my dream incarnation Kalima, who has orange hair and wears a white and violet dress. I am in the center of a large valley of some kind. I am on a flat plain surrounded completely by large snowy mountains. It is cold and dry and it is either late autumn or I am far north, though there is no snow on the ground.

I know I am trying to find my way to a certain land, but I do not know how to get there. I am in the process of escaping another land where people are trying to kill me because I have been accused of witchcraft. A while ago I was being pursued by a group of men dressed in furs who were riding black horses, but somehow I avoided them and ended up in this valley. I am nervous because there are no trees or large boulders to hide behind and if the horsemen make there way into this valley, they will surely see me.

I head for the smallest range of mountains and try to traverse over it, but I lack supplies and I am starving, I am too tired and it is too cold. I collapse and some travellers find me and take me to their cabin on the other side of the mountain. I sleep for a long time and when I awake I am in a trance like state and I start drawing maps because for some reason I am unable to speak and cannot tell my rescuers where I am trying to go.

Some of the older men in the family recognizes the land I have drawn in my map and they gathers supplies to try and take me there. We travel for a long time and are almost at my destination when the horsemen find us and attack us. All of the men I am travelling with, except one, are killed and we are taken prisoner. We are taken to a camp set up by the horsemen and I am interrogated and tortured because the horsemen want to know where I was headed, though for some reason I am still unable to talk. Late in the night thw lone survivor of the men I had been travelling with is tortured and killed. After his death some of the horsemen gang rape me repeatedly.

Dawn comes and I am traumatized and exhausted and am looking forward to the horsemen killing me for witchcraft because I do not want to live anymore. Before they can assault me further the horsemen's camp is attacked by elven warriors and the horsemen flee or are killed. I am overhwelmed by everything that has happened and pass out.

When I wake up I am in a large palace somewhere and there are beautiful elven people walking around and whispering softly in the grand halls. My wounds are dressed and there is fresh fruit and bread on a table near by soft bed. I am still traumatized from the torture and rape, and still unable to talk, yet somehow I know that I have arrived at my destination and I fall back into a such deep sleep that I do not know if I am just asleep or if I have died.

Vividness: 5/5
Recall: 3/5

I'm in a baskethall I used to play as a kid. I don't know how it comes, but I'm in one of the teams. I sit on the bench and see how the game goes. Our team seems to be loosing. I see all the missed opportunities to pass the ball etc.
A player in our team is replaced by me. We play from this time on really awesome and we don't seem to be loosing anymore. The ball's out and the clock stops. I look at the screen and see, that we have the same number of points, but just 1 second is left. It's our ball. So a player passes the ball and he shoots. I see how the ball flies, hear how the alarm goes and I see that we made it to score the piont. So we won!
I feel really awesome. I begin to think about it, but my thoughts are really disorganized and it's hard to me to focus.I remember that I thought how it would be if I play in a real team in real life. I argued with my self if this is really happening or if it's a dream. I see that the players in my team are complete strangers to me
Unfortunately I don't know anymore what happened next. Might be a lucid :/

1) Large building. LUCID. Flight and phasing. Sport with Tim, catch with ball. I had a rope and claw and caught it by flinging it out and wrapping around the rubber ball. Toss it off near him. Flirting? With Shelby.

[COLOR="red"]Lucid [/COLOR]
[COLOR="royalblue"]Semi-Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I had a dream of me playing StarCraft II. But when I started to play, everything started to run much faster.
My opponent could for some reason keep up with that pace and then he smashed me with his army.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="slategray"]I woke up and saw that I had forget to turn the volume up on my Iphone so I had overslept one hour.
So I had to spend 7 minutes on fixing the timer setup on my Iphone app, but everytime I changed something on the Iphone it changed back, so I even thought I was dreaming, but I was just so tired that I messed up the buttons.
When I was done I got right back to sleep.

The alarm woke me up 4 times (8+4+8+12=32 minutes) but when I got the feeling agains I gave up and moved...

I then started to have a pretty vivid dream[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I dreamt that the characters from "How I met your mother" was going to be my new neighbours.
I got really happy and excited, then Robin comes and say that she hated this neighborhood and that made everyone to change their mind. For some weird reason I went down to hug Lily before they went away. [/COLOR]

[COLOR="slategray"]I woke up and thought damn I want to have my fourth lucid dream, I have to go back to sleep.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I had a dream about me having a dog and it was so cute, then I don't remember exactly because this was just a fragment when I woke up the next time.[/COLOR]
[COLOR="slategray"]
I woke up and remembered a fragment of a dog, and were still dissapointed that I didn't had my fourth in a row.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]Then I had a really vivid dream about me and my friend talking on Skype, but I can't remember what we talked about...[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]I woke up and thought "That's it I can't, maybe I have a normal dream today and a lucid tomorrow no biggie" and I fell asleep.
This next dream was so vivid, and that is why I remember this one the best.[/COLOR]

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[COLOR="blue"]I was standing in a arena, and all my friends that I have known through out the years was standing on a blue square with a white circle on it. We were jumping sideways on the edges of this circle, and had foam balls to throw at each other, like a wierd version of the game I used to do in school on sports. Then I got the ball and throwed it at a guy next to me and he said "no you can't throw it on people near you it has to be someone far away from you. And they were far aware from me right, I almost needed binoculars to see them, I took the ball and aimed to a girl but the ball bounced in the ground 10 times before it reached her. And that didn't count. Then everybody just walked away except me and 4 others. So they said ok new rules you can only throw the ball at someone next to you, so now you have to run![/COLOR] [COLOR="royalblue"]I ran really quickly I run so fast that I was almost touched to ground with my ear in the curves.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="royalblue"]Then I also went out of there, and opened a door and was inside a squash room,[/COLOR] [COLOR="red"]and there from nowhere I just realised that I was dreaming! I got excited, too excited... I said to a girl that I saw "What?!, yes! yes! I am dreaming! [/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]and I woke up... still counts as a fourth to me :) [/COLOR]

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I was in a hallway in school with one of my teachers. I made her angry and she quipped she was going to hit me. I said "I like a girl who can beat me up" so I pulled up my shirt and she thrusted two fists into my stomach I could feel it and told her to do it again and again. After that I left with my mate and we went out, as usual I had my chewing gum and we walked past some people who were spittin barz (rapping) then we went around to look for our friends.

We couldn't find them, then I thought that we should try the back playground to see if they're playing football. As we walked to the back playground one of my classmates was spitting barz I can't remember what he said be he said something about "doing it". I turned around and said "It's true, he's not faking". He was going into music club or something.

We entered the back playground and there they were playing football my friend had just booted the ball down the pitch and another friend was in chase, the goalkeeper was about to pick up the ball when the chasing person slide tackled the keeper. I said out loud as I laughed "He just tackled his own player" when he kicked the ball it bounced and then came backwards, everyone was like "OOOOOOHHHHHH" I was thinking "He didn't do it on purpose."

Nuke fun

I was in some building and in some living room with a few people. I kept seeing flashes of light by the window. so I looked out the window and saw a few mushroom clouds. I was just staring at them. I remember a light shockwave hitting us. but it didn't seem that strong.

Walmart highschool.

Yeah sums it up. I was walking around Walmart and some girl wanted me to call a manager by pressing 3. But somehow escaped from doing that. Wound up going into some hallway and then downstairs. Somehow went outside... and There was a football field, and I saw a bunch of employees playing basketball. I remember the tall east indianlooking girl who works as a cashier was staring at me as I walked by... Then I ran into some annoying native dude... Don't remember what he said.

?

I was hanging out with some girl and her boyfriend. Apperently I liked her in the dream but was disapointed she had a bf.

HH stuff.

Just asking various questions again. i remember one answer was the number 15.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

[Last night, I had probably the longest and certainly the most highly lucid dream I've ever had. I'm writing this at the end of the day. I tried to recall this dream as best I could upon waking, and I made some handwritten notes, but by now, although I remember the highlights of the dream, I've forgotten what order they went in and how I moved from one to the other. This is my best attempt to reconstruct the whole, long sequence, but some of these are most likely not in the correct order. I do remember that I consciously chose to move from one activity to another in the dream, though.]

I’m in a large room with a really cool indoor playground in it. I observe that they’ve added more decorations and more play elements to the playroom since the last time I was there: there is now a long chain with brightly-colored wooden blocks in various shapes (cylinders, hexagons, and others) threaded onto it hanging across the ceiling, and there are more things to climb and play on. I climb up one of the climbing walls, along with another girl. We press against each other as we climb it.

Later, elsewhere in the same room, I’m looking at my reflection in a mirror. I notice that my neck looks strange, and tilt my head back to see. I see that my neck appears to have been replaced with a shiny, silver metal bar that appears to be a piston. This causes me to realize that I’m dreaming. I pinch my nose to confirm and find that I can still breathe. The familiar sensation pleases me, and I'm very happy to be in a lucid dream. I have a slightly higher degree of lucidity than I've ever had before.

I go outside the building. There is a grassy lawn outside it. I have a discussion of systems for play and discovery with MA [a real-life friend and colleague] and another dream character.

I then decide to explore a bit. I walk away from the large building and head toward another complex of buildings that appears to be an elementary-school campus. As I start walking, I say to myself, “Again, why am I walking when I can fly?” So I start flying over there. I find a party in progress on the far side of the elementary-school campus, where there are some picnic tables. People are hanging out and drinking beer. I obtain a pint glass for myself, but leave it sitting around on or near one of the walls as I wander away.

I see the entrance to a mall, and enter it.

I fly up into the air to get an overview of the area. From up here, I can see that the town I'm in is on the ocean and has a beach. I think, That makes sense. Oceans and beaches are part of my schema for what a broad overview of an area of land should look like, because of where I grew up.

I'm walking along a rolling dirt path. While walking, I eat yogurt out of a plastic cup with a metal spoon. It's raspberry-flavored and smooth and creamy, and it tastes exactly like real yogurt. Then, I find a handful of coins that someone has dropped on the side of the path, along with a bronze medallion. The medallion has some text inscribed on it that says the name of the country I'm in and what the medallion was awarded for. [I don't remember what it said now, although I could definitely read it in the dream, and the country name wasn't the name of any real country.] The coins are all common U.S. coins, but there's also a fifth coin, a brass-colored one that's shaped like a little house [a square shape with a pointy roof]. I pick all these items up.

I wake up in a car with MA, JL, and one other friend. One of them is driving, and I'm in the back seat. I remember that I had just been dreaming, and pinch my nose. Yep. Still dreaming.

While exploring the grassy, park-like area outside the building I started in, I spot a silver, metal, quarter-spherical shape rising up out of the ground. I say, “Ooh!” because I see an opportunity here. The structure is roughly the same shape as the baseball backstop I once fantasized about flying to the top of [see my DJ entry dated April 28, 2011], even though it's solid silver rather than chain-link, and it's maybe two-thirds to half the size of the real one. I take off and fly to the top of it, stopping myself by grabbing hold of the top edge of the hollow quarter-sphere with my hands and then swinging myself up onto it, so that I'm sitting at the top with my lower legs dangling over the edge. I'm facing a crowd of DCs standing on the ground, one of whom is a burly man who flashes me a thumbs-up sign. I proudly declare, “I'm the coolest kid in school!” The DCs seem to approve, but then they start flooding into the hollow space inside the quarter-sphere, filling the space and causing the structure to tip over backward. I climb off as it slowly tilts over, unhurt.

Having accomplished both the old goal of flying to the top of the backstop [well, sorta] and my other goal of trying dream food, I say aloud, “Okay, chores over. Time to have fun.” I fly up and let the wind carry me away.

The dream fades, and I find myself lying down. I try to move my arm, but judging by the feel of it, I realize, No, that's my real arm! I don't want to do that! [Whether or not this was actually true, I couldn't say for sure, but it sure felt like it was at the time.] After a brief moment of feeling stuck in that position and trying to figure out how to get back to exploring the dream world, I roll over and fall out of my bed. I think, Wow, that actually works! I quickly determine that I'm back to the lucid-dreaming state, and remind myself that all that's around me only exists inside my mind, as I read in EWOLD.

I'm looking at a different, grassy lawn. There is a little red demon thingy growing out of the grass. He has red roots that run all over the surface of the lawn. I have a magic sword, so I hold it out, wondering if it'll help and what I can do with it. The demon takes the sword and kills himself by using the sword to sever all his roots. When he and his roots have all disappeared, a small chair rises up out of the plus-sign-shaped hole in the ground where he had just been. It is a reward for my defeat of the demon. I take the chair and carry it with me as I fly back over to the party, which is still in progress.

When I get there, I use the chair to help me grab onto some structure to arrest my motion and land. Flying is easy, but stopping is hard, I think. I can't find the glass of beer I left there earlier, but I decide it's no big loss. I take my chair and sit down at the corner of one of the portable tables that are set up in the party area. I'm facing the outside wall of the elementary-school complex. Up against the wall I'm facing is another table with a clear pitcher of beer on it.

There is another handful of coins on the table near me – again, standard U.S. coins, all of them shiny and brand-new, plus the odd house-shaped coins I saw before. I decide to swallow some of them, because I know I can't do any harm to my real body by doing so. I see another girl at my table doing the same. It feels good. I can feel them going down my throat, but the sensation seems to be weaker than would be realistic, which isn't surprising, since I haven't actually done this in reality [and certainly never will]. After swallowing a few coins, I decide I want more beer to go with them, so I get up and get myself another cup. The beer is cold and rich and flavorful; it tastes exactly how I like my beer to taste.

I've run out of coins, but I still want more. I cup my hand, place it on the table palm side down, look away, and think about what I want to have happen. I feel little pops under my hand, like bursts of compressed air, as more coins pop into existence. Then I feel the coins themselves against my hand as the pile grows. I remove my hand and continue swallowing coins. I'm very pleased that I've suddenly become so good at summoning objects.

My dad is sitting right next to me, at the end of the table, so his chair is perpendicular to mine. He sees me swallowing coins and absolutely freaks out. He recoils from me in disgust, asking me, “What are you doing?” I simply respond, in an “it's not a big deal” tone, “It won't hurt my dream body.”

Then I woke up for real and waited while the last of the SP faded away, concentrating on remembering all that I'd dreamed about. I was very pleased to have accomplished so much and to have been lucid for so long. [In fact, I got to check two goals off the big list in my profile today: trying dream food and summoning an object. ]

My memory picks up whilst I am in a car with someone I know, but I cannot specifically remember who it was. We are driving down a road that I usually drive on when I head out to a town that is close to my own. I then notice a women running across the road, and a pick up truck headed straight for her, and I immediately know that she is going to be hit by the car. The truck collides with the women, but I cannot actually see the actual impact because I am driving behind the pick up truck. After I notice she was hit, I speed up and get directly behind the truck before I stop and get out of my vehicle. As I get out of my car, I notice that the women is somehow standing back up after she was hit by the truck so I quickly run over to her to ask if she is okay. When I come closer to her, I notice that she is of Chinese descent and she has long black hair that goes down to around her shoulders. She is panicked, and she seems like she doesn't want to hang around for much longer.

She turns and begins to walk away from me in a rather fast fashion, toward a small line of trees. I follow her through the small area of trees, and I then notice that we are on one of the bike paths that runs through my city. I once again ask her if she is alright, and she quickly tells me the reason why she was running across the road in the first place. Apparently she was running away from some bears that had been chasing her for a little while. After she tells me this, I take a look into the woods that I just passed through and I see about three bears that were following me, and her at this point. One looked as if it was a mother bear, and the other two were a bit smaller so I figure they were her cubs. I then turn to the women, and tell her to follow me as I quickly ran the opposite direction down the bike path. I didn't have to run too far to notice a small corn field in front of me, and a white house to my right sitting next to the road. As I ran up to the small country home, I noticed that some of the members of my explorer post were standing out back speaking to each other.

I come up to the group, with the women still behind me and I tell them that we are being followed by about three bears and we need some help. They seem as if they are willing to help us out, and one of them runs into the house and comes out a few seconds later with a rifle in his hands. At this point he raises the rifle up toward the bike path, where the bears are now walking, and shoots off three rounds, all of which make their mark. The three bears drop down dead and I feel a sense of relief wash over me. The Chinese women disappears, and I simply forget about her as a whole. I then somehow make it to the front of the home, and I am looking to my left at the small corn field. I suddenly notice some small cubs running through the corn, and I specifically remember counting them one by one all the way to six. I explain to the man standing next to me that I see six of the cubs, and I seem generally worried about the rise of the bear population in the area. We stand and watch as the small bears begin to hop out of the corn, and begin to casually cross the road.

Somehow I find out that someone wishes to see me over at some area that is down the road from the white house that I was standing in front of. I then see one of the advisers of my explorer post ride up on a four wheeler and I ask him if he can do me a favor. He looks as if he is annoyed by my request, and asks me what it is that I need. I then tell him that I need him to let me catch a ride on the back of his four wheeler and he tells me to hop on. We ride down the road and I remember seeing how beautiful the sky was, and I remember feeling the sun shining down onto my face. Soon enough we take a right off the road, and onto a gravel road into what looks like some sort of plant nursery with green houses all around. I see one of my friends walking around as I hop off of the four wheeler and I go to walk toward them and I wake up from my dream.

Desert? I'm in a truck. The driver went off to buy gas. Someone arrived. Priest. Woke me up to drive. Told him no gas. Home. Prepared things to warn people if the priest does something wrong. Hotel room? Rob's mom. Check? Game?

I'm Mary Poppins without shoes.

There bright moons and very big, close stares in black night sky.

Boy said one moon had an image of a darlik on the surface. I looked at a photo on a wall of Thai big round moon/star and it did.

Boy wanted me to go with him to shed, across lush, cold, dew wet grass.

I was barefoot and aware that my feet were tender. I said, "dont make a bare foot Mary Poppins run over the cold wet grass. I am just getting over a cold and this might re-ignite it".

Then a man was there and supported me against this very active and robust young boy.

I forgot why the boy wanted me to run across the cold, wet lush grass at night, to visit the shed. It was very relevant.

I was not lucid. I do have soft, tingerly, neuropathic feet and I am getting over a cold.

Oops, just remembered, I got to get my chores done and see my doctor about the chest cold in less than 3 hours.

Got to stop trying to remember dream and get up.

Orbit. Past. Time travel. Destruction. 3.

I was walking in a forest with a clan. Marco (clan) was there, as well as some others.

I was in a jeep. Then, I was in a marketplace. There was a street urchin. He took the money on the table of fruits. I caught him there, but he feels... solid. Like I caught a wall instead. I told the peddler, and I picked up the money that fell on the dust pan. But the kid is still counting the money he took, so it must have been different. When the peddler noticed, she walked away.