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Night 22

This Lucid Dream was the best one I had yet, and one of the most amazing dreams I have ever had, it was really fun . I did not reread them to make fixes so if I messed up some spelling or wording, I'm sorry .

I. I was at my grandfathers house, in his driveway next to his porch, I think my mom was showing someone the house who was interested in buying it. I remember seeing big long works of art like hung up on the railings, they were huge wooden carvings which theme was Christianity. I remember seeing Jesus Christ carved in holding his hands up in a cupping motion holding a star. I am not a christian, but my grandfather was a very peaceful one. I remember my mom walked past me and said “God is merciful. He does forgive you for you sins.” directly to me, and then I woke up.

II. I am taking part in a civil war or something, it was taking place around my house, it was red vs blue just like a video game, but it was real. It wasn't like a modern war, we had old guns that each shot needed to be loaded. I remember walking with a group of men, we were on the blue side, and we come across a small group of red men, we were like 20 feet apart when both of the groups line up in a line. This was a very very scary feeling, being on the front line ready to engage the enemy knowing you might actually die in a matter of moments. It felt so real, I was so scared as both of our captains were yelling "Positions!" i was on the front line and we lay to the ground, "Aim!" my heart was pounding, in a matter of seconds I could be dead, "Fire!". The next thing you hear are gunshots from both sides, I was still alive, but I was frantically trying to grab a bullet out of my pocket to lead my next shot, I get it in and shoot, I see people people falling to the ground with gunshot wounds. I could not get my gun loaded for a third time, so I put my head down and closed my eyes and bullets were flying past me, I just sat there trying to figure out if I was dead or alive. I did not know if I was just so scared I couldn't open my eyes, or I was dead and everything was just black. I have been into situations like this before, and just like those times my dream rewinds to a part at which I am safe, this time I am looking out a my window and see my brother get shot and killed. I remember crying with a friend of mine, I put down my gun and walk out to the other armies captain, I just tell him straight up that I don't want any trouble i just want to ask if I can get my brothers body and bury it myself. He said something like "You have guts coming over here, but yeah, I will allow you to get your brothers body.". I thank him and I noticed that they already buried all of the fallen soldiers, so I am looking around trying to find where they buried him. I could not find him and went back to my side where it was being taken over, so me and my friend just decide it is time to run, we run and run while explosions are happening. The dream ends right around here.

III. I am going to separate this one into parts because it will be easier for me writing it I feel. It is a really long read .

-I am in my middle school basketball court with my class, we were all shooting hoops when my arm was really weak, I could not throw the ball at all. I was really frustrated, but the class ends and while we are walking away I am just thinking “this is crazy, almost like a dream”, at this point I was like “wait, oh wow, this is a dream!” as I say looking around. My dream wasn't fading, but it wasn't as vivid as it could be, so I yell “Increase awareness! Increase lucidity!” and it actually worked a little! At this point I am excited as I never really had a good lucid dream at school, they have usually been taking place in my house, so this was a good change. I had a lot of confidence so I looked up to the basketball rim and raised my arm up and started levitating towards it, I slammed the ball in the net, I never really tried to fly or levitate yet in a dream so it was great when it worked first time. I look at my classmates to see their reaction to this, they noticed by didn't really care that I was levitating lol.

- So after I have just became lucid, I just wanted to explore this world, so I walk out and I am in my middle school entrance, and there are huge windows to the outside world, it was a bright sunny day out which kinda surprised me, I thought it was going to be night like most of my dreams. A part of me wanted to go out and walk around outside, but I decided to stay and walk around the school. So I start walking down the hall and I was now with someone I knew from school, S, so we are talking about something (can't remember) when we get to a class room, she was wanting to play like some sort of hockey game and we sit down and she turns into this strange tv/robot lol, it was a good thing because at this point I think I was falling back into a ND, but after that happened I sat up and continued to explore remembering it was a dream. When I left the class, it felt like I was in a maze, there were dozens of doors, and I could not find the way out, it was like a school/hospital because there was a middle desk with a nurse/teacher sitting behind it. I go to open a door, I think it was an exit, and she says something to me to help me, I forgot what it was, but I was like “oh yeah, thanks!” as my subconscious just helped me again retain lucidity.

- So I walk back out into the hall, and it was like a school merged with a mall now, there were a lot of people just walking around and going about their business. I walk to this entrance to what looked like a huge restaurant, the lady at the front gave me this flyer that was purple and white, I had a very hard time reading it as the words were changing, at first it said something about Taco Bell, but then they changes to something else. So then I just left and continued on, I walk out into the hall where a friend of mince came up to me and I knew right there that he wants to help me and he wasn't an ordinary DC. We were talking when I ask
“Do you think you could come back and help me become lucid in future dreams?”
He looked at me and said “Umm, sure, we are all just an effect anyway.”
I wanted to make sure he understood what I said so I was like “So you can?”.
He replied “Yeah, but there are some who still do not trust you, but I do not see any problem with it, just don't hurt anyone or do anything stupid”
At this point I was like hmm, some people don't trust me? But I remember saying thanks and continuing on with him.

- This part is crazy, but kind of hilarious, so as we were walking we get into this huge open areas, kind of like a mall cafeteria and Morgan Freeman comes up to me. All of these people who have came up to me have been helping me, he starts talking about the dream and our current location, it was like so strange, and he also said how some people here still did not trust me. So we are talking and then he was like, “Watch out, he comes Santa Claus.” I was like “What?” and I turn and look and here is some long bearded man dressed up like Santa coming right at us, he grabs some dude right beside us and I was thinking this was a dream so I raised my hand and made gun noises hoping a gun would appear in my hand, but it did not work. That is when Morgan Freeman pulls my arm down and says that I did it wrong, that if I wanted to do that I needed picture what happens before it actually happens. I thanked him and was like, “oh, alright.”, and I remember just leaving that area right after as I really didn't want to get into all of this craziness, so I walked off to go explore. I was back at my middle school and it felt like I was trapped there, I found myself at the start of the dream where I was outside of the gym, so I turn and walk through the school, but I found myself at the gym entrance once again, I was like stop trolling me dream lol.

-So I walk out into the hall again where I see a ton of people just sitting around, I remember pointing at each one I recognized from RL, and was saying “I know you, I know you, I know you...” to each one. There was one person who replied and said “I know you too.”, and I continue to do this and I walk into a room, and it was actually my living room now, I recognize someone I knew from school, and looks to another DC and says “I do not trust this guy.” I was tired of hearing how people did not trust me so I look at him and say “Alright, why do you not trust me then?”
He said something like, “Because you are now knowledgeable on how to do this.” I knew he was referring to Lucid Dreaming.
I reply kind of laughing “Wait, so you don't trust me because I now know how to come here.” or something like that.
It looks like he doesn't know just what to say, and he said something like “Well.. Kinda.”

-Alright, now at this point I felt like the dream was going to end soon since it felt like I was in there forever, so I realized I was back at my house I wanted to do one more thing, walk through the closet mirror in my room . I walk out to the bottom of my stairs and I was like, I should fly up the stairs so I tried to fly like before, but it did not work this time around , so I just walked up the stairs. I seen my cat on the ground and I walked right past her to my room. I get in front of my mirror and look at my reflection, I have heard you can look really strange and I did, my face was like changing shapes and my body was twitching really fast. I then try to stick my hand through the mirror but it did not work, so I put my face up to the mirror and it still did not work, I was upset it was not working so I decided to try to punch and shatter the mirror to see what would happen. I hit the mirror really hard twice and it would not break, so I shoved my face back into it and I actually went through! It felt cold like a liquid, and it was so strange, everything was black and white and the landscape was of myself, like my nose and my cheek were like mountains. That is when I realized I was in SP in my bed and my eye was open looking down at my face, I could not move and everything was still in black and white. I wanted to get out of SP so I forced myself up and it worked, I got out of my bed excited at the dream I just had and I stood up and did a RC and realized that this was a FA. As soon as I realized it was a FA, I woke up in my real bed.


I am still shocked at how long that LD was, I hope I continue to have LD's every other day!

Lots of dreams
DR morning
I'm snake from MGS3 (played last couple of days)
I'm on a very high wall with ladder and ropes. There is a tiled ground (like at the indoors swimming pool) on the left, tiled channel with some water underneath and water on the right. The crocodile is coming after me. I kick him in the snout. he keeps comming. I let go of the latter (built in rungs in the wall) and hang on by only arms so I can kick him with both feet. >> I'm swimming through lots of water. Finally come to the shore. Pretty good dream.

I remember cats being in my dreams, possibly because it was here, where I live, wehre there are a bunch of free roam cats.

All i can remember is being at the vehicle, when some little girl comes looking for her rabbit/whatever, turns out it had hopped into the vehicle while iw as cleanin or something. For some reason the rabbit turns into 2 rats, and I decide im gonna get a cage for her to house them.... I can remember them nibbling on my fingers a little roughly occasionally.

I remember standin gi my room, when... a snake I vaguely remember having caught in the dreamer earlier.... just darts out from my behind/right n goes for my left foot, my right raising as my.... arm comes down and snags it right behind its head, stopping it mid bite as its mouth hang over, and its fangs stare right down at my foot only a inch or two lower... I remember like for a second trying to properly grab it, so it couldn't turn and bite me but damn.... crazy looking snake, a silver one that seemed to made out of grey pointed diamond shaped stones.... its face resembling that of a horned viper.... just grey

Dream Non-dream

There is a good chance none of this will interest you. If you wish for an adventure or some sort of tale of grandeur, then this won't tickle your fancy.

First part I was in a school. I wasn't sure what happened but I was in my high school and I saw a couple of kids get into trouble, I had a feeling of dread, they were getting lots of people in trouble. I walked to the front and saw the school cop talking to my friend. He looked me directly in the eye. Shit. I had cigarettes on me, and bud? Maybe. I just had to leave (my house is within walking distance of my HS, so I ended up leaving during passing period without discipline many many times). I walked towards my normal ditching spot, when I saw Alex come up to me. He was in my Health class 3 years ago, I haven't talked to him since (and even then not much). He asked if I knew what was going on. I said no. He said "Well would you wanna ditch with me?" Funny, I told him, he could ditch with me if he pleased, I just had to leave before I got in legal trouble.

Suddenly a picture arose in my minds eye. They blocked my ditching spot. I don't know why, I don't know how I knew, but it was indubitable. "Shit!" I exclaimed. "Come with me, were going through the courtyard." There was a courtyard in the middle that cut through the school, it was the quickest way to get from front to back. I checked my back really quick, the school cop was tailing me. Why were they interested in me? What did I do to stick out. I walked briskly through the courtyard. A teacher grabbed Alex. It would be pointless to grab him, he would get in trouble for trying to ditch, but he didn't carry anything illegal on him. Besides, he must have had some heat on him for the teacher to grab him instead of me... Although he was smaller. I opened the door farthest from the front. This door opens to the freshman hallway. There are never deans there, and despite it being the "freshman" hallway, enough upperclassmen were there to cover me from eyesight. Not to mention the hallways were short with quick turns. I lost the school cop and went out of the door running to my house.

I memory lapsed. I was on my way back to school. None of the preceding part was remembered, I only thought that my teachers would be disappointed that I had finished no work. I went the long way around school and I got onto the campus when I realized that I had a doral cigarette in my ear. Good thing I didn't go into school XD. I checked my phone to see if I had time to smoke it, or if I had to ditch it. It was 6:58. School didn't start till 7:20, I had time without a doubt. I smoked it and walked around the school (staying off campus grounds, that would be illegal).

I memory lapsed again. I was talking to my mom. I asked if I could go to Misha's house (my neighbor). She said it was fine, I walked over and he wasn't home. I asked his little brother where he was, and he said he was with my brother in X's house (I don't think X was a real neighbor of mine). I walked over to X's house to see if Misha and X wanted to go somewhere. When I got inside I saw X on his computer, and he said that Misha was upstairs. On my way up I saw four little black brothers talking. I heard Natasha ask what I was doing (by my name, she didn't know I was around the corner). The brothers all said I was drinking over around the corner. I said I wasn't drinking, but I felt stupid because I'd figured they'd assume my actions were out of drunken stupor, instead of just regular stupor. I walked over and around the corner, I saw Natasha and then she disappeared. Behind her, a blender appeared. Assuming she'd turned into a blender, I asked the blender for a hug. I looked around to see Natasha, somehow just to my left. I gave her a hug, I haven't seen her in over a week. Not a single thought of her adultery went through my mind. I was genuinely happy to see her. I turned around.

My mom had just walked in and "cracked down on the party." She heard the kids saying I was drunk, asked why I wasn't at Misha's. I explained that I had just gotten there a moment ago and she laughed and said nice try, I was going to be grounded.

I woke up with 2 thoughts. The first that my mom is giving herself unnecessary stress with her recent worries about me. She believes I am a ne'er do well because of a recent misunderstanding. This upset me. But not as much as the second thought, which was that despite Natasha's actions, I hadn't a single aversion to her in the dream. I wonder how much I care of her adultery. I wonder how much more or less others would care. To me it felt like an unfortunate show of character, a reason provided to never stay with her, although a reason never once hoped for.

I've had zero recall the last two nights, so this morning, waking up frustrated, I gave myself a lie in and thankfully entered a dream instantly.

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30/3/12

I'm in a hotel room with some others, though I don't remember who any of them were, or if they were significant. Instead of carpet, however, the floor consists of miniature seas, oceans and waterfalls, as well as small areas of grassy land. Enemy cartoon dolphins appear and attack, springing from their hiding places under the water's surface to engage us in a fight.

Scrolling through a Skyrim-themed menu, I search for an effective spell to use against these creatures, but find none. Instead, I attack with my bare fists. Soon after, however, I remember my spell 'sparks' (which I happen to use in Skyrim) and aim it at the large body of water. The electricity spreads across the whole room, killing every dolphin instantly, but only lightly shocking my friends still in the water. At this point, the water changes colour and texture to that of a red and grey carpet.

Dream One: I'm on a spaceship, I can see the metal doors and walls all around me. I notice Storm troopers (or maybe Clone troops, I'm just now learning the difference -_- and it was a dream) the Hanger starts to open and I think to myself, "Wait a minute, Storm Troopers don't exist, I'm dreaming!" I step through the door and wake up. I'm sitting at my computer and I'm annoyed because I think I've fallen asleep at the computer again (If you read my dream journal yesterday, you'll know I spent all morning dozing off if I sat still too long) I start to pull up dream views to type up the short Star Wars lucid dream, and end up waking up for real instead.

Dream Two: I'm playing Kid Icarus. I'm doing exceptionally well (I like the game, but I really suck at shooting games. I'm more of a rapidly push random buttons to win kind of girl, lol.) and I'm really excited, but then the enemies are flying farther and farther away and Pit's not catching up to them. I think it's ok because they're not attacking me, but it sucks because I can't get hearts without killing the bad guys. Then I hear someone shout behind me. I lower my 3DS and notice I'm on a raft in the middle of the river. There's a cop coming towards me on another raft (but he looks like a guard from Fable II, same face and outfit) and he's telling me I've drifted too far out into the rive and could get hit by a boat. I apologize, explain that I was playing my game not paying attention, and let him tow my raft inland. I drop my 3ds in the shallow water when we get on shore. I'm embarrassed and worried about my 3ds, but it end up working just fine, so I laugh it off and tell the guard that Nintendo products are like tanks. (True story, I bought a DSiXL a couple years ago, and set it on top of the car to buckle the kids in. I forgot to take it off. Down the road it flew off the top of the car at 45 mph and hit the road, popped it open and the game cartridge out. One of the buttons got jammed b/c of the road scraping the plastic on top of it, but as soon as we got the button pried back out, it worked just fine. I love my Xbox and PlayStations, but the Nintendo products I've owned are soooo much more durable!) Anyways, the dream skips to me being inside, but we're at the old house I grew up in and I'm trying to decide if I want to go back out to the lake or if I want to go to the Renaissance Festival. I'm having a touch time trying to decide, but luckily I wake up and don't have to choose after all!

Dream Three: I'm waiting on my husband. We're in a hurry to get some stuff done, but I don't remember what. I think I wanted us to get some stuff in case the power went out during a big storm we were expecting. My husband was taking entirely too long, so I decide to get in the car and go by myself to get a few things then come back to get him. I'm in the car driving to the store, when I come around a curve there's a car in the middle of the road, parked across the road. I don't have time to stop and end up clipping the back of the car causing it and me to spin. I can't get my car to stop (dream physics) so I end up spinning and pushing the break and tearing into this field. I get out when the car finally stops and rush over to the other car. I'm sooooo worried and start yelling, "Is everyone ok?!" There's an old man who seems to have seen the whole thing and he says everyone's going to be ok, there's a doctor on the way. Then I'm trying to apologize for the whole thing, and there girl and guy in the car tell me it's ok, it wasn't my fault, they were the ones parked in the middle of the road. I'm still feeling horrible for hitting them though. The guy is laying on the ground, he seems to have a hurt leg and be really sick. I'm worried that my insurance is going to go way up, that I'm going to get a ticket, and that our cars going to not work anymore. I start crying and decide to call my husband and let him know whats happening, hoping he can make me feel better. I pick up the phone and wake up. I think this was a false awakening or I only partially woke up, because I woke up thinking I was in a different house (the one from my childhood again) but just rolled over and went back to sleep, and this time I woke up for real, and way too freaked out to go back to sleep.

Just wanted to take a moment to write that apparently Benedryl makes me lucid. I've usually avoided the stuff since just one pill makes me stay in that hypnogogic (hynopompic?)state where your half awake and half asleep and it looks like things are in the room with you and you fee like your falling and all that. But I've been having more trouble with seasonal Allergies this year, and have taken it three times over the last two weeks because I wanted to be sure I was well rested without fighting the stuffy nose and pressure. All three times I've taken it, I have been lucid at some point in the night. Now I'm in the delima where part of me wants to take it more often so I can get lucid more often, another part of me feels like that's cheating and I should stop taking it so that when I'm lucid I know I got there on my own.

I remember swimming Ina pool with two friends. I remember hearing that one of them liked researching so we started fisvussing that. Later my mom arrived brought me a mocha and said we had to go so that I could get to the mall with my brother faster. I spent a lot of time at the high school in this dream. I rember that the new thing St the high school was skidding around on little home made carpet boards to get from class to class. I found a new teacher of mine for the Iraq day of school and he seemed PERFECT. He looked like zach galafenakis and talked about how he was computing difficult math problems without a calculator. I actually woke up to my alarm feeling happy.

03.31.2012

Birds, Oneironaut Zero Cycling, Telekinesis, Runescape Video Recording, Drive, Tower, Video, House (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1: Birds

Outside was really bright and sunny, I was sitting somewhere, I think near a cut off tree stump that's in the middle of concrete. I don't know what I'm doing, but it's attracting birds to come close to me.

Then for a while, I see a construction worker trying to park a really weird construction vehicle. It was one of normal ones you see that could pick and drop things like dirt, grass, etc. The construction worker is failing when he's trying to park the vehicle.

He was going so fast that I heard the vehicle go, "REEEEE ROOOO REEEE ROOOOO!" each time he went in and out of the small area he tried to park into.

He eventually gave up and carried the vehicle somewhere else. However, he rode it like a bicycle, it had pedals and everything, but its composition was so abstract that the lower region couldn't have supported the large torso of the construction machine.

I put my attention back looking at the birds really close to me. It was the typical brown ones you see here in Texas, and they're literally looking at me, and it felt so nice to have them around me.

They were either really brave to be near me, or maybe I had a positive energy that made them want to be around me. Then after getting into birds surrounding me, more come, and they're small gray birds.

I could feel some on my shoulder, and one accidentally flew into my right ear. I could tell because I heard some echoing with my right ear. It kind of tickled, and I basically spend the rest of the dream being around birds.

Dream 2: Oneironaut Zero Cycling

Okay, this time, I knew this was O in this dream. There was this huge gray fence with the holes in between each link, and I'm riding my bicycle.

I see a person, who looks Black, wearing a white vest and long white sports pants. There were red stripes going down vertically along the sides of the vest and the pants.

I couldn't catch up to O, he was going way too fast with his bicycle, which had yellow on the metal I believe, kind of like the bicycle I saw him use recently in post pictures of your everyday life.

I eventually went to spectator mode, and I'm seeing things from above so that everyone looks small from where I'm elevating. O is just going crazy around the corners....is it even possible to drift with a bicycle?!??!

He does this for a few laps around this huge barrier fence, until he stops near the entrance to get into it. My consciousness and/or body shifts back to the surface.

He said something along the lines of saying this was a great workout.

Then there's a laptop near the both of us. I wanted to log in, but I had to go somewhere in the mean time, probably to use the restroom.

But when I looked at the laptop, it seemed that I had saved information at the log-in screen, so I wouldn't have to type my password.

I wanted to leave, but I was worried O would log in into my account, so I just stay near the laptop. xD

Dream 3: Telekinesis

I was in a fairly large room, with a good amount of people, mostly females, actually, I think all were females at the time. The environment, the floor was dark brown, and it had a shine to it, and the walls I believe were gray bricks, the kind that has been painted over to make it smooth.

There were several purple light objects, it looked like plastic table cloth jumbled up, placed on the floor.

I was practicing Telekinesis with it by making them elevate about 5 feet or so from the ground, flip them over, and then put them back down. I do this for a while, having a bit too much fun with it.

Then I sit on the floor near some table and some mini brick ledge. There were females sitting on the other side of where I am, with their legs extending outward completely, resting on the wall.

One was blonde, that's for sure, and she's talking to another female that I can't make a good description of. I decided to use Telekinesis on one of their backpacks.

The backpack was white I believe, with brown handles, but it had a slightly dark color to it, probably from small dust and it being on the floor.

I moved it up a few feet from the ground, just like I did with the light purple objects, and I think the girl gets annoyed that I'm doing this a few times.

I stop, and there's this girl next to me. She's petite in size, really beautiful girl. Her cheeks had this glow to them, maybe it was the make up.

She had long black or brown hair, along with wearing a gray hoodie I believe, not to sure on that, but she was concealing most of her top region.

She was talking to me about something, then told me,

"Your handsome."

It takes a while for me to try and respond because it came so suddenly, then I declared,

"Thank you," and smiled at her. I noticed that when I said that, I was laying prone on my side, use my arm to support my head.

Then we went back to another conversation, I believe we were talking about dissections. She later tells me that she never did a dissection in class before.

I asked her, "You never did a dissection!?!?!?" and I look at her for a while, still surprised from this. She told me that she didn't want to overload herself with hard classes.

I responded saying that I took a lot of AP and Pre-AP courses in High School during one semester that I can't remember I told her, probably my senior year, where I only had one regular class.

I can't remember much after saying that, maybe seeing a person who is near us standing up talking with someone else, I'm not sure.

Dream 4: Runescape Video Recording

Apparently, I'm recording, or watching a recorded video of someone in Proselyte armor, Helm of Neitiznot, the old Dragonfire Shield design, dragon boots, whip, and even had a pair of dragon claws in their inventory as well.

They were picking up some items in an area that had a turquoise setting it, maybe it was the Ancient Caverns. The video was running smoothly, didn't see any kind of static or lag from it.


Woke up from those set of dreams for a WBTB, wanted to meet Melanieb in a dream, but that failed.

Dream 5: Late Night Drive

I'm driving on the slow lane in a car late at night, don't know why I didn't RC, because I only drove a car once in my life.

Dream 6: Underwater Clock Tower?

I remember having to swim underwater to fix some gears with a clock tower. It was pretty dark when I reached the gears room. Everything is flooded, so it makes things even harder because to relocate one gear meant putting more force.

I get near some of the gears, and had to attach something for it to connect, some kind of magnetic object.

The dream shifts to where I'm talking with some people, but I can't remember who, all I know is that I was in a dark blue pseudo space dimension.

Dream 7: Facebook Video

I posted a video as a comment on a person's status to add some humor to something, but it ends up being some guy ramming fairly huge objects into a women's private parts.

I think some person commented below me and had horrible spelling, but I can't remember what he typed exactly, but I knew it wasn't a good response towards the video I posted.

Dream 8: Searching Around House???

I can't remember this one too clearly, but I was in a house looking for something. I was with somebody, but I can't remember their facial or body composition.

dream 1 - In L.A. of California, I was at some kind of store with Yellowcard band members. We had to buy foods before the store closes. I tried to buy a donut or muffin but the staffs were already cleaning the foods out. I got frustrated and just headed to a book store - bought 2 mangas. There was still a popcorn store so my friend and I tried to buy it, but the black man who looked like a manager of the store kept telling me that I can't buy popcorn because of my status. I said 'why why?' and the man came out of the counter, holding a square board that said reasonable sentence that I cannot buy...(don't remember what it said) I got really frustrated. The Yellowcard members started to get out of the store, and I followed them running like a rocket, heading back to the studio. It was sunny outside. We entered a white building. A private staff opened the door. We went in and I tried to explain the members what happened in the store.
"Guys! Everyone should listen to me!"
but Ryan Key, who was the main vocal of the band, gathered the members to do some kind of team activity along the sofa. He started to gave us notebooks(?).
"Hey Ryan, I think everybody has to listen to me right now."
"Get the notebook," Ryan said handing a orange notebook to me. "If you don't then I'll tear it apart in half."
"Ryan!" I said. I grabbed the notebook but strangely Ryan wouldn't let go of it.
"Ryan!!" I said again.
"I'm getting pissed off right now." He said. Then he let go of the notebook.
Ryan started to do the activity ignoring me. Suddenly my tears ran down my cheeks because I was really fan of Yellowcard, and Ryan brought me down. After I woke up I cried. maybe it should have been affected by my stomachache...

dream 2 - I was at some kind of desert? Rocky Mountains? The ground was bright orange color and there were tall rocks everywhere. My family was there. I was watching Shin Chan. This dream is kinda foggy, but I remember encountering very muscular man and woman wearing military suits and holding weapons. I didn't feel threatened. I think I ran into some kind of airport.

dream 3 - I was reading my own comic and I saw my drawing of landscape of destructed world, and my characters facing the sun. it was very beautiful. On the left there were huge mountains with snow covered and in the middle there were some destroyed buildings. Then I meditated this scene to do dream incubation. I was running on the buildings and did RC, became lucid! Everything was vivid. Then I remembered finding Lmrhone, so I chanted his name but nothing changed... soon I woke up.

whiterains dream

a few memorable moments. was walking through a 'local' town except the street was lined with all these amazing thatched mansion style places. reminded me of american houses nothing like our local tiny boxes. got into the town and had a chat with andy carroll, building his confidence up for the newcastle game 2mo. then i tried to go back down the road with the massive houses, but despite feeling like i had gone the right way, i couldnt find them. this got me lucid and i said to some lad in front of me that it can be so hard sometimes to find the same places again in a dream.

i was in a pretty dull white corridor and tried to get down the end of it to look for this place. there was a woman at the end of it though and i got chatting and pretty much gave up my task. she seemed kind of afraid though so i left her to it. the whole thing reminded me of a dream i had years ago. that is two dreams this week that have reminded me that sometimes it can be so much eadier to remember past dreams while in a dream. there are 2 ancient ones that i dont think i would have remembered had another dream not sparked the memory.

was another bit i cant quite remember where someone was trying to stick my dream map to the wall by my bed, except they had stuck it landscape ways. this turned out to work though as i could look at it while lying down

I was going though some dream at school about picking up some gym clothes for a friend or something. I walk into the gym and immediately get blown back by some powerful force.
I tried to get up but I was paralyzed except on my right arm. Someone grabbed my left arm and told me that I was dreaming. I have no idea who. They started dragging me along the floor.
Whatever was in my schools gymnasium we had to get away from it as fast as possible. Even though I had no idea what was in there, I started throwing fireballs into the gym. The fireballs looked small and weak.
We got to the end of a hallway, and whoever I was with said we had to go out the window. I thought of another power to use. I told myself that when I clapped my hands there was a sonic boom that would break all the windows. I tried to imagine it happening and what the windows would look like after they were destroyed.
But whoever I was with found that the next window was completely missing and we went out that way.
I somehow wound up on the street outside of my school with some of my friends. I told them that I was dreaming and that I wanted to try some flying. One of them got out a plastic skateboard ramp and told me to run of it and when I did I could start flying. I looked to the sky and saw several planets that I could fly to.
I ran at the ramp from a ways away and tried to launch off of it. It totally failed. I just jumped and landed on the pavement. I made no effort to stabilize the dream as I began to wake up at this point. I woke up.

Future me: That dream character was Lia you idiot.

Further Future Me: Her name is Manei.

I fell asleep on the couch apparently and went up to my bed. I decided that since I knew that I was in a REM cycle I could do a WILD. I tried to lay still and count to relax. Then I remember trying to create some nonsense as in a free-falling WILD. It cut off at some point when I fell asleep non lucid.

It was short, blurry and made no sense but it was a lucid nonetheless.

I remember touching a hot pipeline (I work at a chemical company in real life), probably steam, and my rubber acid-proof glove sticks to it, melting slowly.

Another dream took place in a place in Luxemburg, or the place was mentioned or shown on a map. Something like that.

25. 3. 2012
For some reason, I'm looking at Nisemonogatari anidb page and I see there are only 5 episodes aired yet.

26. 3. 2012
I'm wearing a suit and it's giving me terrible itch.

27. 3. 2012 - 31.3. 2012
Couldn't remember anything, except on 30th, I knew I had a dream and forgot it.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m driving along a road, though I’m not sure where this is.I’m seemingly in the middle of nowhere, no identifying features in sight. Theroad is paved with dark asphalt, and either side is a flat landscape, mostlygreen grass. The sky is grey and I can’t see beyond the horizon.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The vehicle I am in comes to a cliff edge, though stillthere are no identifying features to help me figure out where I am. The roadmakes a sharp descent over the cliff and spirals down the side in a verticalmanner. This road is impossibly steep,and spirals down for a long distance. I’m glad that I am in a rental vehiclebecause I don’t believe my SUV could handle the very narrow walls or roadway,or the low clearance. I can’t believe a road was made like this.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The spiral ends like the way it began, suddenly, and nearlyvertically, which would be impossible to transverse for most vehicles. Thevertical road intersects a horizontal road which leads to a vista of the ocean,surrounding mountains, and beautiful landscapes, and I realize I am in Hawaii!Immediately everything is in super-bright color and vivid detail, and I standthere looking around in awe of the scene.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I follow some other tourists towards the obviousdestination, a boat that is designed to show the local area to visitors. I walkout and I am on an open deck, the air around me is warm and the breeze isstrong. The boat moves out in to the water, though it never gets very far fromshore. Off to my left is a giant tanker, and as I pan my head right I can seehundreds of boats moving swiftly in a traffic lane, or some organized line ofboat traffic. The boats vary in size, shape, and function, and even ahelicopter is sputtering along on the water’s surface, which seems normalenough.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Many of the boats are spewing quite a bit of smoke, and atone point I thought there was a fire aboard a boat or two, but it turned out tojust be an incredible amount of thick black smoke.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I pull out my digital camera and take a few pictures. Thehills to the left, the sky and water, the boats, it’s all very colorful and Iwant to show it off.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind me and around the deck are rows of seats, and Ialternately sit in one and stand to take occasional pictures. At one point Iget up and start to grab the camera of the man next to me, which is on thefloor, and clearly not a digital like mine. I immediately apologize, tellingthe man, “I’m very sorry! My camera is just like this, and even the flash, butI left them back in the vehicle. Normally I would be taking pictures like thiswith that camera.” He seemed to understand, and turned back to converse withthe man next to him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The boat returns to shore and I walk off, wondering what I’mgoing to do now. I look out and up and the landscape is a total tourist trap. Alarge waterslide dominates the hill in front of me, and I walk towards theamusement park. I don’t recall seeing it before the boat ride but here it is. Iturn around and look to my right and I can see shops and a city hundreds offeet below the hilltop that all this fun is located on. I walk back in thedirection of the boat, or docking area, and I encounter a group of people whoseem especially interested in one man in the center of their group. I recognizehim immediately as James Bond, but he now has long hair which is pulled backinto a ponytail. He appears to be in excellent shape, and slightly taller thanin the movies. His physical age looks like someone in their late 40’s or early50’s who has been taking care of themselves. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I recognize you! You’re James bond! I love your movies! I’dreally just like to…shake your hand.” At first he seems reluctant to shakehands, as though he has been doing it all day, and perhaps he was expecting meto ask for something more. When I don’t request anything else he finally shakesmy hand. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]While we were outside we are now inside some room where hechanges his outfit slightly, to something more appropriate for outdoors. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You want to see something? Come with me, I’ll show yousomething.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He leads me out of the room and to a river, or water chute,where he has me climb behind him on to a jet-ski type of machine, though atfirst I think we’re still on land. We take off at a fast rate of speed and nowwe are on a wide, slow-moving river, headed upstream. The pace is incredibleand I struggle to keep hold and not lose grasp of my camera. The scenery isbeautiful![/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We leave the city and the amusement area behind and proceedfurther in to the hills, all of which are lush with greenery. On some, whatappears to be fir trees cover the hillside, and among them hikers and outdoorenthusiasts can be seen enjoying the beautiful landscape. Even more bizarre isthat some hills have snow on them, some are top-covered and some have patchesof snow all the way down to the waterline. I attempt to take several picturesand some come out and some do not. My shutter is working slowly and does notcatch every image timely. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]On my right and in some valley below us we pass a school,and perhaps a church or cemetery, though I never see any graves. It matters not;I’m too busy being in awe of how beautiful and lush Hawaii is. I’m takingpictures left and right, wanting to show everyone back home that Hawaii isnothing like what we see on television. As I understand it, Mr. Bond has brought me up a river and deep in tothe region to show me the real island treasure, something tourists never get tosee.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I understand why people live here, and why it’s one of thecalmest urbanized areas in the nation. I contemplate staying.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The ride takes some considerable time, and we pass numeroushills and valleys, all of which are some of the most vivid colors I have everseen. When we at last come to the end of the ride we are on a high hilloverlooking Honolulu. Beyond the city I can see the ocean and the mountainstypically seen in postcards and movies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]James Bond dismounts the vehicle and steps on to a woodendeck and continues on in to what appears to be a motel room or somethingsimilar. I get off the vehicle and look around for a second. We are no longeron water when the ride stops but as I approach the motel area I feel like I ambeside a canal, or on some wharf. The lighting is dim, and the area seems seedyand unsavory, like one might expect from a dark alley in Venice at night orsome fishing community where people shut their doors and windows to avoiddrunken types.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk up to James who is on the sidewalk outside the roomand I suddenly find myself face-to-face with a beautiful young brunette woman,and she stares right in to my eyes. There is an odd mix of attraction and fearin her eyes, and she runs on past me. She is dressed in a pink nightgown thatdoesn’t reach her knees but doesn’t look smutty either.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She disappears around the corner about fifty feet down fromus and James asks me if I want to follow. I nod and he says, “Yeah, you do, Ican tell.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We run to the corner where we last saw her and make anabrupt turn to our right. The hall becomes dark, but it clearly leads up to adoor which I take for a bathroom. “Ha!” I think, we know where she is now, thiswill be easy! [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reach for the door and yank it open, but excitement turnsin to shock as I see the woman is held around the neck by a large, surly manwith bad teeth. He is holding a large knife and is clearly upset, and angry atour intrusion. He must be who she was running from and he must have corneredher here, or this is what I believe at the moment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In a moment of bravado I grab for his wrist, attempting togain control of him and his weapon, but he is faster than I expected and heeasily sidesteps this move. He regains composure and lunges forward with theknife, and I have to duck swiftly to avoid a deep penetrating stab. He pullsback and I start to come up, and again he stabs forward with the knife, and itis pointed right in my face.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Easy!” I manage to say. “I don’t want to be stabbed in theface! Calm down!” At this point I realize he has me at a disadvantage and Imust wait for another opportunity. Oddly enough James Bond is nowhere to beseen and I feel abandoned. This is going to be really tough if I have to takeon this guy by myself, and the girl will suffer along with me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am staring down the length of the knife, waiting while theangry man decides what to do. Behind the man is a view of a bathroom across thehall, and this opening is draped with a shower curtain. Behind the curtain andunseen by the angry man I can see James Bond coming up behind him, about tostrike him hard with a blunt object, and my spirits are momentarily lifted.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Mr. Bond makes his strike, but somehow the angry man becomesaware of the attack and strikes him in the neck with his knife. He pulls it outand James’ hand immediately goes to the wound. Bright red blood sprays out, andstarts pouring down his neck and shirt as he collapses at my feet. He appearsmortally wounded, and this is when everything seems really grave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down at his figure and then kneel down to help him.Something about the whole situation seems really familiar, and though I shouldbe horrified at this scenario I am no longer afraid. In fact, I am amused, andthe whole dream borders on lucidity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m holding him up slightly from the floor, staring at thebright red blood, and then I lean in and whisper, “You can stop now. I saw allthis on Bourdain.” The familiarity of the situation becomes apparent to me as Irealize this whole scene had once played out on Anthony Bourdain’s show, NoReservations, which airs on the Travel Channel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He doesn’t seem to realize what I’m saying and again Irepeat, “I saw all this on Bourdain.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He starts to get up, and he tells the angry man, “You canstop now.” The angry man releases the woman and loses all trace of hostility.The whole scene had been created for my benefit, an amusement made most real. Ihad felt threatened and was prepared to do whatever was necessary to defuse thesituation, up until I realized that Mr. Bond was using a corn-syrup packet toappear like fake blood on his neck.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It was very impressive, and I felt a little bad that I hadended the scene. James walks off and out of the room, slightly dejected.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk out of the room, also, and back towards the way wehad come from. I have to descend a stairway to get back down, though it had notbeen there before. Each stair is pastel-colored, pink, blue, and yellow, an oddcolor-scheme.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the bottom of the stairs and to my right is an opendoorway. Inside the doorway is a large drier with its door open, and sittinginside the drier is a beautiful young woman in a medium-dark green outfit,curled up and watching TV. I pass on by but then think perhaps I have hadenough of James Bond and I would rather spend it with the girl in the drier. Iturn around and head back to her and I’m about to ask if I can join her companywhen I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in California, visiting my dad with my son and daughter.We have gone someplace for the day, and have now decided to go look around thebay for scenic moments. We are in Oakland somewhere and come to a pullout, oroverlook, and as we get to the edge we can see the water and all the ships init, including a cargo ship and an aircraft carrier. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My dad says, “Let’s go take a look!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We go down to water level, somehow, possibly by convenientelevator. When we arrive at dock level I can see the port of Oakland on myright side, though it seems to have much less to do with cargo than usual, andall the cargo cranes are not present, only a few remain. Tied to the dock farto my right is an aircraft carrier, towering above us, and loaded with planes.This is the ‘wow’ moment. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I was young I would walk down to the Navy breakwater inAlameda and watch the carriers from only a few hundred feet away. They were bigand powerful, cities to themselves. When the Naval Air Station closed thecarriers left, along with all the planes and support personnel. I was alwayssad to see them go.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m looking at how big and shiny and colorful the aircraftcarrier is and how good the sky looks behind it. It seems the Navy has become alittle progressive with their color schemes and instead of just the plain greyof most ships this carrier has been updated with accents of black and red thatmake the carrier look powerful and swift. I decide I want my film camera instead of mylittle digital, which I left in the car, back up the hill. I tell my dad, “Ireally want my camera; I’m going to go back and get it.” He says, “Yeah, I think I want my camera,too.” He accompanies me back to theelevator and we ride up to get our cameras.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]At the top I walk out and I am standing in a dirt parkinglot. The dirt is fine and almost sandy, but not deep. Behind me where thescenic vista was is now a series of shops and other small buildings, none morethan five stories in height. The buildings are mostly made of concrete and lookold. The time is late afternoon and manyof the local workers are emerging, preparing to go home, and some appear toalready be toasted. Many are dressed in sailor outfits, though they don’t seemout of place despite us being some distance from the water. At some point I believe I have a conversationwith one of them.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have come home from California, and I’m happy to be home.Jen is happy we are home also, though my kids don’t seem to be around. Theliving room of the house is different than normal. The structure of the houseis different, the walls have texture, and even the orientation of furniture is changed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I walk out the back door with her and our storage room isoff to the left upon exit, and beyond it is a lot of brush. Jen decides tobreak some and starts a small fire in the outdoor fire pit/hearth (which doesnot exist in real life), and I break a few branches myself. Then I realize thatas the fire grows it will burn the plants and dead branches piled above thehearth, and I begin pulling down and breaking the material so it won’t start auncontrolled fire. Jen gives me anexasperated look as I put some branches on and stand them vertically so theywill catch, telling her, “You have to stand them up, like this, to make themcatch fire.” This prompts the eye-rolling from her, and she moves the firearound with a stick. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]We come inside and she is on the far side of the kitchen,handling some task. I am still near the back door which now has a window to theleft of it when facing the back door. This window is not made of glass, or ismissing the glass, and instead has a thick plastic sheet in place, and I feel adraft coming around it. I inspect it more closely and discover it is notattached at the bottom, and pushing on it allows even more cold air to come in.The push also reveals a hidden pocket of snow, collected in the window and notyet melted, which I reach for. The snow is mixed with small leaves and grass,and it’s cold, but fluffy. I turn around to show everyone and a friend of myson is standing there, and he asks, “Is it cold? Can I touch it?” I throw it at him, and it lands on hisjacket. I feel pretty good about this and throw a little more at him, which hetakes in good stride.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I notice by looking out the back window that the fire isgetting high, and needs to be brought down, so I go outside to handle this. Thetrees above the fire are getting singed and one of the trees is actually onfire. These are thin trees, perhaps twelve feet in height at their top, and allare young fruit trees. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head for the water faucet by the back door, turn on thewater to a medium flow, and begin spraying the trees with a mist to extinguishthe fire and protect them, while hopefully not dropping too much on the fire itself.Sadly, I use too much and the fire is diminished to a smoldering heap, but itis still burning and that’s what I wanted.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I go back inside, I believe, and walk up to the front of thehouse briefly, or perhaps not briefly, time and motion seemed to blend here. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Again I look out the back and now the yard is super-long,perhaps several hundred feet. On the right of the property is a long,chain-link fence, which just ends towards the back of the property. The firehas been moved out to the end of the property, and is in a large tank offiberglass, or heavy plastic, with ports on the side. I run because again thefire is out of control, sending flames and sparks some 25 feet in the air, andI don’t want the attention of the fire department. I turn on the hose, but thistime it is heavier, and longer. I realize that Jen has attached a second hoseto the first one so it can reach all the way to the back of the property. I runwith the sluggish hose filled with water and finally reach the fire pit, but asI arrive the fire is extinguished by several guys hanging out in the back yard.They have put out the fire using a fire-protection system that is mounted alongthe back side of the container. It consists of several vertical supports towhich large buckets are attached, each filled with water. Each bucket is blue,cylindrical in shape, and about two feet wide and four feet tall, and opensfrom the bottom to allow a dousing effect. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The container, or fire pit, is now filled with water whichsloshes back and forth. It is dirty and filled with ash, and one of the guys isin the water, trying to gain his footing. He apparently activated the system,though I wasn’t sure why he was in the pit at the time.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I explore the rest of the end of the yard here, and when Ilook towards the house it seems really far away. When I look out away from thehouse I see that the yard ends not far from where the fence ends, and becomes asloped piece of earth which leads to a street where many new homes are beingconstructed. The road is dirty, as is common around construction sites and Ican see the tire tracks of the vehicles in the dust.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my left, when facing out, a house is being constructed,and it appears to be encroaching on my property, and I say, “It was nice ofthem to ask if they could build here.” Suddenly I have doubt in my mind. Didsomeone ask? I can’t recall.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]From the street a vehicle approaches, turns down the hilland comes towards me. It is not a fancy vehicle, nor new, but the owner ordriver steps out and walks up. He is dressed in white clothes, not quite asuit, but more western in appearance. He walks and talks business.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I want to buy your truck, he tells me.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My truck? I’m not quite sure what he means. I turn aroundand the fire container has become a red truck body, and for some reason this iswhere the fire was built. The truck is old; possibly a late 70’s or early 80’smodel. There is a cab piece, a large bed from the truck, and a hood. Theproportions of all these truck parts are abnormal, possibly three or four timeswhat they would normally be. Despite their large size they are lightweight, andcan be moved easily. I pick up the bed and turn it upside down, and it is now coveringme like a cave. I back out and move the other pieces, to block the yard fromaccess. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“It’s not for sale, I don’t think.” I tell the man.“Besides, it’s not mine. It belongs to Jen.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man dismisses me and starts to walk towards the house,and I tell him to stop. At first he ignores me, and I tell him, “You won’t getanywhere unless you talk to me first.” He is still walking and I hold up myhand and start counting fingers, backwards, “Five, four, three, two…” The man turns around and walks back. “Okay,I’ll listen.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“The truck belongs to Jen, and has been part of the familyfor a long time.” He gives me a sidewaysglance. “I can take you to her but I need to talk to her first.”[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get up from my seated position and am about to movetowards the house when I notice a couple of people have walked up, and they areheaded towards the stairway to my right (as I face the back of my house). Theback of the yard has morphed in to a room, and I am perched on the back of asofa which occupies part of an interior room with a fireplace, a large mirror,a couple of tables, and the previously mentioned stairway. The people, whoappear to be teenagers, proceed up and out of sight around a bend in thestairwell. This stairway wasn’t there just moments ago and I realize the house nextdoor has been built surprisingly fast. As I’m pondering its origin anothercouple walks up, a man led by a woman, and she is only wearing panties. She isan attractive women in nearly every way, tall and thin, tan skin, and longbrown hair. Her breasts are exposed, and the man I am with is staring veryintently at her breasts. They have beautiful fullness but her nipples appearinverted, and have the shape of lotus flowers, as If the flesh has beenterribly mutated or mutilated. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She walks by and out of sight up the stairs, and I say, “Didyou see that? Her nipples? They’re all gross!” I’m slightly mad, slightly bewildered,and very confused. “And where do all these people keep coming from? Why arethey in my back yard?!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man had indeed seen her breasts, and had been staring ather with obvious lust on his face as he also stared at her ass. “Letch!” I callhim, and turn away. He seems unfazed by my comment and did not appear botheredby the shape of her nipples.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I don’t dwell on this and I walk back up to my house, whichis either closer now or I skipped over the walking part. To the right of myback door is the back door of another house which has now been built directlyagainst mine, and I say, “What the hell? When did this get here? Why did theybuild so close?” Indeed they are close, and to make it worse both houses now sharethe storage room to my right. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Confused and upset, I walk inside, through the kitchen, andon in to the living room. A party has been going on and there are guests in thekitchen and dining area, which I slip past. In the living room I find Jen, leaningdown in the closet near the front door, rummaging for something. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Honey? There’s a man here to see you. He wants to buy thered truck out back. “ [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She stands up and turns around. We walk into the middle ofthe living room and from nowhere Riley S. appears. He is in his Boy Scoutuniform and is overly cheerful, standing boldly with his hands on his hips,arms bent out to either side. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m here to introduce the man!” he proudly announces.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]His scout uniform is covered in patches, each about threeinches squared, and these are all his merit badges. Suddenly the man appearsnext to him, and he is dressed similarly, covered in patches and fullyuniformed. He places his hand on Riley’s shoulder and says, “I’ve got this,son.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turn to Jen and say, “Here is the man. He wants to buy theirtruck. He is not related to Riley, and is also not part of the Scouts. Oh, andhe’s a letch.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Again the man seems unfazed by this and asks if he can buythe truck. In a very pleasant voice Jen tells him it is not for sale, and hasbeen in the family for a long time. It’s special to her, and I begin to wonderwhy she had allowed a fire to be placed in it. Still, it’s not my truck, soit’s none of my business.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This part may have occurred before the California dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I remember looking over all my cassette tapes, with theintention of playing one of them. This is an odd moment in the dream because Irecognize that cassettes are no longer in style, let alone production. Despitethis I am excited to play a tape of good music for…someone. I have the feelingI want to play music for someone but I don’t know who it is now. I am alsoexcited because I am using the cassette player my dad had when I was a kid,which I liked very much. It had lots of buttons and dials, and a VU meter foreach channel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I recall, after the house dream, looking through somecomputer files for “The Death File.” I do not recall why I was looking for thisnot what it was connected to but it seemed important. I am standing over acomputer with an older-style monitor that displays yellow-lettering. I amclicking through a list of files and looking for the one I want.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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