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I remember that I was in a very large bakery. The counter tops were covered in flour and dough, the smell was heavenly. I put on an apron and got ready to work. I washed my hands in a very old, very rusty sink. A load of cinnamon rolls were already in the oven when I started working the dough. Again, I am overwhelmed by how delicious everything smelled. I began working a large lump of dough on the table, which I generously covered in flour before I started. I formed the dough into a very large square and added a buttery cinnamon sugar mixture to it.

-dream end.

In my dream, I'm sitting at my computer in my black swivel chair, only I'm not in my house. I don't really recognize the place. Anyway I'm naked, and I get this wet, spoapy washcloth and start wiping myself down with it as if I were taking a shower without the water. About halfway thru I stop, thinking I can't make the washcloth last long enough. Also, how am I supposed to rinse off? It seems to be getting less soapy and drying out, but I hurry and finish anyway.

I didn't think I could remember any dreams this morning til I used the bathroom. Looking over at the shower, I'm like I didn't take a shower last night, but I remember, ohhhh.... dream.

I'm at a bay and someone is showing me a new submarine they've invented, where you can just step out and go swimming. I go for a ride and go every once in a while when I see something interesting I go out of the submarine to have a look.

I land on the other side of the bay, where there is a forest. A woman drives there on a car. She breaks and leaves long tire tracks on the snow. I jump out of the boat and into the snow. For some reason I don't want to be seen and try to hide by burrowing in the snow. I cannot hide myself completely, there's not enough snow for that.

I recall this dream I had this morning starting off with me (I'm somebody else as usual) and a few other middle-aged men standing around in a group chatting about something. They were wearing suits and hats like the kind they used to wear back in the days of the old west. The town looked western too, with its orange sand and houses on both sides of it. We were standing just outside of a house. Then it hit me. I had this overwhelming feeling that I did all of this before. I looked up at the house and at the sun just above it. Then I told the guys, I said "hey... is anyone experiencing deja-vu, or is it just me? I know I've done this before."

The feeling of deja-vu was so overwhelming! My eyes rolled into the back of my head, I fell backwards, hit the ground, and passed out--I don't know why. I could hear the guys going "hey! hey!" Have you ever passed out while dreaming?

Now, I'm this same white guy with black hair and a short, black beard (I look as though I've been ruffed up a bit) and I'm sitting down on something out in the middle of nowhere--it looks like a desert. I look up at the sun and I see a person up there with a lot of white energy radiating around him in the form of a cross. This guy literally levitates all the way down and lands right in front of me. He's also white but with blond hair and a short, blond beard. He was smiling when he said "_____________, my friend." I don't remember exactly what he said when he first spoke, but I know that it was some kind of saying--like a lesson or something. He seemed benevolent in the way he spoke to me.

Now, I'm viewing the conversation from the side in third-person. I know that I'm the guy with black hair sitting down and this guy is my friend. Then the blond guy smiled and said "a one-war life without talking to fate." Referring to me. And that's all that I remember.

Here's a pretty bad sketch of what he looked like while he was high up in the air.

I'm lying against a pile of scrap in the middle of the meadow, the cold winter air swirling around me. Everything is covered in frost, but I'm not cold. The sentient radio that my master left me with crackles softly. I wonder if she's asleep. I'm lying facing West, hiding from a group of animal-human hybrids that are working with my friend Seth. The radio had told me that there was movement in the East, so I positioned myself accordingly, listening behind me for any sign of hostility. I don't know how many hours I've been sitting here, motionless, waiting for someone to rescue me from these monsters.

My ears perk up as I hear something moving in front of me. At first I think that it's something small like a rabbit, but I hear it again, heavier this time.

"Radio? Are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm still here," she answered reassuringly.

"You said movement in the East, right?"

There was a pause and the static crackled lightly once more.

"The West."

Just after she says this, one of the monsters leaps out from behind the scrap in front of me, which I manage to dodge barely. I scramble to my feet, running for my life with it on my tail. I hear a gunshot as Seth fires his revolver at me. Two more of the monsters join in the chase, and I'm able to fight them off and keep up the pace, heading toward where Seth is standing. Two, three, four shots. Either he has bad aim or the revolver isn't aiming straight, since I'm running directly at him, only dodging slightly. As I try to grab him, he moves to the side and fires off two more shots, beginning to reload. Just as he finishes reloading, I'm able to get a hold of him, tackling him to the ground. I get the gun from him, running away once more. I fall on my back and shoot two of the monsters chasing me. I get back on my feet, noticing one more approaching from the distance. I aim a bit high to compensate for bullet drop, pull the hammer to reload, and shoot. I hit it in the shoulder, although the bullet just seems to sink in and fall to the ground. Yeah, the gun isn't aiming straight. I wasn't aiming anywhere near its shoulder. Nonetheless, it stops pursuit. Suddenly, Seth is back on me, and I fire a shot at him. The bullet seems to curve out of the way and I start sprinting, turning around and firing another bullet at him. He dodges to the right and the bullet whizzes past his head. One more bullet, but no such luck. Alright, I'm tired of this. I come to the mouth of the forest, turning to face him, aiming the gun straight at him. He stops running, standing hardly 10 feet in front of me. He grins, beginning to walk toward me slowly. I pull down the hammer on the revolver, pulling the trigger and...

Nothing. Seth lets out a laugh and runs at me. I try to hit him with the gun, but he catches my arm, disarms me, and pushes me onto the ground. He stands over me menacingly, and I wait for him to finish what he started.


"Okay, you have one more letter, Seth. With this, you'll be able to take home the grand prize!" Suddenly, there's a game show host standing beside him with a giant letter board like the one on Wheel of Fortune. Seth answers with a letter that I don't hear, and the game show host tells him that he's wrong. Seth objects, asking what the answer was, but the game show host is nervous and reluctant to answer. Did he cheat? Everything begins to fade around me, and then I'm lying in darkness.

Hm...that was an awesome dream. I think to myself, rolling over in my bed trying to go back to sleep. After about 5 minutes, I feel breath in my ear and sounds like a dog is sniffing of me. My hand twitches and it stops, and I stay completely still, hoping for it to continue. A few minutes later, nothing happens and my back is aching so I stretch and lay on my back and put my hands under my thighs. This time, I try to DEILD. It doesn't take very long, and I hear myself breathing at an extremely increased volume. It surprises me, so I jump. It breaks the DEILD. Good. I'm close now. I sit still, waiting for it to happen again, knowing that I won't jump the next time. I'm ready for it.

About 45 minutes later, nothing more has happened, and my back is still aching, so I just get up.


There was a LOT more to the dream than what I've written down here, such as who my master was and how I got to the meadow, but since I tried to DEILD, I didn't write any of it down in my DJ and I've forgotten it. It was still an awesome dream nonetheless <3

I'm in London, sitting in my mum's kitchen and we are talking about plants. It is a beautiful sunny day but all of a sudden there is an ear-splitting mechanical roar and everything is thrown into shadow. We look outside and a large wooden aeroplane is gliding low over the city, primitive but armed. My dad and brothers are excited, and start trying to name it, but I am terrified so I teleport back to Brighton (the city where I live) and find myself at university.

The day has ended, but a large group of people remain on campus, chatting, drinking, smoking and flirting in the summer twilight. Then it gets a bit too late, and we realise there are no buses so we will have to walk the few miles into town. Walking through the building on our way out, we notice that the doors are unlocked and decide to peek into the offices.

I enter one at random, it has a single bed, some notebooks and a bunch of boys showing each other their bums (). The shelves are filled with dusty musical manuscripts and I realise that this is my tutor's office. On his desk, I see my name written on some post-it notes. Scrawled in black pen are a variety of responses to work that I have handed in, ranging from backhanded compliments to downright rude. There is a notebook with what looks like MSN messenger transcriptions written out my hand.

The conversations are between my tutor and a man I don't know, whose name began with D I think. They consist of brutal and honest evaluations of people on my course. Our marks and competencies are reeled off and examined, tinged with a kind of teenage sentimentality of parallel opinions and superfluous questions as to our motivations.

I want to leave but the guys in the room convince me to stay, they tell me to sleep in the bed if I'm tired. The idea is aggravating because I don't like the colour of the duvet, a dark wine-purple, and there are no pillows. I am also terrified that my tutor is going to come in and find us there.

We leave the room eventually and try to find somewhere to sleep on campus. It becomes like a video game, where we have to avoid the guards as we explore the terrain. Sudddenly the guards start turning into giant red cubes. They laugh and work together to trap us in rooms, then grow white web-like tentacles that absorb all the students, who have turned into green jelly creatures.

Scanning groceries, carding people.

It starts out that I was going to call one of my coworkers for some reason. What happened is that when I clicked redial and wound up calling Misha Collins instead. I think I instinctively knew that it was Misha, but I might have asked who I called. Even though the conversation was short and I sounded like a bit of a fan (I wasn't sure what to say, or explain why I was calling,) he was nice about it. I kept trying to figure out how his number was on my redial, since I hadn't called or texted him before. Somehow I did have his number. I was also trying to create a blog post of the experience, but it wasn't working out. I think celebrity interaction should be counted as one of my dream signs.

The architecture and path in one scene, in order to go down, you must take the path that travels up first.

This little girl, her mom was making her a pink, felted sweater with thin, black detailing.

In the dream i dreamt i was in Rampworx Skate Park Skating a handrail that was there.

*The hand rail was where the Low ledge boxes normally are
*Right angle staircase with a drop rail.
*Back royaled the handrail fine
*Went back up and tried a top acid, Bailed because landing was cluttered with spair railings
*Moved the rails about to clear a better landing
*Noticed one of the rails at the bottom was broken. it was light blue
*the stairs were not solid but grated like in This Picture. Not sure how i was able to skate on it.
*I went to try the trick again after i bailed but someone moved the rail.
*My Brother was there. Might have been filming but not sure.
*The drop rail had a gap at the end of it i was trying (over a barrier)
*It was quite dark (Darker than normal)
*I asked a skater next to me if he wanted to skate the rail before me. let me go first.


Very fragmented, cant remember much of this dream.
Weird thing is, Rampworx posted an "Inline only night april 2012" video on the night of this dream.

Key: Non-Dream | Regular Dream | Semi-Lucid | Lucid

This dream was somewhat of a fragment, but I'll write down what I remember.

I'm in my house and I'm looking out of the window by my front door. As I look out the window I think about whether to go outside naked or not. I really want to go outside naked, but I'm scared of getting in trouble. (You know, like someone calling the cops.)

I almost decide to just open my front door and step onto my porch naked, but then I realize I have to go into my backyard. Apparently some type of natural disaster is about to happen and I have to get something from my shed. I don't won't to be naked in my backyard because then my friend, who lives in the house behind me, would see me naked. I start walking to my shed fully clothed, thinking I should get naked after I get what I need.

That's all I remember from last night, weird huh? Maybe this means I have some deep dark desire to have others see me naked. I really hope it isn't that.

Woke 10:45AM (Good Friday here): dream starts off here at boardinghouse. This place quiet. Up ally shop sells books that guest (younger version of lee with braided hair wrapped around head) buys and reads. Also l gaze longingly at unusual ricebubble cakes in this lone shop up alley.

Familiar little woman owns a chinatown bazzar comes to my room here at boardinghouse. She shows us a red or blue lightweight scooter she just bought. It cost 250,000 but she got it for a bargin of 100,000. We only knew her as our kind landlady we never dreamed she was so wealthy.

The blue schooter was very lightweight and had very small wheels especially the front wheel.

Woke and kept eyes closed. Something about lady. I know her in waking life. Stayed relaxed with eyes closed hoping to find where, in the real world, do I know this woman from. Found myself walking everywhere in my awake imagination trying to remember where i knew her. I knew that I knew here well in waking life. Walked into many shops looking for her, in this strange waking imagination, (daydream). Kept thinking she might be the real life landlady of where I live but couldnt get myself to remember who my landlady was.

Then I remembered.

The voice and petite little figure.

Maybe I should not identify her because the dream indicates that she will still be her very friendly self but become wealthy by 365 days from now.

Oh, but she wasnt my lovely landlady though.

I had somehow got involved in a gunfight that my DCs were having with each other. I'm not sure what they were fighting about, but I ended up on one side where I was handed a semi-automatic gun. Both sides had cover to hide behind, and fire from. I happened to be hiding behind a sandbag wall, popping up occationally & firing a few rounds. I got a few hits, and I know at least one of them was a kill. But our side still wasn't doing good enough. Many more DCs on my side were getting killed than the opposing side. All of a sudden I realized I could turn the tide of battle, I became lucid. Fully standing up from behind my cover I laid waste to any target presenting itself. Though unfortinuately, this meant I was taking hordes of bullets, mainly through my torso area. I didn't care, I could barely feel them as they passed through my body. They couldn't kill me, nothing could. One by one, our side started gaining the advantage and we overran the enemy position. My invulnerability to damage saved the day!

When I was around 16, I know one of my first real lucid dreams was where I walked out on the road and waited for cars to come by. The first one came, I grabed it like superman and stopped it. It got crunched up in the process but I wasn't hurt. I proceeded doing this with several more cars until I was satisfied. There was a pile of automoblies in the road and other cars were stopped in both directions, not able to get by. My dream took place near my parents house out in the country. By gaining my super strength ability, it also made me gain my dream invulnerability. That is like a resistance to being hurt and killed in my dreams. I still feel pain of wounds, but greatly decreased almost like an awareness of being hurt instead of actual pain.

Estava numa escura e também muito bagunçada segurando apenas um celular que iluminava ligeiramente o ambiente em minha frente. De algum modo eu sabia que eu estava preso nessa casa e tinha que resolver um tipo de quebra-cabeça para sair dali, então comecei a procurar alguns objetos que necessitava e fui colocando eles juntos em cima de uma mesinha, de repente fui transportado para dentro de um Mustang branco(eu não o controlava) que estava correndo contra outro Mustang branco. Eu olhei pela janela do outro Mustang, ainda correndo, e vi um macaco no banco de trás, depois olhei para frente e vi que os carros deviriam fazer uma curva para a esquerda, então o Mustang com o macaco passou na frente e começou a virar a curva primeiro, porém o meu carro acabou acertando ele de lado. Nesse momento eu fui transportado de volta para casa durante alguns segundos e então acordei.