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[CENTER][SIZE="4"][B]6/9/2012 - Slurpees[/SIZE]
[SIZE="1"][ Fragment ] [ Clarity - 2/10 ] [ Awareness - 1/10][/SIZE][/B][/CENTER]

[I]I couldn't remember anything last night, probably thanks to a poor-quality sleep! :([/I]

All I know is my dream had something to do with slurpees and Linkin Park.

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<SIDE NOTES> Had quite a busy and MAJORLY WIERD dream last night (Non Lucid)
Had clear recall in the morning, but didn't note anything down at the time
Dream content lost (its now 15:55)

Dungeon at the Rook

I was in a dungeon. It was stone, dark, and miserable. I wasn't locked in, but I was behind a cell door. There were square holes in the wall in the room behind my door that were designed to offer some sort of product. There were coin returns like the ones on old coke machines or video games. I was collecting money from all the coin returns, and I wasn't supposed to.

I turned and looked out the cell door. In the walkway outside my cell, there were other holes in the wall about the size of a microwave oven. They had bars over them and they were black inside. They were cells.

I figured who ever they once held could not enter from that side. There must have been a way to get into those cells from another entrance. I thought how miserable it would have been to be locked up in one of those cells.

I started getting nervous that I was locked in, so I looked at the door. It was open. I pushed it and walked out. I looked up and out a large opening in the rock wall that led outside. A truck circled into the parking area above us.

I was with someone now. We ducked, but he thought it was his brother coming to pick us up. We were excited to get out of there. Then it seemed it may not be his brother. That's OK. We were out of the cell.

Dream skip

I have a bird's-eye view of the building with the dungeon. It is stately and looks like a government building. The main entrance is round, and then there are rectangular portions extending outwards. There is a newspaper in the plastic bag on the roof of the building at the edge of the main part of the building. It was odd even in my dream.

Dream skip

I am in a room inside the building. There is a party going on. An Asian women says, "Everyone from C-53 get together for a picture" or something like that. Some older gentlemen get together on a sofa for a picture. My stupid brother runs to a chair. It is off to the side, but it is obvious he wanted to get in the picture. The Asian woman says, "I you are C-42--what are you doing?" or something like that.

A woman shows me a strange camera called a C-9 I think. I'm not sure all these alpha-numeric identifiers are correct. They may not have been so similar in my dream.

The girls camera had a weird handle. It was a bar that you grip, and teh camera was built onto it. Anyway, I overheard someone say that the name of the building was The Rook. I assumed it had to do with the shape of the main part of the building being round like a rook in Chess.

Swimming Party

I'm in a pool teaching a young woman how to swim. She was a little heavy set and hispanic. She was cute. She had very dark eyes. She was on her back. I took her hair in my right hand and felt it so that she wouldn't realize as it was under water. I felt a wet handful of hair very vividly. I rubbed it on my leg.

Remembered two dreams from last night. The first was relatively short.
Suda51 came over to our house for dinner. Needless to say, I was excited as hell to meet him. We greeted each other, and then he pulled some mashed potatoes out of the fridge. "Tabemasuka?" he asked. I was confused at first, but rembering that I knew Japanese, I replied, "Hai! Tabemasu."
okay, so the next one is a lot more crazy compared to the last one. And I remember more.
My grandma's house, on the outside, looked like this huge, foggy, dark mansion. We were headed there to spend the night; that is me, my friend/rival Seth, and two 10 year old kids who I don't know IRL. We spent the night there, and the next day, loaded up our Gamecube controllers. They were our guns.
We headed down to the basement of my grandma's house which strikes me as funny now, because last night, I was sleeping in one of the guest rooms IN that very basement as I was having this dream... The basement looked pretty normal, just like I remembered it, albeit a bit darker. One of the kids flipped the lights on and we all headed over to a darker corner near the end of the basement. Seth and I stood back as the two kids slammed open the storage room door and went in, Gamecube Controller Guns at the ready.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I heard a shout come from the hallway. TWO shouts. The two boys. I feared the worst.
"What is it??" I called out. "Is it a necromorph??" apparently my mind was fixated on Dead Space at this moment Without an answer, the kids came stumbling out. I held up my Gamecube gun at the storage room door, preparing for whatever despicable creature might pop out.
A few moments passed...and then............... two guys popped out of the storage room, looking exhausted. I held my gun down and stared in disbelief. "That's all you were screaming aboout? Oh, c'mon!" I walked over to the TV, and the kids followed. They hopped down, and started playing Resident Evil 4 on the gamecube. I stared at them.
"Guys, we're supposed to be hunting."
A hand clasped my shoulder and a voice said, "Don't worry about it, they'll be fine." I turned around to see a man I didn't know. He was dressed in a stylish jacket, had pale skin, slicked back brown hair, and wore sunglasses. He held his hand out. "Mind if I play?"
For some reason, I didn't question it. I handed him my Gamecube Controller/Gun, and he stared at the TV as he played RE4.
And that's all I remember. Pretty weird dream.

06.10.2012

Paid School Job (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Seeems I'm in High School again, I'm inside of an office to try and modify my school schedule. I'm taking AP Economics with the wrong teacher, but again, was too angry at myself last night over nothing to even grasp that abnormality.

The man teaching the class was the one who taught AP Government. Everything is boring, as usual, probably just him rambling his intelligence in knowing what due process is and all the generic stuff can be memorized on my own.

I believe I'm called to go to the office again, I was kind of worried what I could possibly do in the dream to be called like that, but it's good news. The counselor, at least that's what they seemed like to me, offered me student paid job. I didn't know what it was, but she said something about it starting around 9:45 AM- 2:35 PM I think?

At first I was speculating if that can even fit my schedule, which I should'nt have given much thought in the first place because that interval itself would take over several class periods, if not all of them.

But for some reason in my mind, I related that interval with AP Economics, and I finally made the choice to accept the offer.

I was pretty enthusiastic about this overall.

Hope this dream was some kind of small prophecy, but it probably isn't because how much time I slept last night wouldn't be enough for decent REM experience.

Surprised I even remember one dream.

Bedtime: 00-01am
Final wakeup: 9am?

Supplements: 150mg L-theanine

The dream:
I was coming home to my dads house, on the hatrack I see a black dusty animal, looked like a gerbil that had scratched the fur and tail.
I thought it was my gerbil named Imagination who is black like this one was.
I went to the office where I have the gerbils, and I see the cage is open. I thought that they must have escaped all around house.
I tried to look into the cage if there are any gerbils there, but as I couldn't see anyone I dropped down the gerbil(?) I just had catched on the hatrack.
Suddenly I see my both gerbils Polly and Imagination in the cage. That makes me know that this black thing I just dropped in, doesn't really belong there.
So I hunted it with my hand in the cage and took it out.

There dream ends

Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

[Fragment:] I'm sorting through laundry, separating out the things that need to be washed. [Heh. Apparently, anything you've been avoiding dealing with in real life can show up in a dream, even if it's something completely mundane. ]

[The following is a different dream. I'm writing this at the end of the day after I woke up from it, rather than in the morning, right after waking up for it, so I've probably forgotten a lot by now. What I'm about to write here is all I remember now. Sorry.]

I'm a member of a group of Chosen Children [from the Digimon anime series; these people are otherwise known as Digidestined in the English dub]. Everyone in the group is around my own age. [Yes, I was the same age in my dream as I am in real life. Yes, I'm way too old to be a Chosen Child by the standards of any of the anime series. Evidently, my subconscious doesn't care about that.] There are at least 20 people in the group. We all go into a fairly small cabin, the kind that would be at a summer camp, in which we all have to find a space to lie down in, because we're all going to enter a dream together [Inception-style. No, I never once realized I was dreaming throughout this entire dream. Yes, I feel silly now.]. I climb into the upper bunk of one of the many bunk beds in the room. Addressing the group at large, I say something like, “Try to make space on the floor for everyone.”

With my right hand, I push up the left sleeve of my shirt to expose the inside of my left elbow. I wait for someone to come around with an IV needle for me. I'm not looking forward to having the needle put in, and want to just get it over with already. [Exactly how I feel about them in real life.]

I'm now in the first dream level, with the same group of people. Once again, we're all lying down, waiting to get IV needles put in. I think, We need to go into the deeper dream levels so that we can get into our stronger Digimon forms. I have the following knowledge about our current situation: We're in the midst of a mission to defeat some enemy, and in order to transform into the strongest Digimon forms we have available to us, we have to be several dream levels deep.

This time, I actually feel the needle being stuck in, but not into my elbow - it gets stuck into the tip of my left thumb. It's still not a pleasant experience, of course. I can feel it in there, and can feel my pulse throbbing in the tip of my thumb.

[Awesome. I love the premise of this dream. I'm slightly tempted to write crossover fanfic based on it, but I don't have time to write fanfic.]

[B][COLOR="red"]I'm not really sure how this whole journal system works yet, but I'm going to give it a go! I usually write down general journal entries on paper, but I'll post my dreams here too, with probable changes in my organization techniques as I write... If there's something about my entries that looks inconsistent or weird, it will bug the crap out of me until I fix it! I'll try to write with you, the reader, in mind instead of just recording for my own personal reference.[/COLOR][/B]

[CENTER][SIZE="4"][B]6/9/2012 - Shirt Shopping[/SIZE]
[SIZE="1"][ Fragment ] [ Clarity - 5/10 ] [ Awareness - 1/10][/SIZE][/B][/CENTER]

[I]My boyfriend was planning a party for next week, and the night before this dream I was wondering what the heck I would wear to it, since it was going to be a fancier outing.[/I]

I was at the store "Aritzia" looking for new clothes, with a clear feeling that I had to find something fast, or I would be stuck wearing something that I didn't like. And I wanted something new to wear. I picked up a shirt that looked very, very identical to one I had in real life, down to the fabric and elasticity of said fabric. The only difference was that it was black.

[I]I was very surprised at how similar it was to the one I had in real life![/I]

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