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6/24/12

DILD

I had smoked and was hanging out with Paul, Mohammed, and a few other people. I was watching at Paul and he looked liked David Cross. When I commented on it, I could barely get the words out of my mouth. I felt very disoriented. Everyone asked what I said and I ignored it.

The scene shifted and I was longboarding down this hill with Giles. I was going off stumps and other obstacles. My hand was still broken in the dream, and I thought it may have been a bad idea. I am talking to Giles at a constant volume despite us converging and diverging on the longboards.

I become lucid and fly around for a little bit. I decide to try and shoot fire balls. I bring my hands together and try to summon a flame just out of my vision. Within seconds I see a glow from my hands. I get excited and try shooting it at this blue head statue in front of me. It fails. The statue turns and looks at me. Its really creepy. I try again, and there is an even bigger glow. It fails again.

This dream was simply just strange. If there is any sort of deep and hidden meaning in it, I sure as hell can't find it.

Summer School

I was in summer school at my high school, and though I do remember doing quite well in French, I was taking that over the summer. I hated the class. It was boring, and it had a bad feeling to it, though this classroom was not how I remember my French classroom, but it resembled much closer to my Junior year English classroom, which are somewhat polar to French. Also, the lights were always off. I don't quite remember how much time I had spent in this classroom in my dream, nor do I remember how many students were in the class and if my teacher was canon or not, but I was most certainly detesting every living moment of it, and I don't remember learning a darn thing, either.

Being Black and Having a Third Nipple

This still takes place in my French class, though things changed, dramatically. It was time for class to get out, I believe. I for some reason lifted my shirt, and looked down at my white-skinned chest to find that I in fact had something that bared close resemblance to either a pimple or a third nipple, though I assumed it was the latter. I became a black man, a cartoon black man, and I lifted my shirt once again to reveal my now dark-brown colored (and strangely much more muscular) chest to the classroom. They stared in awe at my extra feature that laid right below my left nipple. The teacher mentioned something about me having showed this to her in the past, though I do not see how that could be, seeing as though I had only just discovered this third teat. Still, I walked out of the classroom, and I felt that class was not over yet, and truly, it wasn't.

Ditching Summer School

I didn't want to go back into that damned French class, so you know what I did after the variably short break? I didn't. No, I instead went into what I think was a math class of some sort, which in reality would be the last thing I would ever do to escape a class that I hated. Trading for a even worse class and whatnot. This classroom reminded me much more of my middle school history classroom, even though it was in high school. It was a much more fun class though. I had friends in it, the teacher let us goof around, and there was even a TV. Though despite it being a math class, we were doing history, and even French! I worried in the back of my mind what the consequences were for missing my second half of French summer school, though I was even more worried about how badly I was doing in this class. I asked the teacher if this class had a lot of French in it, the classmates laughed and didn't give me an answer.
It was now sunset outside, and we were heading into what appeared to be a built-in restroom for some reason.

Welp, not sure what it meant, though it was kind of fun I suppose.

I'm at school. I only have 1st and 2nd hour today. Not quite sure why. During my first hour my friend, Leon, asks me if I want to go to some concert with him. I agree without knowing admission prices, location, or time. I then proceed to my second hour. It is World History with Ms. Willey. When I get there, I am told by Will[Ms. Willey] that my assignment is different than everybody else's. She then says she accidentally printed the wrong assignment and I am free to do as I wish. So, I get on a computer and research the concert. Lunch time. I am suddenly in the cafeteria and instead of eating I just sit down by myself. I am joined by a red-headed Morgan[Normally blonde haired], a girl with an amazing butt and an incredible smile. We talk and pass the time away. The, Heather, a girl that I have crushed on for years, walks up along with Shannon. Morgan tells me to look at her feet. This makes me uncomfortable because Heather is is here. I do look though, and Morgan mumbles something about her feet. When I look up, Morgan is standing up. She proceeds to ask which of us she hangs out with more. I use a HUD, which oddly and conveniently appears, to check the time that we hang out. I notice that I have hung out with her the most at a grand total of 9 minutes. Suddenly, I am with Leon outside of a concert. Leon says something about being surprised that we would have to pay. He says it is odd, especially with Kahzo, a friend who is apparently performing in the concert. He says normally Kahzo's wife does free tickets. I think back to the HUD from the cafeteria. I realize that I sat with Morgan all lunch and it said I had hung out with her for 9 minutes. I make a note to myself never to trust the HUD again. I wake up.

I'm standing next to Dustin(A very close friend). We are at marching band rehearsal, and everybody is doing mass runthroughs of a piece. There is a guest conductor! I do not know who he is but he seems to have a lot of knowledge about this piece. Time to start playing! This piece doesn't seem too hard. We are not moving at all so this seems really easy. I take that back, these fast notes are very hard to play! Me and Dustin both dropped out on them. At least I'm not the only one that has trouble with it, If Dustin, out best sax player, had to drop out, then it is fair for me to drop out too, right? The guest conductor is telling us that it is not that hard. I guess he knows what he is talking about so I will try to trust him. Me and Dustin begin to walk over to the other saxes when the guest conductor starts talking again. I notice that there is a young woman with him atop the hill he is on. Maybe it is an assistant of hie, or maybe it is Vanessa, the flute instructor. When the guest conductor is done talking I turn around and see that the band has split into sections. I look for the saxes and begin to walk toward them with Dustin. I accidentally bump into David, another close friend who happens to be the drum major, who is spinning his mace. Just then the assistant screams, "NO BATONS!!!" I suddenly realize who the lady is! It is Ms Sare, our current band director! When we finally meet up with the saxes, Mikel, the trombone section leader, moves us to where we should be. This throws me off since we have the same level of authority, so he should not be moving me around. Either way, we get to where we need to be, and all seems well. Then Angie, the clarinet section leader, comes up to me with a complaint about the flute section. I wake up.

This dream I was shopping at savers (small drug store in Nottingham) and my tutor Miss Sharma was the clerk. I remember shopping for only shampoo and I was shopping with my mum.
Sorry for this dream being really short!

I told my dream friend my name 2 nights ago even though he has been in my dreams for over a year . He asked whats your name I said Pixie . then he asked why he didnt know it before I replied hey its not my fault you never asked I havent been lucid most times you visit so why is that up to me.
hahaha I laughed so hard when I woke up

Finally! After several days of really poor recall, I finally managed to recall a much longer dream. How did I do it?

Before I went to bed, I resolved that I would remember my dreams.

I'm leaving a building and retrieving my car. I must be in Washington, D.C. because I can see the Washington and Lincoln Monuments in the skyline. I'm parked on a road that runs along the waterfront. It's a sunny day and the water is a sparkling bright blue. It looks pretty inviting, but there's somewhere I have to be right now. I drive off in the car, but navigating the streets of D.C. is a little confusing. I'm not sure which direction I should take. I end up driving along the waterfront until I get to some empty parking spaces near the Jefferson Memorial on the outskirts of the city.

I park the car, cross the street, and climb up some steps to a small stone building. Inside, I get into an elevator. It seems that the building goes down into the ground rather than up. Two other people get in the elevator. As it descends, I realize that I don't want to be in close company with these people, though I don't remember why. I jump out at the first level where the doors open. It seems to be a cafeteria. I pick up a boxed lunch, trying to keep it level so nothing spills while getting into the next elevator.

This time, the elevator takes me to a mall. (The Mall, perhaps? This is D.C.) I walk into a store, which appears to be a Bath & Body Works store during their clearance sale. However, I notice all the fixtures are temporary ones. I strike up a conversation with an employee, who points out another permanent store across the way. I decide to volunteer to help pack up and move merchandise. I shove my box lunch into my back pack, forgetting the need to keep it level.

Moving out of the store, I'm no longer in the mall but on a stage. The curtain is partially closed, but I can see an audience sitting and waiting. There's a woman and two kids on the stage. They look like Pamela and her kids from "Army Wives." The kids are looking through the open portion of the curtain to see if their dad is in the audience, but he isn't there or just isn't paying attention. They start to cry because he'll miss their big show.

There was a guy who had these miniature toy soldiers that would obey his command of grid coordinates. It was a tun bases war game and they would automatically kick down doors and what not. It was pretty cool.

There's this semi that transfOrms into a moving base. The front part of it becomes the height of a double decker bus. Oh, and I forgot to mention that I'm on top of it while its transforming, and we're going at least 75 down the interstate. It's funny because my major concern wasn't getting shot by these people diving it, but falling off. I was with a team of maybe 3 or four and I kept thinking "we need to kill these guys quick". I even thought about how if I died it was over...unlike a dream.

Well they took everyone out, and I climed into the front part and sat in the passengers seat. This thing had the ability to drive in water and we went down a river and there were a lot of kids fishing. I really wanted to that instead of spy work. One guy told me the fish weren't even edible. It didn't matter to me though. I also saw white tigers on the bank. I was trying to figure out how and why they didn't go out there and kill everyone.

By now the guy tells me to drive when we hit land. The controlls are kinda like a motorcycle, but it's super unresponsive.


I remember this other dream where I was making music out of the noises that were made when moving the courser around with this game. I think Naiya was there, and she was a little impatient. We started playing, and the. I was sort of in the game. I ran down a hallway and said to a group of people " knock knock", someone said "who's there". I said "Nickle plated 45" and pretended to shoot all of them.

Then Alex Trebec is on the phone with the whitehouse and he's trying to set something up where people can come over there more often.

I was an undercover cop, a female undercover cop at that. I lived in a house on the side of the highway with some other folks, and my job was to follow people who I was told were trafficking drugs down that strip of highway. I rode a light blue streetbike for speed and maneuverability.

I got a notification that some bikers were taking contraband though, and I sent off on my way... I hauled ass down the highway, but saw them going down the other side of the highway. I tried to turn around but there was a median in the highway, so I attempted to pick up my motorcycle and put it on the other side, when another motorcyclist slowed down and pulled over where I was.

He was riding a motorcycle that was long, with two different seats. I know you can fit two people on most motorcycles, but this one had a full seat, IN FRONT of the original rider. He told me to "Hop On!"
With superhuman strength, I lifted my motorcycle and put it on top of his motorcycle. He was like "Whoah, put it down what are you doin?!"

So I put the bike back on the ground, and hopped on his bike. He took me back to a place a few doors down and introduced me to some female friends he had, saying that I was a "Girl he met"... We began walking to my house, when out of nowhere my mother and one of her friends is in front of us. My new friends began to talk about how good looking she was, and I was like "STFU THATS MY MOM"... And we got back to the house.

I showed them my bicycle, and told them about it, and chatted with my mom and them about how I'm actually a cop... And that's basically the dream.

I only remember one dream today, but I think to be honest that it's a few dreams that follow the same basic time line as I'm trying to remember to not open my eyes and just go back to sleep and DEILD.

The dream starts out in a classroom. I'm joking around and talking to the people in the class. It's a very comfortable atmosphere, and where as I usually feel awkward in crowds, I'm really happy and comfortable. I think it's a history class, or maybe it's a technology class and we're talking about fantasy/rpg video games because I'm pretty sure we were talking about knights and battles. Then I'm in the hallway, and talking to a guy who has dark hair and looks nothing like me, yet I get the feeling I'm pretending like he's my brother in this school for some reason. He's telling me that I need to get out because something's about to happen. My husband shows up, but in the dream he's just my friend we're not romantically involved at all. He takes my hand and promises to take me out of the place where I'll be safe. Then I see the guy giving a girl with curly black hair orders, she grabs something and runs off. I see in third person her throwing the thing she grabbed and it explodes. I'm pretty sure she can't have survived that in the dream. Then me and my husband are in a little restaurant. I see the dark haired guy and a couple other people as well as the girl who threw the thing that exploded. I'm avoiding him, I'm angry because I hold it against him that he made the girl throw the bomb. He tries to talk to me all causally and joking, but I'm ignoring him completely. I'm standing by the soda machines, filling up my cup. The guy walks up and puts a hand on my shoulder, and I'm becoming very calm and comfortable not so much pissed off anymore. He turns me around and asks me why I'm upset, and I tell him. He points to the girl as if to show me she's fine, then the tells me he had no other choice. He tells me he didn't put the bomb there, someone else had, and his main priority was making sure I was safe. He tells me the girl has the best throw of everyone he knows, and if she hadn't been the one to throw it it would have blown up too closely to the school and then everyone would have died. Then the people at the table hear him talking about the explosion and they start laughing and talking about how the girl was covered in blood after the explosion and how I should have seen how messy her hair was. I keep thinking she should have died, but when I'm looking right at her, I know she didn't. Still, all the talk about her being covered in blood is just not something I want to hear, so I grab my husbands hand and walk out to the car. Then the dream shifts again. Now I'm in a small boat, in a shallow river. I'm laying in the boat, and my husband is steering the boat and somehow making it go up the river towards the top of a mountain. We pass by a bridge, and there are people on it and they're staring at me weird. I realize I'm naked in the boat, so I reach over and grab a towel and lay it over myself so you can't tell. The boat reaches the top of a small hill, dips down over it, then goes back up the mountain. Then the boat stops against the shore and my husband puts the oar down and starts to drag the boat onto the shore where it can't float off. I jump out of the boat splashing a lot in the water, getting soaked, and start to wrap up with the towel, but then I find that it's hard to run wrapped up, and I decide to just hold the towel and run. So I'm running up the last of this mountain, and I see tents all over the place, and people sitting around small fires. They don't seem to mind me running naked at all. They barely even notice me, but this place feels like home and I'm struck with the notion that no one cares because this happens a lot. I'm running along the side of the creek. I realize that I'm not really sure where I'm running to, so I stop and notice I'm standing by a little grey outbuilding that might be a campground bathroom? I start to run away from the water and towards the woods, then I remember that all I need to do is feel for energy, and the energy will show me which way to go. I feel a strong pull slightly behind me to the left, on the other side of the grey building back towards the creek but still farther up from where I was, not back tracking. I run that way, and I see a campfire and a red beat up truck and a big tent. There are five people seated around the camp fire. The five people are my two kids, and then three guys around my age. When I arrive at the campfire, I can see that two of the guys are a bit on the heavier side and have messy dark hair, not long but not short, shaggy I guess? and one has a beard. The third guy is the one who's energy I'm feeling, the one that's pulling me over there. I'm briefly confused. I want to say he's the brother from earlier in the dream, but then he looks completely different. He has Kurasawa's energy, but his hair is different. Instead of being the frizzy straight that his hair normally is, or the messy wavy, it's full out curly with a beanie. He says hey to me, and I sit in his lap and give him a quick kiss, but then part of me still feels like I'm earlier in the dream and supposed to be treating him like a brother or something. I jump out of his lap, and he tells me that the wind is cold and I'm wet, I should cover up or get back in the water away from the wind. I decide I want to get in the water, so I run back into the creek until I'm submerged up to my neck. The water is crystal clear, and my kids want to swim too. Kurasawa tells them it's ok, and my son takes off his shirt and runs into the water. In the dream my son is thinner (he's on the overweight side in waking life) and there's a bigger age gap between him and my daughter than in waking life. He jumps into the water, then I swim over to him thinking he doesn't know how to swim! But he's swimming just fine, as if he's been swimming his whole life. Knowing he's ok and can swim on his own, I go closer to the shore to help my daughter get in the creek. When I do the two guys with dark hair stand up. One of them takes off their shirt and starts to walk into the water. I yell at the other one and ask him if he's getting into the water or if he's too chicken. He tells me he would get in the water, but he has to poo, lol. Then I turn back to Kurasawa who's still sitting in the chair, just watching happily. He smiles at me, and I smile back, then I wake up. I think that was at least two or three dreams, maybe more, all strung along, lol. Unfortunately I wasn't lucid in any of them, ha ha.

And, during typing all that, I remembered the first dream of the night!

I'm at the river. Something's fallen and sank to the bottom. Someone hands me a flashlight and I start diving to the bottom of the river to get it. There's someone on a jet ski who brought me to where I am in the river. They comment that I can't dive to the bottom of the river, and if I try I'm going to drown. I go underwater anyways, surprised that I can see so well, and then collect whatever fell off the bottom of the river. I see a gold ring as well but can't grab it as I need air. I swim to the top of the water and hand back whatever had fallen. I dive back underwater, and grab the gold ring. I break the surface, and grab the jetski. Whoever is on it turns it on, and idles it back to the pier with me latched onto the side. I hand the gold ring that looks really malformed by this point to someone, then I decide to use the flashlight to see if I can find the glasses I lost at the pier last year under water. I wake up before I could find them.

I've got a long, strange, jumbled dream to try to remember this morning. This will be messy, but here goes...

The first part that comes to mind (I don't remember the order things happened in anymore) is that I'm with someone in this almost labyrinthine place... I think it's family, but then what happens wouldn't make much sense. It's as though we are staking out the area, finding useful items here and there. The only part I remember with any clarity is that there's a "Basement" or something underneath the maze-like building. It's got a bunch of bats, some of which I slash and kill like it's an old video game (The view even becomes 2D for this part). But more importantly there's a random shower head sticking out of the ceiling, so I could shower if I wanted to. I kinda remember laying there, fully clothed, and letting it drench me... It would also be a safe place to sleep after clearing out the bats, and I remember excitedly sharing this with... whoever I'm with.

The second part is still a mess, but it's clear for this one that I'm with family. In this case I'm grabbing whatever random food items look good and throwing them in the microwave together to heat them up. This includes what look like quesadillas and one random like... chinese chicken puff or something? I dunno. I remember that things were going horribly wrong when I tried to heat up the food. For example, gravy would come pouring out of the quesadillas and drench everything else. My little brother is laughing at what's going on, and also wonders why I picked out the chicken puff because according to him, it was kept as sort of a last resort type of food and wouldn't taste very good. It's hard to explain. I remember being annoyed about my microwave failures, but somewhere in my head I knew I could "reload" or "go back in time" to fix it. Yet I didn't become lucid. I also remember thinking/reading about something terrible that could go wrong, where this cold, toxic blue stuff the microwave was using could spew out of this hose sort of thing, contaminating all my food. (Yeah, I'm confused too) The last thing from this part of the dream I remember is being on a road trip somehow. The vehicle I was using I wasn't sure of, but my dad and little brother are there on the side of the road, roughly halfway along the trip, though I don't remember any of the travel time. They have some stands up or something, trying to raise money by selling food. They're mostly empty but they have some cookies there and I can't resist stopping to grab a couple.

Finally, the third random part, with no connection to the others. For some reason, it involves (sigh...) The Little Mermaid. (I blame my recent playthrough of Kingdom Hearts 2 and its dumb Atlantica level...) Anyway, it's as if things are taken back in time and represented as some sort of lame teenage TV show. I'm nowhere in this dream fragment, just observing. But both Ariel and this random... kid are definitely teenagers. They were apparently derping around like teenagers do, and they had gotten in a fight, boy tries to act "cool" etc... standard drivel. But the only part I really remember is them both ya know, swimming out in the ocean, and the boy saying, "Well you better be sorry... because, I'm inviting you to my sister's 50th birthday party." Yes, "Sister" and "50th birthday". I don't think about it too much. xD

That's honestly it. I probably could have gotten away with calling it three separate dreams, but I don't know either way.

Haven't updated in a while, so here I am to post my latest dream!

My sister is about to go to a costume party, and she’s walking around our room dressed as Groucho Marx. And I’m like, “Oh, nice costume.”

In another part, my sister is watching a video on YouTube of this girl singing karaoke. And she’s like, “Oh, I know that girl. She’s a terrible singer.” The girl is singing something by Vanessa Carlton or Michelle Branch or something along those lines––can’t remember what song it is. But anyway, she’s not as bad at singing as my sister had said.

There’s a panel of judges watching her, and they all have to give her a “grade” on her singing. So, all the judges give her an A except for one judge who gives her an F. And then everyone boos her for giving the girl an F.

(By now I’m kind of … part of the scene instead of watching it. So yeah.)

The girl’s father walks up on stage and he’s wearing these ridiculous knee-high boots. And he starts talking about how his boots are “traditional” of his culture or whatever. Then he talks about this traditional suit that he has, which for some reason I know looks like a red elf suit. Apparently this suit is some important family heirloom and it has never fit any of his children, so he’s upset about it.

The scene morphs into a family reunion type thing … I think a Christmas party. Someone brings out this weird decoration, which is this Christmas tree with Santa’s head on the top, and it sings and dances. And my mom is like, “Oh, I made that a long time ago and then I left it behind somewhere.” So I start playing with this thing with a baby who’s crawling around on the floor––an imaginary cousin who I think is named Tim or something like that. That’s about where the dream ends.

A violent dream where everyone is either being shot or is shooting someone else. Sort of like the bar scene in Inglorious bastards. Cannot remember anything else about the dream. At the end I have been shot in the head and I begin to. slowly? Die. Right before the dream resides completely I realize this was all a dream and relax. The dream ends. I keep my eyes closed and I don’t move. I fall back asleep and re-enter the massacre dream. I am in a room with two beds and in those beds are two dead bodies. They have been shot. I look at them and recognize the dream scene. I become lucid. I look back at the bodies; they are two middle-aged women. I tell them to get up. I tell them that they are part of dream and that anything is possible. They don’t have to be dead if they don’t want to be. I tell them to get up and out of bed a few more times. At his point the dream sort of fades slightly. It doesn’t end it just becomes very unclear. I don’t really remember what happens at this point. I do remember that I need to stabilize the dream so I start touching things. (I want to remember to attempt voice commands) I think I walk around at this point just exploring my surroundings. But then I think, I do that every time I have a lucid dream, I just walk around. I figured I had to do something this time. By now the dream was very stable. I think, What to do, what to do… Then I remember the task of the month! I look around and find a mirror on the wall to my left right beside my head. How convenient. I take a few steps back and run at the mirror. As I run I see my mom from the corner of my eye. She says something but I ignore her. Once I am just a few feet away from the mirror I leap head first into it. I am a little disappointed at the outcome. But it was interesting nonetheless. I was sent into another house like the one I was in. I came out of another mirror into a very fancy living room. It was well light by a huge chandelier in the middle of the room. The ceiling was very high in this room. On a couch was a man reading a newspaper. I can’t remember what I did next but I guess I walked around and ended up at the front door of the house. I gladly walk out of it. The house was a bore. I walk out and by now I notice how vivid and real it is. I have no fears now of it losing stability or me losing awareness. I am now on the street of a suburban neighborhood. again. It is beautiful. There are massive trees everywhere and the sunlight bathing them was spectacular. Somehow there is a white book in my hand. I look at its cover. The “words” are just random nonsense. Every time I look away and look back it changes. Then I try something. I think of of a phrase in my mind and look at the cover. What would show up on the cover would be very similar to what I was thinking of. A few times it was the same word for word. But none of the words were spelt right. Sadly, I cant remember what phrases I thought of. I even told myself in the dream to try to remember what I thought and what it turned out to be on the cover. Looks like I failed. I look around some more and decide it would be cool to skate. I try to summon a skateboard. I try to will one into existence by thought. I look down at my feet. Nothing. I try that a few times and all attempts failed. I then tell myself, Ok, when I snap my fingers a board will appear in front of me. That didn’t work either. I then look at the book and try turning it into a skateboard. I set it on the ground and see that the book has wheels attached to it. I get on it but it is too small to have any fun with. Then I try flying. At first I’m stuck at jumping really high. But after a while I get higher and higher. But I always fall back down. While trying to fly I hear a little boy laughing. I continue practicing. As I slowly move down the street I see the source of the sound. Sitting at the top of a little slide is a boy. He laughs, says my name, and then laughs again. Repeat. The kid freaked me out a bit. I ask him, Who are you? What are you? But my voice seems drowned by other louder voices. I take notice of other DCs walking in my direction. Once in front of me I ask this dude about my age if he can teach me how to fly. Dream fades. Dream ends.

before I woke up some girl was handing out candy squares that had a lot of different flavors

1. I forgot because I didn't write it down and thought my key word method would work.

2. I am talking to someone while looking at my phone. The icons are strange looking some just black and white and the screen continuously scrolls icon after icon.(dream sign)

3. I am in an audience at some Glenn Beck thing. I get the feeling like it is being recorded for radio. As Glenn does his introduction I heard the Rush Limbaugh intro music. I look up and to the left and see his face on a large display. I find it odd and annoying so I tune it out. There is some blond woman talking. Blah blah blah. I don't know the words. Something about shopping and commericalism. Boring. I notice that she is standing in the wrong spot and keeps walking over to the middle of the stage to look a TelePrompter. I thought she was very unprofessional.

The blond woman begins to interact with the audience. I see Luci from work. She starts bitching about how hard it is to find the item she is looking in any store in Joplin. I agree with her. I always hate it when I am looking for a specific thing and I can't find it anywhere. I always end up ordering on-line. Then she bitches some more about how hard it is to find jeans that fit. I lose interest. Women. I see Jana from work. She asks me if I am going to the big party. I say "uhhhhh". I wake up.