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In the beginning there was this spirit showing me how to create "measurements". It was an abstract concept so I'm not sure what he was wanting me to measure, but he was telling me about the number 8 and creating things in sections of 8's. I'm not sure what that means yet


The second part of the dream I was with a friend. We were walking down a neighborhood road, wearing these large wool type veils that also covered our faces, almost like a burka but it was made from something with more texture almost like fur. I don't know what the reason for it was

I go to bed at 12:30 AM and took at least half an hour to fall asleep (Sunday naps are so nice, but they can cause such problems too ...). My wife's alarm wakes me at 6:30.

At the burger restaurant
I'm in a burger restaurant with my family - a Burger King, I think. I go through the line and order a burger for each of my kids. At $5 each, taking my family here isn't cheap. for some reason, I didn't order with the rest of my family, so now I'm back in line to order my own food. I think I know what I want, but I'm still conflicted. I end up talking to someone about the current menu items. He's got a paper copy of the menu that doesn't have some items, but I point out that his menu is good from <date> to <date> (I think one end was in August) and that we're one day outside that range. Now I'm placing my order. I don't know the name of what I want, so I try to describe something like "the burger with the sauce." The girl behind the counter apologizes that that's a seasonal item and we're now out of that season. I panic a bit, quickly looking over the overhead menus trying to figure out what to replace my order with. I'm having a hard time reading them, and I don't want to hold up the line, so eventually I just order something boring.

Now I'm siting with my family at a table by the window. A wave comes in and our table ends up completely under water. This restaurant is in the path of the tides, and some tables go underwater at high tide. I'm not sure how we missed the tide coming in, but it's here now and we need to move to a table past the tide. My wife and I try to move our stuff as quickly as possible, finding it from under the water. It's tough, since we can't see into the water at all and have to feel around for our things. We're both moving stuff from our old table to the new one, but she spends more time at the old one and I spend more time at the new one.



Driving to clean a house
I'm in a car with someone else, heading to a house to clean it. He's driving, and I'm in the passenger seat. I know we're near our destination, but neither of us is sure exactly where it is. We turn down one neighborhood road and quickly realize it's the wrong one. Up ahead, we see a team of landscapers working on a large grassy area to the right of the road. My companion does something weird, including backing up and nearly hitting a mailbox. I call him on it, but he shrugs it off. As we're leaving we see the landscaper doing <something>, and my companion laughs and says it's because he shook them up a bit. Now we're driving through another neighborhood - the right one, this time - looking for the house we're supposed to be going to. It's a pretty boring neighborhood with small lots, no trees, and lots of white houses.


Fragments:
Something about trying to make a case against a guy (or group?), that he (they) were responsible for wiping out another group. Somehow this is related to visions of backed-up cars on one lane of a winding mountain road with a view of the ocean.

I'm at my computer taking a survey about Steam produced by some college students. Some of the questions are really strange.

Morning of October 20, 2014. Monday.



In my first dream, for some inexplicable reason, a new “MacGyver” television series is produced. Somehow, a younger Carol Burnett (around 40 or so in contrast to her present age of 81) plays MacGyver. After the first episode airs, I read a review in which it is said that she is “too polite” as the new MacGyver. The dream seems fairly long but I do not remember the overall plot of the in-dream show.

My next dream is even more ridiculous. Dean Norris is the only recognizable celebrity in the “movie” although this time it is like a “real” setup on scene, which seems to be the porch of either the Barolin Street house or Loomis Street, or a composite of both and it seems later at night or before dawn. Even though there seems to be a (fictional, likely science-fiction) movie in progress, the people in it are somehow actually miniature, only about four inches tall. I am there watching and so is my wife. I guess we have something to do with the filming. The miniature people have to contend with “giant” cane toads, about five of them in different areas of the porch. There is a dramatic scene where Dean Norris gets hold of a (miniature) gun (taking it from someone else, I think) and shoots most of the “giant” cane toads. The camera zooms in on him when he is in a group of people standing around (in what seems somewhat like a bank queue) with some sort of suspenseful music playing.

Near the end, only four miniature people are left. I watch them walk south over the area where railroad tracks used to be in my Cubitis backyard, there being a lot more shrubs and various larger weeds, other than the somewhat sandy “path” left over from where the tracks mainly sat. This is unusual only in that I normally become fully lucid when I see miniature people, but here, I do not. Looking down, I watch them travel from my left to my right as they waddle along. There is a vague sense of the concept of elves, but they are “ordinary” people other than having been shrunken somehow.

In one other dream, I am trying to read the comic strips in a newspaper, but the paper is transparent so that the comic strips on the other side (of at least two pages) are blended (in reverse imagery) to the ones on the side intended for reading (similar to when you hold a page up against a brighter light) so that the page is an ambiguous composite of normal and mirror-imaged comic strips layered together.

The dream turned out to have the usual trivial short-term precognitive layer (this time relative, as usual, to something regarding precise style, movement, etc. in terms of expectation - why it always seems so obvious and stands out as such makes me wonder what is going on with the rest of humanity in not noticing this in their own lives - particularly as such layers stand out as more defined when looking back with almost every single dream). I have always been interested in the hows and whys, ultimately, especially regarding why the events are often so trivial, although usually reflecting (in a precognitive sense) the “most unusual” aspect of waking life within a particular time. “Normal” humanity baffles me, and this (continuous trivial and impersonal precognition, yet its being so precise) is the main reason why.

Disembodied, I'm looking at a woman standing on a pier some two hundred or so years ago, facing away from me, looking out to sea. She makes a striking image, her black hair and her long dark skirt in stark contrast against the bright grey of the clouded-over sky and sea. There's music being played badly. The men she's been staying with or traveling with are having a going-away party for her, but she's stepped away from it for a moment.

The scene changes to the place she's headed - a man's riding a horse recklessly fast over hilly terrain, playing what he refers to as a game of tag with her.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

After a few other dream scenes, I'm back to that woman on the pier. This time she's turned around, talking to one of the men from the party. He has a going-away present for her, two small dark objects that he presses into her hands, something that I think of as 'artifacts.'

Been away - the Scottish referendum results plus a holiday meant I wasn't in the mood I've been keeping a note of my dreams at home, but not practising any reality checks etc - which made last nights lucid dream VERY unexpected! Wid ye like tae hear aboot it??

NON LUCID - Beside a field full of unfamiliar ducks, an American man came up to the gate and started feeding them, this cheesed off the American landowner who was right nearby astride a massive Clydesdale Horse. - This led directly to a room I was staying in with my parents and my wife and my sister and her man. My auld man said 'Oscar Wilde' is coming roond' to which I said 'Aye he's no deed' and the room chuckled as I attemped to climb the settee for whatever reason. I then heard visitors approach and hid under a chair. I then settled down and a tall woman came in. She had a pot of clear ointment which she gave to my wife and she rubbed on her face. The same woman handed me a pot with what looked like soup, I made to drink it, she shouted something in a foreign tongue and poured it over my hair - it stunk! Suffice it to say a wee while later 'Oscar Wilde' appeared, this was a short dumpy lassie in a mans shirt who proceeded to do a vague very unerotic burlesque style performance which in no way was worth the £102 I noticed it cost on an invoice I had in front of me. She climbed on top of me and started tickling me, and I slid off the chair in hysterics. There was then an argument with the other woman regarding two empty cardboard boxes.....
I woke up , and for the first time, succesffully re - entered the scenario! I felt like I'd had a dream of the dream about Oscar Wilde, but anyways. I asked my mither where the heel she found those two - she said she was struggling to get me abirthday gift , but they were recommended by a pair of gay men, who thought they were ok, but crude. I then remembered I needed to ID the ducks from earlier and grabbed my RSPB book, which was packed full of rubbish instead of what I was looking for. I think I went lucid for a split second, as I realised it was pointless looking further because the birds were in a dream...

Still non lucid

Watching classic Doctor Who with William Hartnell. He had fallen in the water and was in a daze. Ian Chesterton was worse. Hartnell dragged him to a cliff face, he decided to climb it then pull Ian up for some reason the stupid bugger. Then I was there... The Doctor handed me his coat , which was a very heavy wool, he then reached out to Ian and lost his balance and fell into the water and that was the cliffhanger on a freeze frame.

I KNOW DOCTOR WHO FAR TOO WELL _ YE CANNY KID ME!

I immediately said 'That has never happened in Doctor Who - this is a dream!!' (then I squashed the scar on my hand for good measure)' - As I was saying this the Doctor & Ian were standing looking at me with very guilty expressions..

BINGO - LUCIDITY!!

This was great and so completely unexpected that I adopted a carefree cocky attitude for the duration of the dream which I estimated lasted five mins. I turned slightly to my left , there was a traditionally attired chauffer standing next to a black LIMO. He said 'Congratualtions - get in' I said 'I'm assuming i'm getting company?' 'Of course ........Melanie!'
A slim lassie with black hair and brown eyes came running up to the car and sat next to me - id never seen her before in my life. I could feel the dream slipping so I stared at my hands. My vision went almost completely and I thought to myself that the dream was going to be a bit poor if I was blind. Melanie said 'What are you doing?' - 'Oh , just looking at my hands' - ths brought me back.
I noticed suddenly two lassies had appeared in the front seat. They had purple hats on, One of them had blond hair, dark eyebrows and a round face. I tried to engage her in conversation but she was just repeating a complete load of rubbish over and over so I gave up after a few tries. I then told the driver to pull over as we were at - 'The best place in the world - once I decide what it is'

We got out the car, it was some woodland and a loch. Melanie was standing beside me, i grew quite attached to her after such a short time - i hope i meet her again! To our left was a building that's sold coffee - Perfect I thought coz i always said next time i was lucid i would have a cuppy as it might help me to remember dreams when i have one the next morning - we entered the building and there was a dunkin' Donuts - hm classy!
We joined the queue for goodness sake and i wasted precious lucidity trying to decide what i wanted to drink, then i woke up,

Dead chuffed though!

In this dream, I was at my parent’s house, at the top of the stairs, talking to another dream character who was threatening me with his supernatural powers. He was a little bit scary and seemed quite convincing. I told him I could be a vampire while lucid and easily be more powerful than he was. I then chose to be Lucid and turned myself into a vampire. He instantly left.

Now that I was lucid, I needed to do something like fly, so I wouldn’t wake up. I ran down the stairs past my dad to go outside and do some flying. My dad said, “You should stay here.” I just ignored him because I was focussed on staying lucid. I looked outside, and it was the middle of winter, and I wasn’t properly dressed to go out there. I knew if I tried to find proper clothes I would wake up, so I just ran out the door and flew up over the trees. The trees were covered in hoarfrost and were absolutely beautiful. The sun was reflecting off of each snow crystal and it was brilliant white. By the time I reached the end of the street, at about 100 feet altitude, the snow had vanished, and it was now fall. I looked off in the distance, and I had 100% clarity. I decided to find my daughter.

As I flew down the alongside the road that paralleled a river, I called out loud for my daughter to join me, and then suddenly this girl appeared riding a bike. I flew down and landed beside her. She didn’t look like my daughter, but she had the biggest smile ever, and she reminded me of her. I asked her if she was my daughter, and she said no. I then told her to tell my daughter I am looking for her. A fellow in a Beige Suit appeared on a bike and began to follow this girl as I flew away.

I flew down, and landed at a market square, near the town’s Marina, and then walked into a market building hoping to find my daughter. Several people stopped what they were doing and stared at me. This dark haired fellow behind the counter was threatening me, and I told him everything was fine, and that I was just looking for my daughter. He calmed down and carried on with his business. I floated up slowly through the ceiling to see if my daughter was on the roof. She wasn't, so floated back down into the building. A man in a Beige Suit, like the one I saw on the bike earlier, then asked me a question, but before I could answer, he slapped a handcuff on my left hand. He yelled out, “I’ve got him!” I yanked the other end of the handcuff out of his hand and backed up. The handcuff he put on me was made from a black composite material, and the chain appeared to be some sort of polymer cord. I tore the handcuff off my left hand and proceed to rip the handcuffs into a bunch of pieces. Another Beige Suit appeared and he said, “That isn’t going to work on him.” I turned around and flew full speed at the exit door, and I passed right through it, like it wasn’t there. When I got to the other side I was in a concrete parkade. I then woke from the excitement, and stayed perfectly still in bed, then ended up back at the exact same spot in the dream. Both Beige Suits were there waiting.


In an effort to scare these guys off, I assumed the famous martial arts pose. The one Beige Suit fellow said, “Oh great, he knows this too?” The other Beige Suit fellow said, “Just block him.” I really don’t know any martial arts, so they called my bluff. I then used my instant transport technique, where I can travel between two places instantly (within my visual range), and I transported to a floating position above one of the Beige Suit fellows. He looked confused, as he searched frantically for me, and he couldn’t see me. I then shot full speed at another exit door from the parkade and ended up outside. Home free! Not…. One Beige Suit had me by the waist and dragged me back to the ground. Again I woke, and stayed perfectly still in bed, and then ended up back at the exact same spot in the dream.

I don’t believe in violence when dreaming, but these guys pushed me too far. I instant transported to the back of one the Beige Suits, grabbed him from behind, and threw him 20 yards at an incredible speed into the recessed exit area of the concrete parkade. He bounced off the walls and ground, and then came to a complete stop, upside-down and unconscious, floating at a 45 degree angle to the ground. The other Beige Suit and I just stood there and watched him as he floated unconscious. Suddenly, he gained consciousness, and yelled, “I’ve never had that happen before!” He was pissed. This time he flew straight at me, and before impact, I woke myself up. My heart was pounding, and I felt hot. I lay in bed thinking how this perfectly good lucid dream went so wrong.

I really need to better adhere to my 10:00 bedtime if I ever want to become lucid.

I was partially lucid observing this dream where there were ten or twelve robotic spiders. They were all identical and they were all made out of rusty die-cut metal beams (I think that's what they are called; the kind of beams with the holes drilled into them at regular intervals to reduce weight.) They all have glowing red/green eyes. (Half with red and half with green.) and a large platform on top of their bodies with a spring beneath it.
And on the platform was an apple. There were six green and six red apples in play. The spiders would bounce them into the air with the spring loaded platforms, sometimes to themselves or sometimes to their neighbors. Of course the spiders were moving as well, and they were preforming these increasingly intricate 'dances' with themselves and the apples.
The setting kept on changing as well. At first, it was a badlands type area, then it became more abstract with a black ground plane and a white sky. The spiders began to look more like a cartoon and less like real life. Toward the end, the spiders were just two tones of grey and the apples and spider eyes were one shade of red/green with a black outline.
...
This somehow led into a dream where I saw a bunch of grey three dimensional shapes in a line. I recall a pyramid, cube, cylinder, sphere and cone.

I think there were some dry dreams about college in there somewhere, but I don't recall them.

Morning of October 20, 2014. Monday.



This dream was a “realistic” continuation (at least in viable meaning and metaphorical form) of a real-life event. I had read the rant of a typical unsuccessful-at-life “normal” person, but more aggressive and “anti-dream-work” than many. This was a post on a web site that listed dream journal sites and such. His rant related to how no one ever mentions dreams in “polite society”, to anyone (including friends and relatives) and how they were only a mish-mash of recent events that the brain had not processed yet that day (typical mindless mainstream opinion, in other words). He also mentioned how paying the slightest attention to dreams (or trying to work out meaning) was “masturbatory” and damaging. Such a person being as utterly “alien” (even more than most other mainstream people) as possible to my own life’s path and continuous vindication since early childhood was rather intriguing but it flowed into a dream scenario that reflected sadness.

I saw the person (even though I did not know anything of his/her appearance) walking along in a similar manner as the Penguin (from the new “Gotham” television series). Eventually though, I become aware that he has transformed (or had “always been”) an unhatched egg. The unhatched egg has a slight crack (as if in an attempt to hatch), and moves slightly, but the movement stops after a short time. I place the egg to my ear and hear white noise, similar to the noise of a television channel being off the station on an analogue television. It then grows silent as if the entity inside has died. It has never bothered me that people live in an entirely different “world” than the reality I have lived in my life’s path but what does give me pause is when someone is so much “against” the viable reality of another relative to the real personal history. Their spirit seems to be both imploding and exploding at the same time, for lack of a better metaphor.

I place the egg on a shelf (about chest-level) in a seemingly forgotten room where many other “artifacts” exist. I am aware that there is a brightly glowing ruby nearby (on a perpendicular shelf to this one) which is an aspect of my wife. There are other items that seem to represent different “species” of otherwise assumed human-like beings, such as a small burned clown mask that represents the dream dictionary reader and a miniature electric fan blowing on a candle that somehow seems to represent reckless drivers. The sadness of the “dead egg” is not that extensive, and I sense that there is a place for everything, including frequencies exactly the opposite in both polarity and direction. In a way, I am infinitely grateful I am a “rare” dream-worker, as it has seemingly put me so far ahead of “other species” (especially in meeting and marrying my beautiful dream girl or “twin flame” in the real world). It is a typical thought in this type of dream, but there is an expectation that some artifacts may change in a millennia, though people may no longer be around to see any changes.

10.20.14

Last night bed 11:30 - 7:45

Watched new episode of Walking Dead.

DR1
I'm going from room to room with someone, looking for zombies and other things and getting rid of them.

DR2
I'm at the store. Customer puts her purse in my cart and says "it's ok if I leave it here, right?" It's not, but I have no choice. Another customer does the same.

I give bunch of paper slips to cashier and we have to change it into money for the customer.

Dream - Lucid

I was going to get married to my high school boyfriend, Brett. His mom was talking to me about it; she was really excited. I kept thinking that I would rather be with Dallas, but for some reason, I agreed to marry Brett.

We were then in the building we were getting married in. It was a tower. The room we were in was very large and had tall ceilings. There was a very large, almost floor-to-ceiling window to the right. There were very few people there, only immediate family. We were up at the front, about to get married. All the sudden, we heard thunder. We went to look out the window. It was nighttime, and you could see many other towers outside the window, as if we were in a city. There was then a very large bolt of lightning. The thunder coincided with it, however, it struck a tower that was in front of us, and the thunder just...stopped. It was like it hitting the building muted it. I think it had something to do with the sound barrier. The tower that was hit started to crumble. It then started to collapse. It was hitting a tower directly beside it as well, which was making it fall too. One of the towers then started to lean towards our window! I thought for sure we were done for; this was the end. My mom started to yell
"We're gonna die! We're gonna die!"
The top of the tower then came crashing through the large window we were observing from. I noticed my brother was in the path of it, and I tackled him out of the way. The tower crashed down inside the building, crushing Brett and his family, but my mom, brother, a random guy, and I were all safe.

I then replayed this scene over again for some reason. I already knew what was going to happen the second time around. Nothing changed except for the fact that I already knew what was going to happen.

This dream was very intense and vivid. The feeling of being scared, about to die and accepting it is really powerful. As soon as I woke up, I had the urge to wake my husband up and tell him about it, but I let him sleep.

~

I was in this area that was just a lot of rooms. It's like the rooms were many room-sized stalls lined up. They didn't have a ceiling. In my room, I was getting provocative pictures taken of me by a young, blonde female photographer. I believe it was nighttime. We took a break from it, and I left my room and saw that next door, Ceejay, this girl I used to work with at Kohl's, was also getting provocative pictures taken of her. She was naked and sitting on the floor. There was a huge glob of yellow-tinted (I assumed it was used) lube sitting on a pillow next to her. She was talking to me, and I kept looking at the gross lube.

Then, this tall, sturdily built blonde woman who was supposed to be my mom, looked into my room and saw the photographer and all the equipment. She was a very conservative woman, so I knew she'd be pissed. After a few minutes, I ran into her, and she told me that she told the photographer to go home. She said other things, but I can't remember. She was stern about it. I'm sure at some point she told me not to do that, blah blah blah whatever.

So anyway, she left, and I saw my photographer walking by. I wanted to stop her and tell her to stay. I don't think I did. I then was thinking about how I didn't normally like to get my picture taken, but if it was a provocative photo, I enjoyed it.

~

Dallas and I had just gotten back from being out all day. It was my day off. I was playing some game though I don't remember much about it. I was then thinking about how I had picked up a shift at work that night. Why had I agreed to do that? I then couldn't remember what time I had agreed to. Was it 5? 6? 7? I then saw it written down on a piece of paper. I still couldn't tell if it was 5, 6, or 7. I looked at the clock and it was past 5, but I was then pretty sure it was 6. Boo that.

I then was in this hospital room with Dallas. It was a very large hospital room with many beds lined up. The lights were half off and no one was in the room but us. I walked down to the 4th bed down and started telling Dallas about how I was in that bed one night when I was having very bad stomach pains. The doctors checked me out and I was fine, so they sent me home. I "remembered" a guy being in the bed to my right.

I then was at the bakery with Dallas. I wasn't on the clock; I was honestly hoping that they would forget that I agreed to come in that night. The manager, Shannon, was there by herself. We got to talking. She was being very nice to me. I then made a comment about her being there all the time. She then said something about me being there all the time.
"The kids would like it if you were here all the time," she said.
It made me really happy to hear her say that. I must be good at talking to the kids who come up wanting free cookies.

1.) [Non-Lucid] I was on some sort of resort or something in the snow. I found out that there were hidden spots that the resort didn't want people to know about and they stopped people from going there by telling them that they couldn't make it because of a really fast river. I found out you could make it through the river, and I met a guy who did. There was an area where he used a wing suit after flying off of the river. The view here was spectacular. There was some building that was being destroyed and we watched from above. Multiple times. I also found places where there were undiscovered animals. The animals were always really big like giraffes, but we couldn't tell what they were otherwise because they were covered in masks with our faces as the pictures. I have memories of a Joker-like character waking up in the snow in the mountains.

2.) [Non-Lucid] Marisa came over late at night and we waited for Dave to show up. My parents weren't home yet. Dave finally shows up and we all go to my room. Dave is visibly impressed when he walks into my room.
"So this is how you make a living?" He asks.
Though this is a weird question, I still answer,
"What? Are you kidding? I don't live!"
We all chuckle. He looks at my bookshelf.
"So this is the library?"
I don't respond. We then went into the game room. He didn't notice the bookshelf with all of the math texts. I feel the garage door opening. They are startled. I tell them it's fine. They wait back in my room. Dave is looking through my shirts, throwing them out of the drawer and onto my bed behind him. Mom comes upstairs and tells me that they're going to bed. Dave and Marisa somehow made it into the garage. When I went into the garage to tell them my parents are in bed, Marisa flies out of a pile of stuff in the garage and yells,
"We weren't doing anything!"
She realizes it's just me and we all laugh.

3.) [Non-Lucid] Mom and Connor were gone with the dogs for some reason. Perhaps a dog show? I am waiting for the bus in the morning, and they pull up. It's light outside for some reason. We talk briefly, though I don't remember about what. The bus still hasn't come and I remember it was about 10:00. We then drive around the neighborhood in search of the bus. There is snow outside on the streets. We can't find the bus, and I remember that one car made hand gestures at us when they passed. Then mom said I need to find a ride home on Friday. I say I don't know of any ride. I suddenly spot Allie by the round about in our neighborhood and I ask if she can give me a ride. I see Catlin off in the distance. Allie agrees to give me a ride, and seems overwhelmingly happy to do so.

4.) [Non-Lucid] We were at school. It was very dark outside and inside. I'm looking up and down D hallway for something, but I don't know what. I hear marisa talking to maybe Andrea and others about the crazy stuff she's done. I walk back through the end of D into C hallway.

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm in a pretty large dormitory and there's this really pissed off guy that keeps walking down the corridor, seems hes aiming to fight the guy behind me.
I run out to get help, I see two women on a bench with kids so I walk over and stumble a little, I ask for help, one of the woman followed me back to the dormitory.

2. [Non-Lucid]
I go look for some crisps, I found a shelf of small and big packets of crisps, I grab a big bag of Monster Munch and walk over to a table where my friends are, I open the bag and...the tutor shouts at me because class is almost over, he said I should have gotten a small packet and now they will go to waste, I'm extremely embarrassed at this point as I eat the crisps slowly and quietly as to not draw anymore attention.

Fragments:
I find this small museum filled with nostalgic items, such as old gaming magazines and demo disks.
I buy some lollipops of some sort.

1. I was inside of what seemed to be a science class in school. The teacher was an old man that was rather short and had glasses. He wore trousers and had gray hair. Below my feet I noticed that the floor was covered in a carpet. As I was sitting down in my seat I saw some people that I knew and I started talking to them. I think I was talking to Sydney and some other girls. Eventually a time came in the class where we all had to go to the back of the class. In the back of class the room looked alot more like a science class, it resembled the Lab part of the class.
I saw that there were also computers at every desk in this back section. I went over to one of the computers and sat down, but I don't remember what I did on the computer. Suddenly a guy named Max from my school comes over to me and insults me. For some reason I reply to his insult by saying, "Dude I'm from Africa" and just brush everything off. Max insults me again, and this time I tell him, "If you think you are really that tough then go ahead and fight me right now." At this point I am standing up out of my chair, angry and heated. As expected, Max backed down and decided not to fight me. He told me to calm down and then walked away back to his chair.
Suddenly the bell signifying the end of class rings and I leave class. As I walk out the door I turn and walk down a hallway and down a staircase. Once I get to the bottom of this staircase I walk to the cafeteria. Here I find my friends Patrick and Justin. As I sit down next to them at the lunch table we talk about how none of us knew that we had this lunch. I asked Patrick what lunch this was and he told me, "This is D Lunch because its 2:34 right now". Thats weird because school usually ends at 2:35 and D Lunch is actually at 12:34.
My hands were dirty and sticky for some reason so I decided to get up and go wash my hands. As I did so Justin told me, "Cory you don't need to wash your hands, I didn't wash mine and they are even dirtier!". I passed and continued walking towards a sink to wash my hands. Oddly enough I found a stand alone sink at the very right corner of the cafeteria, and there was no restroom next to it. I went up to it, dispensed some pink soap, and started washing my hands. There was also a mirror in front of the sink which I looked in at one point.
After I finish washing my hands I walk back to the table, sit down, and start eating my lunch,

2. I was outside of Patrick's house at nighttime standing out in the middle of the street. The only person with me was my dad. I remember giving something to my dad so he could fix it. After he fixed whatever it was I challenged my dad to a freestyle battle. He accepts and I start off, "Unh, yeah, Here it goes, its coming... its coming, unh there it is." And my rap ends there. As I started off a group of 3 black guys walk past me and my dad. I tell them, "Hey, I wasn't really feeling it so I know it sucked." They laugh and continue walking.
I turn around and walk over to my friend Patrick's house and as I am doing so I walk past another driveway, and the 3 black guys are standing in the driveway. They stand near a car that has alot of bright lights and start bragging about it. Once I get in Patrick's driveway, Patrick and my friend Trey are already there and Patrick opens up his car and starts jamming out. My friend Trey stands next to the passenger seat and him and I both notice how clean the interior of the car is and brag about it(wow, what a great thing to brag about). I don't know why, but I was SO proud that Patrick's interior was spotless, and I continued to brag about it.
Then, Patrick gets out of his car and loudly brags about how good of friends me, him, and Trey are and also how long we have been friends.

3. I was in a car with my dad, mom, and sister. I hadn't rode in this car before. It was a grayish/white and had an all gray interior, I was sitting in the back left seat. As we are driving, we come up to some traffic and eventually come to a complete stop. In front of us there is a middle aged man with black hair that is balding. For some reason he gets mad at a girl who is standing to the right of his car. From inside of his car he gets a pistol out and points it at the girl. My dad sees what is going on and yells at the guy, "Hey, calm down. There is no reason to kill her". The maniac guy with the gun then looks over at my dad and points the gun at him now. My dad has no reaction, its as though he doesn't even care.
Then the maniac pulls the trigger and shoots my dad in the head, my dad dies. I stay still in the back seat so the maniac won't shoot me(wow, a great idea). Instead, the maniac shoots through my dad again and through the seat to hit me. One of his bullets hit me. I unbuckle my seatbelt and duck and get as low as I can. His next bullet only grazes my head. My mom and sister sit in the seats, frozen and terrified.

1. I went to Walmart and found an instant hair cutting machine. I went over to it and I got half of my head shaved. I asked my mom if she could cut it and she said no. Afterwards we went to a restaurant.

2. There was a zombie apocalypse and then I got on a bus where my inglish teacher was. He asked me if I knew any good zombie fighters, and I replied with I don't think so.

3. Most longest, but I won't include all of it. Some stranger was over ato our house. My dad was talking to her. I went upstairs to take a shower and then heard a loud crash. I got out and looked through a wall and saw my living room. I'm not shore how I didn't become lucid in this one.

So, in my dream, I was a little girl, like I was some years ago, with braided hairs. I was on a white horse and we were in a kind of park, like Disneyland, or something that looks like it. It was winter, maybe a few days before christmas. We went to buy some toys like dolls or little cars but, at a moment, there was something written on a sign but every single word was more like waves than like real letters. So, I told myself "I can't read that, I'm certainly dreaming" then I woke up :(