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To start off, I put these two together because... Well... They both were dodrant-lucid dreams (as in they were a little more than semi-lucid, but not quite fully lucid)

I woke up in a farm. I looked around, questioned my surroundings, thinking to myself "Ak I dreaming?" I just kinda shrugged it off a little and went into a random door that led to my bathroom(...?) And to which I noticed a slippery black sack was in my hand for some reason which to I reacted confused and *poof* I was in the farm again. At that point I was ALMOST sure I was lucid.

I tried to shapeshift into a peice of bacon (don't ask why) and ended up just kinda ejecting from my "body". I went back in and tried to shapeshift into a dragon this time and ended up just waking up right before I was done morphing to which my school alarm (6:00a.m.) went off and I literally felt like smashing my alarm at that point and cursing it out for kicking me out of such an intuitive dream.

Next day (night) I had dreamt I was in the Green Hill Zone from Sonic and I eventually ended up travelling to a giant bedroom... Only to realize that the bedroom wasn't big at all... I was actually a plush bear. I then saw a giant man about to chainsaw all the toys to which we declared war... Many lives were lost and I knew I had to go in (unfortunately I got cut a little bit but I managed to escape.) I ended up running to a salmon-colored room to which my dad came in and said "alright, son, we're leaving" To which my plush-bear self replied "okay" to which my dad walked out like it was nothing.

I then shapeshifted into myself and began to wonder if I was lucid. I then realised "how would I have just done all that unless" and I tested flying. Seeing as I was in mid-air, I knew exactly what was happening- I was dreaming, wasn't I? So I decided I wanted to head out and explore. I tried to phase through the wall and... Well... Guess I didn't beleive hard enough and I ended up just kinda pushing into it until... Well... The dream kinda pitied me and just let down the wall for me. So I headed out into the stormy weather and felt my senses fading- I was waking up. I tried my hardest to avoid dark colors as that seemed to make my dream fade. I ran up to a random house to which a woman's face- maybe 21 or 22 greeted me.

I hustled into the house to hold up a conversation about how their experience in dream world (my characters don't seem to mind me saying their in a dream as I seem to know they know they're in a dream) to which my dream faded in the first four words. I was very frustrated waking up as the dream had to stop at the worst time possible.

(This probably won't make sence as it's linked to other dreams that's gone on for lifetime/years/months/weeks/days.... but Hey! I got to start somewhere.
(With regard to lucidity... blugh, I'm not sure any more the places I go are so familiar to me I understand the people and symbols, I'm certainly semi-lucid, but don't try to control much. - This is another dream that could have been outside or inside (I sometimes go inside my body into my DNA) )

Very very long!!


My night started with slightly remembered images (before the awesome adventure)

A cave. Then cutting and pasting time lines.. this was visual, it was like errrr spiralising a pineapple into a spiral of rings and removing a ring or 2. Then I was dreaming for someone else of a blue tit, I painted it. Some jumbled stuff about Hillary, Bonds and Kate Middleton.. future. A beautiful woman with blue feathers.


Then memory in walnuts and information like onions.

The nuts/pineapple and onion were to do with storage of information in space/time... onion was layers of reality.

I woke really confused as I wasn't sure how this integrated with my current view of this then I remembered my rainbow fractal bubble of experience that makes flower of life thing and realised the onion was like that...but it was being spiralised and stretched out threw space... thus making the information tunnels that I am more familiar with.


It made the pattern like our solar system makes as it travels threw space, I had a realisation that the planets have memory awareness and are leaving trails of information too. They have archetypal memory/awareness they leave a trail behind in time/space (this is how astrology works)


At this point I also had a feeling that J (middle child) was outside reality and needed dreaming back in again.... I was feeling quite disorientated as reconsidered sleep again.



--- Then the dream,


I went straight into dream from the HH stage.. I was watching a hole in my dream/dust and just lept in.

It was like I made a whole threw my reality into space, I was falling threw space it was nice, I was also 'dual' - (I was me and my brother but both me)


I reached out a line to a passing star and hooked it to spin up from, I traversed 'space' like this (felt a bit like spiderman)


I see a track, it's glowing and fizzing like purple/pink electricity. (It's a memory/time/information line) We go to it, this time I'm both within it and without, I'm inside but watching myself out of it and then I become 3. (I melted my train down-this is an alchemy reference to something I did the night before )

I'm a triad or trinity and my awareness is now 3fold. I'm an over-soul I'm female me and male me. (This was the tangled bikes dream from this week)

We travel this tunnel into America - There are some native American elders we need to meet.

As we land I'm me and my brother who then turns into my 'boyfriend' of 5 or 6 years old. He's also me though as I'm still seeing everything from 3 places of awareness... we are lovers/siblings/whole we are one, we are magic... the sense of completeness was and is amazing.


We meet the Native Indians, they are angry call 'us' plastic shaman that male me just wants to f*ck people, my male side mishears and thinks they say 'feed' so he manifests a bag of cookies.

They walk away in disgust, we need to reach them.

Female me falls to the floor convulsing and enters a trance where over-soul me can speak threw her.
Male me runs to bring back the natives, they are reluctant but are nice people and don't want to leave female me fitting on the floor.

As they get closer Over-soul calls threw time to them, I tells them 'I CAN SHOW YOU' They recognise the voice over soul. (They are me too, this is ancestral healing stuff)

They need to meditate with us - they still don't believe us but the over-soul was familiar enough for them to agree... they are still cross at female me as I puked on them while I was fitting.

They agree to meditate, 'we' explain they need to forgive us, we are them too... they need to let go now.
I take them back in time with 'us' and we alter slightly some time lines(they are there timelines too)
We all come back together, they are less angry with us now and trust us, we say good bye.

'We' open a reality gap and go back into space... using our over-soul as an anchor we can teleport/shape/shift and dimension jump.. we're exploring.

I get a 'letter' from the Native Americans, 'We' need to go back.
When we go back there is a box of 'gifts' left for us... they are all blue and white thing, box's inside box's there is also amongst it a handwritten letter, it's from one of my mums sisters to another sister - it mentions her medication. ( Ancestors timeline dream ) We accept the gifts and take the hand written letter. They can't 'recognise' us as people don't remember now as the timeline is different ......but the people we took back 'know' that there are people alive now that wouldn't have been, we can't meet them again but the gifts are their acknowledgement.

Male & Female me are dryads now and made of flexible wood, we travel again as a unit of 'lovers archetype' and over-soul. Falling threw space and time, meeting aliens to talk too.
We come back to earth, one alien with bright orange eyes follows us watching.

He wares a dark hooded cloak and is channelling stuff too, 'We' find it odd that they are interested.

'We' rapidly lose him by anchoring up to Over soul again and teleport to a huge beautiful grassy plain we are riding in the air in an old style bus seat... it's like a roller-coaster with no rails we control it by thinking of a point to move too (this is really good fun, and we spend a long time just teleporting threw the ground and back up into the air )

After messing around we start to port into hospitals, 'we' are still dryads but invisible made of energy... we are working beside Dr's we are de-ageing cells around incisions and wounds so that they will heal faster.

I woke up as I was arranging 'meetings' with people....

Soooooo last night was just amazing Was obviously way to excited to go back to sleep!

((The back story in this dream's been going back for years.... in fact to the recurrent nightmares I had as a child. ))

#496 and #497

I've had two really short LDs the past week. One was this morning. Both of them were "IN-DREAM-WILD" (IDWILD or just DILD?) with really loud screeching sucking sounds and feeling like my body wanted to suck me back in. In both dreams I stopped and relaxed and performed the WILD standing up. In both dreams I wander around the house I am in for a few seconds before waking up or having a false awakening. It's nothing really to write in much detail but I suppose I'll count them. I am not sure why I just seem to randomly do this. Maybe I need to focus more on doing actual WILD. Regardless, I really love those crazy and bizarre lucid dream entries. WILD man totally WILD!

She's a Child: My twenty something friend is messing around with a very troubled 17 year old. Every time he brings up her name I reply with, "She's a child. Send her home to her parents. Tell her to finish high school. Tell her you're not buying her alcohol anymore. If you really do care for her prove it by trying to help her, not by taking advantage of her. She's still a child."
Needless to say, this dream was mostly the pair of us arguing.

Barbershop Beeps: I am an old man with very long and very straight white hair, which is my pride. I have a friend who looks like Magneto. We go to a barbershop to get our hair trimmed. The staff send us to separate sides of the shop. It feels like they are up to no good. To convey my suspicions to my friend by talking to him in Morse Code by verbally beeping. It is me in the barbershop chair saying, "Beep. Beep. Beeeeeep. Beep. Beep." And my friend beeps back. We continue to talk in this manner.

Cleaning Cobwebs: My apartment is full of cob webs. It is like I have been gone for a very long time. I need to clean up because someone is using my place to have a bikini waxing party. (are those real?) As I am sweeping down spider webs I find one very large spider with very long legs. It shakes its front leg at me as if admonishing me for destroying its friends' webs. I leave this spider be but sweep away the rest. If the ladies don't like the long legged spider they can take their creepy party elsewhere.

GPS: fleeting dream of being lost in the woods and my gps going crazy
(watched Blair Witch last night)

Dream One- I am in a large city standing on some sort of bridge walkway over a large and busy street surrounded by very tall sky scrapers. There is a man and a woman, dressed in very nice clothes standing in front of me talking excitedly to each other. What I can remember of the conversation they were making plans and preparing for something. I think they were my parents in the dream? I was really too busy just looking around at how huge and busy this place was to listen to the conversation. I remember everything in the city having kind of a bronze and gold tone to it with rounded edges everywhere, kind of futuristic I suppose. A guy stands behind me slightly to my right. I couldn't remember when I woke up if he was my boyfriend or Kurasawa, but I remember that he made me feel super comfortable and happy as if we'd been together forever. He steps forwards and reaches out for my hand and asks me if I would "Like to leave these two here to make there plans and go see what our rooms here are going to look like?" I take his hand and we walk into the big building to the right. The entrance to the building is absolutely stunning. There's a HUGE golden arch over the door with bronze accent lines above and below it. Inside the line that makes the top of the arch are many decorative white and grey moons that start as new in the beginning of the arch, full in the middle, and new again at the end of the arch. Inside the building are many double doors. We walk up to a set and he presses a button. The doors open to a HUGE elevator. We each walk into separate doors, but both doors are connected to the same double sized elevator. Along the back of the elevator is glass so I can watch the buildings around this one as we go up. I find myself freaking out a bit internally about the height, so I decide to stop looking out the window and distract myself. I turn to face the guy still with me, and walk in his direction. I am aware at this point that walking feels like I am wearing high heels. When I reach him, I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close. He returns the hug and absentmindedly pets my hair while telling me it will be alright, I will get used to the heights when I ride the elevator every day. When the elevator stops, it opens up right to a room. It looks like a hotel room, with two beds, two desks, and a door that leads to what I assume is a bathroom. There really isn't much to look at in the main room, so I walk on through to the bathroom. What I find instead is a closet with three toilets inside of it, and another door. I mention out loud how incredibly awkward it is to have three toilets in one room because who's going to want to use the bathroom in front of and with three other people?! The guy laughs and shrugs and says something about how he could see it being useful in a party scenario where everyone was too trashed to care. I walk through the door on the other side of the closet to find a bathroom, this one also has three toilets, but a sink and what looks to be a HUGE tub on the other end. While I stop and stand at the toilets trying to figure out why on earth a room with two beds would ever need six toilets, the guy goes straight towards the tub to check it out. I hear a lady scream, and the guy start apologizing profusely and backing away with his arm over his eyes so he can't see. Turns out there was some chick naked and soaking in the tub that we couldn't see over the rim because the tub was sooooo big and she was laying back in the water. I step in to apologize for him and ask why she's there. Turns out that the room next to the one we were in shares this bathroom, and she lives in the other room.

Dream Two- My mom calls me and wakes me up. She claims that my work was canceled because of the are's gas shortage. I think this must be total BS because my work doesn't close for much, and they'd probably expect us to walk or borrow our kids bikes My boyfriend wants to know why she's calling and I tell him, he suggests calling the employee hotline to make sure. I dial up the number and as it's going through it's typical thank you for calling spiel, I wake up.

Dream Three- It's raining and windy outside. We are living in the house I grew up in, but it's my boyfriend, my kids, and I. My mom's there too for whatever reason. Mom and I step outside to see what's going on b/c the weather seems super crazy. a HUGE gust of wind comes, literally blowing us sideways like in a cartoon. The rain gets so heavy as well that the ground is flooding enough for the wind to make waves that wash over us. some trees start falling at the neighbor's house and I am relieved that our house isn't close enough to any trees to get hit. My mom falls over in the water and the wind. I help her prop herself up against one of our cars, and then rush to the garage to find a rope to help her into the house with. I tie the rope to the garage door, and carry the other end out to mom. I tie that end around her waist, and then go back to the garage and pull her in as she tries to walk and swim back to the garage. As soon as she is inside I close the doors and think everything is ok, but then we hear some loud crashing sounds. We look outside and the power lines are being blown over. We watch as they start falling and realize that the power poles are close enough to hit the house. I start running through the house trying to tell everyone to get on the other side of the house. I can see the poles hit the house, but they don't immediately crush the places they land, instead the ceiling starts dipping and bowing. My son is arguing because he doesn't want to leave the room he is in and the game he is playing, but I manage to sound urgent enough for him to leave the room JUST as a power line presses it's way through the ceiling and opens a big hole in the house. I am so relieved that everyone survived that, that I wake up.

Bed last night at 8:35pm - 4am

DR 12:12am

I'm in wooded area, with a 2 story cabin. We are beign chased by a T-Rex. (I was playing Star wars last night, and one of the vehicles looks like T-Rex). So we were running around, trying to distract it while we escape, then tried to sneak away without him noticing.

DR before 4am

I'm in cooking competition. I have some leftover cooked turkey so I decide to make Thai Curry soup with it for the judges to eat, before the competition. I'm trying to remember all ingredients for my competition dish, so I don't have to return to pantry. Looks like my old teachers are the judges. I have only one competitor. After the event, we are all in one large kitchen. I start to clean the dishes and one of them helps and I tell her she doesn't have to. We talk and laugh a lot.

(early)

+(f) [vivid] I'm working on a computer system, the terminals are on the floor, I'm using them to enter various searches.
Something about animals (lions?). Vague things with people in buildings.

(late)

+ on 2nd floor of home, studying computer science (graphics), on the board is written something about a document/class that teaches about graphics curves/ splines, and each document (something to do with Python?) costs $10. Doorbell rings and I go down stairway to first floor, I think it may be my [deceased] mother at the door, I hear her voice? I wonder how it could be her? I get to the door and it's ToZi, he comes in I'm a bit unsure how to greet him I shake his hand. I've been looking for my graphics computer science textbook, my books are spread all over the place and I can't find them. He says that we do not need the paid documents, that we can do what we need with free Python resources(?)

+ LLM (lots of little moments) in (same?) house, first floor, it's a rental(?) we're on vacation with friends(?), getting ready to go to (the beach?), some interaction with the young boy and girl in the family. I'm thinking that my towel is still wet and that I need to get it and hang it up, I see a tall wooden drying rack with 3 solid colored (one green, one blue) towels already hanging on it.

I'm inspecting the wallboards that run along the walls at floor level. They're about 3-4 inches tall and appear wooden, I notice the grain. I'm following the line along the floor and trying to detect differences in the levels of the floor and the height of the floorboards. I finally see an uneven spot where two slightly different levels meet.

There is a bed lying on the floor, there is a mattress there and I turn it over thinking about what may be underneath it. The mattress is covered in a bright blue sheet with designs on it. I turn it over and am a bit surprised to see nothing is underneath it, it's lying right on the bare floor. There are things on the floor. One of them is a key of some short in the shape of a small rifle. It fits some thing and I realize I've finally found the key for the missing (lock?) I put it in and turn the key and it opens. I then hang the key on the object in a way that the key won't be lost again.

I'm in a convenience store and there are slices of cake nearby. One of them I think is red velvet. There are different kinds of thin, individually sliced pieces. I pick up a piece of white cake and bring it close to my face so I can read the nutritional information on the label. The piece falls out of my hand to the floor and it breaks into several pieces, falling behind a shelf/counter. I bend over to try to get to it but can't reach it. I imagine that the store owner has to deal with damaged inventory every day. At the register I'm getting change from the clerk and he's giving me lots of coins. There are 2-cents left in the change and I see that there are 1 (cent) coins left that he could give me, but he instead reaches for a blue surgical glove worth 2 cents to finish my change. I ask why can't he give me the coins instead and he says he can't.

I'm sitting at a dinner table with my (Indian) friends. There are different dishes. The mother who is working in the kitchen right behind a counter under shelves hands me a piroshki-shaped piece of soft, shaped, spiced mashed potatoes. I take a bite and think it's good. I see that she is working on the next dish which is made of small cups of brown and orange (lentils?).

Fist dream

With mother and sisters we were driving from city to our house after some shopping. I was looking at the sidewalk, trying to find someone amidst all the people, but as I was trying harder, the car speeded up to light speed.

Second dream

I was in my old school at PE lesson, with all people from my current school. There was a change - we had a new teacher, who was a really rude and quick to anger person. It was a tall, dark haired man. He shouted at everyone, when with few people we left sports hall he locked doors to it. We took a seat on a bench and waited until he'll come. Someone opened the door and escaped from him - the man went after him but we sneaked past the teacher and escaped.

Quick jot, add detail later:

1) Watching someone in bed.

2) Visiting someone with family. I was BORED.

3) Walked over the street to look at a special SatNav system I had to have for some reason. Noticed I was weraing a dressing gown as I crossed the road. In the shop I was told the system was illegal to use in this country.

4) Drugs at school.

Morning of September 18, 2016. Sunday.



I seem to be outside at a fair in an unknown location (though it may be the Bundaberg Showgrounds) though there are not that many people. It seems to be late morning. I am playing an electric guitar in an unusual way, though it does not seem to be connected to an amplifier. I seem to be sitting on the ground and crouched down, though in actuality, in order to get the perspective I maintain here, I would have to be lying on my stomach. The guitar is lying on its back, its headstock pointing southward based on the Bundaberg Showgrounds orientation. I am mostly using an unrealistically large plectrum (pick) that is a little like a banjo pick but flatter. It seems to be broken near the middle but not completely. The crack or “crease” allows it to fold over my finger at times without it being that problematic. I use it differently at different points, including possibly upside-down or backwards.

At one point, an unfamiliar female looks on. My music sounds very cohesive and interesting (though somewhat harp-like) and I am actually aware of each note in each series even though my focus and playing is based on distance between notes (such as thirds and fifths relative to the frets, which would be the case anyway if I were using a capo though which I am not) rather than a direct focus on the notes themselves. Still, the sounds seem to be very precise. (It is quite unusual to have such a clear awareness over what is being played relative to use of both hands simultaneously and with the sound seeming correct. I believe that this is the first time such clarity and precision has occurred in this way.) Nothing unexpected or unlikely happens; that is, the guitar itself seems to not be problematic in any way or have loose strings as is often the case in such dreams.

I eventually stand up and walk to another area which is mostly undefined. This unfamiliar and unknown area seems to be inside in a large featureless room even though I had not gone through a doorway.

Soon, a miniature Darth Vader who seems like a child in a costume is present. It first seems that the guitar may have been his but this soon seems to not be the case. Although I get the impression that he is a teenager of perhaps sixteen or seventeen his size and demeanor is more like that of a six-year-old and there is somewhat of a sketchy cartoon essence about him. Since he is dressed like Darth Vader I do not see his face at any point.

Soon, I hear guitar playing that sounds like rapid heavy metal riffs. A very tall chubby male (about three times the height of little Darth Vader and perhaps a foot taller than me) with curly white hair comes in. He is playing the guitar as he is walking towards us but his right hand is moving very unrealistically as he is playing, almost like he is continuously and quickly doing karate chops, though with all the tips of his fingers aligned towards himself, palm up. It looks very odd and it would not be possible to play a guitar like this in reality. He is dressed in a weird costume (almost like a woman’s ball gown in some ways) and reminds me of Melvin Belli as he appeared as the Gorgon in “Star Trek” in the “And the Children Shall Lead” episode. (Although our youngest son was Darth Vader at a “Star Wars” event at the mall and has shown an interest in playing the guitar, there does not seem to be any relevant connections here at all curiously enough.)

He starts complaining about the miniature Darth Vader (who is possibly his son though this is not certain). He claims that “Darth” had damaged the guitar by “bending its spine”. This does not really make any sense. The guitar’s “spine” is implied to be the entire length of the back of the guitar (including the neck). Even though I sense that the little Darth Vader is an obnoxious brat (who reminds me of a neighbor from when we lived in Brisbane), it also seems the Gorgon may not understand guitars all that well and as such, the guitar may not be damaged (even though I had thought it might have been me that caused the damage, though I do not actually see any damage).

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As Darth Vader and the Gorgon both relate to space flight on one level, I have included the relevant flight symbol tags. Still, sometimes I seriously wonder how my dreams come up with this weird stuff. Although the Gorgon appears as the last dream character, he does not seem to have any essence of the otherwise common preconscious personification, especially as my dream becomes much duller at this point rather than much clearer (which does not happen very often).

First Scene: Snowy Rest Area
I appear outside of a rest area off of some highways. It's not from my perspective because I can see my self standing in a snowstorm wearing winter gear next to a car. The car is of little importance and I didn't really notice too many details about it. I am to the right of the rest area building in a parking lot which is covered with snow. We are in the mountains somewhere in this dream world. Maybe we are close to one of the Dream Castles, I am not sure. I am the only person here.

A bus shows up. There are a bunch of people on the bus with a bunch of kids. They set up a bunch of tents to the right of me. Probably about 20 tents, some are for sleeping, some are just canopy tents. There is a police officer following this one kid. They come get me and we go through one of the tents together.

New Scene: Massacre
I believed I Was following some variation of the Harry Potter/game of thrones series'. Nothing at all lines up with those movies but in my dream state I believed it did.

I'm at some kind of colosseum with a big group of soldiers. We are wearing armer from the Roman times. We are all on foot running counter clockwise down this hallway. This hallway circles the stadium and our goal is to run in and attack the enemy troops. At the last second I decide I need to hold back because something seems wrong. I warn the troops but they provide wth the original plan. My entire Team got tricked. It was a massacre. The enemies lured my men into the center of the colosseum and surrounded them. The enemies were on horseback, some had little carriages full of enemy troops.

While this was all happening I snuck out and into their fighting academy. They were sparring and practicing their attack strategies. Some how I snuck past them and got out alive.

New Scene: “Jimmy makes a deal”
In another scene my step brother Jimmy was on the run in these snowy mountains. There were big torches lit on fire all over the place giving off a red glow over Jimmy's face. He had a beard and looked much more rugged than usual.
He was making a deal with the devil.

New Scene: “Water Theatre”
I'm in what looks like a giant lake. I'm very far away from land but there is this big floating amputheatre. When looking from up above it looks like a horseshoe shape. The opened side leads to the open waters but in order to get out of the theatre one has to swim and leap out of the water and over a small wall.

I'm outside the theatre looking in and these massive mermaids start leaping out of the theatre into the open waters. They look so realistic and absolutely majestic. Right in front of me, Sanza stark as a mermaid jumps out of the water and performs a glorious swan dive back into the water. It was absolutely fantastic to watch.

New Scene: Moved to Nantucket

I'm very excited to have recently moved to Nantucket. This dream version of the island is very different than the real Nantucket. It's a village built on the water, there's really no land it's all just wooden structures connected to each other with wooden bridges and held up by wooden posts that are buried deep in the water.

I arrive in the village and these two men seemed to have gotten the impression that I owed them something. There were trying to get me to pay them back, they threatened me and I quickly put them in their place.

I walk over to the the village school. I walk upstairs and there is a classroom on he right side about halfway up the stairs. I like my head in hear singing. I go inside and sit down with Bill Belichick's son. He's reading a piece of vocal music. I join in, it's an arrangement from chamber singers. He tells me that he's prepping for when he has to hold a baby while singing. He wanted to learn to sing more gently so he won't hurt the baby while he's singing.

I leave the school and bump into Davis. He tells me to meet over at his place for coffee between 4:00 and 6:00. I ask if he means am or pm and he laughs and says “pm”.

I wake up

Trauma on the bus
I start my dream from my own perspective not from some out of body perspective. I'm on a bus getting ready to go somewhere but looking back, I'm not really sure where. Although my dream self considers this a bus it's really more or a train.

No one is buckled, the buckles aren't even connected to the seats. Instead this “bus” has these blue little straps hanging from the walls. The buckles aren't that of a conventional seat belt either. They are a buckle I've never seen before, perhaps a strap designed by my subconscious, they don't look very safe.

We are moving at this point and I'm facing the traffic behind us. This strange bus appears to be driving sideways but I'm not really taking much note of this and don't seem alarmed in the slightest.

We get a message over the intercom to prepare for impact. There's going to be an accident. At first it's puny, barely an accident at all. Everyone starts cheering! We survived and really dodged a bulletin there.
Then we get a message again, that we are about to be in a much bigger accident. We start free falling down this extrememely steep hill. Out the window I can see that we are flying past cars. I run over to one of those straps and it doesn't fit around me, so I wrap it up in my hand and then sit in my seat. My back is pinned up against the seat. If we hit something going this fast I'm done.

People start calling their loved ones.

I grab my phone to call and say “call Ann Boon”, my phone responds “calling Ann Boon”. My mom answers the phone normally and I quickly tell her I'm about to die. I say good bye. She calmly asks me why, the whole time I can tell she's struggling to stay calm.

We start smashing through things, but we aren't getting hurt. It's very loud. My mom still on the line is doing a fantastic job keeping her cool.

We come to a halt…

We all look around waiting for another message over the intercom, but there is nothing.

We survived!!

I'm in my seat, everyone is so happy we survived. I look up at the ceiling and this long plasma TV starts playing a video. Its a thumbnail photo of every U.S. president that ever lived. We are notified that all of them are here to shake our hands.

I wake up

Dreamed of Roman from Regularcarreviews singing something while I moved through a warehouse of some sort then I saw a man with a refrigerator on a stair. I looked inside and there was expired food in the freezer; I was making notes of what to throw out. I then opened the fridge portion and closed it quickly because it stank so much.