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    1. Plateau of my Consciousness

      by , Yesterday at 06:47 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      Two dreams.

      I was in a very large group home for people my age. I wasn't sure what it was for, but it was massive and all on one level. The floorplan was like this: there was a center, wide hallway that was more like a living/lounge space full of couches and coffee tables. On either side, on the other side of a wall, a large extensive bathrooms/locker rooms stretched parallel. The right side was for guys and the left for ladies. (bath/locker rooms are a really common dream sign).

      I had a pet garter snake who had wiggled its way from my hands and escaped. I was running around frantically, crawling on my hands and knees, peering under furniture, sticking my head into the bathrooms, but I lost all track of my pet. I was about to give up as the dream ended.

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      The beginning of this one is a bit fuzzy. I remember walking down a dirt road or path surrounded by tall trees and deep green ivy. I walked with one or two other people, female. There was some sense of an apparition that floated above a wooden sign covered in vines. It was almost like just as I looked to focus on it, the ghost vanished entirely. I turned and began running off the road and into the woods. I soon came out on the other side to see a white, two story house and garage sitting on a wide and perfectly flat plateau. No lights were on and it seemed vacant. The sparse grass held an orange-ish glow that seemed to mirror the fiery sun setting in the sky. I walked out onto the plateau and was awe struck by the scene in front of me. The plateau gave way to a sheer cliff that dropped down into a deep and lush valley. The valley stretched for miles before extending up into a mountain range that cut through the horizon.

      I was on the verge of lucidity, I could feel it. I was so captivated. My thoughts sped up. I began questioning everything I was experiencing. The dream ended before I could get much further. I feel if it had lasted longer, I would have broken into lucidity easily.
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    2. Train Tracks

      by , 01-18-2019 at 02:51 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      A few snippets of last night's dreamage:

      I found work creating custom motorcycles from the ground up. It paid really well, was hard but satisfying work, and the business was really taking off.

      I dreamed about being in a cafeteria full of people I knew. I had loaded my tray up with food from the buffet style islands and found a set.

      I can't remember what I was doing, but I realized I had forgotten something. Or maybe I had just realized that if I had something in particular, it would make whatever it was I was doing so much better. Carrying my backpack and winter coat, I bolted from the building and ran down the street. I cross railroad tracks just as the crossing gate began closing and the bells started chiming, warning of an impending train on its way. I dodged the gate as it came down right next to my head and glanced down the tracks, seeing a moving train unnervingly close. On the other side, I dropped my coat and bag onto the ground and kept running. I looked back, wondering, worrying if I should have kept these items that I thought were slowing me down.


      The translation for the Train Tracks dream is really clear to me. The past two nights I've asked myself a question and have gotten translatable answers from my dreams that have made some sense. I'll keep experimenting and writing down the results.
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    3. Dusk Rider // Lockers Upon Lockers

      by , 03-21-2017 at 09:08 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed I had a light up skate board. My friend Tommy was there along with several other dream people. I was riding up and down this smooth road at dusk. Is pick up a good bit of speed before deftly maneuvering around a few small potholes and pebbles. It was getting late so I was going around telling everyone in the area goodnight, and that I was about to skate home. There were two girls digging through a pantry for something. I knew them, so I said goodnight. I remember seeing a big Tupperware tub filled with small, peeled onions.

      I then remember being in a locker room trying to find a toilet. I wandered around the vast space filled with lockers, stalls, and people changing. I kept my eyes up and made sure not to look at anything I wasn't supposed to be seeing. The toilets I found were at an unmarked coed section. I approached hesitantly, thinking how strange it was that both men and women of all ages were using these six stalls together without thinking anything was out of the ordinary. What REALLY caught me off guard was the fact that the stalls were only half there! It seemed like someone took a chainsaw and very neatly cut off the entire top half of the stalls, leaving them only waist high.

      I went with the flow. I took a leak and left.
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    4. Robin Williams -- Swimming in the Lake

      by , 02-07-2017 at 07:04 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of being coached through life by Robin Williams. I dreamed he and I sat in a dark room lit by only one ceiling light. We talked like we were good friends; he imparted his vast wisdom to me bit by bit. I felt like I knew him on a deeper level and that we understood each other.

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      I dreamed I jumped off the dock at camp and was swimming in the lake. I couldn't touch the bottom and the water was unclear, but calm and cool. I was swimming with someone else but I can't remember who. Possibly Scott. A camper (girl) tossed a ball of some sort in the lake near me. The ball was off white with dimples like a golf ball, but it floated. It was about the size of a grapefruit and had a hole on one end. I swam over to grab it but woke up.

      I can't say I've ever really paid much attention to Robin Williams before so I have no idea what that's about.
      The symbolism behind jumping in the lake is interesting, however. The lake would probably symbolize emotion. The water was still and undisturbed until I jumped in. It was the typical greenish water you couldn't see too far in.
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    5. Pillows for Sails

      by , 02-04-2017 at 06:05 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of being at a dinner table. Familiar people were sitting around me, but we weren't having dinner. We were just finishing up being briefed on a big game we were about to help lead and play in. There were lots of kids waiting to jump in and play. We were going to use these tennis courts on a hill.

      We were about to start the game, but I was slightly unprepared; I didn't have any shoes! I knew I could do it without shoes, but for the sake of my own enjoyment, I got up and quickly started running down the main road in town to find my car where I left my shoes.

      I had a pillow from my couch in my hand for some reason. As I ran, it caught the wind like a full sized sail. I held the pillow in front of me at different angles until I found the best one. I flew down the road, up onto the side of a middle school building and across the front railing. I managed to stop myself to peek inside. A young boy came out and his father quickly followed. I asked if this building was no longer being used as a laundromat. The man gave me a strange look and told me no. Not for a very long time.

      The wind started picking up, and I said "Catch me if you can!" I slid on my feet down the railing and flew on down the street once more.

      I came across a different laundromat and saw someone I was looking for inside. Chris had just put his laundry in and sat down with a small group of other college kids to start class in the middle of the laundromat. I literally make a grand entrance. Without stopping, I burst into the room and slide Casanova style into an empty space between two people sitting down. Chris takes one look at me and asks what drugs I'm on. I could feel the eyes of every student there on me mercilessly. I shrugged it off. "None right now." I said. It seemed like class hasn't started yet, so I took that chance to ask Chris a question. I woke up.

      Updated 02-04-2017 at 06:11 AM by 10146

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    6. Essential High School Reunion

      by , 02-04-2017 at 06:03 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of going back to Dover for some reason. I was with some friends I currently have now. I think R was there for sure. We had our own intentions, but those were quickly halted when lots of people I used to know began appearing in the halls as we walked through.

      I ended up having a very small reunion with each of them. It seemed a lot like the Camp Christmas party, where you literally greet every single guest with equal amounts of enthusiasm and joy. I meant it with these guys, though. The one person that stood out from the crowd to me was Mike Thornton. I hadn't seen him in years. At first we both looked at each other in disbelief, but that soon erupted into a bear hug.

      I kept apologizing to R for taking up our time to see all these people I haven't seen in so long. We eventually made our way out of that area and on down the hall. I can't remember what we were doing now but it seemed business related.

      I also remember something involving skateboarding, but no other details can be recalled.

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      There's also a very foggy and unclear bit of dream I remember. I don't know if I was lucid or not, but I remember feeling as if everything was my creation. Like I was in a sealed off world inside my head. Time seemed to go by slower than usual dreams. I felt like I was engulfed in my element. I was so at ease and felt so in control (or so at ease I felt no need to have any kind of control) of whatever situation was going on around me.
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    7. Walkie Talkies

      by , 11-14-2016 at 12:40 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of you again last night. It had been a while since the last dream of mine you inhabited. I'd nearly forgotten about you. Well, not forgotten entirely. I had just put you on the back shelf and turned off the light. I had gotten used to you not being on my mind anymore. Which may have been for the best, because it seems all you bring me is pain and frustration. At least, after my dreams fade and I wake up.

      This dream was a little different from the others, but not much. I remember we both had walkie talkies. We took turns talking and saying what was on our minds. I soon found I couldn't hold back anymore. The dam I'd built couldn't hold the weight of the water I was holding back. In a flurry of verbalized, raw emotion, I let it out. I held down the button on the walkie talkie and told you everything. How I felt my life was falling apart. How I felt alone. And how I loved you so incredibly much. How I cared about you, and worried about you, and felt so disconnected from you. And how it all felt so hopeless.

      And finally when I was done, I let my finger off the button. There was nothing but silence and static.

      And then I heard you crying softly through the radio. My relief was overshadowed by what I knew you were going through. Or rather, what I could only guess. I wanted nothing more than to be with you. I begged and begged and begged whatever higher power that could've existed right then and there.

      And suddenly you were before me, lying on a bed. Tightly curled into a ball of surrender, quietly crying. I lied down next to you and hugged you tightly. I felt your frail body, and your cool yet warm skin. For the first time ever, I cuddled you. I held you as close as our bodies let us.

      The dream faded, but the memory and the loneliness remain.
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    8. Vacancy

      by , 09-08-2016 at 04:38 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of looking at a map of a section of a town about the size of the town i grew up in. I recognized how some parts contained different groups of people and why. How they had a little bit of racism within them and how they segregated themselves. There was a long stretch of road running alongside a river that cut through the town. And a nearby mall or walmart or something I recognized that as a very white neighborhood. Possibly very trashy and racist.

      I woke, but fell back asleep later.

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      I dreamed of driving a van down a street in a neighborhood of houses being worked on. I believe it was the neighborhood I saw on the map. I was masturbating while I drove. The few people I saw were going in and out of their houses, working on them. I stopped in front of a vacant house with the door open. I walked inside. I observed the dimly lit, empty rooms and the scattered paint tools, and patchy walls. I walked out and found a nearby bike. Yellow with curved handlebars. I continued down the street on that. I didn't see many people. The ones I did see were busy working on their house.

      But a man walked into the middle of the road, about 30 feet ahead of me. He stood right in my path and watched me. I instantly didn't trust him. I slowed to a stop as I neared and he immediately greeted me. He told me to follow him as he walked down the road to my left. I did. We walked through an aluminum gate and started passing signs advertising a street festival. There were rows and rows of merchant tents and food carts, all with brightly colored toys and items. However, the streets were empty. I thought to myself, Maybe they would have had more success if they actually marketed this to the entire town. I don't remember seeing any posters or flyers.

      He began speaking but I can't remember what he said. He casually walked over to a stand, took out a necklace of plastic flowers, (a lei is the traditional Hawaiian name) and put it over my head. It caught on my bun, but he quickly figured that out and fixed it. I vaguely remember some of the other residences wearing these. The man had also been wearing one. I don't remember too much after that.

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      I dreamed of being a fair. The sun was setting and creating such a beautiful scene, silhouetting the ferriswheel and creating the illusion of burning golden mountains with the shape of the clouds just over the horizon. I watched this happen and soon noticed people scrambling with their cameras, running in front of me to get a better view and grab the picture. I had thought about my camera but quickly dismissed it. I was perfectly fine enjoying the moment.

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      I dreamed of being on a very large snowy mountain. I vaguely remember thinking something along the lines of "What if I lost a cat up here?" It was as if my vision was on a drone moving up and to the right. I saw everything from its perspective. I became smaller and smaller as I started seeing the landscape around me, beyond immense. Everything was snow, steep rock, pine trees. The landscape changed and shifted as I saw more and more. I finally got to the summit after a minute of flying upward.

      I thought about how I would try to find the cat. How I would hike as far as I could for days and days. Calling its name. Trying to avoid the attention of animals like bears or mountain lions. I thought of how futile it would feel, but the reward of finally finding and saving him. And then I thought, What if he just went right back up the mountain? That would make a good children's book. If they want to leave, let them leave and accept it, sort of thing.
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    9. Know It All Boy

      by , 08-22-2016 at 03:11 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      In my dream last night, I knew everything. It was as if I had been given all the details of the dream, like the layout of all the houses, the people and their personalities, the backstory, my history with this world and relationships with it all. I knew it all before the dream even started. It made my actions and thoughts more expectant and judgmental as opposed to if I were observing it all for the first time. Even though this was the first time, my prior knowledge changed how I would've reacted.

      Things I remember in particular, was a boy who lived in a house near a gas station with really old pumps. The house had previously belonged to an old friend. Tanner, I think. I knew the layout of all the rooms on every floor. I was invited in to hang out. I wanted to tell him I knew about all this but the words never made it to my mouth. I knew about his little sister upstairs, probably 4 years old. I knew about his mom in the kitchen, 60ish years old. But I didn't really know much about him for some reason. He was maybe 10-12 or so. Being that he was the only unknown part of the dream. I naturally wanted to know more. Mainly because what else was I going to do?

      I remember his mother coming in the room and talking with me. I didn't really want anything to do with her. She didn't seem like she could let us advance in any way, but I didn't vocalize this and she didn't leave on her own. The dream ended shortly after that.
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    10. Running Up That Hill / Baby's First Faceplant

      by , 08-22-2016 at 03:07 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of running. I was running from a point in Strasburg to somewhere in Dover. I had made it a good distance already but I had a massive hill coming up ahead of me. I didn't hesitate. I trucked up the sidewalk. It felt like the hill lasted forever. And that gravity had gotten heavier. I was on my hands and knees, still crawling trough my sore muscles. There was a tree with very low lying branches, thick with leaves, almost blocking the sidewalk. I crawled underneath and through the obstacle.

      I finally managed to shuffle my way to the top. I shakily stood up and looked back on the hill I conquered. It felt right. Exhausted, I walked into a building to my right. A police officer pulled up. They wee friendly. They asked where I came from, what I'm doing. I told them I was on a run. A guy in a white lab coat came in, and the two of them handed me a paper and asked me to fill it out. It had a whole bunch of random yes/no questions on it. However, they wouldn't tell me what it was for.

      I vaguely remember filling it out before. I recognized it as a psychiatric test. "It's just to be sure. Just protocol." They said. I scribbled down my answers quickly ad gave it back to them. And then I left and continued on my run.
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      I dreamed of being at a beach side town. I remember being in a local business, a really busy restaurant/pizza shop hybrid. Some young local workers were screwing up orders and getting yelled at by the white, rich owner. I walked out.

      I was at the beach; it was rather crowded. There was a flat plateau of sand, a sharp decline and then a thin shoreline with waves crashing in. Most of the people were sitting on the plateau. I watched a 2 year old girl and her aunt down on the shoreline. The girl ran towards the waves but tripped over her own feet and faceplanted. I laughed so hard and ran to my friend to tell him what happened. I must've been standing by the girls mother when it happened. Before I could get to my friend, the two year old girl appeared next to me, looked up at me with sad, teary eyes and said, "My mom told me to tell you to apologize."

      I knelt down and whole heartedly said, "I am so sorry. That was so rude of me to laugh at you like that. I shouldn't have done that." And I hugged her. She still had the teary eyed expression on her face when I let go. She turned around and walked back to her mother.
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    11. Dancing Forest of Tornadoes

      by , 06-10-2016 at 02:12 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of being in a college dorm room on the first floor of a big building. The sky outside had gotten very dark and menacing. I pushed my face up against the large glass windows that spanned the entire left side of my room and tried to see what was happening directly above.

      A massive funnel of clouds churned and rotated very quickly. My heart sank in my chest. The spinning clouds quickly began extending down towards the ground. I grabbed the closest thing to me that could record video, my phone. I caught the massive tube of clouds just as it connected with the dirt about 70 yards away. For its size, it was dangerously close. The tornado started carving into the ground and making its way straight for the building. I crouched between a love seat and a couch and covered my neck and head.

      I waited for a minute or so and stood back up. The tornado had disappeared but another one, this time smaller but just as violent, touched down only 20 feet from the glass window. It shredded the ground and moved towards me. It took a sharp turn and ran parallel with the building, ripping up the top layer of soil as it moved. I pressed my face to the cool glass windows to watch. It had opened or broken a window on one of the upper floors; the twister began filling with papers and books. It shifted again and came back in my direction. It tried moving into the building, but wasn't strong enough. The tornado dissipated.

      I searched my messy room for my camera. I found it and frantically attached the shotgun microphone to the top. I flipped through the menu settings to set the audio level perfectly. As soon as I got back to the window, two more twisters were already shredding the ground right in front of me. I hit record.

      The twisters began spiraling each other. When I was expecting them to morph into one huge tornado, they did the opposite. They started spawning small tendrils of spinning clouds. Soon there became so many small tubes it seemed like a small forest of dark grey branches were swirling and dancing, weaving around each other in a such a violent and beautiful way. I was scared. But I was so fascinated and intrigued that my fear could do nothing to stop me from watching.

      The spiraling clouds faded and fell apart into a calm mist that layed heavy outside my window. I heard a faint siren but I couldn't tell where it was coming from. I paused and listened for a moment and discovered it was coming from inside the building. I opened my door to see the hallways flooded with sleepy, shuffling college students, arms full with bags. Their snide and annoyed expressions led me to believe there wasn't anything wrong. I guess we were evacuating.

      I rushed to grab the things I needed and threw them into a duffel bag. I packed up my baby's things; he was in a car seat/carrier sitting on top of my bed. I hurried out into the hall of zombies with attitudes.

      When I woke, I was confused. The dream seemed so vivid and felt so real I hadn't expected to wake up at all. At first I didn't know where I was or why I was here. I just lay in my bed with nothing but questions.

      Bed? I was sleeping? Oh! It was a dream!
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    12. The Sealed, Sick, and Dying

      by , 05-30-2016 at 03:32 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of a really old, rundown and boarded up house sitting on a very green yard of grass. Its black paint had mostly peeled off and looked like it was leaning. It sat right in front of a rather busy street; probably an eyesore for the community.

      My friend and I walked through the yard. He told me how this building, years ago, was used to house the sick and dying. But because of mold and rot, the building was abandoned and sealed so hastily that the dead bodies were left inside.

      My perspective changed. I was looking out the filthy second floor window at my friend and I walking through the yard and talking. I was seeing from the perspective of a woman who was sealed up in the house. She had been trapped in her room for years. Her skin was almost as white as paper, her eyes entirely black and beady. She was anorexically thin. And she watched us walk by.
      She lost her nerve and began frantically tugging and pulling at the bars over the window. She pulled so hard that the entire frame ripped from the wall. The walls had decomposed so much, it was like tearing a rotting sponge. She fell backward and landed on her rear, but managed to find the energy to stand back up.

      I looked up from the yard to see this ghostly, thin figure of a woman standing in a gaping hole on the second floor of the building. There was nothing but a very thin layer of glass in between her and open air. She stared at me, an emotionless expression on her face. Without taking her eyes off me, she walked forward. The glass shattered like it wasn't even there and she plummeted to the ground, landing in a sickening thud.
      "Call an ambulance!" I shouted to my friend. I rushed over to her, but I think she was already dead. I looked up at the hole in the building, this time seeing a young girl, maybe about 7 or 8, standing where the older woman was. This girl had the same features as the woman. The same white skin, black eyes, and deathly thin figure.

      The scene changed.

      I was at the base of the house with my friend. We were standing with the little girl and a man in his mid to late 20's who had also been trapped in the house. The girl did not speak. We held cardboard boxes over them so the sun wouldn't fry them. The man hadn't used his voice in a long time; he began teaching himself to speak again. In broken sentences, he told us what it was like and how he survived. He told us how he had to eat the rats and lick the moisture off the cinderblock walls whenever it rained. But after that, all there was to do was sit. So much sitting he was driven mad. His voice creaked and cracked in hushed whispers. It reminded me of an instrument broken beyond repair. Even through all this, I was getting an incredibly uplifting and joyful vibe from both the man and the girl. They were so happy to finally be out.
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    13. River of Lava

      by , 05-28-2016 at 03:03 PM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of riding down a road that almost seemed like a highway. I believe I was in California. I was on a small motorcylcle or moped. I hadn't been on this specific road before. It wound across the edge of a canyon. At the bottom of the canyon was a town with many rivers flowing through it. I came to a police check point. They stopped me and asked why I was coming this way. I said I was location scouting; I'm a photographer. The officer noticed and looked at a white Ferrari go-cart I had hitched to my bike, but then went inside the tiny checkpoint building and began talking to someone. One of my friends appeared out of nowhere and said "OOooh look at that! Whoah! It's lava!" Bright splashed of golden and orange lava sprayed high from 50 yards down the road. I grabbed my camera gear and started running towards it.

      As I got closer, I noticed it was a wide river of lava that had cut through the road and flowed down the cliffside into water.I stood on a broken slab of road that had begun dipping into the pit of lava. It began getting steeper and steeper as I stood on it, so I quickly jumped back. I rememder ordering my friend to stay back. The lava was still eating away at the earth. The police knew what I was doing but did nothing to stop me. They just didn't really care.
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      I dreamed of being in a restaurant with family. I could feel that we were still out in California. We had just sat down when a few of them had to get up and leave to go to the restroom or something. I could sense we were all waiting for someone important to arrive. Everyone became excited when a man that looked like Morgan Freeman came and sat down at our table. I could sense there was something important about him. He began speaking to me if I wanted a glass of burboun. I was about to tell him I didn't drink, but instead I said sure.

      I ended up drinking the entire glass as quickly as he did. It didn't taste like alcohol, but really sweet and pleasant. It was a golden amber brown color, like a deep honey. This man leaned in close to say something. He told me he had something for me. He pulled out a folded piece of paper with lots of handwritten text on it. He hands it to me and tells me it's a secret message specifically meant for me and that I should decode it.
      I remember having a false awakening and wondering what that message could have been. I thought about it more and more and then I had the paper in my hand again. I was able to look at all the text again.
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      I dreamed of it being lunch time. We were not at camp but I was with a bunch of campers. Specifically Nolan, a camper of mine with anger issues. He began swearing loudly as he talked with his friends. I got up to go tell him to stop but it felt like y words were just going to be ignored. I pushed him out of his seat and onto the ground. I immediately regretted doing that and began apologizing profusely. He said he was ok and not bothered by it at all. His friends started making excuses for this, saying it was ok since we had such a close bond at camp. I didn't think that justified any of it. I kept apologizing.
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      I was playing in what looked like my childhood backyard. I was tossing a baseball back and forth with a couple kids at the other end. I was trying to hit it with a baseball bat to return it. One of the older kids walks over to me. I say hi and ask him if we actually had a road trip out to Ohio (we were in California) or if I just dreamed it up. He told me there was never any roadtrip. I was so confused, because I remember spending two months of my life on a roadtrip and back home in Ohio. I couldn't believe that my mind had just made this up like it was some sort of dream. I find it ironic I wondered all this while inside a dream.
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    14. Give Me My Papers!

      by , 02-18-2016 at 07:10 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      I dreamed of being down by the apartment mailboxes. I was frustrated with our incompetent mailman always mixing up the mail. I was looking through my keys, seeing if any of them fit in other peoples' mailboxes. I found one that worked in all of them. I started opening and searching them all, being careful not to get caught. All I wanted was my W2 so I could file my taxes! I saw other people's W2's and miscellaneous mail but I couldn't find mine.
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    15. Wild #2

      by , 11-05-2012 at 07:18 AM (Re-entry: The Atmosphere)
      This time I set my alarm for about 6 hours from the time I fell asleep. I woke up, read through some tutorials and ate a couple donuts and a glass of milk. After about 15-20 minutes I hit the sack again and made another attempt.

      This time, my lack of focus was frustrating. I couldn't hold my thoughts still to even come close. I soon gave up and fell asleep.

      Nevertheless, I'm trying again tonight.
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