dream fragment

08-29-2012 -- Fragments, nothing but fragments. I don't know what is going on with my dreams. A bunch of nights of incredible dreams of length and clarity and great storylines, and then nothing but fragments. And I can't see anything different about what I have been doing to prepare for sleep on the different nights. Oh well. I don't usually bother noting fragments, but a few of these struck me as interesting, so ...

Something in a hotel, may or may not have been working security. Big, fancy hotel. Lots of time between floors in elevator or on escalators. Stop by fancy restaurant inside. All I can remember.

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In my 2nd bedroom in the Hickory house, staring at a phone wire running about five feet between two spots on the wall. Somehow that phone wire is a train route in Railroad Tycoon (guess what I've been playing a lot over the last few days) and since the phone wire is a double line wrapped together, but only a single wire of it is being used, I am pulling the ends of the second wire free, and then attaching them to the same screws as the first wire. This gives me two train lines between the same cities, doubling the load capability, and therefore increasing the inheritance somebody is going to get from this train route. (Am also afraid I am going to electrocute myself.)

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I'm in a classroom somewhere, sitting at desks and somehow working on some sort of science project. One of the people here is Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And there are a couple of nerds presenting ideas they've come up with. Their ideas do some great theorizing about a wide range of scientific theories, but get nowhere and accomplish nothing in the real world.

Somehow I am a super genius, and take each of these ideas, and string them all together to make things that will change the world. Amazing stuff. We're building working models of things, and one of them somehow ejects something at high speed and force, and suddenly one of the nerds has a hole in his chest. I manage to convince him it is not important, and that his body will heal it without any trouble, and to just keep working.

By this time it is a big, fancy business, and not a school room, and we are just getting ready to leave for the day when we're attacked by crooks who want to steal our ideas. We're fighting for our lives, and me, Buffy, and another tough guy (probably a vampire) are easily fighting them off, but they decide to pick on one of the nerds. They shoot at him, and I try to throw myself in front of the bullet, since it won't do me much harm, but I'm too late. He's dying. I think we have to turn him to save him.

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Somehow I am at the beach, out swimming in the ocean (Atlantic, not Pacific) and I've been swimming for some time. I'm coming up on a lifeguard tower about a half a mile out, where there are some buoys stretched out to mark the limits of how far people are allowed to go, and a life guard stationed there to enforce, and rescue those who need it.

I'm not quite there, and I am getting tired, so I swim over to one of the ropes stretching out from the shore to the buoy, and just start pulling myself along it. About this time, I notice my feet touching the ground, and I'm thinking to myself, I'm a half mile out, here. No way I should be able to touch the ground. And I start thinking about the hurricanes, and suddenly realize there must be a tidal wave coming. I start hurrying for shore as quickly as I can.

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I'm in a bedroom, no idea where this one is. I am naked, and crouched by an unblocked window that is very low in the wall, so I am barely covered. The window opens out onto the street, and it is broad daylight, so this is probably not a good thing. Doesn't bother me too much, though. There's an attractive girl here who is also wearing nothing, and I am enjoying the view. A guy walks in, and he is wearing only a shirt, and an I glance down, he seems to have the lower body of a woman. That isn't right! So I take a firm look, and good, the dangly bits that should be there, are there. He takes this to mean I am coming on to him, and he seems to like it and is approaching me, so I have to quickly explain.

Somehow I seem to be watching a cartoon, except it is happening here in the room, instead of on a screen. There is a green and yellow polka-dotted blob-like creature that is trying to rob a filing cabinet in the middle of a building late at night. To see where he is going, he opens his mouth and a beam of light comes out of it. On the wall, you can see shadow outlines of a creature in his stomach (squirrel, weasel, maybe ferret) holding the flashlight. He opens one of the filing cabinets and a mermaid pops out and lands on the ground. She can't speak, and she is using her hands to cover her breasts, so she can't really do anything except glare at the strange creature. For some reason, I think it is J.K. Rowling.

Meanwhile the guy in only a shirt is trying to read my dream journal, and I am trying to stop him. I suddenly realize this is very odd, since I am usually annoyed because there aren't enough people reading my dreams on the computer, yet I don't want him reading them here in real life. He is commenting on how he doesn't want to read the dreams about the Vatican (don't think I have ever dreamed about the Vatican, not being Catholic), and is trying to find a piece of blank paper. I don't have any in my dream journal, so I think I may have to grab some from the printer.

1-My mom's ex boyfriend walks in. He hasn't seen me in forever. I go to my room some time later, and he's there giving me a hug.

2-There are 2 sticky traps beside each other, each filled with crickets.

Dream - Lucid

I was with my friend Leigh, though I don't remember where, it was somewhere weird. We were looking at these colorful patterns on the wall. We had to choose from them for something. I kept thinking they reminded me of spirographs, but they weren't spirally at all; most were, in fact, star patterns. I told Leigh the ones I liked, which included some light blue shooting stars, some circle with a rainbow on the top, and I can't remember the last one. She didn't like the first one I picked, and so she told me the ones she liked. We both liked the one with the rainbow, and I think she said she liked the last one I picked as well.

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I was in my room, and MK was there. She went into my closet to look for something, I'm not sure what, but she sounded upset about it; she said something in a whiny, sad voice. She knelt down at this old wooden toy box I have in there where I used to keep my pipe. I didn't want her to smell it, though it didn't really matter because she knows I occasionally smoke, but I rushed over and sat on the toy box anyway, and said something to her about whatever she was upset about.

I guess I must have left the closet at some point, because the next thing I knew, I was standing in my room again, and I figured out I was dreaming. I wondered if MK was still there. I went over to the closet, and before I opened it, I said I wanted Ray to be in there. I concentrated on that for a minute, then opened the closet door.
"Ray?", I said. Nothing. He wasn't there. Neither was MK.
But my closet had all these pretty dresses that weren't there before. I remember a poofy, prom-ish looking, sparkly light blue dress, and a small white halter dress with a big sparkly black belt around the waist. I really liked that one!

False awakening. I couldn't sleep, so I just decided to get up. I went to the computer, and my friend from Ireland, Ray, had messaged me on Skype.

Or had he? I thought I could see I had a couple of messages from him when I had been laying in bed, like maybe "Good morning" or something, but there wasn't really a message there. Maybe I should just go back to bed.

Laying in bed again, and I hear what sounds like a phone ringing (from the caller's end), and I rushed over to the computer. When I had went to lay down again, I had accidentally hit something to video chat with Ray. His face popped up in a thumbnail by his messages.
"Oh shit!" I said as I covered my mouth, "I accidentally video called you! I look awful!"
He didn't say anything, and I was trying to avoid looking right at the camera or his face.
"I'll be right back, I'm going to go make a cup of coffee."
I catch a glimpse of his face. The camera showed a side view of him at the computer. He was smiling. He looked kinda like another guy I know in waking life named Levi. I thought that as I walked off to go downstairs and make coffee.

When I got downstairs, I went to the Keurig carousel for some coffee. It was full; I guess my mom had gone to the store before she left for Wisconsin. I looked at all the different coffees, and noticed she had accidentally gotten decaf. It was some kind of decaf vanilla coffee I had never seen before. I looked at the other coffees. I picked one and put it in the machine.

I then looked at the refrigerator, and had a feeling I was dreaming again. I looked at some advertisement that was magnetted to the fridge, looked away, and looked back again, and the words had changed. I can't remember what they said. I kept doing that and the words kept changing. I was so amused, I was reading the new phrases aloud as they changed, kind of narrating what was going on.

I then went back upstairs and decided I needed to go fly. I walked into the bonus room and to the two big windows at the far end. The couch was still there (we got rid of it recently in waking life), so I climbed it and started to try to break the window by ramming my body into it. I was met with very realistic resistance. So I tried it again and again. I had a vague feeling of being trapped, and that it was my subconscious telling me something. I kept ramming the window until it finally gave. Parts of it broke, but the window itself tumbled to the concrete below. I watched it fall and shatter.

I then stepped outside. It was a nice, sunny day. In the dream, there was some roof there for me to stand on (not so in waking life). I started to wonder if I was really dreaming, or if this was real and I was losing my mind. I thought about people who confuse dreams with reality. So I decided to try to hover a little before I flew. I kept jumping up and down with less-than-promising results. I did know that I was dreaming, though. I didn't worry too much about all that after the initial "Holy shit I'm going to have to pay for that window and get locked up in the loony bin" moment.

I then had another false awakening. I was laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, but I knew I was dreaming immediately this time. I actually had a ton of FAs, a lot more than I can really remember other than me waking up and losing the dream again. This seems to happen to me quite often in LDs--if I have one FA, you can bet I'll probably have more.

I then was at the bottom of the stairs, trying to think of how I could properly spend this LD. I wanted to have a deep, spiritual experience, but I didn't know how to induce it. I kept thinking I had to slow my breathing down and really calm my mind, but I felt my waking body breathing, and it didn't feel like I was able to take in enough oxygen, even though I was breathing through my mouth. I tried to concentrate on getting in touch with my inner self (or "higher self", whichever you prefer), which is one of my lucid goals, one that I think will be very beneficial if I can properly implement it.

Then, I felt the buzzing of SP, and my vision turned to some hypnogogia. I then was having yet another FA in my bed.

I didn't know what to do with all this lucid time. So I decided to get down and dirty and have sex with Ray. If you want to read the explicit details,

Spoiler for explicit content:

He was then there, and we were getting naked. I kept kind of losing the dream, but kept concentrating on keeping it. I was surprised at how well this was working out. Usually, in these kinds of situations, I get too excited and wake up...it is actually something I've been working on in my LDs .

I do feel like I lost it once, but it wasn't for long enough for me to wake up. I was then on the dresser, mostly naked, and he was on top of me. For a second, I was looking at the ceiling, and it looked like a chalkboard with words written on it that kept changing. I touched it, and it felt like...well, a chalkboard. I then shifted my attention again. I noticed his pants were still on, and they started to slide down as he got on top of me. There's a mirror on my dresser, and I watched as he entered me. I kept almost losing the dream, but I never did. In fact, it was very vivid...and sexy. I finally came, and it was ridiculously good. Like...ridiculously good.

Then I finally woke up.

And all I have to say now is hot damn. Probably the best sex dream I've ever had.

CommentaryNon-LucidLucid

I didn't have great dream recall this morning. I was at my girlfriend's place and she woke up as soon as I did. While I was trying to recall and write she was dividing my attention. Throughout the night, when I would wake up, I would say very strongly and clearly into my mind, "I will be lucid tonight."

It was my second night in a row where it became apparent that the tensions between my aunt and uncle are bothering me in my unconscious. Also, a friend BD has been showing up consistently lately.

My grandparents are about to come over for dinner. My mom would rather go to their house though. We all hop into my Aunt's van. She is nervous and is biting her fingernails as she drives. I am in the backseat with either my sister or cousin. Soon, it is my sister, me, and my two cousins in the back seat. We are trying to go to sleep in the van but it is cramped (my girlfriend was taking up too much space in the bed). Interestingly, my aunt has all of these sexual bumper stickers. I think that they are extolling the virtues of orgasm, but I can't remember clearly. At one point we pull over on what resembles the street in my hometown where my high school is and my aunt was trying to get my cousin a job cleaning a house. He was not enthusiastic and my aunt reluctantly got back into the car with him. We arrive at my grandparent's house and they are glad to see us. My grandfather is especially glad to see me and takes me up to the second floor of the house (that is where the bedrooms are located in their actual house). I remember wanting to wait for everyone to go up. In the house, I feel like the ground is shifting. I feel like the house will fall over but nobody else notices. My uncle is on the couch watching television and eating some Ricotta. He's on the phone. Everyone else is at the dinner table eating. I talk to my uncle a little. He mentions to my cousin (his son) we're going to bring a lot of chicks over to our house this year. This pisses off my aunt and she starts complaining about him to everyone. (remember, they got divorced a year ago and it has messed up the family and some of my mom's relationships including my relationship with my uncle)

Other dreams that I only have a minor recollection of

Being in my town, looking for my friend MC. (also had a dream like this a few nights ago).

Having great sex with my girlfriend.

Met my girlfriend (YW), my female friend BD and some other faceless girl in the Bank of America parking lot. It was hosting a mobile supermarket. BD pointed to YW and said, "You're quite a woman."

All memory of Dream before semi lucid is forgotten

I am with my brother and we a literally in a mine-craft world I say to him to look in the distance and see nothing. I and him both turn around and I imagine a city, we then turn around again and see a very un built city, buildings are missing.. I look at my hands very carefully and shout "I DEMAND CLARITY" He is shocked. I am flying up and looking at the top of my city. I continue to fly up by myself as I want to go to space, once in space I have a loading screen there. when that passes I can see venus the moon and the sun with all ,blue colored number underneath giving me the distance of each I am traveling to venus where I can see a what looks like a very poor quality 2D screen shot of venus, suddenly a floating magazine pops up about space and venus

Which Is when I wake up.

Kinda short dream... And I don't remember much... But here it is...

I was in a house with kind of a lot of other random people... I remember it being very windy outside, and we were hiding from a huge storm that kinda seemed like an apocalypse. It was pouring rain outside and the trees were bent a lot from the powerful wind. It's possible that maybe there were tornadoes, but I never saw any. That's actually pretty much it. I don't remember much because I was only just able to type this now, and I had this dream last night.

After tossing and turning all night not being able to sleep I just gave up. This morning when I decided to try and sleep again I was more successful. Trying to fall asleep, telling myself, "I will dream, I will remember" I slipped off while looking at the light coming from my window. This light slowly fading away, then coming back and turning red as I zoom out and away from a dodge ball leaving my hand. I was in a place I wouldn't be able to recall. Never being here before I was confused as my extremely pissed dad whips another dodge ball at me. I was in a gym. Several other teenagers I've never met before all whipping dodge balls at each other before me. I blink and they were gone. The room brightens and I could feel a warm aura pulsating around me. Looking across this strange gym I find my dad with an exercise ball in his arms and sprinting straight at me. Before I can react I was drilled sent straight into the floor. Momentarily, split seconds before smashing into the concrete I am awake to my grandmother yelling my name.

At in-laws' house. Mum was having a bath in the laundry sink, while my wife and I watched TV. Small children playing on the floor. I was playing with one of them for a while, while I waited for Mum to come out of surgery. Child became upset so I handed her to my father-in-law who had just arrived home from a road trip.

So, for the past fiew days I've been dabbling in different induction methods of lucid dreaming. Last night though, after quite an unhealthy dry spell of my lucid's I told my wife to wake me up around three in the morning when she would be going to sleep. She woke me up, I had a glass of water and a little talk- and then attempted to combine the WBTB, WILD, and audio induction methods all at the same time to try to overdrive my mind into remembering to remain conscious.
And praise God it did! I became lucid in a dream of my own house. My wife and I walked into the restroom, and for the sake of my enphatuation with both her and the state of being lucid, I excitedly started explaining the mechanics of what was going on to her dream character. I told her, once we open that door- we can be anywhere, doing anything we want. It's up to you.
She simply said, "I want to go back in time. Two days.". Naturally, that sounds rediculous when you have the full arsonal of my subconscious on the loose in our current realm, but I went a long with it because of it's special meaning. Yesterday, in the day time we had gotten into the worst fight of our relationship. It was a stammering, on the edge conflict that nearly broke us appart, but we made it through with an even stronger stride. So I opened the door, and we went back in time. Before we fought. Before we said things. It was a nice dream to have, even though it completely distracted me from my dream-state studies. I would have it again if I could. After that I had a false awakening, told my wife's second dream character about the first dream, and then it got strange and unorganized. There were a scene where her and I pulled into a dead end street with a bunch of husky Charlie's Angel looking guys parked around my truck (I don't have a truck in real life). One of them came up to me and started talking shit. So I reached for my keys, closed my door and took off. I think I ran over his foot, because him and a group of his friends started riding towards me. I turned out on the main freeway, just to realize that the freeway had turned into a mall... I was driving my truck through a mall, accedently hitting people. So I skidded to a stop, and walked up to a desk where... my wife and I began to casually go about banking business. Then later after a somewhat dark period, I remember being down the street from my house at night time. It was halloween, or something like that I suspected. It was an eerie setting, things started touch me out of nowhere and taunt me so I began walking away and noticed little stuffed dolls on the ground as if someone had been chucking them towards me. Half way back to my house I noticed a group of idiot teenagers giggling about it, so I climbed up the fense about to confront them- but instead just laughed it off and went home. I had some later dreams, but nothing concrete enough to report on. Thanks for reading!

Dream - Lucid

I was somewhere with my mom. We were inside, and I remember the colors being bright tones of purple, blue, and there was some darker red in there. She was showing me how to cut things with a machete. I don't like knives or things like that, it's kind of an irrational fear I posses in waking life, and apparently in my dreams too. I wasn't really too scared though, more just worried that she would slip up and hurt me. I kept thinking that a machete blade was so sharp, it would slice at the slightest contact.

My mom was showing me some way to cut where you threw it in the air and it would come back down. When she did that, it grazed my left thumb. It didn't hurt, and I looked at my thumb and didn't notice anything immediately weird, but then I saw a slight line that went all around the pad of my thumb. I told my mom I needed to go to the hospital right away. I touched the cut part of my thumb, and it was barely attached. It then started to ooze some blood out the sides of the cut. Then I noticed the pain. I held the piece of my thumb to the rest of it, worried it would fall off and I wouldn't be able to save it. I knew there was a time limit on reattaching digits and limbs, and I wasn't about to let that piece of my thumb go.

We were then at the hospital, which had the same color scheme as wherever we were before, and we went up to the counter. I was holding my thumb, and telling the ER nurse that we needed to get in quick. I hoped she thought it was enough of an emergency to send us back right away.

Thankfully, she did. We were sent back, and my mom told me that they would put this clear gel stuff around the cut that would "dissolve part of the nerve". I thought they were going to kill my thumb, but I think it was designed to seal the wound quickly, kinda like a heavy-duty liquid band-aid.

I sat down, and a man with messy brown hair that was a bit shorter than mine and a mustache sat across from me and started to doctor my thumb. I couldn't watch as he lined the cut with the gel. My mom was sitting to my right getting the same thing done by a woman doctor I think. She didn't have a cut though, so I wasn't sure why she was doing it. Oh well.

When the doctors were done, we got up. My mom showed me the veins in her wrist, and how the medicine was causing some of them to look a white-ish clear color. I then put my wrist out and noticed the same thing. Apparently, that was a normal reaction to the medicine.

I looked at my thumb, and it looked like it was healing well enough. No blood, and I could barely see the cut anymore. Then, I saw my cat underneath a kitchen table and some chairs, and she was messing with something that apparently was supposed to be my thumb, but looked nothing like it. It was this small white thing, maybe it was the cat's paw or something. At any rate, part of it came off, and some string thing extended from it, like that's what was holding it together. I then saw that the pad of my thumb has fallen off, leaving an indention where it had been before. Well crap, that sucks. I accepted it, however, since there really wasn't anything else I could do about it. I examined the thumb, and it looked like someone had just scooped a bit from the middle. It still had the lines and creases of a fingerprint. I felt alright about it, I knew it was something I just had to get used to.

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I was in my room, and my mom came in and started to look through my stuff since the people painting our house had to do something in my room (IWL we are having the house painted). I went into my closet and watched her do it, hoping she wouldn't get into my top dresser drawer where my pipe was. She then headed over there and asked something about the dresser. My POV then switched to me being behind the dresser. She started to open the drawer, and I ran out and shut it, saying
"You don't want to look in there. Please don't look in there."
She didn't argue or anything, she just opened another drawer instead.

Then, I remember walking out of Peck Hall, a building at my old college, and I was with some other people, my friend JT being one of them. He had his arm around me. In front of me, I saw the back of a girl in a cute black sun dress with grayish flowers on it. She was wearing a headband in her straight blonde hair. It looked just like my good friend Kacey, whom in waking life moved away to another town last year. I asked JT if it was Kacey, and he said no. I knew it couldn't have been anyway. We kept walking.

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I remember a brief fragment about Gabriel texting me saying he was busy or something.

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I was in my room again, looking at some painting that The Sandman apparently did, of an Indian girl getting fucked by a white dude on my bed by the closet...I could hear him explaining it to me. It wasn't his original plan to paint that, he had just started to paint a hand on the closet door, and he was inspired to paint two people fucking. Lolwut.

Then, there was some weird black contraption in my room. It was a dolly that the painters were using to carry packages or heavy loads, but at first I thought it was a weird sex toy. I touched something that protruded from the center, which I assumed was used for, well, sexual purposes. Hmm...interesting. I then saw the wheels and realized what it really was.

I then saw this guy laying on the floor next to this girl I had some classes with in waking life named Natalie. At least I think it was her. Anyway, she was giving this guy shot after shot in the leg, right where it bends, a little below the side of the knee. They were supposed to be steroid shots or something. Natalie was giving the shots like a professional nurse would. They were talking as she gave him the shots. I said something about my mom getting steroid shots in her shoulders for her pain. He would occasionally say it hurt, but they would keep talking.

She finally finished giving him shots. I have no idea how many he gave her; it was quite a few. I saw the part of his leg that was getting the shots was slightly swollen in the spots the needles had gone in.

I finally got to sleep last night after struggling for hours to do so. I take ambien to sleep now, and I guess I've built up a tolerance, or this batch just sucks. Either way, it's not helping me sleep right now. I had to take an allergy pill to even have any hope I would fall asleep, which I obviously finally did after sitting up half the night watching documentaries on Netflix. Hoping that a visit to the doctor will straighten out the sleeping meds problem. I do eventually need to get off the Ambien, and I will once my life slows down a bit.

I can kind of remember two dreams from last night. Well, more like fragments. In the first, I was trying to help a girl hook up a Playstation to my laptop because she needed a monitor to play it on. The second dream involved me guessing at meanings of things in a language made of colours.

I had several dreams tonight, all with similar theme of money, tickets and friends.

I am standing on some big London bridge over a river. It must be maybe 300m wide. There are many tourists there around all looking one way. Then they started shouting and sort of panicking. I ask them what happened as I dont see anything strange going on. They tell me that there was a big building on the river (I suppose on some small island) and they report that it just sinked in one second. I look around, trying to remember the scenery and where the building was and looked like.

I am trying to sort out a situation where I have paid some trip for me, JH and someone his friend in advance. It all cost me something over £3200. Somehow I worked out that they need to give me £792 each plus some more for some other expenses. However, they didnt go on the trip for some reason and now I am little puzzled how to ask them for the money. But I paid in advance, as we were supposed to go. So I do ask them and there is a big fuss about it.

I am standing outside JH house and there is him and his father. For some reason I have his toothbrush in my pocket. We talk about brushing teeth and his fathers says that he can land me his leather belt (to brush my teeth with???). I am thinking how will I give the toothbrush back without JH noticing.

There is more, but I am struggling to remember and string it together

My daughter prompted this fragment.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m dreaming about the Lizards of National Geographic, aprogram prompted by my daughter’s interest in reptiles. The visuals cyclethrough several creatures form the book though all are on television. They’repretty cool.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I have had a lot of dreams about chat lately. fOrceez also appears in a few of them. Weird.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m dreaming about the DreamViews chat and I am responsiblefor setting the channel modes. I’m used to the bots doing it but I really wantto take a turn and have a little fun with it. First I change the mode to+funsta but it isn’t what I expected so I change the mode to +42, a littleHitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy joke. I see that fOrceez is in the channel andI change the mode for him to +StepOnTheGas which seems appropriate for him andhis upbeat nature.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I remember two dreams from last night. They both were pretty short and fragmented.

In the first one, i pulled up in my drive way at home. As i was getting out of my car, my parents were going in the house too. My parents told me not to go to this park that she knows i like to chill at. They said that some people had recently got arrested out there and they were caught with guns and drugs. It threw me off, but not enough to become lucid. Unfortunately -_-.

Then there was another one where i was driving down the busiest street in my home town. I stopped at McDonalds to eat and when i came in i saw my homies cousins eating there. I sat down and started to eat with them, and the dream started to fade..