dream fragment

My friends and I are walking through a college skyscraper. We're trying to find the pool for some reason. We get to the roof and there is a person who says something to us and then his hair turns into wings and he flies away. It switches to more of a movie about two brothers, seems like a comedy. Their father makes them go to the same roof, and they grab a rope hanging from a helicopter. The helicopter starts to fly off so they're left hanging by the rope, flying through the air. I was thinking "Man, that's so unrealistic. There's no way they'd be able to hold on to that." The rope breaks and one of the brothers starts to fall, but the other one tries to catch him. He starts swinging back and forth, trying to catch his (ridiculously long) ponytail.

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There's this cute girl that I did my interview with when I applied at WalMart. In the dream, we started dating but she got upset because she found furry stuff on the internet via my computer (Which is funny, because she's a furry.) All I remember is just trying to find her so we could talk it out.

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It's the end of the world, and my people are slowly starting to die off. The planet has been swept by a disease that seems incurable. We've tried every medicine that we could think of, even creating new ones in our labs. The only survivors are members of my family.

But there was one thing that we didn't try.

I don't remember how I found her, but I was amazed at what I saw. A tree in the middle of the forest, with her bark wrapped around a person as they slept. No, not sleeping. In a sort of meditative state, maybe? I just stood there and stared at her, and she spoke to me. I felt an unexplainable bond with this tree, like she was a daughter to me. She told me that the person had been inflicted with the disease and that they came to her for help. She wrapped her bark around them and helped them, curing them of the disease.

I went to my family, telling them of my discovery. My grandmother was very interested in the tree, as well as some other members of my family that I didn't really know that well. My daughter, however, was getting upset with how much time I spent with the tree.

Skip forward a bit; my daughter caught the disease. I told her to go to the tree to cure herself, but she wouldn't listen. I continued to beg her, but one day, she was gone.

Help me, father.

I'm in a space station. A voice echoes through my head and I run as fast as I can, trying to keep myself from crying so that I can see.

Help me.

I'm running through the aisles of what looks like a supermarket, looking for my daughter. Suddenly, I realize that the voice in my head isn't my daughter's. It's the tree's. I continue to run, looking for my daughter. She comes first. I didn't want her to think that I loved the tree more.

I find my daughter leaning against the ends of one of the aisles, maybe crying. She's sick. Really sick. I hug her and tell her that I love her, and that everything will be okay.

I find the tree. She is in the space station, replanted here. She doesn't seem to mind, but then why was she calling for help?

No, she didn't need help. She was leading me to my daughter.

I convince my daughter to let the tree help her. She refuses to let the tree wrap the bark around her, but she just sleeps while leaning against her. I think it works. I think she's been cured.

(This dream, although there was a dream between it and when I woke up, and although I'm posting this about an hour after I woke up, still hurts my heart. I won't be forgetting this feeling anytime soon. Is this the feeling of fear a father gets when he thinks he's going to lose his daughter? If so, I pray for all of the fathers out there who have felt this way.)

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My friends and I are playing a racing game, something about fire and how someone was drinking alcohol so they exploded or something.

Some more Katie fragments, and some mom fragments.

Side Notes: I didn't sleep well last night, so my recall is spotty at best. I think the reason I'm dreamign about Katie so much lately is because I'm constantly paranoid about her throwing me under the bus. She does that, especially if she gets in trouble for something. The first, and only thing she knows how to do when she gets yelled at, is to reach into her mind for the first person she can blow the whistle on, regardless if what she says is true or not. Rather than own up to her own mistakes, she tries to dilute the guilt by incriminating others. WHAT A SWELL GAL!!!

The dreams about my mother lately are all arguments. We almost never bicker about crap, and the dream arguments usually lead to lucidity. I'm guessing this is my subconscious being desperate to get lucid again. /therapy

• Noelle and i are at a movie theater. We had just finished watching one movie and another is about to start. This one stars NPH and another actor I like, but ends up being really bad.
• a book of drawings
• a bunch of people dancing to that "ah skeet skeet" song in a line dance format

4-6-12

Okay, so I stay up until 5 o'clock in the morning chatting because it's Good Friday and I can sleep in.
I set my alarm to ten, planning to wake up to it, re-set it for eleven, and try to have a MILD.
It worked... for the first half. I dreamed something about being at my Church's old location, but I only remember one clip from near the end: standing facing west in the foyer and wondering who a certain black-haired little girl was. She almost looked anime-ish, but... nah. To realistic, not big enough eyes. :/
Anyways, I woke up at ten and tried to cause a MILD by repeatedly telling myself (mentally) that when I fell asleep and dreamed I would walk up to the girl and ask her what her name was.
Fail.
Nothing.
Well, you can't win them all, I guess.

What I remember from my dream is only a few of the more exciting parts making the over all plot confusing but here goes

I'm on this ship with this grown guy in his 30s or 40s and water is coming from the ocean in giant funnels pulling people over board and lifting them in the air etc. It's all dark and gloom and I want to get off the Ship since we are already docked but the guy I'm with needs me to help him save these little girls who are trapped on the ship. We get to one but from some unknown reason the second id locked in a cage and the key is below deck. We tell one of the little girls to stay put and me and the guy goes below deck ti find this bag that has the key in it. We find it but before the guy can reach it a huge funnel of water comes from above crashing there the deck. Debris knocks me backward and I see the water come down on the guy entering his mouth. He drowning and falls over dead. The water the water moves back up and reveals the little girl we had previously saved standing were the hole in the deck is. She raises her hands and the water moves with her. She gives a very evil and smile and I say "I'S YOU!!"

I ditch the ship and go to shore. I look back and see it completely engulfed in water. The city beside the ship that I'm now in begins to also be attacked. It's night time and again all dark and gloom. I'm running about trying to get out of the city.


Next thing I know I'm in the forest and I come across a guy my age (17) who has a bow and appears to be hunting. Then he reveals to me he is about to go on a raid which he says is there only way to get what he needs to survive because him and his people are being suppressed b the local government. He says he needs food for his little sister. I go with him to help him. We get to the camp, which is huge and full of stuff and start sneaking around it.

Then my brother woke me up to eat pancakes.

I remember that I was in a very large bakery. The counter tops were covered in flour and dough, the smell was heavenly. I put on an apron and got ready to work. I washed my hands in a very old, very rusty sink. A load of cinnamon rolls were already in the oven when I started working the dough. Again, I am overwhelmed by how delicious everything smelled. I began working a large lump of dough on the table, which I generously covered in flour before I started. I formed the dough into a very large square and added a buttery cinnamon sugar mixture to it.

-dream end.

In my dream, I'm sitting at my computer in my black swivel chair, only I'm not in my house. I don't really recognize the place. Anyway I'm naked, and I get this wet, spoapy washcloth and start wiping myself down with it as if I were taking a shower without the water. About halfway thru I stop, thinking I can't make the washcloth last long enough. Also, how am I supposed to rinse off? It seems to be getting less soapy and drying out, but I hurry and finish anyway.

I didn't think I could remember any dreams this morning til I used the bathroom. Looking over at the shower, I'm like I didn't take a shower last night, but I remember, ohhhh.... dream.

Scanning groceries, carding people.

It starts out that I was going to call one of my coworkers for some reason. What happened is that when I clicked redial and wound up calling Misha Collins instead. I think I instinctively knew that it was Misha, but I might have asked who I called. Even though the conversation was short and I sounded like a bit of a fan (I wasn't sure what to say, or explain why I was calling,) he was nice about it. I kept trying to figure out how his number was on my redial, since I hadn't called or texted him before. Somehow I did have his number. I was also trying to create a blog post of the experience, but it wasn't working out. I think celebrity interaction should be counted as one of my dream signs.

The architecture and path in one scene, in order to go down, you must take the path that travels up first.

This little girl, her mom was making her a pink, felted sweater with thin, black detailing.

In the dream i dreamt i was in Rampworx Skate Park Skating a handrail that was there.

*The hand rail was where the Low ledge boxes normally are
*Right angle staircase with a drop rail.
*Back royaled the handrail fine
*Went back up and tried a top acid, Bailed because landing was cluttered with spair railings
*Moved the rails about to clear a better landing
*Noticed one of the rails at the bottom was broken. it was light blue
*the stairs were not solid but grated like in This Picture. Not sure how i was able to skate on it.
*I went to try the trick again after i bailed but someone moved the rail.
*My Brother was there. Might have been filming but not sure.
*The drop rail had a gap at the end of it i was trying (over a barrier)
*It was quite dark (Darker than normal)
*I asked a skater next to me if he wanted to skate the rail before me. let me go first.


Very fragmented, cant remember much of this dream.
Weird thing is, Rampworx posted an "Inline only night april 2012" video on the night of this dream.

Key: Non-Dream | Regular Dream | Semi-Lucid | Lucid

This dream was somewhat of a fragment, but I'll write down what I remember.

I'm in my house and I'm looking out of the window by my front door. As I look out the window I think about whether to go outside naked or not. I really want to go outside naked, but I'm scared of getting in trouble. (You know, like someone calling the cops.)

I almost decide to just open my front door and step onto my porch naked, but then I realize I have to go into my backyard. Apparently some type of natural disaster is about to happen and I have to get something from my shed. I don't won't to be naked in my backyard because then my friend, who lives in the house behind me, would see me naked. I start walking to my shed fully clothed, thinking I should get naked after I get what I need.

That's all I remember from last night, weird huh? Maybe this means I have some deep dark desire to have others see me naked. I really hope it isn't that.

I remember this one dream where I was walking down a very dark street of the neighborhood I live in when I suddenly realized "Hey, I'm in a dream. What should I do now?" Then I thought it would be cool to grow black feathered wings and fly. So then I did and flew to the sky.

Around the time, I was having a good streak of lot of lucid dreams for some reason.

I forgot to mention one of the non-lucid dream fragments from 2 nights ago: There was this guy who referred to his penis as his "butt-tooth". We had sex but it was just all wrong wrong wrong.

Last night Josh was there. Been a while. He was helping us save this one tree that had been injured. The tree would even groan like the trees from LOTR when we removed some of the dead branches. We of course left the branches that were showing green under the bark, because we knew those branches were still alive.

Then more of the usual and ridiculous Josh nonsense.

I saw the spotless cheetah again, but this time he had an accomplice. In the dream I called it a Koala Bear, but it moved as fast as the cheetah. My mom and my dad and I were out front, and the Koala went after my father. He had a Machete, he swung but he missed. The Koala grabbed the machete between it's teeth, and swung at my Father's head. It did not miss, I saw the machete go into the side of my father's head, and my heart sunk. Although he got hit, he did not die. He stood there, clueless as to what had just happened. I didn't wake up normally, the transition to the waking world was slower than normal, though it was fast enough to where I didn't feel the transition.

A long time ago, my house was shot at with an assault rifle because someone was being chased by this other guy, who was trying to break into our house to hide. (this isnt the dream part yet and everyone was ok) I think a year or two later, I had a dream about it and my family and I were on the news again. After the dream, I woke up and I saw a man in a black cloak (kinda assasins creed-like) standing in front of me across the room. (I knew I was awake at this point, since I heard my brother playing Mortal Kombat , sitting next to me.) The man's face was a cold stone-like blue and the top half was hidden by the hood of his cloak. I also felt wind and I was able to hear his ripped cape flapping. After about a minute of shock and not being able to move, I blinked and he was gone and I could move again.

I was in a rush this morning, and only caught the ending of this dream.


"I will love and tolerate the fuck out of you."

I don't know who said it or why, but I did fall asleep with ponies on the brain.