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Surprised how much I managed to write down in the morning.. I typed it out on my phone before I got up, it didn't feel like much to remember though. This will probably be the only way for me to write my dreams up now, since I'm rising at 5:30am and then I'm hustlin' and bustlin' around to get to work.

Dream
I'm outside where there's green grass around, there's supposedly 3 classes (there's 3 of us). 2 of us are running around chasing the one another, they resemble Sterling and Lana from the show 'Archer'. They're just being goofy, I kind of see things in 3rd person next to the other class character. There's something about a hedge wall they're running around, it shifts and moves places which doesn't make much sense to me. I forget how, but 2 of the classes die and I'm the last one remaining. I think how silly it is, I'm not even the strongest. The other guy was super powerful and talented for his class but I ended up being the one to live (I seem to miss them or something).

I'm in a cave now, there's a huge tombstone sized book latched across my back. I swing it off and plant it upright on the ground, then kneel before it. It has 'game-like' options displayed on it, oddly enough. Is it really a book? I'm quite powerful at this point, having gone a long way since my friends died. I'm trying to get some sort of power from here though.

Now I'm at a place that resembles my old primary school, I'm brawling with this ginger white guy but he's not really a match for me (I don't think there's anything 'power' or 'magic' related going on either). We fight 2-3 times without really going hard enough to have a 'winner'. The guy is also a real douche, like SUPER douchey.

I'm now in my house, just randomly sitting on the toilet in the bathroom with the door open (NO I'm not doing anything, the seats were down, I might have been brushing my teeth and too lazy to stand I think?). The mother of white ginger guy comes in, she's super hot and beautiful dark skinned woman, but a bit older than me (in her 30s I think? But still really hot). She gives me a bag of pills, it's supposed to be medicine for helping with my eating. Apparently she thought I had vomited because there was a bit of pumpkin in the sink. I have to explain to her that it was from when I rinsed my bowl, since I made a red curry with pumpkin in it (the bathroom is right next to my room, I don't do this but it's really plausible in RL). It's considerate of her to do that, she's nice. Much nicer than her douchey son. I get up and we walk out into the hallway, we're talking by my room and I kind of head her in there. She's in the doorway in front of me (I'm still in the hallway). I say how it's kind of her to give those to me, then say "But I'd much rather have you". She gets all bashful and blushes, I lead her further into my room intending to tease her. There's people in the house and it's broad daylight and we know we really SHOULDN'T, but it feels naughty . I start kissing her, we're in my room now and the door is wide open. We're still safe since I can't hear anyone down this end of the house. I sit on the bed and pull her onto my lap so she's riding. Kissing her again, she turns away shyly so I can't see her blushing. I make her turn back look at me, she's really pretty. We start having sex *somehow* through our clothes, enough to make us really want it but we have to stop before someone passes by. I then wake up.

Sooo yeah, from goofy start to adventure, street brawling and sexy time. Twas good.

Slept in a different place than usual as I was saying. This is a very good place for dreaming and lucidity. My mind did not shift into dreams at all. When I was asleep it just held the same place as I was when I awake. I was very still. I was nervous about relaxing and going of into dream cause it was a new place and I also had a killer headache all night which helped me focus my attention on the present. There were a couple of times when I knew I was asleep but was still I in the same place that I fell asleep in FA and so could have gone off into dream and explored whatever. However I was very happy just to be there and on retrospect this was very helpful. I am always saying how dreaming is not dreaming it is lucidity and here I really experienced that and I am working towards a dream goal of meditating when becoming lucid because I know all the adventures to be pointless, from a dream yoga point of view, and just reinforce bad worldly habits. The next time I am going to trust the lucidity more and do some meditation methods. Looking forward to snuggling up in my new spot again soon. And the stary sky that you and patience were talking about. TOTALLY know what you mean it is like the roof comes of my head and there is so much space and the place where I am sleeping becomes totally safe. Happy Days

I have never had a dream so real before, i've had vivid dreams and lucid dreams but usually there are tell tale signs so I tell its a dream, the dream world doesn't usually seem or look right. This was all too real, I have never experienced anything like it.

I woke up in the dream, like an obe I guess. I looked around it was morning and I was in bed. The room felt stuffy and I shifted on the cotton sheets slowly waking. I was not in my own room, I could make out the bed in the darkness and vague shapes, tiny slits of light were coming in from the shutters on a window.
So I got out of bed and went over, I pulled the shutters open and was blinded for a second by the light from outside.
As my eyes adjusted, I was taken aback as I looked around in wonder, wt..
I was in a dream clearly, but everything was so real, I could feel the heat in the room, see dust in the air, the cold of the stone floor under my feet, and the view through the now open window.
Outside I could see the wall of a house it was two storey and white, clearly not a modern house. I looked around the room, there was a table and a chair, I could not make out much else.
I felt a strong urge to go out to find someone who kept appearing in my mind, I wasn't sure who it was but they felt like someone I was supposed to meet.
Going out of the front door, I entered the street, and saw a street leading down between large white washed buildings. The sun was blinding, and I could already feel it was getting hot, although it seemed like early morning.
I could hear the noise of people who were already up, and see an old woman of dark complexion.
Feeling drawn I walked quickly down the dusty street, looking around as I walked. The houses had a strange architecture, with lots of balconies and chipped paintwork.
following my instincts, I headed off down alleyway after alleyway until I reached a rough path with very thick vegetation on either side.
Large palms and tall grasses where everywhere and there was a pleasant earthy smell in the air as I tramped along.
As I came to the bottom of an incline my heart began to race, and as I reached the bottom a river came into view. I could hear the water running and stopped near the shore which was muddy.
There by the river was a young woman, I was breathless as I approached, but seem to know her as I uttered her name.
She turned and looked up from her washing at the sound of my voice, her smile radiant. My heart gave a little jump.
We sat and talked I know not the exact details as the words that I uttered were not english. But I could tell
the gist as I had images jumbling in my head of us and people I didn't know and then a church. I think it was maybe spanish , but accent so thick I couldn't tell. My mind might have created another language or made it sound like something similar idk.
There was also a feeling of sorrow at one point. I could tell that the two or I and her were in love.
I stole a kiss and my heart was singing as I left her and walked back up the slope.
Returning to the house the way I came, I saw and met people again I didn't know but seemed clearly to know me and greet me warmly.
I was overcome with the warmth of the people, it felt like everyone knew everyone and it was one big family of people.
A few said my name, but the accent was so thick that I had trouble identifiying the word, it was musical and I felt I enjoyed the exchanges.
People were filling the street now, and I felt an urgency again as I heard the loud clanging of church bells beginning to ring out.
I felt my feet guide me be returning to the house again. When inside I looked down at my self for the first time, wondering what I was wearing and infact who I was.
I looked quite presentable all my clothing was of a thin cotton and felt nice against my skin. I searched the room for more clothes and something to wash with.
My stomach actually started to feel hungry but I had no idea were anything was in this house and did not want to leave the dream before I found out what would happen next.
I flung on the clothers feeling my face and wondering what to do about the stubble I felt on my face. I felt a blade by a large bowl of water and proceeded to try and shave, suprisingly it seemed to come as second nature so I did not kill myself.
Leaving the house at a trott and joined the throng heading for the church, again many people acosted me.
I made it slowly up the steps of the church and imposing white building with twin towers and a cross.
Inside was dark, filled with a pungent smell of incense, the pews were of a dark wood, and as people packed in I looked around for a moment and noticed stained glass windows and figuerines.
I felt the presence of the young woman and looked and saw her wearing a beautiful white and red dress. She was at the other side of the church and I went to get up to go over to her but my arm was grabbed and I was forced down again.
Anger flooded me, and I wanted to rage, images flooded my head of her with another man.
Then as she looked over at me, and the vision of her face filled with a soft gentle love fixed on me.
I stopped dead, her attention made me feel like we were the only two in the world and the sounds of the church became muffled and distant.
It came to my mind that it was not destined to be and her family had arranged for her to marry another.
At this moment the vision of someone I know became superimposed over the womans face, in my mind it was as though the two people were one and the same. And as I looked at her, my heart became steady and it didn't matter what was happening then, now or any place in time.
She loved me in that moment and that was all that mattered, what happens in this life is not always in our control,
sometimes there is happiness sometimes sorrow. We have to be happy for the blessings that we are given.

I fell still, and awoke with the vision of her face still filling my mind.
It took a while for me to come out of the reverie. I was back in my own room I could tell, it was still dark.
I rested for a while filled with that peaceful feeling, smiling to myself.

[Comment]
I am still wondering if this was a past life memory or part of one, I have never been to that place but every detail was so real.
Also the dream went on for what felt like an hour or so.
The thing that most strongly makes me think it was something different was the feeling I had that I was in somebody else's body with someone else's thoughts.
Although I realise that I have the same repeating patterns in my own life that are counterproductive.
I know now that I must let go of those patterns, and this feeling of peace and unburdening I feel will help me do that.
Letting go will also improve the chances of what I would like to happen, actually happening as higher vibrations should attract better things

Oh it didn't seem relevant when I was dreaming, but there were no signs of modern living, no cars or electric lighting.

I had a non-lucid dream before this where I was being controlled by someone I was fearful of . I had to beg and do whatever they said. A nightmare.
I am quite clear this relates to a very controlling person in my life, and the need for me to get back my independence.

I was special- there was emptiness in me and I needed to fill that emptiness. I had material/ethereal sky-blue glowing cluster of crystal where spirits of my victims(women) were absorbed when my emptiness called for filling, leaving only short time living empty husks behind...I had forces over light and dark. I could use instant transportation from place to place. Healing and telepathy. Matter manipulation, creation and destruction... I was able to see energy flow in things, i was able to see souls...

I worked in circus. The Director of circus was collector of special people. He made as to make performances... He wasn't good man. He was dark with greed. He knew what I'm able to do, what I do to women from time to time, yet he was OK with it. As far as I was staying in circus. Yet I didn't care about that. I didn't care for anything. It was like everything is far below me. I wasn't bad... I was simply unable to care. Everything seemed to be so insignificant... Like we don't care about atoms or molecules... I didn't care about anything... I felt to be above that. The time flew around myself. Things changed, yet my attitude remained the same. Only from time to time I felt the need to fill the emptiness inside of me... the process was simple... I got close to woman when I felt the need and she released her soul, painlessly... then that soul flew to me, but never was able to fill the emptiness, instead it crystallized as another crystal on that cluster of crystals I had.
There were other special people, with some talents... nothing like me. One older woman bleed from eyes every time someone lied nearby... An older man able to levitate himself, was making crazy shows on the rope...

I was in my room changing my clothes- clothes materialized and dematerialized directly on me. I didn't care whether I was naked or not but I knew that it was required for performance. I felt something significant will happen. I saw flashes of visions of radiant soul... glowing... its filaments reaching to me... There was black haired mute woman with me in my room. She was guarding me and especially the glowing cluster of crystals, even if that cluster couldn't be touched or moved by anyone but me. The Director feared to lose me. His circus would be devastated financially without me. How many women was absorbed to crystal to fill my emptiness? It didn't help, I was empty.

I took cluster of crystals and teleported to circus directly onto podium. And I felt her. My emptiness was calling to be filled. My soul reached with its glowing filaments across the void between us. She was young regal woman in white dress visiting circus- she was the right person to fill my emptiness. My emptiness was calling to be filled with her soul light... The director saw the change in me... My glow... My disregard to the performance I had to do. And I knew that he saw, I knew it instantly... director wanted to kill her, fearing I will be lost for him.

I wasn't about to confront the director when he called me, I lied to him to protect that woman special for me. And that older woman working in circus bled from her eyes through the whole time... and she held her hands trying to hide it... ineffectually. The director saw that. I read his thoughts. I needed to save that woman in white. I vanished, and reappeared by her. We were forced to kiss, like two magnets pulled together. Our souls intertwined in glorious harmony... our bodies were connected and controlled by our souls only by thin filaments, but our souls weren't located in our bodies anymore. We became one and yet remained two distinct souls... there was constant interaction making it look like constant movement of light filaments. The cluster of crystals vanished in blinding light show, making trapped spirits free. Director was crazy with hate. I see into your soul director... No more circus for me... no more matter bonds... I vanished together with my soulmate away from material world, to higher plane of existence.

Remarks
Very strange dream... I had to write it, it was pushing my consciousness to do that

Bed: 23.30
Wake up: 08.20
Now: 08.20

Dealing
I'm at some guy's apartment. He's a drugsdealer and apparently a tad dangerous. My girlfriend is there as well. At some point he calls her a bitch. Not for having done anything wrong; that's just how he refers to all women it seems. I don't like the way he disrespects her. I take one of my soup bowls; white with grey and black flowery decal. I hit him over the head with it and he goes down. I keep smashing him, not sure what with at this point, but I make sure he's dead or else he'll kill me for this.

A bit later someone is at the door. A customer. I open up the door and I try to fake my way through it and start talking more roughly than I normally do. I throw in a 'motherfucker' every other sentence. I also start talking a lot of Surinam [a lot of Dutch slang comes from Surinam]. At some point the guy at the door starts talking about Sergio, an elementary school friend. I've seen him as an adult and he is quite a big guy. He's a few metres away and he's tiny and mentally disabled. I start asking the guy what happened to the motherfucker. He's got an "i know right" kinda attitude. It is something drugs related. I'm not sure what happened next, but shortly after there's another customer. I think at some point we're all in the house. Not sure what happened to the body though. I think I may have made up a horrible excuse. I remember that at the end of the dream the situation has evolved into a gun deal. Ok this is getting way out of hand.


I watched Drugs Inc. on NatGeo about an hour before I went to bed.

Fragments
» I don't remember my surroundings. All I remember is one of my teeth being wobbly. Eventually I break off a piece of it, cause it's annoying the hell out of me. I can already see (don't know how actually) that there's another tooth inside this tooth, like a Russian nesting doll. I consider just removing the whole tooth and be done with it. I'm slightly worried that it might not be a good idea.

» I've taken a train. I'm supposed to get to my mom's city, but I can't get there directly. Instead, I take a detour. I have 2 options and both of them will bring me 2 stops away from my mom's city. Somehow I feel like things are not going my way.

» I'm playing football at first. This changes into korfbal and later into basketball.

» I'm sitting at a round table with my friend's mom and 2 of my friends. We're eating (dinner?).

» I'm just about exiting a subway station. I'm going down an escalator and I see Milad going up the escalator to my left. I think we say hi. After that I'm distracted, I think by my phone. I've been walking for a bit, but not getting anywhere. This escalator is suddenly going up. Wasn't this one going down. Whatever. I hop down a few times and I'm down.

Physical
I'm at what's supposed to be my physical therapist, but the building is vastly different. There's multiple storeys. I go into the basement to go to the toilet, which is way bigger than in reality. There's a row of at least 6 urinals and then there are stalls as well. There's an older man in one of the stalls. I take a urinal somewhere on the left. There's a glass wall so you can see into the garden it seems. There's an oddly shaped pool there. Makes sense I guess. Some people have injuries that require swimming. For some reason I decide to finish up at another urinal all the way to the right. I then have the issue of not knowing which urinals to flush. I decide to just flush em all and then make a run for it, before the older man comes out and identifies me.

Still in the same building. There are signs to public transportation on every floor. So convenient that you can just take the public transport from inside this building. At some point my friend Wina goes down some stairs. A white dude about my age is following her, or perhaps she's already blacked out and he's helping her down the stairs. Either way I know exactly what's going on. I go down the stairs, damn near action hero style and beat the guy up for trying to rape my friend.

Somewhere in this dream my physical therapist tells me I still have an appointment for next week. This confuses me, as I thought this was supposed to be our last session. I already moved out. Now I have to come back specially for this?


Magic
This is a Harry Potter dream it seems. I am Harry, or I am myself and have taken over the importance of Harry. I'm in what seems like the University Library, somewhere near the top floor. I think Dumbledore is also there. He has given me command of a sort of army of students. They are all walking down the stairs. I'm having a bit of fun translocating even for the smallest distances. I'm not aware that I'm dreaming, but I'm aware that I can make anything happen that I want to happen cause I'm a wizard. I make a joke that I should go check out my army, as there are a lot of girls in it. At some point I allow myself to fall flat onto the floor, wanting to translocate at the last second. I fail to do so, but I do manage to float just above the floor so I don't hurt myself.

Something else pops into my mind. I'm not sure if it's a thought. It seems more like a commercial. It's about Harry Potter or some other wizard and going on vacation. It's about him not having to go to the airport early, nor having to stand in line, as he just translocates there. Man that's stupid. Just translocate to your final destination.

I'm outside. It's night out, nearly pitch dark with just about no lights. It looks as if I'm standing on a miniature island shaped exactly like Africa. There's a very dark skinned woman swimming west to east the whole time, despite there being land. She's doing so around the longitude of where Cameroon should be. I go to talk to her. She's swimming around a little buoy or something alike on both sides and then goes back. She's supposed to make this trip perhaps once every X minutes or hours, but she is doing it on an endless loop. Eventually she comes out of the water and walks somewhere. Woow. Quite a big woman. She has a bit of a weepy story. At some point I don't really feel like listening anymore and I somehow sort of delegate this task to the dude that's with me. While walking, I spot two girls in the distance. One is a black girl with glasses that I've met at a language cafe in reality. I can't see any defining traits of the other girl, but I assume that to be the friend who was with her. I look the other way. I'm not feeling conversations right now.

I get a message on my phone. It seems like whatsapp. I'm tasked with babysitting the army right now and someone has gotten themselves into a situation. This person has sent a picture of what seems like 2 barrels near a beer place where they're trapped and there's fire or something like that. I ask the guy that's distracting the 'swimming woman' if he recognises this place. It's just down one of the side streets. That particular street is glowing with green light because there are several beer companies next to each other; at least Grolsch and Heineken. I go over and make a quick entry to the 2 barrels, which I immediately try to extinguish by conjuring up a big amount of water. There's no fire to be extinguished though and no water appears. Still I persist. I try to start with a droplet of water, which appears, and add more and more to it. I've got a little string of water going now. Suddenly it dawns onto me that I should try harder, cause things in dreams only happen if you believe in them. I'm now thinking about whether I should just continue the water or solidify the dream. I choose the latter and try to push my fingers through my hand because that will give me a sensation that the water won't. The RC fails. I know that I'm dreaming though. I just shouldn't let go of it. The dream slowly starts fading. I believe that my hearing starts being influenced by the real world, even though this is not true.

I was in this house with a man I wasn't married too but we had a bunch of kids. The house was all kinds of wrong which is a common thing for me in my dreams. A was tucking a couple of the kids into bed & the room wall all tilted to where there were slanting windows at the foot of their bed. Like they could fall right through the window in the middle of the night. I spent a lot of time in this house & became lucid do to the increasing oddness of this house. I would walk down halls that were like a fun house, all slanted & not normal by any means. Outside didn't seem much better. We were near exaggerated slanting hillsides.... Meesha woke me up first so I kept my eyes mostly closed & gave her some food & peed & went back to bed to try & get back into the dream. I slipped back in pretty easily but now the kids wanted us to get married so we were making preparations for this & my parents came for the wedding. Right after they showed up, my real life husband woke up & it made me realize I needed to pee again. So back I went into the bathroom w/ my eyes only slightly open & managed yet again to get back in. This time the setting for the wedding had changed into a cemetery & the wedding process began, right there in the cemetery. It was all gloomy & weird while we mingled & talked in the cemetery. It was just as if it was a funeral setting not any kind of beverages or food, just milling about & talking. I was still lucid during these dreams & I could also simultaneously tell my husband was awake in our real house because of the sounds. I had to get up at this point because of a previous engagement for today.

I know this is chaining so I guess you'd classify it as a kind of combo of a Deild & Wild which basically means chaining.

Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Explanation of details-Blue
Side Notes-Purple

I had a dream that I left my house sometime in the very early morning (Still very much night outside) and I drove down the highway and made a left turn and a cop was in front of me when we turned and I turned on in the wrong lane and the cop was trying to get directly right in front of me, for whatever reason I was driving using a keyboard to turn instead of the wheel and I panicked and pressed the wrong button and almost crashed, he turned his lights on and we had a long chat but he was pretty cool about it. Instead of giving me a ticket he said it would be mailed to me and he got back into his car and for some reason I just followed him to a school that he was working undercover in and he sat down next to some kids and when he saw me come it he got up and I followed him into the bathroom because I was curious about something and after I walked into the bathroom the whole room just changed into this store with a person behind the counter and there was a metal detector right in front of me, I lost interest in the cop and jumped and put both hands on the top of the metal detector and I started doing pull ups and then I switched to pull ups with only one hand and my arm got really muscly really fast and then I woke up.

Went hiking with D and a few other people. It’s a hike I recognized, wooden trail spiraling up to a platform. The wood is new. There are black labs who are scared to walk on the planks. Work keeps calling D, telling him there’s an emergency he needs to deal with but there’s nothing he can do since he's so far away. We head back down and the guy we’re with says we have to rope swing across the lake. He says it’s crucial we don’t touch the water more than necessary because ‘we would not believe what was growing in there’. I was completely confused, I don’t remember having to do this on the way up. Plus, I’m not wet and I would be if we had done this. I also am carrying a pillow that’s completely dry. I ask someone, “What did I do with this pillow last time to keep it dry?” They told me to fold it up and put it in my shirt, so I did. The guy went first and didn’t make it far before he went head first into the water. We scoffed, “so much for not touching the water.” D went second and swung out to hip height and waded to the other side. I decided to angle my swing to the left toward the land, so I got minimally wet. When I got to the other side, everyone started getting concerned because the first guy had not come up yet. D was annoyed that he was going to have to dive in and search for him, but then the other lady managed to pull him out. I was in a room and couldn’t see what was happening but D started gagging, telling me that the guy was covered in unsightly mud and disgusting debris. He was unconscious so D delegated to me to get the first aid kit. There wasn’t much in there besides IV equipment so I grabbed what I could. D wanted a 1” IV tape but I explained to him that the only reason I was able to take the 1/2” tape from the hospital is because nobody likes to use it, so that’s all we had. People start performing CPR and I leave the room to help. It’s a very disturbing sight, indeed. He looks deformed. He’s blue, has a swollen and bulging neck, and they had to cut off his fingers and toes - leaving strings of rotting flesh in place of his fingers. Someone holds him while people perform CPR. I take my turn at compressions and then he starts talking. D explains to him that he probably broke his neck. I asses his body and it’s full of gnarly wounds. They had all been exposed to bacteria. D is now at risk for catching the life threatening bacteria since he handled this guy’s blood. He’s irritated about it. I go home and have to retell the story to Mike and sob while I do. Mom says she thinks it’s her karma from frequently passing out in front of people. The girl we were with, Sarah, posts about it on DV and I comment about how painful and traumatizing it is to read and remember.

This dream started out in a tall rickety wooden house. It was our house with the same rooms just different layout. We had a Halloween party, and people started sowing up in droves for it. After it got too big a security guard showed up and shut it down. People left, and I flew around a bit on the street but afterward I went back to find the party goers disassembling and stealing everything in the house. I decided to turn back time and try the party again, but even when only a few people got in the house at the end, they would still rob the place. So I restarted a third time, and at the end I stood outside the front door on the porch and started knocking out everyone who tried to get in. When they were finally all gone I crossed the road to see the dankerton extended family sitting outside in the sun, and Devon was there. I started telling him how great a day i t was, but when I went to explain how I turned back time I realized I was dreaming. I looked at my hands, one was normal and the other one was small and distorted like a cripples. I was so excited my heart started racing, and I couldn't look away from my hand, it was so interesting. Eventually everything but my hands went black as my dream slowly slipped away, so I kept staring at it until it all passed into nothingness.

Dreamsigns:
Dankertons
Devon
Party
Flying

Morning of Thursday, may 5th, 2016

Survival situation where we can float on little patches of earth and also I can ride my cat high up in the air, it gets to a point where people come to us looking for water services because the group I was in could water bend and in this whole world everything revolved around water including stuff that doesn't need it in the real world. We would use the water to make us float ( standing on unstable patches of earth) After a while the people who came to us for help wanted to use water to smoke weed (yes my imagination loves to run wild with dreams, I know it doesn't make any sense but roll with it anyway) and in this universe we needed water to smoke weed but it required a large amount and we have not been able to conjure up the required amount through our water bending. I was tasked with something I cannot remember but in this world my housecat was very large in size and I was able to ride her by having the water push us up a great height and we just rode around like that and I was talking to her about what the other group wanted and I remember saying "We would need double the amount that we are riding on right now and that cannot be done.".

Driving down a winding road in a truck with some packages. Coming at me is a very large, brown, prehistoric looking spider. It’s in an 8 shape and the legs are on the front and back of its body, not the sides. It freaks me out so I swat at it but it won’t die. I learn that it’s called the Amazon spider (as in amazon.com) and hangs out in their warehouse. I get home (more like my mom’s house) and there’s a party. Donald Trump is there. I put on my shoes because I’m bored and decide to go outside to take a selfie with a giant crashed government airplane before they move it. Donald Trump bends down and starts tying my shoes for me. “Oh thank you. Could I get a picture with you?” He agrees and then hesitates. “Why do you want a picture with me? You’re only here to make fun of me.” “That’s not true! I live here. My room is right there!” I point. Really, I just wanted to share with friends and family that Donald Trump tied my shoes, because nobody would believe me otherwise. D comes just as things start falling apart. We hear that there is any army invading the other part of town and civilization starts to collapse. D has things to take care of in the house and someone asks me if I could help find certain seeds and I agree. I go to the other side of town and basically just follow this scientist around, holding items that they need to salvage before all hell breaks loose. We go into the back room of some industrial building and grab a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a toothbrush. I have to connect something to the tip of the toothbrush but I can’t because I’m shaking so bad. The political situation is worsening very quickly and I start becoming extremely upset that D and I separated. If he died while I’m gone I will never forgive myself. I would rather die with him than live without him. When we leave the room we find the building is on lockdown. All the offices are empty with the lights turned off but we hear men shouting orders in the other rooms. We quietly move through one room and hide behind a desk, looking through the glass of the door. I didn’t feel safe there and wished we were a few desks or even another room back, but we needed to see what was happening. One of the girls in the room ahead of us dropped a blue pencil and I knew that meant it was the daughter of my scientist friend. She was upset and went to save her daughter. By doing that, we learned that the invading army was a benevolent force and all of our families were safe. I was so relieved to see my husband’s face (but it wasn’t really his face). Everybody started cleaning up after all the chaos but D and I went to the gym and went swimming. I was practicing my dive, which required me to fatigue my deltoids by hanging on to the pool ladder before diving. I dove in, hit the bottom, and sprung back up in only a matter of seconds. A man said, “That was a great dive, sweetie!” D and I left to look for food. We wanted Mexican food but the best place in town was closed, so we looked around. We went to a hotel and someone we knew handed us some of our items (like area rugs) from the “drill” earlier but we just left them there.

I found myself in my old primary school, although the corridors were far grander in size and decoration than the real version. What happened at the beginning in the dream, I am not sure. I was working on fixing a tv for three of my teachers (who were all gathered in one room for some reason). The Tv only needed to be plugged in. Whilst moving to perform this task, lucidity hit me and, as a test of my dream control I decided to turn on the TV without plugging it in, by willing the current from the socket into the Tv. This worked and, satisfied, I left the teachers to watch what I believe was news.

Walking down the corridors, I came across two beautiful women in long, flowing, blue dresses who were apparently shooting an advert, despite the lack of cameras. Entranced by their beauty, I verbally beckoned one of them over and we both came the simultaneous realisation that we should have sex. This we did, but I woke up midway through.

04-28-2016 -- Starts out all over the place with bits I can only barely remember. There were bits of Harry Potter, and I know there were some chasing scenes. I think there were some bits with wild animals and stuff, but only the barest hints remain. Eventually, I think one friend (possibly Neville Longbottom) was holding some sort of concert with a mid-level star performing, and I just missed it. Steve Glance tells me that he's bringing in somebody else for another concert in a day or two, because he wants me to be able to make that one, and I ask about ticket prices, saying I have to be able to plan ahead. He has no idea what the cost is going to be, and that seems not good to me.

I think about how much money I might need to get together, and waiting in line, and standing around, and find myself thinking that I don't think I'm a concert goer, any more ... I just don't want to be bothered with the hassles involved in getting into a concert. Never mind. So I am kind of flying out of the area (just kind of floating along) leaving my friends behind, when I start finding more and more birds in the area, and they are turning into bigger and bigger birds, some large enough to see me as prey, so I start to slow down and fly more cautiously.

I am now flying in Anaheim. At first I am flying over the street at the intersection of Brookhurst and Crescent, heading for the junior high. There is a lot of traffic beneath me. More and more traffic, then signs of an accident. The accident is getting bigger and bigger, and I keep flying a little higher to try and stay out of things. Now there are full-scale disasters with collapsed buildings, and rescue work, and construction all going on, and I'm just trying to make it across the street. So as I mentioned, there is some construction going on, and there are lots of random people walking along girders up in the sky, and they are just walking off the ends and plummeting to their doom, and nobody seems to care.

And yet there are construction workers approaching me (still flying in the air), and they seem to think I am somehow trying to jump off the beams and commit suicide, because they cannot grasp the concept that I can fly. So they are trying to catch me in nets, or knock me down by swinging pipes at me to keep me from killing myself, while ignoring all the people who actually are killing themselves, and I am just trying to dodge out of the way and get past this blasted intersection!

By this point, the intersection has changed to Crescent and Magnolia, and I am heading for Marshall instead of Brookhurst, and I am just flying higher and higher into the air until I finally manage to leave the people chasing me behind, and I finally allow myself to drop the altitude a bit, until I manage to land on the roof of one of the houses on Crescent between Magnolia and La Reina. I'm kind of catching my breath there, when I glance over and see an old, slightly beat up Domino's Pizza box. Problem is, as I am watching it, it is starting to develop reddish-orange and black stripes, and I can see blades starting to stretch out of the box.

The pizza box is in the process of morphing into Freddy Krueger, and I'm not going to have that. I start concentrating on the pizza box only being a pizza box, and trying to force it to only be a pizza box with my mind. At the same time, I am also praying that it is only a pizza box, and grabbing the box and tearing it to pieces, until there is no longer any way that Freddy can form from it. I'm just starting to relax, having beat him, when I look down, and two pizza delivery drivers have both pulled up, stepping out of their cars with brand new pizza boxes for him to morph from.

I am trying to explain that I did not order a pizza, I do not want a pizza, and if they aren't careful, they are going to release a crazed mad-man on the world, but they just want to deliver their pizzas. So I jump in the air and try to start flying again, except I instead find myself on a bus that Paul Orsi is driving, except moments later it is a helicopter, and he is trying to take it high into the sky, except that I wrestle with him for the control, and try to force a landing on Hickory, because I'm just done with the whole thing. Just as we land, I wake up.

05-02-16 -- I'm playing some sort of Doctor Who video game, but the longer I play, the more it seems to be turning to real life. (I can still see myself pressing keys to try and move around, but I'm moving me around in a real-life situation.) I believe I am traveling around in a somewhat hospital-like building, when I find we're being attacked by Daleks. I take off running, and the Daleks are following fairly closely behind, and I can't seem to manage to get away from them.

Soon I find myself in a hallway with three elevators, and I dive into one of the elevators, and start pressing buttons, and instead of moving between floors, I am traveling through time. The problem is, the Daleks almost seem to have managed to link to me, somehow, so every time I try and go a few days further into the past, so I can have time to prepare for the Dalek invasion, they have somehow started their invasion a few days early, and are right there waiting for me, as the doors open again.

In addition, the elevators are also working as elevators, and moving to different floors of the building at the same time. The problem is, the middle elevator has no buttons, and if you enter into it, you are stuck going wherever it takes you, with no control over where you are going, and I am popping in and out of the various elevators like I was in a Scooby Doo chase scene. At one point, I dive into an elevator, and find it is the one with no controls, so I dive out again, almost getting caught in the closing doors. I try to dive into the next elevator over, but its doors slam in my face, so I throw myself at the third elevator, and only just manage to throw my arm in as the doors slam on it, then bounce back open again, so I can get in.

This seems to give me a tiny bit of breathing room, but only a tiny bit. I throw myself into an 'office' of the hospital, and explain to the other Time Lords what is going on, and how I am crossing my own timeline, trying to find a way to defeat the Daleks, but that they are somehow time traveling at the same time, and always beat me to it. And as I am explaining, we can hear the laser blasts and screams from other parts of the hospital, as the Daleks are here, but just haven't reached this room, yet. And though I think I am going to be in trouble with them for crossing my owns paths in the time stream, the situation is important enough that they don't seem to care. Unfortunately, the only advice they have for me is something along the lines of 'embrace death.'

The Daleks are getting ever closer, and I head off at a run, bursting into what appears to be a basketball court, and dodging some players who may be real-life friends of mine (one of them possibly Nick), before I run out another door and through more office-like areas. I finally make it to a corner office, where I run in and find myself facing the Grim Reaper, skeleton, black robes, and all. I launch myself at him, wrap my arms around him, and we both smash through the window, and find ourselves falling hundreds of feet.

Somehow this is supposed to allow Death to see multiple realities or time line possibilities or something, so that he can spot an action that I can take that will allow me to beat the Daleks, but instead he is just crying about how all paths now lead to the end of everything, and there is not a single hope left in the entire universe. Very depressing and horrifying. Except ... even though Death cannot see a way through it all, I suddenly know what to do, and how to fix it, even as we are still plunging to our deaths. And then I wake up.

I was visiting my family. I arrived and everything seemed normal, except that they were in the city where we all used to live before I moved to another state, it's a calm, sunny, tropical place.
We were all happy and excited to be together (I get to visit them every year or two). We spent the day doing normal family stuff, and later on my father told me to use his motorcycle to go on a ride, see some friends, or whatever. I got on the bike and thought of seeing some old friends in that town but I got too caught up on the road, going everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Later at night when I was on my way back, there was a sudden flash of brightness, it wasn't just in fron of me, it was everywhere, all around, so I had to slow down, and right after that, something happened to the motorcycle and it broke down in the middle of a big avenue. Since it was dark and I didn't have any tools, I wouldn't be able to fix it right away, so I just left it on the sidewalk and locked it then walked to my parent's house. I got there when everyone was asleep so I had to be quiet. I was tired from all that happened the night before, and I figured I could get up as soon as the sun started coming out, grab some of my father's tools and try to fix it myself, either way it must've been something really simple and with enough light and time I should be able to get it going with ease. I was getting there and I received a call from my father, asking where I was and etc, I explained and he said he'd go take a look at it himself, and that we could go get some food after. I agreed. And this is where things start to get weird. After a few minutes, again I got a call from him, saying that he was just around the corner, in the car and with the rest of my family, which is mom and my three sisters, and that the car had broken down too, then the call started fading away, cutting off. I saw him walking down the street and we took a look at the bike, but no luck, after a while, we noticed there was something very strange around, it was already at least about 8:00am and there were no other cars passing by, no people walking, no businesses opening, no noise whatsoever. We decided to leave the bike and walked a few blocks down to where the car and the rest of my family were. Everyone had noticed the unlikely calmness of the day, and the absenceof people. We tried calling anyone, friends, relatives, even the police, but the cellphone reception was getting worse little by little, first it would give you a dial tone and cut off out of nowhere, then it would just make this loud, high-pitched sound and turn off. We weren't talking much about the whole thing, trying to have faith in a rational explanation for whatever was going on. We kept on walking. It had been at least an hour and still no sign of anything around. We were around my grandparent's house and we decided to go check it out hoping they would be there or something. We got there and the whole house looked completely different, like it was turned into some big company's office, the windows were sealed, the garage door reinforced, we tried somehow looking inside but even the wall-fence around the house was taller now. We eventually gave up. We kept on walking. For hours straight. It wasn't funny or cool at all. I could see my parent's faces full of anguish, not knowing if we were safe, not knowing if we'd find anyone at some point, and when. !!! I had a lot on my mind too, I was stressing out about water and food, thinking about the possibility that the water would be contaminated, or not, and if it was going to be easy to get food, stuff like that. But we kept on walking. All day. The sun was starting to hide. And there, on a highway about 2-3 miles away from a set of the fancy type of houses, my phone started vibrating. All it said was 'keep going; you're almost there' and then it turned off again. We followed the road until one house became specifically noticeable. It was the only one with electricity in it. It had very dim yellow and soft purple lights on the inside. And between the silence, there was this noise gradually getting louder as we walked towards it (pause here, a few days ago I came across this, which describes the kind of noise pretty accurately: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSASzFWEa84). It sounded and kinda seemed like a party. The house looked expensive, the kind of house with a huge swimming pool and a terrace outside. People started to come out to the upstairs terrace then eventually some gathered outside the house too. They all seemed to ignore us. Then this guy came out from upstairs, with a gun on his hand, and started yelling something about himself owning everyone in that place. He looked a little under 30 years old, white, with short hair and a tattoo on one of his arms. People seemed to ignore him too. Then he started shooting anyone that was around him. He eventually came outside. He seemed covered in pure rage. The people around were screaming, some would try to crouch but they wouldn't run away, and the man would eventually reach up to them. He killed everyone at his “party”, some of them with a clean shot through the head or the chest, and some others with a few shots, first the legs then the rest of them even though they had dropped dead already. After killing all his guests, which were around 15 people, he was outside of the house and he stared directly at me for a moment, then put the gun in his mouth and killed himself. I was more than shocked. Right after that, all the lights in the place started turning off and eventually we went back to the road. I could barely think of anything else but the guy's stare, and how he viciously killed everyone there. It was completely dark by then and the dream just faded as we kept on walking.