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I am at an amusement park that is sort of like a theme park where we are in an African country where there are different factions of small black children each wearing their own different uniforms. I end up walking all over the park and decide that it is now a good time to start working out when I get to a large open dirt field with some tall stools and balls that you can train yourself with body weight. I start doing tricep dips as I see a couple of young asian women playing with a rubber ball and kicking it around. They keep hitting the ball near me, and I keep kicking it away while I am doing my exersizes on the tall stools. They seem somewhat impressed with what I am able to do. Eventually they leave and eventually I get tired of working out so I walk around.
I end up in another section of the park where there is a group of african children all dressed in yellow. This part of the park seems pretty dangerous, as they all start to stare at me. I leave quickly.
The park is closing now, and I start to feel as if I should probably leave soon. I see my friend Martinez as I am leaving. I see a hot blonde woman that speaks spanish, and I point Martinez in her direction to hook them up. He goes up to her , as she is up the stairs near the exit, and they start talking in spanish.
I now feel the urge moreso to leave the park, so I do, thus seamlessly transitioning into the next part of the dream.

I was having a very tactile dream of \eating food at a large sort of event in a Buffet type style. I d just talked to a man that was sitting on a bench near the end of the line of one of the buffet parts. He was sitting on the bench with his arms around his knees. He looked very sad. It turns out that he lost his newborn that day. His wife went in to labor ad delivered the baby, but the area in which she was having the baby wasn't as clean as it should have been because our super only took a quick look in the area because he was in a rush. he combined his inspection of the birthing area with his inspection of the buffet line all at once because he as short on time, and ultimately this man and his wife's child had paid the ultimate price for negligence in the work area. I remember feeling sad as he cried while he told me the story of his child and how he had lost it. On the bright side the food was very good.
I had gotten there earlier To get some food. i remember that the salad was very good. I had the cucumbers with tomatoes and lettuce, on the salad there was a premade dressing that was somewhat creamy with Parmesan cheese already in it, premixed with the salad. When i went around in line again, I saw Andrea, who had already gotten Chicken Parmesan, except that it was still on the bone. She was trying to give the chicken back because she didn't want in. The dfac worker said that he could take it back if she didn't want it, but he would have to scrape off the cheese and cool it before saving for later. Before that she had tried to give it to me, because I had gone back in line to get seconds. When I came back around in line, I saw the man getting teased by what I thought were his coworkers. He was still very sad that he had lost his child.
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I am with Penton and his supervisor. We are in some sort of grocery store and I do not know that I am dreaming. I join them i going on a lunch break. I do not know what was happening before, but I know that now we are eating with some Asian girl. We are talking to her about how she came back to England to see some people and that she is glad to get to come back and talk with them again. We all start talking to her and each other. We hink that it is awesome that she is able to meet who she wanted to again. It was probably family. We all talk about our backgrounds. Penton says that he too was an only child. In the dream he is married, and invites e over whenever we go back to chill with them, because he can cook food well. I ate a delicious whole mint pudding pie with oreo/chocolate on the outside. I also had some other food. From there we leave her be, because she is till waiting for someone, so we go and leave the eating area, which is in some sort of large grocery store. We follow one of the signs to a frozen meats department. I know this because of the sign. I then WILD into a lucid

I am back in high school again. Foor some reason my fourth grade teacher is now a High school teacher. She was teaching an advanced English class. I knew that it was weird for me to be attending this class because I had already graduated and went to college for a year. I didn't think of it at the time, but that was a moment when i should have RCed. Anyway, the teacher was teaching a bit too fast. we had an assignment that we all had to do which was reading passages and then writing something based on those passages.
I was seated in the third row. For some reason one of the assignments was somewhat of a talent show. I was able to sing a song very well, and I was able to get the d-bag student in the first row to be jealous of my mad skills. I noticed that he had the same wind up pocket watch as I had, except his was all broken up inside. He tried to break my watch but I didn't let him, and then I hit him. he began to cry.
Later on class was ending. I had not finished all of the assignment and I wasn't sure whether it was due that day or not. Two of the over achievers in the class said that they were going to come in after school to finish the assignment. They went to go eat lunch first. i decided that I didn't want to go in because aint nobody got time for that.

We went over to my moms house in Germany. She rented out a very large Van that was similar to an RV. we decided that we were going to have a really fun weekend. There was me and a few of my work friends that were there, as well as my sister. We ended up going to France by catching the train. When we all came back, my sister and I ended up sleeping inside of the house, while my two work friends stayed outside in the large RV. It turned out that the large RV was actually a spaceship, owned by Boba Fett. We had a lot of fun that day, we went around to many different stores, and went to a park. We bought lots of video games, and I could only find Yu-Gi-Oh cards, but I was looking for MTG Cards. I felt really sad at the end of it because I found out that my mom was trying to let us have a great weekend because she knew that she was probably going to not be around for much longer because her cancer came back.

I also am enrolled to a college, and move into the dorms. The college dorms have murals of different television shows all over the wall, and the welcoming commitee had large costumes. Right outside of the dorms there are carnival rides, as well as some people from the grade above me in high school.

Way back when I was about nine years old and before I learned easier ways to learn things in a so-called paranormal sense, I did try to understand whatever I read at a few levels. Regarding such things, there are always at least three or four layered elements which can be directly validated (thus eliminating chance for coincidence or “unintended” synchronicity) much like checking the product to a multiplication problem with division. Technically, even only one layer of my experiences and work would have been enough, but this, as I have said in the past, is an entire strata of fixed aspects, how the web is woven. And so, not only are there several visible links to everything that exists in a person’s life (for them to “unravel” it as they see fit), there are also several more sparse, more hidden links (perhaps even infinite), so much so, you could have probably called me “Face-Palm Boy” when it took me so long to “get” certain things, or perhaps more like “Slap-Forehead Boy” when I learned something I should have known already.

At least one ancestor of the non-native lines was of the Vaudois - also known as the Waldensians. This group used various codes and watermarks which developed into some forms of modern cryptography and even formation of the modern English language. Over the years, time and time again, I was completely baffled by the “veil” over people’s eyes that prevented them from understanding something as simple as the alphabet or letter frequency, and why people did not use the system to more often win games like Hangman and to solve cryptograms - people were actually getting angry with me when I almost always won Hangman, saying I was “cheating” (simply by understanding the English language alphabet and the patterns of letter usage), for some inexplicable reason, preferring to wallow in negativity than enhance their understanding of practically anything at all.

The earliest Vaudois code was in one of the earliest editions of the Bible (1535 - known as the Olivetan), which had a secret decryption: “Les Vaudois, peuple evangelique, ont mis ce thresor en publique”. Down through history, even the name “JESUS” was partially of a next consonant/next vowel code (jesus, kitat, LOVEV at row TWO, the additional V in part representing Vaudois (22 citations sur Vaudois), and the bottom half of the “heart gate” or “love gate” or whatever you want to call it) and do not forget “V” is the 22nd letter creating yet an additional “fold” over an already fixed pattern (two mirrored to two being the heart on the plane and yet again, from which V emerges from THAT pattern - it goes on and on continuously). Of course, twos mirrored bottom to bottom also make the start of the Fleur-de-lys (or a swan mirrored to its bottom and rotated).

Eventually, for a time, my dreams focused on the puzzle of the “K SEAL”, mostly because of it being in my first name (as previously shown, in the SIXTH row): claude, dmeafi, fniego, gpoihu, hquoja, jrquke, kseali. I wondered if it was about Claudius, which my father said was the one who “started” it all. After all, why would the Vaudois write about me long before I was born…that was until I learned that all patterns are fixed and repetitive and there is not much people can do to distract you from truth-seeking if you really want bliss and love in your life (and basically whatever you want) for as long as you live.

My dreams focused on a very large number of K Seal “explanations” (or “K Seal I” - I being the ninth letter and validating the pattern as genuine in this case). I will go over only a few of them here.

The most obvious one has a few layers. My first and middle name finally resolves to GPO I HUG PO VIRGO (the “K Seal” being central to slight alteration of the two last vowels from “vurgu”). Thus, my bride is met via the Post Office (GPO stands for General Post Office as well, which was the first term I saw when going out when my family moved to Florida). Virgo is the sixth sign to my ninth (Yin and Yang). (This is not astrology, but logistics in related patterns - I do not believe in astrology itself - it is apparently a distraction to hide truth from those who wish to attain the “real answers” through real consciousness rather than following a false “system”.) There is a cluster after that (The K Seal row) which resolves to “The key is VI”, VI being Roman numerals for six (and you probably already know about the “nine in six”, the IX of six being Roman for nine, with the S being another Yin/Yang form). My initials in Roman Numerals resolve to 250, and interestingly enough K is also said to represent 250. These patterns always perfectly “fold in on themselves” several times over, unlike single coincidental patterns that only have one layer.

And so, the song “Sealed With a Kiss” by Brian Hyland entered my dreams (Most of the music I hear rarely has an influence in this way). Coincidentally, he also did “Gypsy Woman” - but I no longer care much for the term “gypsy” from learning that many real Roma do not like this term, although my wife is neutral about it. Regarding “sealed with a kiss”, this is what you say when you write a letter to one you love, but also can be written as an “X”, which represents St. Andrew’s cross. Thus, I figured that the “K Seal”, other than standing for kiss, was meant to be a reference to the St. Andrew’s cross (Crux decussata), for a time (in a spiritual sense).

Over time, I found all kinds of funny patterns relating to the “K Seal”. The letter “K” itself when placed with “3” makes the rotated “heart on the plane” symbol and “K” itself being half the master number (being the eleventh letter). Not only that, it also forms the suggestion of a shape of an envelope when rotated ninety degrees to the left (and you seal an envelope). Sure enough, I saw that the “Do K3” was designed by one Claude (Claudius) Dornier - thus he found his own higher path in life - literally, I guess. I never found a single thing that did not fit, even from several layers outward - something to this day I still appreciate.

The real K seal turns out to not be letter “k” at all, but to be a combination of I and C in such a way as it makes a “k” - this being from an old watermark. The seal is for “Iesous Christos”, interestingly enough. So, the “K seal” watermark is another symbol for Christ (I am not Christian).

Regardless of the hilarious fact that “K-Seal” has been “demoted” to a type of car leak repair (supposedly the best in this region) - my dreams were quite hilarious on this one, I simply heard the Beatles song “Fixing a Hole”. Thanks for reading.

My memory is that all these snippets of memory are more connected than they appear, I just don't remember the details very well. typical dreams eh?
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I am playing the sims, an advanced version with first person controls, I'm in a cal-de-sac, with houses lining the road on both sides of the street.
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I am looking through my old yugioh cards, specificly for the card, "Hungry Burger" for some reason. I can't seem to find it, but I do find maybe five to seven that I don't recognise that remind me of parasites. They don't do anything but damage you while in play, so there would be no reason to use them.
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I am in a black robe on a sunny day, two other figures in robes are with me. I am confused, but I know the other figures are friendly. we are walking towards a walmart building for some reason. I remove my hood. after some hesitation, the other figures do the same, I don't remember who they were, but I recognized them.
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I am at the college I go to. I am with an online friend, Eon. we are planning on meeting up with nomad (this was not planned out beforehand) we enter one of the buildings on campus, and after walking through the halls for a short time, I find him in one of the rooms. Eon goes out of sight for a few minutes, but we catch up to her, she is near the entrance. Nomad looks like exactly like my current roomate, though I don't notice this as odd, and Eon is a shorter, skinny blonde girl with hair so curly I would almost call it frizzy. As we walk back outside, Eon asks nomad out of the blue if she can join the shared dreaming group. I start to object, thinking it is a bad idea, but realize it's not my decision. I don't remember nomad's answer. we walk outside. nomad and eon teleport some distance in front of me. I am stunned, still thinking i'm in reality. I run up to them, jump and catch the back of nomad's neck in the crook of my elbow, though he doesn't move an inch and continues walking. I exclaim, "You teleported!" still not quite believing it. nomad gives me a sly look, a thumbs up, and I realize I should probably do a reality check. I try doing a hands free one that I don't really practice in reality. It passes, as if I was awake, I look up and everything is getting destablized, like, really badly. then I wake up.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/nap.

Dream 1(fragment):

There was something about decisions and clans.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was updating dreaming competition and seen that somebody posted a dream about akashicverse.

Dream 3(fragment):

An illustrated game on one of forums got updated and i was reading it.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was chatting with dragons on skype and then followed some link where i started watching somebody drawing. He was drawing some weird house and i didn't noticed as i somehow was together with artist now. I continue watching and i feel that i am dreaming, artist suddenly reacts to that and asks what i would suggest that should be added to that picture, which now looked like some sort of abandoned house. For some reason i think graffiti would be fitting for abandoned place like that so i tell him and he agrees that it would be perfect and starts adding, i then realize that i need to go for goals and stuff, but dream starts destabilizing and artists tries to help me stay in dream telling that i should not move but i wake up shortly and go through some HH.

fell asleep something around 23:20 and woke up at 6:40 by my alarm clock

Dream I remember last I think something around 5 minutes, I was at school and teacher said we are going to write a test, I realised I am not sitting at my regular place but it did not bother me, then I wanted to pull out paper from my bag, but there was no blank paper, all of them was full of some text, then I realized I have only blank papers in my bag and in this moment I realized I am dreaming... I stood up a started to look around me and then I heard some sound, it was like background sound, it was not very loud then I realized it is my alarm clock... I was trying to say something (possibly swear) and then I woke up.

This was a very long, somewhat strange, but overall cool dream.

The first thing I remember is that I was at a restaurant with some random person who was apparently my best friend. Anyways, it was then strange because a waiter then came and handed each of us a card that simply said 'Delta' on it. However, I had apparently been waiting for this moment, because I then let out a loud "WHOOHOO!" and immediately ran outside from joy.

In the dream, this card meant I had been accepted to Delta Force, and I would soon be getting some super duper awesome mission to go on. From here, I don't remember exactly how my mission was assigned to me (phone call, email, man in black, whatever) but I remember the mission being that my buddy and I had to arrest general Burnside (who was apparently back from the dead as the Civil War was over 100 years ago), due to his poor combat performance during the Civil War.

I remember then that I was all suited up to go and my buddy and I (in broad daylight for some reason, in a populated urban center) proceeded to 'sneak' up on his car. With M4's at the ready, we demanded his surrender, but he took off on us. We chased after him on foot, and I can remember that I told my friend to hold his fire, as there were civilians in the kill zone we did not want to hit.

We eventually cornered Burnside in a grocery store parking lot, and just as he was getting away in a stolen car, I managed to shoot out his tires with my pistol. I don't remember how events proceeded from there, but the next thing I remember is reading the newspaper and seeing the headline "General Burnside Still at Large, Wrong Prisoner Taken". I could not believe this news, as the man we had caught looked EXACTLY like Burnside. However, I then received info that intelligence had been incorrect, and Burnside had apparently changed appearance quite a bit since the Civil War

From there, I can't remember if the dream went on or not, but it was a very cool mission, and getting to be a member of Delta Force was very awesome. It felt SO BOSS when I was running around at top speed with all my gear chasing down the general.

I'm at a random house which is suppose to be my Uncle and Auntie B&R's house. I've moved in and living with them.

I'm at the table and I feel a touch from someone around my crouch area. I look under the table and that someone is playing footsies with me. I don't know who is doing it, but it's a turn on. I think it's someones mother that is doing it?[/B] [B]I think to myself, this is definitely flirting and I want to capsulize on it. I don't see anyone around so I pull my cock out of my pants and start to imagine her pulling me off. I'm full blown horny around this point. I look through a window and notice a man looking slightly to the side of me. He's wearing glasses, which makes it hard to tell if he was looking in my direction. I feel embarrassed that he probably caught me pulling. I now see another man looking through another window, staring right at me. He's also wearing glasses, which are aviators.

R&B are back from shopping. I head back outside and I see a massive pool which is filled with ducks and birds. I have food with me, and throw them pieces of carrot. The ducks go straight for the carrot but as they try it, they quickly spit it out. I see a duck which is bigger than a normal duck. It's looking a little deformed, as it's laying on its back, looking like it's doing a sit up. I knew about a turtle which was in the pool and I see it coming towards my way at a decent speed. It launches itself out of the pool not too far from me. It doesn't look like a turtle, it looks like a small similar to an elephant but deformed looking. I see loose skin drooping down from it's chin area. It walks towards me and throws me in the pool, taking me for a ride at high speeds. It doesn't take long to get to the other side of the pool. He drops me off beside the pool.

I'm back inside the house and I tell my brother and R&B about my experience in the pool.

Bruce asks me if I'm able to purchase another news paper each day, because he keeps forgetting to take it with him when he goes out, and want's one that stays in the car at all times. I tell him it's a waste of money and to try and remember to bring it with him. I start to think to myself, how much a paper is. I think it's over $2 but then remember it's like $1.80. I walk over to an oven where Rita is cooking something. Someone offers me some food, and I check the label for gluten. It's peanuts which don't have gluten in them, but this brand did.

Entry 2/2

I stay still for DEILD, although my leg feels uncomfortable.

DEILD: The very first moments are a bit vague, but the next thing I know, I am in what looks like the desert (I don't fully realize this yet, just acknowledge I am in). There are a number of DCs randomly walking around and I take some time to feel comfortable in the scene. I notice a jade colored large crystal in the sand, pick it up and remark how beautiful it is. There are more crystals now and in the midst of them I find the most amazing piece (fist size) I have ever seen. It has a variety of bright colors and really interesting structure.

The sun is shining brightly and the whole scene is super vivid too. As I keep staring at the crystal I get the feeling that it is about to change, so move my eyes away. There is a DC guy nearby and I comment on the beauty of the crystal, then look at my hand again. I am now holding several pieces of smaller gemstones, deep colors of blue and green. I address the DC and ask him for advice. I really wish I could take those gemstones with me, can he tell me how to do that. I clasp my fist as tightly as possible to hold on to the crystals.

I look around and examine the surroundings. I remember I wanted to do TOTY and briefly wonder if there might be something suitable here. The sky is deep blue, the sun is shining and there is sand in every direction. Finally, it dawns on me that the Egypt task could fit here (although I haven't reviewed it in a while). I think about the pyramids and get the pyramids plus sphinx complex but very far in the distance. It's more like a single clearly distinguishable pyramid and the sphinx in front of it. Anyways, I think it's too far so decide to get another sphinx somewhere nearby. I do my looking for object subcon summon - look from left to right with a bit less focus, scanning the surroundings and expecting to spot the desired object (quite similar to looking for something lost at home).

My mind begins to make the scene more Egyptian now. A few palms appear in the distance, (I only notice them vaguely), Egyptian statues and a number of small sphinx-like statues. One catches my attention (it's one of those winged sphinxes) and I decide that will be it. Part of it is missing. I briefly remember about the nose. Then I see a light beige to albino lion, very beautiful but kind of scary. I am thinking it looks less friendlier than tigers. I try to ignore it and get on the sphinx statue which is about the size of a pony. In the meantime, I notice that I am still holding my fist tight and continue to do so. The lion comes closer and I try to start the sphinx statue to move (forgetting about the nose), but instead it only rocks back and forth like those spring rockers for a while, then the dream fades.

I try to DEILD once again, but the same leg position is terribly uncomfortable now. My fist is tightly clenched and I slowly open it, with the childish hope that I was able to bring those beautiful crystals back with me.

Entry 1/2

Pre bed: 3mg mel, wbtb: 1/2 latte

DILD+: I've got the impression that I deilded two times after dream fade, got into the same place with the first deild, but my memory is really messed up, so putting this as one ld.

I am on the porch of this place the way it used to look years ago. I am staring ahead of me, as if trying to figure out if I am in the dream. I confirm it feels like a dream, then turn around to go towards the yard, but the porch is very high and there is a steep slope just below it, so not very convenient for a jump. I decide to take the stairs and go down one level. Notice some details of the house and get a mix of memories that seem to change the place. I am now on the lower level of the yard and see a very long truck that carries some sort of long metal wires. Random thoughts arise about there being a construction site in the proximity and how they have ruined the place and I almost lose lucidity.

Ignoring the truck, I continue on my way, this time trying to climb to the upper level of the yard using some sort of a morphing ladder. This time, I decide to experiment and see if I can stretch my hands like Mr. Fantastic as I am holding on to the ladder or whatever it is now. My hands stretch somewhat, but it is the ladder thing that stretches the most. The whole thing becomes a flexible rubbery substance that is being dragged down like a curtain, as I clench onto it.

Still hanging in the air, holding on to it, the next idea that comes to my mind is that I actually want to climb it like a cat (i.e. with claws) or even better, why not make the surface of my fingers just stick to the ladder. I am midair holding myself by clawing on the surface of the ex-ladder, trying to smoothly let go and just allow my fingers to stick to the surface, but feel that I am about to fall. Then, subconsciously apply some sort of mini- vacuum effect with my fingers, that makes the ladder stick to my fingertips. There is a thin indigo energy layer around and behind my fingers as I look at them.

I finally climb to the upper level. There is some sort of long white board on which I decide to do random acrobatic tricks I can't exactly recall in detail. Then I remember reading on DV that someone used a certain tech to fly and decide to try it out. It consists of putting your hands on the ground and launching yourself by applying pressure to it (Man of Steel). I try to do that and feel some pressure, but can't take off.

I turn around and acknowledge the greenery which reminds me it may be good for the Wall of China. I look around, thinking about the wall, but only get a couple of Asian/Buddhist statues made of ebony among the trees ahead of me. Maybe I need a little bit of motivation for the task, so I start singing a Chinese tune to help me out. It echoes loudly around me, but the dream slowly fades.

BG Info:When I say "lucid" in my dream, I meant "to have control of my dream". Blue, bold text symbolizes the part of my dream that I was lucid, green symbolizes weak-lucidity, and normal text symbolizes normal dreaming.
Dream Start-
I started off in the Cafe (A, located in the "C" building) in my high school building. I attempted to sit at a table of mostly girls, one being Taylor, a student in my Spanish class. There appeared to be no more seats available, as Taylor had been sitting in a chair, as opposed to the booth, so I decided to grab a chair and sit on the left of Taylor, which had little room. She then told me to move to her right instead, and I did. I sat back in my seat, and immediately was teleported to the "A" building of the school, and I trying not to be late for my history class. I ran outside through one of the side exits, to what seemed as a fire drill inprogress. I then began to run to the
"C" building. Once I reached a side entrance, some students said to me, "You're going to be late." Upon hearing their statements, I became worried. I teleported in front of the school (in a parking lot with two restaurants; Applebee's being one). I began to remember my danger of being late to my history class, and I hear my history teacher's voice, seemingly coming from the Applebee's. I ran into the restaurant, dodging through the normal obstacles, and my teacher's voice became louder. I made my way out, after reaching the center, and teleported inside the school bus I usually ride. I was sitting towards the back, which was unusual. I heard two girls conversating about Taylor, but I can't remember what it was about. I looked at the girl in front of me, who was Michelle (girl I used to like), and I jokingly said to her "Nooo, I will [save?] you, Taylor!" They began laughing, and I sat back and "knew" they had disappeared. I stood up, and realized that I was dreaming, and I said, pointing to a window a few seats away from me, "This is a dream! See; watch!" I then thought to myself "I should become lucid." And I started to envision the window and frame cracking. It did nothing. I then looked outside, to my right, and imagined the street/asphalt lifting and cracking, but to no avail. I said to myself, "If this is not a dream, how did I get here?" I couldn't remember, and gave up. I saw and heard Brandon (a student; senior) talking with someone about movies, which he had with him (DVDs). As the bus turned a corner, Jovanni (my friend) came into view behind us, and I heard him say, in funny voice, "....the bus, yoooooou..." I laughed, and teleported to a store, in front of candy. I seemed to be looking for chocolate, M&M-looking candy. I squatted and found an unlabeled bag of it, and squeezed one of the candies, and said to myself "Not the right one." I stood up and looked at an employe, who was wearing a blues shirt and black pants. I then teleported to another part of the store, and found more candy.
Dream End.

I'm viewing this dream partially from outside. I don't have a role in the dream, it is as if I'm a ghost looking into someone else's life.

The dream revolves around this one special truck, that has a compartment inside of it so big, the owner had turned it into a bedroom.

Anyway, later on a fat guy with tattoos and brown curly hair comes by and wants to just take the truck after he had taken a look at it. Now, the truck was parked outside of a house in what appeared to be the middle of some desert. The owner of the house was apparently also the owner of the truck and he wouldn't allow for.the truck to just be taken away.

Mr. tattoo still wanted it and agreed to fight the owner for it. After this a lot of stuff happened which I can't remember so well.

At some point I'm myself and I'm standing on I think the second floor of cinema with my sister, about to witness the fight between the two guys. On one floor lower the family and friends of the house owner have assembled and as some sort of ritual he throws shotglasses at them before fighting.

My memory of the dream stops here.

So, I'm at this theme park with my dad and we're somewhere at the back of the park, where there are a series of small hedges, parallel to each other, lined up in front of us. They all have a small hole in the middle, just big enough to crawl through, so me and my dad crawl through them until we reach the end, which is simply somewhere outside of the theme park. I say to him that It's ridiculous to make something like that, because everyone can get in the theme park this way without paying.

Regardless, we walk on into an area with quite some trees and a lot of vacation houses and my dad warned me to be careful, because small landslides had been occurring here lately. I tell him I won't fall prey to a landslide like others because I have studied this phenomenon in engineering school. He smiles and we continue walking.

After this point my memory of the dream stops.