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Okay this one is kind of weird. I was in a mall that had a museum of dinosaurs and an aquarium. I had just got out of the rain, it was raining, no it was pouring so hard in the beginning of my dream that the water hit the ground like a small bomb, people were running. I was with a class of girls but then split up into the mall. I was in the the middle of the mall, between where people walk and they have vendors. I came upon this machine that had stuffed animals in it when I noticed there was a Chinese baby girl in the grabber machine and immediately freaked out. I tried to get other people to look one other person was with me and was helping me try to get the baby out of the machine. At first I had a quarter and decided to use it on the machine and it flew into the machine without any force. Then I thought, "I can't get the baby out that way!" and then opened the side of the machine with the latch. Some person came up to me and asked me if I was the manager because what I was doing was against store policy. I just said "there is a baby in the machine for crying out loud!" I was worried because it looked dead, but then I noticed it was breathing. I gently but hastily pulled the baby out of the machine and it awoke. I felt better, Like I saved the day but then my dream started to make me think it was my baby and imprinted a fear of dressing it, trying to care for it. I was just glad it was okay though.

07-17-2013 [Long, detailed, and fun. Sometimes I love my dreams.] I seem to be doing some sort of mystery shop at Circle K, and it seems to involve buying a slurpee which is poured into a cone-shaped cup. The problem is, the slurpee almost immediately freezes solid, making it impossible to drink, while at the same time it somehow slips out of the bottom of the cup, leaving the customer to only get a sip or two before it is gone. I go to get a refill, but they jump all over me, telling me that isn't allowed, which annoys me, as I want more of the green apple slurpee. Instead they throw me out, and I am thinking they're going to get a very bad report this time.

I stalk back to my car, past some guys on a football field, and as I reach it, I find that I have been working security with Pedus again, and for some reason was using one of the furry bomber jackets as a sort of a car bra, but large parts of it have been ripped off. I find one of the nearest football players with a couple of pieces of it, and he grins kind of sheepishly and gives those pieces back to me, but one of the other players has more pieces, and he refuses to give them back. I notice he is wearing a Boone High School jersey, and figure I'll try to report him to the school to see if they can do anything about it, but then I glance at some of the other jerseys, and at least four teams are represented here.

I ask who's playing, and one of the ruder players explains that the season is over, nobody is playing, they are just celebrating the end of the season ... and I'd better get out of there if I know what's good for me. I back off and start moving toward my car, but then all the cheerleaders start pulling off their uniforms, and underneath they all have body paint in team colors that do nothing to really hide their jutting nipples and neatly trimmed pussies. I enjoy a nice look as I slowly climb into my car and start to drive away.

I seem to be driving somewhere further south on a mystery shopping trip, down around West Palm Beach or maybe Lauderdale. I'm trying to figure the best route to get home, or maybe to my next shop, just driving along making turns, but things start to slowly change. The busy highway is turning more and more to a wooded path. The car is turning more to a horse, and then to me walking along the path, as things start to greatly resemble a generic fantasy novel.

Soon I find myself facing a Confucius-like Oriental wise man who is telling me to guide my thoughts, and to go backward to go forward, so I turn around and head back down the path I'd been on, looking for others involved in my quest that I might be able to help. I come across a guy who is working to fill a very tiny chest with 'valuable silver' (actually just quarters and fifty-cent pieces) and I am really not impressed with the treasure. The tiny chest is maybe 4" x 8" X 1" and I was expecting it to be more like 6" deep, and filled with gold, rather than fake silver. With such a small chest and such limited content I am thinking the 'treasure' is rather worthless, but they assure me it is still enough for the bad guys to kill us over, and send me on my way.

Soon, while walking through the woods, I come across a sexy young Oriental fighter who is on my team, and turns out to be the daughter of the wise man, though she isn't sure she believes he is all that wise. As I am talking to both of them, my very nice, very sturdy hiking boots kind of dissolve off of my feet, and I find myself standing next to a very beat up pair of leather sandals that most closely resemble a pair of flip flops. They seem to expect me to be upset about this, but I try to tell myself there might be a reason for this, and just slide on my new (to me) sandals. My acceptance seems to impress them.

There is some sort of very handsome but powerful beast that suddenly turns violent, but thankfully it mostly seems to ignore me, and attack the bad guys. Soon I am 'told' to concentrate strongly on a number, something like 4,600 or 46,000, in my mind, and it turns out we are passing someone or something that can read minds, but if I only seem to be thinking about the 'inventory' we are carrying in our merchant disguise, they won't have reason to press any deeper in my mind.

I am carrying only a very small box, and am acting sort of weak and unimpressive, but they tell me to act strong, but like dumb muscle. So I approach somebody struggling with a larger box and swap with him, then a yet larger crate, and a few moments later, I take over the lifting and pulling of a fairly large cart loaded down with huge logs, really showing my strength as I pull it up the hill to the city we're infiltrating. It has a sort of Pirates of the Caribbean vibe to it, with lots of wild folks running around the place, carousing.

Though it is not Pirates, there is a slight hint of 'jumping' the cart/boat into a slightly different 'flume' that takes me closer to where I want to go, but that sense soon vanishes. I drop off my huge load, and am paid a $5 bill, and trying to play my part, I try to act proud and excited to have 'so much' money, ready to defend myself against others who might want to steal my pittance, while laughing inside about the whole farce and just carrying on.

Now we are carrying much smaller, more valuable cargo to show to the big wigs. I think I am carrying a small but valuable snack cake, something like caviar or truffles, but a decadent dessert. The person next to me has something like compressed apples or something, really good stuff, but the big wigs are ignoring us and acting like we and our products are nothing, and nobody is buying anything. This is really annoying the guy next to me, and he suddenly throws one of his compressed apples into the water, where it causes a huge blast and shows just how good an explosive it is. He's thinking that'll teach them not to ignore us, but I just think it'll make them mad. I'm right, and soon we're all being chased again!

07-16-2013 -- I am at the Hickory house, but it is present day. I was inside, but was being kind of hassled by mom, so I headed outside to take a nap in my car. Except for some reason I end up laying on the ground outside my car where I can look under it and see the rest of the yard. My sister is leaving along with an attractive friend of hers, and I find myself watching the attractive legs while they leave.

A little boy (don't know who he is) comes over and tells me that my mom said for me to get inside. Rather than have any fights about it, I get up and head to my first bedroom, and try to go to sleep, but the door lock doesn't work, and the kid follows me into the room, and keeps bugging me about stuff. Soon he is in my closet, going through my junk, and really starting to bug me.

His mom comes in, and she is a very attractive blonde, though I can't quite place her. (I realize later that it is River Song, but I don't recognize her because her hair is a lot less frizzy than usual.) She seems to be berating the kid about going through my stuff, but it turns out to be much more about berating me. She has the kid pulling out two keyboards from my closet (one I really once had, a small one that was about two octaves short of a full keyboard, and the other full-size) and she somehow starts to push them out a door in the second floor of my room, which until this moment never had a second floor. She claims it was always there, and I just never noticed it before ... suggests that if I don't believe her, I should just ask my roommate Randy (Marcos house).

I am trying to get my keyboards back, so I kind of chase them out of the room and the house, and over to a mall-like area. River continues to berate me, complaining that I don't care about anybody, not even my relatives, and claims that, a few weeks ago when I met David Tennant and Matt Smith I jostled a relative aside as I was getting a picture with them. (In my defense, I would like to point out it was a relative that I didn't even know I had, and I only jostled them accidentally.)

I tell her I don't know what she is talking about, and she proceeds to tell me she is going to send me back in time to 1969 so I can change some things. I say I think she means 1976 (because in this dream '69 and '76 are easy to confuse for some reason), because I have often imagined going back in time to when I was 7 years old and living my life over again to do things better, and try to fix a few big mistakes in the world, if I could, at the same time.

So somehow River sends me back in time, merging me with my younger self two or three times, and it is very hectic and rather crazy. This part of the dream comes across largely as a chase dream, sometimes being chased by people and creatures, sometimes being the one doing the chasing. Parts of it involve government agent Diane Fornell (NCIS) getting caught in a sting operation, and the crooks removing her arms and legs when they catch her, in a sort of flashback to a dream last night where Neville Longbottom was talking about the same thing. Now missing her legs, Diane turns out to be the relative that I bumped and didn't recognize. Turns out she was a big fan of mine, and my not recognizing her sent her over the edge into depression.

Somehow the crooks have caught me and done something to me that forces me into a regeneration, and in the process I grab Diane and hug her, and share my regenerative energy with her, somehow causing her missing limbs to regrow, as I also hug and kiss Abby Scuitto, who it seems I am becoming an item with. [And in two or three dreams in just a few days. Weird.] Meanwhile, I regenerate into the 12th Doctor, but somehow in the three times that I relived my life, I changed parts of history. David Tennant turned out not to be available right at the start of the 9th Doctor's regeneration, so Catherine Tate ended up being the 10th Doctor, and David ended up being her companion for a season, and eventually becoming a somewhat twisted version of the Doctor Donna.

So I am now the 12th Doctor, and I find myself in the middle of the bad sting operation that cost Diane her limbs, but I continue going through and changing the timeline again and again, making a small change here, a small change there, so that when the head crook tells his 20 or so goons to remove her limbs, every single one of them has been replaced with government agents, all of whom turn their guns on the head crook, avoiding Diane ever having her limbs removed in the first place. Decent beginning to my new regeneration, and something screwy enough that what's his name might have actually written it!

07-16-2013 -- Somehow I am with dad in his truck, driving up and down an air field in between the planes landing. The landing strip is kind of narrow, wide enough to hold the plane body, but the wings extend out over the grass on either side, and it is on that grass strip that we are driving, hence the need to do it in between planes. There are a couple planes that are missing the runway and crashing and burning, and oddly, a plane with the Adobe logo on the tail which is flying around trying to spy on people who might be pirating Adobe products.

Soon I find myself at home with mom. There is a paper kite that was designed and printed out in Illustrator lying on the ground, and we are somehow printing out these odd little plastic ID labels directly from the printer. Very strange stuff.

I have a friend (or perhaps a frenemy) who seems to be developing a new power and can cause their fingers to produce flames. I do the same. As I start to wonder if they can do some of the other things that I can do with my strange dream powers, they hesitantly start to rise in the air and start to fly. I do the same, but a lot more skillfully, because I have been doing it longer. I wonder if they realize this is a dream, like I do, but before I get the chance to ask them, things start to heat up.

More and more people around us are suddenly starting to develop these hero powers, and as we do, we are being approached by government agencies who are threatening us with imprisonment and experimentation if we do not join their particular agencies, and they are getting more and more threatening about it. Things are getting really tense, and the situation is bad enough that Martha Jones calls for the Doctor, even though he only just left her, and thankfully he hears her and returns to help calm the situation down.

Somehow I end up flying above the TARDIS, which has no ceiling, looking down on a wild maze of rooms where I can see all eleven Doctors and dozens of companions running about. It seems that all times are concurrent within the TARDIS. Interesting. Meanwhile, I spot a personally autographed copy of No Coins, Please which was dedicated to the Doctor because at one point he saved Gordon's life, and I just find that to be amazingly cool!

07-19-2013 -- [I don't usually have nightmares, but I sure did, last night. And it was in multi-part. I would wake up, then drift back to sleep and be back in the same dream, with the same root causes, but each time things escalated.] Somehow I went back to work at Hewitt. There were some people there who liked me and wanted to give me another chance, even though I don't have a voice, and so couldn't speak on the phone. Instead they had me doing desk work, processing paperwork or something like that. Even so, some of the bigwigs don't like me.

In the dream I carried around a big backpack filled with books to read (including a large hardcover book with something like six sci-fi/fantasy novels in a series printed small in the big omnibus edition, several bags of balloons, my dream notebook, possibly my notebook computer. Fairly big pile of stuff.) The employer was Hewitt, and most of the people worked on phones in a call center environment, but the building is one I have often dreamed I worked security in, based on the TAMS building in Tustin, with staircases leading upstairs in two separate parts of the building leading to two separate upstairs areas that don't connect. And the huge warehouse area in the middle is far more JC Penney than what the TAMS building had.

Earlier parts are somewhat generic and sketchy, but one part is in an outdoor section, where people are working in cubicals outside, which makes no sense whatsoever. But for some reason I am allowed to set up a small tent to work in when there is room. Unfortunately, the place I usually set up this tent is now overflowing with tables and booths in a kind of job fair, and I am having to look around to try and figure out somewhere to set up my tent, just to come to accept that today there is nowhere I can set it up. This doesn't stop one guy from coming up to me and asking what the heck the tent is about, anyway, and who do I think I am, and why am I allowed this special treatment?

I have to go and sit at my usual cubical, working with the friendly, young, Hispanic guy that I really shared a cubical with at Hewitt, even if after six or seven years I can no longer remember his name. But with the job fair going on, they aren't bringing any of the usual paperwork around, so I don't really have anything to do, and am pretty much wasting the day sitting around and talking. Eventually one of the managers who doesn't like me comes over and gives me an assignment to take something to the other side of the building and deliver it there, and I have no problem in doing so, though I am not too happy with her attitude.

When I come back, I find the delivery was a ruse to get me out of the area so she could gather up my backpack/box, my computer, and anything and everything else of mine that might be in the cubical. This angers me. Not to going through my stuff, that is covered by company policy, and I can see the point of it, but the going behind my stuff behind my back, without even letting me know they are doing it. I realise that some of the bigwigs who don't like me have decided it is time to get rid of me, and are looking for a reason to fire me, but I don't care. To me, this behavior is beyond the pale, and I am ready to quit on the spot because of it, regardless of whether this is giving them just what they want. I ask around to find out just where she works, and I am told she is in the Obamacare department, and am given vague directions to it. Great ... Obamacare ... so this is probably something political. This just gets worse and worse.

As I am searching the building, looking for her desk or office, it seems more like Sears in the Buena Park Mall, in the layout and where the elevators are located. It takes a fair amount of looking, but I eventually find her. She's got all my stuff there and is going through it, and I start grabbing parts of it from her hands and my bag/box, and sorting through the stuff that is mine, and the stuff that belongs to the company, but that I have use of, seperating them out. At the same time I am lecturing her about the sneaky way she went about all this, telling her that if she had just told me they were going to search my stuff and had me present for it, I would not have had any complaints, but this is bullcrap.

Meanwhile, I am pulling bag after bag of balloons out of my bag, and dumping them on her desk. Though it makes no sense, for some reason they have been providing me with balloons, and I am giving them back. Then it turns into bags and bags of potato chips, snack cakes and chocolate that belong to the company, and that I never put there. I have to assume she was putting them in there to frame me, giving her a reason to fire me. I don't give her the chance, as I dump all the stuff on her desk, telling her I quit! She says I can't quit, because she is in the process of firing me, and I tell her too late, I already did. I find an extra check in my bag, and figure if it is my final check, I'll keep it, but it turns out to be somebody else's check, so I toss it on her desk, also.

Now that everything in my bag/back pack is really mine, I gather it all up, and am ready to leave the building, but she orders me to use the warehouse exit, rather than any of the other ways out of the building, and I don't know why. But as I am walking through the warehouse, some of the workers are calling out to me, distracting me, and driving fork lifts and things close to me, and in the process I set down my bag and dodge some stuff, and when I go back to where my bag was, it is gone. I now realize she wanted me to exit through the warehouse so she could have somebody in the warehouse steal my stuff. I don't get why, but I am not happy about it.

[It was about this point that I woke up and fell back asleep for the first time.] I storm back into the office and start trying to find her, but now she is hiding from me, and has made her cubical look almost identical to everybody elses. So I am looking and looking, but having no luck in finding it. I keep asking around for where her cubical is, and a few people try to point me in the right direction, but most are unhelpful, realising that I am on the outs with management, now. Eventually, when I reach the point that I am right next to it, a big worker who looks a lot like Sam on NCIS LA is very insulting, and points me at the cubical I am standing next to, and I am finally able to confront her again.

She denies everything, tries to claim I probably just mislaid my backpack, or maybe didn't even have one to begin with. She says she planned nothing, she doesn't believe me, and that I am just trying to stir up troubles. But a couple of the more honest employees back me up, at least in part. One points out that 'Sam', who is carrying a fantasy anthology, hates reading, and they know they have seen me with that book in my possession for any number of weeks. But she refuses to listen to anything, claiming that, at worst, I misplaced my bag in the warehouse, and am making wild accusations against good people to stir up trouble.

So I am back in the warehouse, looking around for my bag (it is kind of like a huge yellow duffle bag of the style (but not color) that soldiers or seamen use), but now much more of the warehouse staff is against me, and more and more I find myself involved in slightly dangerous near misses with warehouse equipment which is where it shouldn't be. Stuff that isn't really all that dangerous, but kind of threatening, like they are trying to warn me off. But I keep looking around, and one of the guys finally gets angry enough to get more serious. It seems like there are two 'levels' to this warehouse, and he is somehow driving a forklift on the second level. These aren't floors, that would make sense, but not be dangerous. Instead it is like a second level about fifteen feet above the first that is formed from catwalks and the like. Stuff that is there, but isn't super sturdy.

Anyway, there are some racks of pipes, the kind and size that they sometimes install along the street, segments perhaps 12 feet long and about a foot in diameter, and lots of these pipes are stacked up together, and one of them drives a forklift out on to this rack of pipes so that they break out of the rack and start to rain down around me. Worse, the forklift no longer has a sturdy base, so it is plunging down on top of me, as well. While this is not a nightmare yet, it is getting more and more serious, and I end up laying flat on the ground while the forklift comes to a stop about six inches above me. Getting close enough to truly be dangerous!

[Somewhere around here is when I woke up for the second time, then fell back to sleep.] I am soon stalking through the building, looking for the supervisor who started all this again, and she is still hiding, so it takes a lot of time and effort. By this point I am determined I am getting paid for the (at this point turning into two days) time that I am spending looking for my stuff which they have stolen from me. I finally find her and start to berate her about the latest attacks, and she tries to categorically deny everything, saying there is no way such a thing almost happened, just to have one of the employees not under her thumb come up and say "Oh no, so-and-so did dump his forklift down a load of pipes. We were wondering why he had been so stupid," so again, I had witnesses backing me up.

Suddenly she stops for a moment, and seems to remember something. She tells me that the black high school around the corner was off yesterday and is off today, and maybe some of them have seen something, and can help me to find my stuff. She is very insistant that I go ask them about it, and is telling me what to say to them, giving me a quote in a foreign language, though I am not sure if it is in French or Spanish. Anyway, she keeps repeating it over and over again until I actually write it down. About that time, my friend Carl, who neither of us saw standing there, steps out and verbally tears her a new one. He may have even physically attacked her slightly, ranting about what kind of a horrible person was she? I say something like "Let me guess ... what she was telling me to say was a horrible insult that would get me killed if I said it to the students at the school? Did you really think I was dumb enough that I would ask what you told me to, without first getting a trusted translation?"

I explain that I now have actual evidence that she is trying to kill me, waving the paper [in real life, my handwriting, no help, but in the dream it seemed it would work as evidence], and now she is going to be in so much more trouble. I angrily stalk off into the warehouse to continue looking for my bag. Problem is, now she knows she made a mistake, and the kid gloves are off. There are at least three or four of the warehouse workers now trying to kill me, and I am being chased by workers using all kinds of equipment.

When I try to duck into the racks of stuff and climb a little to get out of range, the kinds of cranes that work on ships or airplanes, the elevated ones that move around on two parallel tracks, are being used to chase me around and try to crush my head if I don't stay low enough to be in range of the forklifts. For a good ten or fifteen minutes, I am running around, fleeing for my life as there are constant near misses, screaming for help, but because of the no voice thing, nobody can hear me.

Finally I have made it near the edge of the warehouse, back by where the office area starts again, and pursuit dies off as I run into Carl, who has seen the last little bit of it, and is horrified that they are trying to kill me. That's when I woke for the final time, almost hyperventilating from all the running I'd been doing in the dream.

Yay first DJ entry.

Alright, so, first, me and TF2 Scout and TF2 Engineer were all planning to go to a bookstore. Then suddenly Engie stopped existing for a while and Scout and I were right outside the door of this weird empty building.
We went inside and found that it was a large warehouse type place that for some reason reminded me of a stereotypical grocery store. There was large pile of rubble right inside, on which the Demoman was standing. He was all like, "Meh." then floated up a few feet and disappeared.
Nothing happened for a moment, then the lighting turned pinkish red and giant pairs of bikini-clad, disembodied, glowing, jiggling boobs appeared and Scout and I started spaz dancing. Soon, Engie started existing again when all three of us appeared in the bookstore.
We browsed the aisles for a few minutes, then we were suddenly tiny and running across my bed with my sleeping self in the background. Scout and Engie faded away, leaving me to run on my own. Soon, I reached the edge of my bed. I stood on the edge and did a kamehameha and woke up.

Ever since dropping out University this feeling has been in some of my dreams.

My Landlord was teaching us and it was a 5 week assignment with 4 others looming. I can't learn it because he wouldn't tell me what I needed to know. "What did they have to learn to reach this point? I'm falling behind all you got to do is tell me what we are doing!" It felt like the rest of my life was doomed. No future, Social life 0 due to status... it's like an epithany that doesn't make sense. Did I make the right choice? I wish I'd chosen work experience when I had the option.

These dreams took place over the course of the last week.
Recall has fluctuated a lot.
L.K means the K-th dream on day L.

1.1
I am sitting in my high school AP Gov class, debating a book's usage of a Ben Franklin quote. I don't remember the quote itself. Maybe the exact quote was never actually in the dream, but only the concept that a Ben Franklin quote was just read aloud. I said that the usage couldn't have been what Franklin intended, since "America's founding was based on Athenian democracy." I asked the teacher, who was the one who actually taught my class in real life, "So is this story supposed to be post-present? Then why is the government fascist?" (In retrospect, none of this sounds anything like the AP Gov curriculum, nor does it sound like an even remotely intelligent discussion.) Friend AF was there too, but didn't say much.

1.2
Kinda related to dream 1.1. Was it the last day of classes for that year? My classmates and I had been sent off to buy party food at the local market. (The one where we'd occasionally buy lunch.) I was supposed to get frozen deserts: ice cream and popsicles. The popsicle flavors were unusual: lime, coconut, oreo (what the heck?). I was buying vanilla ones, as directed. (They seemed like creamsicles really.) It seemed like I'd been sent on the trip by my AP Gov teacher, but also by my math teacher. But it seemed like only one was doing anything like throwing a celebration in class. It was either/or, but my dreamstate was logically foggy enough to tolerate the potential contradiction there.

2.1
A dream on a beach. Grey sky, 30 degree sloping sand. I am with my dog, but a big black and white dog (a Border Collie, maybe?) is chasing us. (It looks very similar to a black and white dog I painted as a kid, though I didn't realize this until I woke up.) I have to push the dog out of the way; my palm redirects his snout away from my smaller dog. Oddly enough, when I looked back over at my dog, her snout looked shorter, and was a bit upturned. She looks vaguely princess-y, which doesn't suit her at all.

2.2
Another dream, in a watery world with lots of greenery. There is a big lake full of 20-foot diameter lily pads, and a bunch of stilt houses. In the distance there are mustard-yellow sand dunes and palm trees. I recall very little of what happened. It sort of seemed like part of a movie I was watching, and sort of like a video game. I eventually seemed to fight some boss battle against a creature resembling the Omega Pirate from Metroid Prime.

2.3
Another dream. Vaguely Harry Potter-like. (Similarities with the Gringots transportation system, the Ministry of Magic's toilet entrance, and Hermione Granger.) Me, Emma Watson, and some other random people enter a public bathroom in the subway station. The florescent lights are out, save for one, so it's pretty dark. The walls are made of cinder blocks and concrete. We all step into the wheelchair-accessible stall, where there's an fancy old-fashioned steel-cage elevator. We all get in. Emma Watson presses a button to take us all back to "the apartment." (Do we live together?) The elevator goes up, slides along the high ceiling, through a ventilation shaft whose opening is oriented perpendicular to the ground. The elevator exits the ventalation system. We turn right, and right again, and hover above an empty stall in a different subway station bathroom. The elevator plunges through the floor, and drops me and Emma Watson off in a stairwell.

The stairwell resembles the one in Eddy Morra's chinatown apartment (from the movie Limitless). The main difference is the stairs go up the opposite direction; the torque of the stairs is downwards in the movie, but upwards in my dream. Additionally, there's a large window situated to the right of the stair steps we've been dropped off at. Outside the window is a street, and across the street is some random inner-city shops, grey sky, trees with waxy circular leaves and light-grey bark. I am about to open the front door, but I hear shouting and furniture banging around. I knock on the door. A bullet whizzes past me, from through the door. I move to the right side of the door, back near the window. I jiggle the door handle, so that whoever is doing the shooting will think I'm still there, and will waste bullets. He shoots so many holes through the door that one could easily push a big chunk of the wood from the door right through. I wait silently. The shooter approaches the door, and pushes a big portion of the door's wood through. Just what I thought would happen.

The shooter sticks his head out. It's Tracy Morgan. (Lolwut?) He sees us and tries to shoot. I push Emma Watson out of the way, and move in front of the door. He'll have to turn his gun, a silver six-shooter, about 90 degrees in order to shoot me. But I won't let that happen. I grab his hand with my right hand, and the muzzle of his gun with my left. His wrist strength against two arms? No way. I turn the gun on him, and blast his brains out. Geez.

Anyway, I open the door, and walk in. The place is poorly lit, but there's light creeping in from the dusty horizontal blinds on the windows. My parents are inside; my Mom is at the narrow end of a ceramic table with tiles embedded in it, and my Dad is sitting in the middle of the long side, with his chair turned to face the TV. They seem unaware of the whole Tracy Morgan incident that just took place. They tell me they're about to watch a movie, and ask if I'd like to join them. I ask what they'll watch. I begin reading the decription on the DVD envelope. It's not that great-sounding. I hesitate, and ask if we can watch the movie from dream 2.3. (I didn't ask verbally though. It seemed more like telepathy.) My Dad points out that Natalie Portman is in this movie. I decide to watch it. I sit on the light-beige carpeted floor, leaving against an unoccupied grey couch behind me. In the movie, Natalie Portman has shoulder-length lavender colored hair, but I hardly found it unusual, (nor should I, necessarily) since "it's just a movie."

After the movie ends, I get up and go to the fridge. There are shrunken heads inside, in glass jars. They're marinading in something. I freak out, and wake up.

3.1
I go to a shop with beige walls, with depth about 100 feet, and width about 20 feet. The far end of the otherwise barren room has a sloped refrigerating shelf, (kinda like the place in Starbucks where bottled drinks are, but much steeper angle and many more levels). The shelf is taller than I am. There are lots of elixirs and nootropic beverages on the shelf. I pick out a JustChill which has a greenish color in place of the customary blue. I also buy a second drink, whose details I don't remember or maybe never dreamed up.

I head to my Dad's office, which seems to be in the Physics research building on campus. Huh. His office is long but not deep. About 30 feet wide, 7 feet deep. There are two windows, each with has black horizontal metal window shades. A yellowish light radiates from from the ceiling, onto beige walls and a chevron-shaped desk, made of glued together bits of recycled-wood. It's nestled into into the corner. I tell him "these drinks are great for focus," and that "they even have blueberry flavor," although that isn't the flavor I bought. He thanks me for telling him, but declines to try one.

4.1
I am in a girl's dorm room. The room has royal blue walls, and a 2 foot wide square window, across from the door. Between the door and the window is a desk of opaque tempered glass, like the one in my room. I'm sitting sideways in her swivel chair. Outside the window is the top of a tree, and the pale grey sky.

The girl has red hair, green eyes, a blue sweater, and a pink skirt. God she's cute. The rest is R-rated.

5.1
At an odd sort of apartment, where the wooden stairs come up to a wall, without there being a platform to stand on before getting to the wall. It kinda resembles Friend NH's place. Running parallel with the stairs' horizontal component is a hallway, with yellow wood floors, and white walls. Friend MZ has let me in, and I ask why he hadn't collected rent the money I send him a while ago. He gives an unintelligible answer, and I ask if it needs to be a paper check. He says no, and as he does so, he turns into Friend LM, but with an egg-shaped head. What the heck? He directs me to go down the hallway. He opens a white door full of glass windows. I see Friend MP inside the sun room, which has olive-colored shades covering the windows, and light creeping in through the edges. He raises a drink in greeting.

My alarm goes off, I wake up.

6.1
More border collies. A recurring dream? The context seemed a bit different. All I remember is that black and white dog from dream 2.1.

Dream of Thursday 18th - Friday 19th July 2013

I was in my room, in the exact same position how I fell asleep. I felt very weak and immediately had this vague feeling of fear, a realisation that something was wrong.
My little brother, my mother and my father (the latter being dead in real life) walked in my room through the doorway (which was in a different position than in reality). Because of the light of the hallway, I could only see their silhouettes. My little brother walked towards me and said: "I'm going to school. Hug?"
Something was wrong. I tried talking, which was very difficult. Which huge effort I was able to say: "J...., I don't want a hug right now. Okay?"
My little brother answered: "Okay", and just disappeared, and so did my mother and father. I didn't want him to be sad, so I said a little louder: "But have fun on school, alright?" No answer. I wondered if it was sufficient to make him happy again.

Then... A hand appeared on the edge of my bed, the palm directed towards the ceiling. The hand was softly moving, gesturing: "More."
Immediately I realise it's the monster and that I'm dreaming. (LUCIDITY)
I try to manipulate my dream and do something funny, so that I'll feel less afraid. I decide to put cake in her hand. Normal cake will be difficult because it's so light-coloured, but against the dark background of my room chocolate cake shouldn't be too hard. So I snap my fingers and make cake appear on her hand. I say: "Chocolate cake, bitch, mmmmm."
The hand disappears under the bed for 1 second, and the monsters says: "Mmmmm", on the exact same tone I had and with my voice. But the next second she's already there again. Waves of fear radiate out of my body. She stands up, and I become even more afraid... But curious as well. Maybe I'll finally be able to see her face, which never happened before. But where her head was supposed to be, there's only some indistinct blur.
Her clothing is very clear and very detailed: I can see that she wears a red schoolskirt, and a black vest. Her legs are not made out of grey and dead flesh, like usual, but are alive and healthy.
She climbs into my bed and desparatly I try to control my fear. She hums a weird tune as she crawls towards me. Right when I think that my fear is gone and my mind is empty, she says in English (not my first language):
"See, you, I'm still drowning." She violently bites the side of my waist and then the dream is over.



Nearly got a freaking heart attack when I woke up, realised I was awake, and still heard the humming tune. It appeared to be a chainsaw of somebody in my street who was sawing a tree. So the humming is not really relevant.
New things: she wasn't dead. This was a very, very alive monster.
Crawling into my bed and biting happened before, though.

Any thoughts?

PS: very angry that I didn't come up with anything better than chocolate cake. Wise lesson learnt this night: food doesn't solve problems.
PPS: I don't count this nightmare as lucid, because I'm always lucid in these nightmares.

I did a WBTB waking up at 4 am and took some vitamin B6 200 mg.
I was using an induction in the form of audio, something my dad gave me.Suddenly I was in another dream in my room. I tried getting up but it felt like I was being held down. I tried too hard and woke up back in the other dream.mi went back in and was still in my bed, this time I could move with difficulty. I got out of bed staggering around, and looked out the window, which was changing size back and forth. I tried to push through it but I couldn't. I decided to think the way CL does and thought "It's not there" I jumped through and my dream became so crisp I thought I woke up. When I was out the window I realized I had just jumped through the window screen that blocks bugs. I started to freak out cause I was in the air and didn't want to fall. I started to try swimming which worked, it also got the screen off of me. Once I realized I was flying, I decided to try and fly without swimming. I was thinking about it then I decided to throw myself forward. I started to zoom around the neighborhood which looked like a mix between an ancient city, and a modern one. I went to some walls with holes in them, like giant holes. I decided I wanted to try the TOTY which is the Egypt one. So I said "Through this hole are the pyramids." As I was about to fly through it, I saw a DC she was pretty fat wearing lavender clothes. I decided to do the TOTM, and hugged her. She got creeped out and pushed me away, (turned down by a fat chick ) The dream ends there.

Many years ago, as a child, I remember dreaming one night, I thought to myself that what I was seeing was very strange. I don't quite recall what I was dreaming, it's just the feeling I got. I kept thinking and at some point came to the conclusion that I had to be in a dream. When I woke up I told everybody that, while dreaming, I realised it was a dream. My parents told me that was impossible.

Back then I knew nothing about lucid dreaming. It was only just recently that I started reading about it and somewhere I read kids become lucid more easily than adults. That explained a big deal.

This is not by any means a recent dream.
I just want to register it in my DJ.
I'm not really sure when it happened, but I'm guessing at least 15 years ago.
It was one of the most vivid dreams I had. It was a non Lucid. I'm not sure if at some point I had a bit of control.

It started, (I'm not really sure how to explain it because it's a really visual thing) with two anime or video game guys going all-in at each other in a square pit with a suspended platform on the middle. This was literally in a video game. One of them (not sure if Goku or Ken from Street Fighter) threw a monstrous fireball to the other and exploded the whole thing.
Suddenly I was in a Vietman type jungle.
The explosion turned real and blew some tree houses.
I was watching the whole thing at a distance from a high platform kinda thing with some friends. I only remember one of them. I'm calling him SG.
We were all quiet watching when, in a very sirious and worried tone, SG turned to me and said (I will never forget his words) - "Don't tell anyone that you're Superman"
As soon as he said it I instantly got teleported to the street where at that time i lived in.
At this point I'm realizing I'm Superman, but somehow I'm feeling really really afraid (sissi me ).
At that time there was a bakery there.
In front of it there was a small stage for a concert. It had some music gear there, Drums, guitars, etc. I remember some croud.
I started to run. There's someone chasing me. At one point I see him, but I can't really see his face. It's blurry.
I use the stage to runaway from this guy when I think - Wait, I'm Superman, this is stupid. I'm going to fly away. When I try to fly I just can't... Nothing happens.
Then the guy (i think it's a guy) that's chasing me says: "You can't fly because you don't have anything in your hand."
I'm thinking, what does that even mean?!?!
I continue to run. I'm going up on the street and as I turn left I grab a little stone from the floor and keep it in my hand.
I run towards a littlle concrete tank next to this house where my Grandmother lived.
I decided that I'm going to use the tank as a lever for flying away from there. Since I have the stone I sould be able to fly now
So I'm running and used it as a lever, and in the second after I started to fly the guy grabbed my leg and I woke up.

All kinds of new stuff here. First of all, due to some recent family tragedies and issues, I was up until 5:30am. I woke up at 6am, then again at some point, then again at noon. This time when I went back to sleep, I was drifting off and watching some swirly images on the back of my eyelids. I thought to myself, "If I have a lucid dream now, I don't even want to attempt any goals or anything, just a hookup." I felt so mentally and emotionally exhausted, that I didn't even like the idea of any tasks. This has happened to me a few times, happen to any of y'all? Anyway, the swirly images took me straight into a dream then right back out, but the images now looked like my dog Daisy's nose lol. So I just focused on this snout, because somehow it anchored me right into a dream. NO vibrations.. a first for me.

But like my usual WILDs, I started out in my bed. For some reason I didn't try to take anything carefully or slowly like I usually do, I was just in kind of an IDC mode. I just sped to the bedroom door, almost tripping over the entangled blankets. I got to the door and I thought I about lost the dream, because my heart was racing, and I was breathing hard. I really felt it. Everything went kinda "Wom wom wom wom wom" for a moment, but I held on, and I didn't wake up after all. I left the room and went down the hall, already set on finding a hot chick (yes I'm aware I have a problem, or I'm half gay or idk what). The hall opened into the living room and there was an older woman and a young guy I think. I walked up to them (completely aware that I was female at this point btw, because I remember feeling a little awkward that I could see my long hair all strewn about my face, yet I was about to ask them something that a guy should be asking), and asked, "Hey, where's that hot chick who lives here?" [Notice I didn't ask "IF" there was a hot chick here, I asked straight up "WHERE" she was ] The older woman pointed to another room. It was a sunny room with a bay window. The first object I saw in the room was a baby grand piano, and a pretty lady was playing the piano. She was wearing a red turtleneck sweater, and a short skirt. She looked half hispanic, with a really nice layered hairdo. I walked up to her and she smiled at me, and I noticed one of her teeth was slightly crooked, but in a cute way. I just said, "hey baby" and grabbed her , lifted her off the piano bench and tried to kiss her. She didn't want to at first, but then I was like "Come onnnnnn" [my dream, my woman]. I kissed her and she let me this time. A few heated moments of frenching and kissing her neck (I like doing that, maybe it's because i like MY neck being kissed irl?? And I think as a guy, I can do it better than guys irl hahahaha, sorry boys). I transformed into a guy without even trying this time. There was a mirror on the wall by the piano, and I caught my reflection in the corner of my eye in between kisses (I keep my eyes open the whoooole time by the way, just in case of lost lucidity), and I had short hair like a guy. Plus I noticed something happening downstairs So predictable. I I pulled down my jeans and sat on the piano bench. I lifted her skirt and sat her on my lap. Then ... same ol' same ol'. Felt gooood though. No wonder men are such hornballs. At one point (and this is weird), I put my hands under her shirt while we were at it, but she didn't have a bra, and hardly any boobs. Which felt like I was in danger of getting turned off, so I just massaged her chest until boobs started to grow right under my hands. Really interesting sensation. We did it for maybe 15 seconds but I woke up just when I was about to finish. Oh well.

Didn't get her name either I'm such a jackass.

Dream 1

I'm with my friend K and apparently we're by a river. I know there are things swimming in this river, but I never see the river. I'm perfectly aware that we're in a dimly lit garage? We're talking about grafting toes. She then tells me she has a four page bible on her underwear.

Dream 2 ~ Almost a deild?

I'm walking through school carrying the biggest stack of cards I can fit in one hand. My arm is flexed from trying to hold them all. I'm on my way to English class, and my friend, A, gets there just before I do. I smile but she doesn't look at me or keep the door open after walking through. As she walks, I really notice her blonde hair; it's more textured than usual, but just as shiny and beautiful. After I look away from her hair, I notice the project screen; it says something about meatballs. I don't know where to sit, but thankfully there are green seating carts on each desk. Examining one. I find that I sit in the back left with two empty seats on either side. Slightly disappointed, I start to make my way to my seat, but the teacher stops me. She says she'll take my cards, and she does, but she doesn't take them all. I start to tell her I have more but then...

I wake up. But I haven't opened my eyes or move, so I immediately recall my dream and then try to imagine myself back in that room, talking to that teacher. I have her say "This is a dream. You are dreaming." As she says this, I feel vibrations and I feel as if I'm being 'sucked into' the dream. And then.. nothing. I open my eyes and am still in bed.
This was my first serious deild attempt. Could I have been at the end of my rem cycle? Any ideas?

This is from a few years ago but it's one of my first and most vivid lucid dreams so I figured it'd make for a good first entry.
[Non-Lucid / Lucid]

The dream started out in a grocery store, I was putting on masks and going up to the manager pretending to be other employees so I could pick up their checks, for some reason wearing a mask of a person made me look just like that person. I got a couple checks before someone realized what I was doing, I think it was because they saw me remove one mask and put on another, they started chasing me through the store, I got out of the store and the person chasing me disappeared. I ran out into the parking lot and it looked like the Kroger (a grocery store) I used to live by, after I got out to the lot I instantly realized I was dreaming. It was the middle of fall and I started walking down the sidewalk by the road, I don't remember seeing any cars on the road or any people along the sidewalk. After a little while of walking I realized there was a girl around my age with long black hair walking beside me, neither of us were surprised when we noticed the other so we just kept walking together. Eventually we just started talking about random stuff, just a bit of small talk, at one point we instantly went from walking along the sidewalk to sitting at the top of some bleachers that were on the side of the road facing the street, for some reason everything around us was flooded, including some of the lower seats of the bleachers. We were watching cars and other stuff float by and laughing about some of the things we saw pass. After a little while we were instantly back walking down the street again (the water was gone) and we continued talking, things were changing as we walked, seasons were passing, leaves were falling and being blown around the sidewalk and random objects were appearing and disappearing all over the place around us but we ignored it, we eventually came up to a house that looked like the one from the Simpsons, I knew in the dream that it was "my house" though. We stopped in front of it and she turned to me and said "It's too bad I'm asleep." which really surprised me, I said I was sleeping too and she seemed a bit surprised, I tried to write down my phone number to hand to her but I kept having trouble, I could tell I was close to waking up and the numbers kept were moving and changing as I wrote, I did my best and handed it to her. I walked inside and a bunch of characters from the Simpsons were in the middle of something big in crazy in the living room, they called after me but I kept going, I went up the stairs directly in front of the door I entered from. I went up to "my room" and stood there for a second before looking up and noticing a large hole in the ceiling with light shining through, I looked at it for a second and a piece of paper slowly floated down and landed in my hand, it had a phone number and the words call me on it, after reading it I immediately woke up.

Unfortunately I couldn't remember more then half the number after waking up.