memorable

I can recall four creams from last night! You know, it's weird; my dream recall's been lower than average lately, and it's suddenly shot way up!

I made notes on my iPod about the first dream, saved at 3:48 AM. The notes go as follows:

Neopets
washing hair
scanning, expired

Okay, so I had a dream that I could dress my Neopets up. I had different costumes for them. there was a hippie costume and a prisoner costume. There were more, but I can't remember what they were.

Later - still in the same dream, apparently - I had this thing for scanning barcodes to send a copy of the item onto some website I liked (Neopets, I assume). (I forgot to write this next part down in my regular dream journal (which I'm copying this from), but I tried to scan something - a ketchup bottle, I think - and it told me that that barcode had expired in 2008.)

I'm not sure how "washing hair" is relevant. Oh well. I should've added a little context there, I suppose.

I'm kinda tempted to skip over the second dream because I can hardly remember it and the notes aren't much help. I shouldn't, but... writing three dreams is enough, right?

(I need to explain a couple terms before this next one. A poomsae is a solo technique that has to be memorized and demonstrated at testing. It doesn't really serve much practical purpose aside from practicing good form. It's a bit hard to explain what it looks like, but, for those of you who have watched Avatar: The Last Airbender, it looks kinda like bending, just without the control over the elements, obviously. One-step sparring is a defensive technique; contrary to the name, one-step sparring is not at all like free sparring.)

Okay, on to the third! I was at belt testing (taekwondo). I was surprised it was so soon (it's scheduled for next month IRL). Oh, and my friend Autumn was there for some reason - yes, as a student. Anyway, since testing was so soon, I wasn't prepared for it, as I didn't know my poomsae yet (actually, I do know it in real life, but I was supposed to know a different one in the dream). Luckily, we were given some time to practice first, so I tried to learn it by watching the other orange belt students.

I managed to learn the first three steps in time - step forward and down block (left), step forward and body punch (right), turn around and down block (right).

Soon, it was class time (I'm not sure what happened to testing; perhaps they just forgot about it). However, instead of Master Lim, one of the testing judges was the instructor. I wondered why she was teaching the class, but then I remembered it was Wednesday, which seemed like a reasonable answer at the time.

I decided not to join that class, so I left. Just outside, one of the adult students decided to test me on my one-step sparring. I demonstrated that I knew mine well, using the same techniques as in real life this time.

In my fourth dream last night, I was watching TV at home. It was some weird show about this guy and this girl who went down a rabbit hole - kind of like in Alice in Wonderland, except they hadn't followed a rabbit there. It reminded me of the Deathly Hallows for some reason, even though the only thing it had in common with any of the Harry Potter movies was that one of the main characters was played by Rupert Grint.

Anyway, they fell down the rabbit hole and ended up in this little meadow with a big tree. There was a sudden flashback to their childhood, when they used to play there together. When it cut back to the present, the show decided to break the fourth wall by making a big deal of the fact that the actress playing the girl was in some famous band I'd never heard of (and that her sister was the bassist in her band). Then, she turned into a man. I turned off the TV.

My mom asked if I'd slept okay because she'd heard my bed creaking at around four in the morning. I told her I'd slept find but had woken up in the night and had probably rolled over onto my side while I was half-asleep. I asked for a tuna sandwich for lunch and then woke up.

I am in a basement school of laboratory. The subterranean labs are not as gloomy, dark, terrifying like as in a horror fiction, but had an atmosphere of my old high school. Light brown tiles with bright white fluorescents light. Scientists and doctors are like teachers. Well… let’s face it; they are ‘teachers.’

Children subjected to experiments act like normal school students (It is true that those who are talented in science and math are groomed to be one of the ‘teachers’; experimenting other children.) and respect those who treat them like a lab rat.
My talent in every report card are marked somewhere in middle. But the repulsiveness I feel as I pass the classroom full of red, blood-shot-eyes students cannot help it. I guess my dream self is damned at science as in real life, so I’d position myself below the average.

Inferior or ‘bad’ students living and studying under this massive lab are punished. It is not that painful or agonizing punishment to be honest. Students are kept captive from doing any farther misbehavior by putting some kind of weird cords all over the body and meekly held upside down in a green, fluid filled glass like a frog pickled with formalin. I do not have a memory of letting myself to such chopping board, so I think I was one of the obedient kids.

Every student is born from the lab. Some of them are ‘Bad Seeds’ (as ‘teacher’ stated) from their time of birth. They are characterized with aggressive personalities. No one knows if it were from the genetic misplacement or from the accidental experiments, which happens quiet often. But ‘Bad Seeds’ cause a lot of trouble. It is said, they would explode their selfish stress out by howling and destructing materials like a beast, threatening a poor book warms shivering like scared herbivores, disrespectful to ‘teachers,’ and the list is endless.

It was out by a coincident. I was absent mindedly cautiously carrying my pretty fish placed in a tank, when two scientists passing a hallway, arguing (or croaking) loudly about expelling a ‘Bad Seed.’ They are sending (disposing) an 8-years-old troublesome kid (who has no need for them). The boy has spent his entire life as a subject, so he’s just an innocent baby not knowing about a dark world. Are they sending him to dangerous outside? Not caring of his safety?

Unfortunately they were not concerned about the human rights, but croaking about the danger ‘teachers’ would get from sending a ‘Bad Seed’ to a civil society. That ‘Seed’ is exceptionally smart and viciously evil compare to other civilians. Instead of freeing a beast among deer, we should silently ki….l…

As a brown haired scientist with glasses reveals his dark treachery, I was casually passing them, he gave me a quick look and tried to resume, which was blocked by an old (probably his superior) ‘teacher.’
I take Curiosity? Probably useless sympathy … anyway an interest towards the kid. Underage, little kid is about to be disposed to the ‘outside’ world. I stared at my red scaled fish. It has a character of its master; not swimming, but gently floating like a primed lady, acting like a stuffed animal……. Is it dead?

I tapped lightly of a cylinder that has nothing but transparent clear water. The fish lazily swayed its tail in such a slow motion, I yawned.


Tut… … Pretty, but a flabby fish.


I walked towards a suspension (laboratory) room for the little kid. Probably for the pea-sized guilt they had… experimenting underage children… the room was placed at the far end corner of a hallway inside a room. Just before I went for the door, there were white lockers with locks placed beside it. There were four (read) stylish (but say wicked) girls abruptly end their conversation and stare at me. Are they my friends?

They are nervously fidgeting around a stair (structured like one you could see in a subway station), looking for a chance to get ‘outside,’ breaking rules. They had a warning look on their face, scared of me who has a chance to tattle to ‘teachers.’
Don’t know why they would roam around, looking for danger ‘outside’ in a first place.

I do not mind their business; I solemnly open a door with no interest. They started chatting in relief.

The door was connected to another hallway. To the right there is a class with a glass door. They are having a PowerPoint lecture in a dark room, blue lights reflect the passionate students; future maniacs, frantically scribbling their notes. I passed in disgust. I went to the end of the cornered hallway, and slide through the translucence glass door for my final destination.

The suspension room, or rather the experimental room had hundreds of adult size glass cylinder with green fluid. Inside little children or students about to be born are lifelessly floating upside down; only their even breath shows they are living.

Air bubbles from their masks disturb their hair, swaying them like seaweed. It was an eerie and a startling sight to see breathing ‘dolls,’ faintly lit by a green light, but also makes me wonder about their dream from their calm… soothing face.


“Here for the punishment? Wait here; I just have one for you.”


I’m not really here for the punishment, but I did not stop ‘teachers,’ automatically working like robots. For I did not had any excuse for being here, and I did want to have a punishment I have never experienced. Floating upside down… disregarding laws of physics… looks fun. As I was surveying around, I encountered the boy who poked my curiosity.


Our eyes met for a moment.


Are we fighting or what? As we are studying each other, the kid gave ‘I have a temper,’ frown and give a shift turn on his neck to side.
I win ^^

He had impressive black ink like hair and eyes. He had wrinkled skin showing that he had just got out from that cylinder, wet like a new born baby. Assistant were drying him with a white towel. I secretly worried about his future; his cute chubby cheeks will trouble him someday. ‘Tut, tut… that cuteness will thin out in your near future.’ As he lazily supporting himself by assistance; narrowly balancing, I could not identify any signs of ‘Bad Seed,’


The 'suspension' room has similar atmosphere as this picture

i woke up from haveing a dream and all of a sudden the word astral projection poped in my head and just then my body was vibraating so much it was like and earth quake inside of me and then i opened my eyes and i was still vibrating but i was in my spirit beacause it kept moving forward and back into the couch like it was trying to leave but i got scared and tried to force myself back in but before i did i opened my eyes and my room was in more color like 4th dimensional color and i could hear my tv on then my eyes closed i stopped vibrating and blacked out when i wokr up everything was back to normal.

Italic Text = Personal Thoughts
Normal Text = Non-Lucid Segment
Light Purple Text = Partially Lucid Segment
Purple Text = Lucid Segment

The dream started non-lucid, in this random person's house with a friend. We were fascinated over the kitten that this person owned, it was really miniature, small enough to be cupped in your hand, and it frequently went into this "slug-like" pose where it tucked its legs under its body and and squinted its eyes. I was petting the kitten as my friend held it and eventually it got really angry, hissing at my friend and standing up before leaping out of her hand and running away as fast as it could with its tiny legs.

We laugh, and tell the owner of the house that we really should be going. She insists that we stay until her husband gets back with dinner that he's picking up from a restaurant as we must try this food before we leave. We agree, but state that we really need to have a shower as we hadn't had one for a while due to travelling.

We're pointed upstairs and upon reaching the top, I ask my friend why it is that every house I'm in always resembles the layout of my own house.

That's when I become lucid, I realise that of course it's a lucid dream and although my hand check seems to fail, I focus on my hand anyway to try and stabilise the dream as it's quite blurry all of a sudden. I walk into the bathroom where my friend is preparing for her shower and realise if I stay here I will probably get caught up in the dream and lose lucidity, as has happened before.

I walk out of the bathroom and to make sure I don't get caught up in the dream again, attempt to lock the bathroom door. There's no lock on the outside, so I look away and make one up, soon enough I hear the sound of the door locking and try to decide what to do next.

I remember I wanted to practice scene transitions, something that I'm not too good at it. I walk into a bedroom when I realise too late that I could have used the door as a method of scene transitioning. At this point I also remember the Task of the Month, but I'm too intent on completing my other goal to really focus on that.

I walk up to the wall in this bedroom and decide I will phase through it into a new scene. The wall is solid at first, but after some trying I eventually start slipping through. It isn't like when I usually slip through walls in my lucid dreams, I usually just get a "tight" feeling as I squeeze through the wall and appear on the other side. This time as my head approached the wall and started going through it my vision became blurred, everything was going fuzzy but when it came back into focus I had passed through the wall and I was in my new scene.

Just like a previous lucid, I was picturing my "Mushroom Valley" photo-manipulation, and while I didn't quite achieve what I was picturing, I came pretty close. I was in a desert-like environment, only there were patches of dead grass dotted around. In front of me were multiple "pyramids", but they weren't really pyramids, they were giant cubes.

As I'm inspecting the scene it starts to change colour in front of me. Instead of everything being a shade of sandy beige and browns the cubes change colour to a deep red. I want the previous colour back so I lift my hand and sweep it over the scene in front of me and as it passes over, the colours return to normal.

I take flight and fly towards the cubes. I've become infinitely better at flying now, with none of the turning issues I had previously. I think it was because I wasn't particularly trying to fly and just let it happen. As I approach the cubes they seem to turn a reddish colour again, but as I go in between them and start flying throughout the "streets" that these cubes had created, I noticed that the cubes seem to be made of loads of sheets of paper all stacked on top of each other. I could see the thin lines, just as a stack of paper of would like, only in giant form.

As I near the end of the passageway between the cubes I think to myself, "I hope I recall the details of this dream" because everything I was seeing in that moment was so insanely vivid.

I land on the other side of the cubes on some of the grass. There seems to be a "cutaway" here where the dream scene didn't quite stretch out to this point because the grass I was standing on was normal, green grass instead of the dead grass like I had imagined in my original scene. I kind of stretch out the dead grass, changing all the green I could see into dead variety by lifting my hands up and willing it.

As I turn around though, I notice behind me that everything was a lush green, it was a park of sorts, I noticed people in the distance and I recall laughing from somewhere. The trees were unique, they were the shape of palm trees with palm-tree style leaves, only the leaves and branches were arranged in a way that a Christmas Tree would be.

As I walk closer to this lush landscape I decide I want to try another colour-transition, I want to make everything green into a vivid blue. I try swiping my hand across the scene but this proves harder than simply making things dead as nothing happens.

I then try to focus on a single tree to begin with, I walk up to it and place my hands on the trunk, only to be stabbed by these tiny, sharp pieces of bark that were poking out all over the tree. I rub my hands in pain before finding a safe space on the trunk to place my hands. I look down to the floor and try to imagine the tree leaves being blue, but when I look up I had only turned them yellow.

Things become slightly less clear here, next thing I know I'm walking away from the tree singing a song, which seems to be a combination of two songs. One of the lyrics in the song was "A million miles down below" and this sprung the idea in my head to try another scene change to at the bottom of the ocean.

Alas, before I got a chance to try it the dream faded more and more until I was in "the black" and eventually back in the waking world.

I’m having nightmares nowadays. It’s not encountering some vicious animals or dark things, but I often get very sick which is unpleasant.
First of all, I have never watched a movie or read a book about a hunger game; only seen a trailer from Youtube. It’s amazing how it got into my dream like that.

I opened my eyes… to see a white ceiling, and a desperate looking man, who calls himself ‘dad.’ He really seems to care dearly for his daughter, who supposedly is me. I am confused… it just… I don’t think I am a daughter who he thinks I am.
‘Dad’ went out for a cup of coffee.
I tried talking to him; say I don’t know who he was, but my voice wheezed out as if I’m having a very bad flu.
I got dumbfounded for a moment till I felt a sudden excruciating pain from my right hand… it…
It was not there. It was……………Amputated…
What used to be my right hand becomes a dark purplish flesh… rotting.

MENTAL DEMOLITION… ㅇ_ㅇ!!!
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There was a white card with a red cross on the top left corner. There were four blue lights, flickering.
● Level 5
○ 30:02 left
● your presence is detected by a hunter 10m
● your prey is detected 150m
There was a digital google-map, showing other players; preys and hunters, around me.

Kill or be killed.
Only hunters and the prey carry a white card, we are the only ones knowing in this sin city… the rest of the earth is oblivious.
I have to kill the prey while avoiding a hunter; trying to kill me, within this time or I will be degraded to a lower level, gaining more bloodthirsty hunters with higher level. If I kill the prey within a time, I will get more time for the next prey and get useful harnesses; weapons, wider range of google-map and so on.
The top of the food chain is level 20. At that point he/she will be like a lazy sublime jaguar hunting and resting as much as it likes.
No one knows who is a hunter or a prey in a mass crowd except for a dot showing on the map and viewers. Viewers are on the other planet with sneering smirks, watching and eating popcorns, of this real-life city of jungle; overflowing blood and massacres. It is horrifying and the most disgusting game in my life. I wonder what kind of insane psychopathic alien freak would create ‘this’ kind of game in a first place.

I’m now in a restaurant with ‘Dad,’ he is feeding me a meatball. So far he has no signs of being my predator, but genuinely cares for me. I feel a little sorry for him. After all he is an innocent civilian who happens to be stuck in a disaster, and he doesn’t know his ‘daughter’ is not someone he knows. He is unknowingly taking an extreme danger for giving me some kind of a glass like protection.
As I blew a balloon out of my chewing gum, a mysterious looking woman with sunglasses and a black suit, walks toward me and sits across my table… She is introduced that she is a very close friend of ‘dad.’ She might be a watcher sent by a freak. Need to evacuate immediately.

‘Nice meeting you ‘dad.’’

I excused myself for a washroom break; her sunglasses reflected a white light from a ceiling. As I casually pass behind her, I flicked a gum on back of her hair.

‘Better shave your hair Miss.’
I heard a sharp shriek behind a closing door and smirked.

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I stumbled from shaky legs. I feel very dizzy with a high fever; to the point I see a world in a whirl circle, but can barely feel pain from it. A painkiller or whatever drugs ‘dad’ used is strongly effective indeed. It is strange… to sense that I ‘have’ a right hand… as if it’s only made out of soul, but not flesh.

I need to hide somewhere… quick. I did not kill or attempt to look for my prey, so I am now dropped to level 0; whoever kills me will increase their level two times plus a special prize.
I decided to hide in a midst of school parade practice. Everyone is on the field. All lined up horizontally and vertically following moves from a person in front like an army. I rest along the side, under a tree shade, where I met my childhood friend Purple.
It is time…


Avoiding looking directly at her face, I normally asked “here for the hunt?”
She did not answer; I can almost feel her eyes burning across my face. Nevertheless I continued,

“It’s scary… one moment you are just a student like they are, and next… everyone, aliens, hunters and governments alike are looking for you like I’m some kind of a living chocolate.”

She shuts her mouth tightly, so I gather up my courage and cautiously hand her my right hand, feasting with fleas. She did not take it… my middle fingertip broke into black ashes.

Purple stared at me, “God is everywhere.”

I sigh… I’m talking to a wall,
“I do not believe in alien freaks,”
I heard everyone holding their breath with surprise.

Awkward silent filled the air.

Everyone… students, teachers, walking civilians, birds, ants… hundreds, thousands of them… everyone… gave me a cold look at the same time. I flinched back a little… they look… possessed. They all have a purple smudge on their lips as if they carelessly had a poisonous cake.

A student with a Santa suit, hurled towards me with a drunken deer; it too had a purple smudge.
I snorted with disgust. I did not come to my deathbed, unprepared.

“Early present for Christmas.”

I closed my eyes and threw my right hand high above the air.

YOU'VE JUST ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD

“Bye~”

11.07.2012

I Just wrecked a Porsche (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember going to some party. Before we could get there, we had to stop by some sort of parking lot. A rick man rode in an a large truck that pulled some kind of stage. On the stage was what looked like a light blue Porsche.

The dream sped forward, and the rich man, for some reason, had made me drive it to the party. The steering wheel was not in the position it normally is. Somehow I was controlling the car from the backseat, in the middle. The rich man and some guy he brought with him were talking up front, sometimes blocking my view.

Eventually it ended up that I swerved and hit a curb, smashing the whole side of the porshe. They got seriously mad at me.

Somehow we made it to the party, which was held on my back porch.

Happy Skies

I am molesting a woman but she quickly puts me in my place. Then I see my wife bent over.
I press against her and say,"How much?"
She laughs and replys, "$100 and you can do whatever you like."
I get handsy with her and ask, "How about $50?"
She says, "For that you get a panty ride."
She is in just panties and a t-shirt and gives me a lap dance. I close my eyes in the dream and it feels amazing.

I suddenly open my eyes because the shock of it. (It is a false awakening) I want to go to bathroom and change but its like the dream the other day. There are people sleeping in odd places. I see my nephew asleep in the bathtub.
I realize am in a trailor house so I go to the other end. I see my dad asleep in a bed. I go to the bathroom. I start to change and I see red carpet in the bathroom. Something about this gives me a horrible memory and a bad aweful feeling. I think something like this is the house where that bad thing happened. I start to shake and feel scared(I honestly have no clue what that was about) But the feeling quickly passes. And I go about my bussiness.

As I walk out I see his eyes are open. He is just starting at the wall. I know he sees me but he doesn't move. I think maybe he is just half asleep still. Then, I hear him say something rude (can't remember what he said) I stop and look at him but just then my dad walks in. My dad tells my dad, "You stop that. What he does is perfectly natural and we all do it!"
I don't want this so I tell my dad, "Pleeeeease just let it go. Please."
(The man looked like my dad but didn't sound like my dad at all. He almost sounded feminine and flamboyant. Plus my dad talking to my dad... Whuuuuut?)

We walk outside. I look around and another trailer in front of us with a faded deck. I see mountains in the distance and a clear blue sky and I see a nebula thing in the day sky. Almost like that sky in Asgard in the Thor movie. I see a line of planets there to. They look brownish and dark with almost a grainy texture. There are very large ones and very smalls one. The large ones have what look like moons. The colors are bland. Mostly browns and yellows. I see a few stars in it though. I see texture and great detail. I stop and feel confused. I think how awesome the sight is.

Then, in a flash, I think, "wait something is odd. Something unnatural. This is not normal. I am dreaming!!!!!" I just know that I am dreaming. I don't even bother with RC. (Like I said before, if I have the mind to question, I just know)

I tell my dad. "Dad! We are dreaming!" As I begin to float I laugh and giggle breathlessly. I feel so giddy. I am so happy because I have been trying so hard lately.
The guy posing as my dad blows air out and looks scared. I think for a moment how I have had it in the back of my mind to find a dream guide. This guy may be the one. I let it go for now. I notice that I am touching the ground again
I say, "No really! We are dreaming."
I take his hand and use my other hand to push of the railing on the deck. We float up together a few meters. He is smiling and laughing quietly. I now know he believes me. I am out of breath with excitement. The entire scene is so vivid and so awesome. The sky is clear. I see the mountains in the distance. The summer grass below us is brown in spots. The air feels cool. I feel great peace.

I look back at the planets in the sky. They are very vivid pictures. Still there. I think how it looks like a text book. I study it so that I can remember the thing that made me lucid this time. I think, "Yes, strange things in the sky. Of course, that is a very old dream sign of mine."
Then suddenly I remember TOTM but before I could do anything every thing fades to black and I am back in my recliner with my eyes closed wishing it had not ended so soon.

Time would be around 3:40AM.

Woke up, tired as fuck, didn't try to lucid Lost consciousness, but then felt the 'hag'. Started squeezing my body, but never had any trouble breathing. The pressure points shifted and then became a pumping action like you-know-what Couldn't sleep, something inside me snapped. The bitch left, I plopped into a dream.

Greenish flash at first. I'm non-lucid. I see four people in the hall, I'm in my bedroom. Family of four, including me. Tadaa, I'm spontaneously (low) lucid.

I suddenly notice a weird looking man sitting on the floor near the open door into the dining hall. His face keeps changing. At first I was convinced he was a demon, my thoughts affected dream similarly. Quickly revised my view of the fellow, he became a tramp. I walked out the door...

...onto the road?! Outside my house. Flying comes naturally now. I superjump onto a corridor above (neighbour's house). Dream feels shaky.

I try stabilizing by interaction. I squat for a while, on cold tiles. Everything around me seems cold. I run my hands along a washing-machine sort of thing with grooves and inlay work. Vision improved slightly, yellow lights were turned on.

I 'bump into' B and S. They try to dissuade me from something. I cleverly 'distract' B,(wearing a black shirt with green/white/grey stripes) who walks off.

I try summoning a dragon. S takes offense, starts poking me and walking around real fast. Can't do much.
I wake up.

To this masterpiece of a red demon leering at me from my computer chair. I was scared(y the fak i go heel nao!!1! also pls dont do smthing nasty mr. redguy)

Slowly, I summoned the balls to fight. The thing just sat there, watching me. Horns flashing pink and red. Had a real big adrenaline rush (and a mini heart attack ). Then suddenly, I was alone. (I think this was a false awakening, but the clock read 5:00AM and it was damn near time to get up. note, im almost sure, since I can't see read the time in real life when its dark )

So I will myself back into normal sleep. An episode of squeezing paralysis was repulsed by white shield thingy I imagined. The end.

pps: this has got me interested in astral projection

The title says it all. Basically plankton was trying to more customers at his crappy resturaunt and he had an idea: have random naked chicks stand outside shake their arses to attract customers. My dumbself was walking by his shop so he grabbed me and turned me into a girl. I'm not sure how he did this. I also remember spongebob saving me or something.


I'm glad i woke up and realized i was a guy.

:3

:3
(lol hand in garbage disposal)

I don’t recall a time I was NOT alone
It’s just me, by myself.
All alone in this big, dark chamber,
Is anyone there?

Only an echo responds like a mirror.

Humpty Dumpty sat on the highest building, looking down.
He saw the twinkling lights from the city like stars
“I feel like an angel.”

He spotted two homeless teenagers; wondering.
A small one of the sibling looks up and shouted.
“Hey, there’s a dude trying to commit suicide!”
He continuously poked his ignorant brother in hurry.
“Hey! Look up!”

A weary brother had a hungry look;
He tiredly shook his head, saying
“It’s for a trend.”

His little brother stared at him in disbelief
‘I thought you’re my hero, bro.’
Nevertheless he repeatedly persisted,
“Save him!”

Humpty Dumpty smiled warmly
Good people shine the world brightly

Just then, the older one flared back,
“Why? We don’t even have a place to sleep, back off.”

Maybe I could help them with good deeds.

Little Munchkin had a mysterious treachery,
“Let’s charge him.”

Huh?

The brat smiled viciously
“For saving his life.”

1) Billboard Computer

I was at a kids baseball game. I knew it was my son playing. They were losing 20-00. I wonder off and in another field. It is night time and the bleachers are empty. The lights are on and I see a billboard in front of my. It brightens and becomes a computer monitor. I try to get on dreamviews but nothing works right.

2) Horrible Growth

I was home and in the bathroom when I notice a strange growth on the side of my waist. It is about 3 inches long and 1 inch thick. I am horrified. I try to pop it by squeezing it. Some thick brown blood comes out the end. The growth feels hard like it has bone mass and warm like blood flow. I think about a weird story where a kid grew back an appendage and I wonder if I am growing something myself.

I go to my wife and show her in the living room. She has no idea. I tell her that I dont understand how I didnt notice it. It must have grown overnight. Our friend Jess is there and she suggests something. Then I notice I am completely naked. I appologize to Jess and run to the bathroom. I pull on the growth but it wont come off. I notice that it is only attached by a thin piece of skin. I steel myself and prepare to just cut it off. I know the wound would be small and not bleed too much. It will only hurt for a second. I think about what to use. I have a pair of dikes. I start to move to get it when the growth falls off in my hand. There is only a red mark on my skin. No blood.

What is the meaning of my moonstone dream?
I was in a building that wasn't exactly school. But there were classes. I was 20 minutes late to a class, that seemed to be of music. The teacher was familiar, as she was my music teacher many years ago. She told everyone to get out the assignment. I said that I forgot to do mine, and she just smiled and seemed okay with it. We all gathered in a circle, each sitting in a chair. She grabbed a basket and claimed it contained moonstones. She handed me the basket and said I could keep them all, or share them if I wished. I passed the basket around and everyone took one moonstone. When it got back to me, there were a few stones left, and one was sky blue. They said I could keep the rest. Then a cloud of smoke that was pink, yellow and orange, started traveling upward, emitting sparks. Then I woke up.


**Side note: I have been trying to develop my psychic abilities recently, and wonder if this is revealing something important. Thanks for all your help.