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kind of trippy, somewhere there are lots of buildings and mechanical objects. Once again realize I'm topless and I recognize I'm dreaming. Lucid immediately. Flying around these urban landscapes, wondering what I want to do. Called for J but nowhere to be found and I was ok with that so I conjured my subconscious. It took the shape of my older male cousin. I asked how come I can write beautiful music in the dream state but I can't remember it once I've awakened. I'm stuck when writing music in real life but it is amazingly easy to do while dreaming. My subconscious said that I need do "real' work on myself, both inside and out. Marry the creative with the physical life. Stop living in my head. I also asked what should I be doing with my life - the answer was I'm a long ways off to getting the answer to that question. Do more work.

I asked about J not showing up. Subconscious said I'll have to wait another week or so.

Then there were storms brewing off in the distance - looked like tornadoes - I felt like I was going to wake so I rubbed my hands together to stay grounded. Went to the basement of some monstrous building to wait it out.

This dream occurred to me this morning. As you can tell, my mind is consumed with university-related themes right now. I will post the remaining journals from February to June sometime later.

Here I was, at the University of Waterloo's Student Life 101. In a group of a few students, many of whom I didn't know, we walked inside this building and took some pamphlets.

The room was somewhat cozy and old-fashioned - perhaps it was the residence building on campus? We packed our stuff and headed down the hallways, me remembering my toiletries. By the Sun angle and time of day, I was walking east.

As I entered the bathroom, I was reading the pamphlet, describing a student's experience at the university.

A female student wrote inside: "I enjoy fam sessions and walkout sessions".

Instantly, I was taken in my mind to a scene where the pine trees stand tall in Saskatchewan, yet the grassy fields were all over. A thought popped into my head: "the difference between boys and men when they have a problem, is that boys ignore it, and men ask what they can do to fix it".

Perhaps it wasn't that concise. Either way, I thought: Replace the F with a J and then we're talking. *Revolution!*

There was much anticipation on either end, and some towels were possibly in the room. I woke up to the sound of my alarm, and went to check the website to find info on an English Proficiency Exam, including bloopers.

Just as the title says.

The Green and White Snake
I recall this dream starting outside, it was during lunch with everyone outside. There was some commotion, I guess some kids had happened on a snake or something. I walked over and was amazed by its colors, generally don't recall ever hearing of a white and Green snake ya know. I noticed some people decide to throw a few rocks over to which I move over to shield the snake from, eventually I just picked up the snake n walked away. I recall then being in some kind of pet store, there was a woman that worked there (based off her khaki attire) showing me this kind gel like substance, saying that the snake would enjoy the use of it on her scales (I guess the employee knew the snake was female). And that was pretty much the end of that dream

In the Bush
This one I believe started with me just kind of walking through some jungle landscape. Eventually I came upon a solo velociraptor, (utahraptor size) Fileromie scale.png - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
I wasn't scared or anything, ended up following it to some kind of hut/in the ground kind of home. Became a little bit of an interesting dream from that point, so i think i'll leave it at that.

Death of meh mum
Pretty much just that, I recall that she Had died, now how, and the funural/service. The weird part of it all was that her head seemed all shrunken from view.... like it was there, but even though it was.... it was to small to see... freaked me out when I woke up back when I was so young, ended up sleepin on the couch waiting for my mom to come home from work XD

Choice (graphic, gore)
The oldest, and still kind of disturbing dream I can recall having, was way back when I was little. It was a rather dark one in my opinion, specially for being in early elementary school. It started with what seemed to be my mom, asking me, whether, because for some reason one of had "to go", which one she should choose, me, or my older brother. It was a fucked dream from the start, I didn't know what to say, I didn't want to die, I in my age told him her since he had experienced more life than I. Then I remember her asking my older brother "which one?" to which she pointed at a spoon and a serrated knife. Well I guess the means of taking his life was to be disembowelment, because I remember my brother asking if he could have something to eat, and being told that doing so would only lead to a bigger mess.

I've had someone recently suggest that lucid dreaming may be dangerous, because were not letting our mind dream as it wants to, as in showing you things you need to see, to "decompress" of which he says this is just him theorizing off of his own logic, nothing more. I'm sorry but I'd rather not decompress then, cause dreams like those leave you not in a good state when you awake, mainly because they are the True Nightmares, the ones filled with disappointed/dead family/friends. Ones within reality that you cannot see to be false during a sleep state with an untrained mind.

Even the ones of war and undead, the ones I play games of when I get bored, even those have become tiresome, because they are a waste. Sure it was nice in the one where I was with a group, despite not being able to put faces to them, that I was able to help them for the brief time I was with them. Sadly the majority of them are me by myself, just moving at break-neck speeds, stopping to grab this or that and then onward.

I just.... want to go to peace ya know. Just a nice day up on some grassy knoll, with the single tree on a bright sunny day, maybe some coconut chime in the back-round clanking occasionally, calmingly. Shit maybe even have a picnic, nice large white sheet out on the ground with a bottom-less basket filled with all the noms you could ever want. Maybe when we finishing eating well say who cares for the mess of the white sheet we've left, n just decide to paint on it, as to hang it later for remembrance.

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Just something nice ya know.

2010-01-22

This is the very first entry in my dream journal, and consequently, the dream that has caused me to start keeping a dream journal. At my cottage, I was with two people whom I have never seen before, one male, and one female. We were boating, and came across some sort of weird plant. The girl grabbed that plant from the water, and we went back to shore. We were sunbathing near the rocks until sunset. As the sun went down, they both decided to eat the plant, because all of us knew that these plants were somehow very special. Just as the full moon rose, I grabbed a small leaf and ate it. Both of them immediately disappeared and I felt my body somehow changing. Something in my mind told me to use my mind to manipulate the water. I could use my mind and shift the water, bringing balls out of the lake and changing it as I willed. Even after I had woken up, I could remember the feel of my muscles tensing, as I will a ball of water to rise from the surface. I spent hours trying to move different liquid, but only water could I fully control. This was one of the most vivid dreams I have ever had.

Its interesting looking back on these earlier ones, my style and clarity sure have changed.

2010-02-03

I was standing in what looked like an old washroom that you might see in a subway station. It was completely dark except for the light shining on the man and the mirror he was looking in. I could see his face over his shoulder, and it looked as normal as any other person, if maybe slightly dirty. In the mirror, he looks right at me and smiles. His face begins to contort and change, like something you might see if someone used Adobe After Effects. The face changes into something that I can only describe as being, “not human”. Despite the changes, I can still see the creature has a disturbing smile on his face. He slowly begins to turn his head and I am jolted out of my sleep. I’ve had this dream about 3 times before, all exactly the same.

Also, oh god do i have to skip a lot of these bwhahahahaha!

2010-02-08

I had the same dream that I had last week. I was somehow in the subway station bathroom watching the man look in the mirror. I can never remember exactly what it is that he does, but his face begins to change, and I am scared awake.

2010-02-09

I was in an unknown house, looking through pictures on a computer. All of the pictures were totally normal, except for one. The one was of a house, and some guy standing in the picture. Over his shoulder, in the window of the house, I could see the little boy from the movie, The Grudge. The little boy seemed to peer out of the picture and right through me. I could swear I heard the sound coming from behind me, but I was so frightened, that I woke up.

i was in a huge, square room the size of a house. i was with two of my friends, and the room was filled with forest related items, such as trees, rocks, grass, and hills. We were just running around, finding things to do when it hit me. i was in a dream! i had almost waken myself up from the excitement. i rubbed my hands to stabalize the dream, and attempted to fly. i didnt get that high though, as after i went up 5 feet, i went straight back down. after i tried to sly, i went to the corner of the room and imagined a door. it led me to a house that was owned by my two aunts, and in the dominican republic. (i am dominican, and have always wondered what it would be like to visit the country, so i imagined it there.) i greeted my aunts, and went to my room. it was awesome. there was a huge tv, a nice comfortable bed, and TWO computers !!!!!! my two friends were also with me, so i grabbed a basketball so that we could go play at the park. before we were going to leave, i lost my lucidity and i woke up.

This dream took place at my high school, where the sky was filled with clouds that were of a blue-grey tint, and with every crevice that lead to the sky held a crack of light that shun down upon parts of the campus. For the most part, the school was very much accurate, save for a few little things here and there. Still, kids were doing their end-of-the-year pranks, though it was quite the opposite from the reality of these summer schinanigans. Instead of throwing cold stuff, like water bottles and water balloons, in hot weather, we were throwing hot stuff, like actual lit matches, in cold weather. During a point in the dream were I was heading to my chemistry class, walking in the outside quad of the school, I noticed a boy throwing one match into the open door of an outside chemistry class. I thought it was dangerous, sure, but I went on with my life. As I walked up the stairs heading towards my classroom, I looked back at the class, though what I saw was somewhat disturbing; the partial sight of someone waving their arms in panic, the appendages ablaze with what I assumed was the fire from the match. I then looked back to the stairs, not seeming to pay much mind to it, but neither did the crowd of kids also walking to their classes. Once I got into my chemistry class, which was nothing like I remember it looking like, I took my seat in the back of the class, and I seemed strangely aloof to the whole incident previous, though I continued to wonder what the school was going to do about it and when. I told my friend John who say next to me, and he seemed to dodge the conversation and replace it with something irrelevant, though not long after, a voice came onto the speakers and announced "All students and faculty, please evacuate the school." I knew what this was about, though no one else did, it would seem. I walked out with my friend John, walking down the halls of the school which were quite gray and depressing. John was just making jokes, and that appalled me, but I seemed still aloof to the whole situation.
This dream was similar to the incident that happened during my junior year in high school, where a boy jumped to his death from one of the buildings, though i was much more distraught then.

The next dream, weirded me out a bit. I was Lara Craft from the Tomb Raider series. I was told to spy on some group of guys, and so I did, with this circular red helicopter that had the ability to also go on two legs. I went to my target and simply watched over them with little stealth at all. They were playing cards, and that's all I really remember.

-there's a girl who will be staying at my house for about a week sometime, I haven't seen her at all-

I'm in my kitchen... playing Runescape on my laptop where my microwave normally is.. I'm home alone and I hear the door open. It's the girl that will be staying for about a week. She walks in the kitchen and is astonishingly attractive and looks about a year older than me. She was probably my height and had brownish hair that went to her shoulders.

She said that she had met me in real life before, and that she played games too. I showed her my account for like a minute and changed the subject. I stood up and talked to her for about 30 seconds. Out of nowhere, things really heat up. Not going into detail, but let's say PG-13. We somehow make it into my bedroom when I realize something. Lips turn into tongue. Not her tongue, my dogs! It was so gross, I put my head in my closet to wipe off some dog saliva on a towel. I go back into the kitchen and she's there again. I don't remember anything after that

Last night, I remember nothing. I don't just mean dreams, I mean my general night
I went out with my mates in the woods like antisocial teenagers and we had a lovely bonfired with some beers, was great! Anyway I got really drunk on Scrumpy Jacks and made my way home at about 1am and passed out in my bed. Next thing I know, I wake up in the middle of the night to wetness and nasty smells. Yeh, I pissed the bed. WORST THING that could have happened. I flipped the mattress and would have washed the sheets but was scared of my mum finding out but she hasn't noticed, so I'll just have to put up with a urinated bed for a couple of days

Dungeon at the Rook

I was in a dungeon. It was stone, dark, and miserable. I wasn't locked in, but I was behind a cell door. There were square holes in the wall in the room behind my door that were designed to offer some sort of product. There were coin returns like the ones on old coke machines or video games. I was collecting money from all the coin returns, and I wasn't supposed to.

I turned and looked out the cell door. In the walkway outside my cell, there were other holes in the wall about the size of a microwave oven. They had bars over them and they were black inside. They were cells.

I figured who ever they once held could not enter from that side. There must have been a way to get into those cells from another entrance. I thought how miserable it would have been to be locked up in one of those cells.

I started getting nervous that I was locked in, so I looked at the door. It was open. I pushed it and walked out. I looked up and out a large opening in the rock wall that led outside. A truck circled into the parking area above us.

I was with someone now. We ducked, but he thought it was his brother coming to pick us up. We were excited to get out of there. Then it seemed it may not be his brother. That's OK. We were out of the cell.

Dream skip

I have a bird's-eye view of the building with the dungeon. It is stately and looks like a government building. The main entrance is round, and then there are rectangular portions extending outwards. There is a newspaper in the plastic bag on the roof of the building at the edge of the main part of the building. It was odd even in my dream.

Dream skip

I am in a room inside the building. There is a party going on. An Asian women says, "Everyone from C-53 get together for a picture" or something like that. Some older gentlemen get together on a sofa for a picture. My stupid brother runs to a chair. It is off to the side, but it is obvious he wanted to get in the picture. The Asian woman says, "I you are C-42--what are you doing?" or something like that.

A woman shows me a strange camera called a C-9 I think. I'm not sure all these alpha-numeric identifiers are correct. They may not have been so similar in my dream.

The girls camera had a weird handle. It was a bar that you grip, and teh camera was built onto it. Anyway, I overheard someone say that the name of the building was The Rook. I assumed it had to do with the shape of the main part of the building being round like a rook in Chess.

Swimming Party

I'm in a pool teaching a young woman how to swim. She was a little heavy set and hispanic. She was cute. She had very dark eyes. She was on her back. I took her hair in my right hand and felt it so that she wouldn't realize as it was under water. I felt a wet handful of hair very vividly. I rubbed it on my leg.

Remembered two dreams from last night. The first was relatively short.
Suda51 came over to our house for dinner. Needless to say, I was excited as hell to meet him. We greeted each other, and then he pulled some mashed potatoes out of the fridge. "Tabemasuka?" he asked. I was confused at first, but rembering that I knew Japanese, I replied, "Hai! Tabemasu."
okay, so the next one is a lot more crazy compared to the last one. And I remember more.
My grandma's house, on the outside, looked like this huge, foggy, dark mansion. We were headed there to spend the night; that is me, my friend/rival Seth, and two 10 year old kids who I don't know IRL. We spent the night there, and the next day, loaded up our Gamecube controllers. They were our guns.
We headed down to the basement of my grandma's house which strikes me as funny now, because last night, I was sleeping in one of the guest rooms IN that very basement as I was having this dream... The basement looked pretty normal, just like I remembered it, albeit a bit darker. One of the kids flipped the lights on and we all headed over to a darker corner near the end of the basement. Seth and I stood back as the two kids slammed open the storage room door and went in, Gamecube Controller Guns at the ready.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I heard a shout come from the hallway. TWO shouts. The two boys. I feared the worst.
"What is it??" I called out. "Is it a necromorph??" apparently my mind was fixated on Dead Space at this moment Without an answer, the kids came stumbling out. I held up my Gamecube gun at the storage room door, preparing for whatever despicable creature might pop out.
A few moments passed...and then............... two guys popped out of the storage room, looking exhausted. I held my gun down and stared in disbelief. "That's all you were screaming aboout? Oh, c'mon!" I walked over to the TV, and the kids followed. They hopped down, and started playing Resident Evil 4 on the gamecube. I stared at them.
"Guys, we're supposed to be hunting."
A hand clasped my shoulder and a voice said, "Don't worry about it, they'll be fine." I turned around to see a man I didn't know. He was dressed in a stylish jacket, had pale skin, slicked back brown hair, and wore sunglasses. He held his hand out. "Mind if I play?"
For some reason, I didn't question it. I handed him my Gamecube Controller/Gun, and he stared at the TV as he played RE4.
And that's all I remember. Pretty weird dream.

I'm at a school and I see so many people all over the place. Most of them I have never seen before. I'm sitting in a chair facing an entrance in front of me. It was daylight and I felt a little sad. I was talking to someone in front of me but I forgot who they were. Anyways, after a while, I see one of the girls I used to be friends with in high school standing in front of the entrance door in front of me. I was happy to see her again. But because she is mad with me in real life, I didn't think she felt the same way. I yelled out her name. "Quynh!" She turned to me and just stared. She didn't walk up towards me and I didn't walk up towards her. After this, I walked in to the exit to my left and started walking home. On my way, I've met so many different people and friends. I did feel a little cautious walking through this area. I kept a close eye on anyone who might seem dangerous. This street I was walking on was curvy and there were other people walking on this road to. On my way home, I didn't meet Jonathan, an old classmate who attended English class with me our senior year. So after a little bit more of walking, the dream ended.

It's been four months since I last posted. Everything's been busy lately but this morning's dream (June 9) was vivid enough that it pushed me to post now.

Usually when I have a dream, I'd write it down and hopefully remember enough details to post when the time comes. Much has changed over the last few months. Often the dream would reflect something that goes on in real life, either before or after the dream takes place.

I still have recollections of 1/3 of my dreams, but about 2/3 are just paper notes now and I have no recall of them. Yet I'll be posting as much as I can, and hopefully in a few weeks the flashbacks to past dreams will join up with current dreams again.

Before we continue, I should explain what I mean in my use of the word "facade": basically, it's a word, another memory or previous dream, or a false recollection that triggers faint memories of the actual dream as they slip away. Sometimes the memories fade within 10 seconds of waking up.

You have to be careful sometimes - often the blog will log you out while you're trying to do a journal, and even today I had to change my password, after a Russian hacking incident months ago here.

It's a real challenge to get this thing started. Let's begin at this morning's dream, when I fell asleep on my sofa around 12:30 am.


I'm in a room somewhere. There are these orange vitamin B-12 pills in my hand, and it looks like there are several dozen of them. Should I put these in my mouth, or moreover report just what happened?

A tropical weather website comes up, dicussing a low pressure system that was bound to give us a big heat wave in the early part. Not much else was going on, except for that jet stream.

I'm sitting somewhere with an old student-teacher friend of mine, who talked about her memory of living in northeastern Ontario, where there are now some wildfires. Not sure if I ever join in on this conversation.

Hearing some words being said now, remembering a few.

"So when I was up at Algoma University, the weather would really stay pretty much the same. One day, it would be 7C. The next day, 7C and the same the day after that."

"It would take 35 minutes to drive up to Timmins, and 65 minutes when there was a big snowstorm and the traffic got heavy".

Wait a minute, I thought, looking over at a map. Wouldn't that mean North Bay takes only 25 or 30 minutes? I live in the Greater Toronto Area at this time.

Funny thing is, my friend never even went to Algoma. She went to U of T.

Now, I'm remembering something about a conversation I had with the principal, or maybe I was having one. I wasn't in trouble or anything; in fact my principal thinks of me as someone who is more mature and responsible than most.

There's a lot I didn't get to say to her, though.

I wake up with this strange pain in my left leg. Had I been bitten by a spider while I took my midnight nap? It seemed like I'd been asleep for maybe one or two hours, but as I look at my radio clock, it's 3:50 a.m. Without even going to brush my teeth, I return to my room, turn off my computer, and go to sleep. I consider taking my chemical experiment into my room before it gets stolen, but leave it there and doze off anyway.

There were these "fake vegetable" pills in a jar, that had both the shape and the taste of real vegetables: carrots, peppers and broccoli, at least two of the above three. Should I eat them?

I was asked whether I wanted an ionizing treatment, producing an isotope on my body that might have been radioactive. The isotope had an atomic mass of 188.

Of course that's going to be radioactive, I thought, when I woke up much later. Yet doing a bit of research, it turns out the element is probably non-radioactive osmium-188, which is naturally more dense than lead, and maybe a few traces of radioactive iridium-188.

Sitting there, I'm looking at a screen off the wall of my classroom, where my geography teacher was giving a lesson using a weather website that I routinely used. Next, we pointed out a small earthquake that had occurred a few days before off the northwestern coast of Ireland.

"Belfast!", I exclaimed, literally shouting it out loud. Yet Belfast was in North(east)ern Ireland, and whether I knew this at the time, I'm not sure.

The alarm woke me up again. It was just after 6 a.m., but I'd forgotten to turn off the alarm the previous night. I might wake up once more during the next bit, but whether this is recorded is unclear. Still have some assignments overdue for my geography teacher. The next part becomes rather academic.

I'm swimming in a lake somewhere, and the water is very tolerable. Whether it's more like a pond or there's a castle in the distance, I do not know, but I keep thinking it's Elsinore, the Danish city on the extreme eastern big island where the Shakespearean play Hamlet is set.

Some time is needed to practice my recipe. I had made bread before, but this was something quite different.

I have to finish another assignment, I think for the same geography teacher, involving a sled or a toboggan, that would be tested on the snow. Yet the snow had all but melted, and the assignment was overdue. How was I to finish it, then?

It's morning, and I'm on a trail with some of my friends. We'd all be university-bound next year, and to my left we see this grassy knoll that has a barn-like house positioned on top. A horse-drawn carriage was nearby, and I get the feeling that I'd seen this place before, but cannot remember where. Maybe I had been there. From where the Sun was positioned, we were walking southwest. There were some people on or near the carriage in costumes, the woman wearing some kind of shroud over her head, the whole family looking agrarian and traditional.

"Mennonites", I said.

"Yes", one of my friends continued, but...

But what? We continued walking. Over to our right, we come across this forested ravine, that has a steep drop-off soil cliff face with some tree roots. One of us, I or a friend, tries to climb down, but seeing it was so steep and there were granitic rocks underneath, we give up. We continue walking.

We were on a university campus now. I didn't know they had these types of trails here; maybe we don't.

I had debated whether or not to include the names of specific towns or universities I dreamt about. After much thought, I'm deciding to mention these places by name, and will do so in most cases for journals of past dreams.

On our right, it was the University of Guelph campus. There were still some tree branches as we approached the clearning. But I knew that none of us would be going here this year in September.

Johnston Hall.

Some say it's the most well-known landmark. Yet the rock climb had been difficult, and sometime later or earlier, I'm doing an exam for one of my classes.

It's my philosophy teacher, and this time I'm struggling to do well in this second-semester class I'm taking. I had gotten 95% in the first class, but was struggling to maintain 83% in this one. Whatever it was, I knew I needed to do well on the exam.

The room was beige, the desks far apart, the lighting dim yet incandescent. It somehow reminded me of my old elementary school. What in the world was I doing here?

I wake up this time, and it's past 10 am. Time to get up; it was a weekend morning.

OK, I know I haven't posted in ages. Yet some powerful recollections have been contained in the past dreams, and many of them go back to February. When I only have figments of dreams, then maybe I'll post as many as five in one entry, which gives overall a clearer picture of whatever that may be.

The memories may be hazy, but the dreams provide a glimpse.

I battled with insomnia again last night, so I didn't take notes. The result is I can remember a few dream scenes, I just don't know if they all take place in the same dreams or different ones, lol.

Dream Fragment One: I'm flying with Kurasawa who has wings (that's a first, lol) It only lasts a few moments though because my husband and daughter came to bed and it woke me up. I felt like I was falling back into bed before I actually woke up though, and my heart was racing like a tiny fish flopping around in my chest. It was not a comfy awakening, and spurred the insomnia for the rest of the night.

Dream Two: My BFF and her husband come over (they live states away, so this should have been a big reality check) because they're having car trouble and I need my cars AC fixed. We decide we're going to a nearby mechanics shop to get our work done together. My kids don't want to go though, so dream me decide they can stay home alone if they're good (WTF?! They're 2 and 5, noooo way is that a good idea!) We get to the mechanic shop and run into trouble because my BFF is from a different state so they want her ID to accept her credit card, only she's forgotten it. I tell them not to worry about it, I'll cover all their repairs. She asks me if I need to move money over to cover the costs first, but I assure her I have enough in the bank and it's all good. Then I get a bad feeling about my kids, and realize it was really stupid of me to leave them alone! So I hope back in my car and drive home. At home, the kids are being great and are safe and sound. Then I see a commercial about learning to weave hammocks on tv and my husband says he didn't know hammocks were woven. The lady doing the commercial was an older lady in a big weird straw style hat with all kinds of ribbons and fake birds and random crap glued on top, lol.

Dream Fragment Three: I'm walking through down town of this little country town I live in. Apparently there's going to be some sort of biker rally or something and my BFF wants me to go. It seems more like a community event than something you'd associate with Biker Gangs or anything. It's like a bunch of dads and grandpas and mom and grandmas on bikes, not a bunch of violence hungry punks, lol. I'm carrying a green box with a packed lunch. Someone stops me and asks me what's in the box. I tell them it's my lunch. They inform me that there are concessions, and I thank them and tell them I didn't know that's why I packed a lunch. Then they get all uppity with me, "Well take that lunch back. You can buy our concessions." when I don't take it back to my car, he gets pushier, "What's wrong? Afraid we poisoned our food? Take the lunch back or get lost!" I tell him I'm supposed to meet someone here and I can't take the lunch back because I'm already running late. Then I hug the lunch box (which strangely looks like a lego variety box, lol) to my chest and start running. I see my BFF sitting on a set of steps next to a water fountain with a bunch of other girls. They're all in fairly immodest clothes (short skirts and tube tops and spaghetti straps) which is weird for my bff b/c she's such an old lady about how much skin is showing. We start talking, and I tell her about the guy who was trying to make me take my lunch back. She laughs and says not to worry about it, it's not a big deal, I can eat my packed lunch and the others will buy enough concessions to cover my share too. Then I realize I forgot my camera, and she offers to go back and get it with me.

Dream Fragment Four: My BFF and her husband, me and a male behind me (whom I am 99% positive just by the way he had an energy abut him and how that energy felt) was Kurasawa. My Bff and her husband went in first, then I was about to go through the door into the hotel room and my BFF's husband put his arm in the door frame blocking me. He said I couldn't come in, and called me a monster Then Kurasawa says that I'm tired, and I need to rest and recharge. My bff's husband refuses, and Kurasawa stops being nice, and just says we're coming in whether he likes it or not., the pushes through. My BFF's husband then says fine, but we're not allowed to sleep on the bed because he doesn't want monsters on the furniture he has to use. He says if I'm tired I can sleep outside on the balcony. Kurasawa balls his hands up into fists, and I think he might have been about to hit the guy, but I reach out and put my hand on his arm and tell him it's ok, we can leave and stay somewhere else. He goes from ready to fight to completely concerned in half a second, a total instant shift in attitude. He tried to tell me I need to rest, but I don't listen, instead I walk out the door and apologize for causing trouble.

Dream Fragment Five: I'm running downhill, following behind a cop and a guy on a bike. The cop is driving a car, and the guy on the bike is holding onto the police cruiser letting it pull him through the street. They're not going very fast, and something happens and the two have to stop, but I just keep running ahead. I see a bridge, and on this wooden bridge there is a rabbit hutch. There's a fluffy white mommy rabbit and a couple of bigger baby rabbits in the hutch, then there are some TINY bunny babies that have squeeze through the hutch's wires. One hops across the bridge and into a horse pasture below. I'm afraid the horses will trample it, so I jump into the pasture to rescue it. However, the painted horses below aren't happy with this, and start to attack me. (By painted horses, I mean the ones with white black and brown cow like spots!) The horses are rearing and kicking, and I'm not even sure how I was avoiding getting hit as I scrambled back to the fence against the bridge. The cop and guy on the bike have caught up with me now, and they reach through the fence and pull me up and over it to the bridge. I try to tell the cop he needs to rescue the baby bunny, but he doesn't care at all about baby bunnies. He tells me two other babies were trampled earlier and that he's already cited the rabbits owner with animal abuse for having an improper cage, but there's nothing else he can do and if I go back in that pasture I'll be trespassing on private property and he'll have to take me to jail.

These entries always turn out so much longer than I expect them too, lol. I feel like I don't remember much from my dreams at all compared to usual when I do it this way, but apparently I remember more than I realize.

Okay... Two dreams I think, kind of confused on the order of things. My friend and I are being driven to Wisconsin by his Mom, and two of my teeth hurting. They look like they're rotting (random third persons in dreams are always fun) and we start driving to some house now, but the surroundings look kind of like a California Suburb. So I get off, and there's some guy who may have been Charlie Sheen on his driveway skateboarding. For some reason, in my mind I thought, wow, those skateboards are probably too thin for my feet. When I looked back, there were several unrealistically thin skateboards sitting there. I saw "Charlie Sheen" do a mediocre Ollie, and we went in. We walk in, and Charlie started using magic. I get scared for some reason and we get back in the car. Charlie looks really evil. This dream is hilariously stupid.

Sexy Time

I was licking a girl. It was pink and nice.

Another Pen Dream

I had a different pen dream last night.

In this dream, I had a twist pen that I have IWL. It was evidence that I was involved in a crime.

Journaling so late, I can't remember more of the dream, but it was disturbing.