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I love falling back to sleep on wekeends. This totally made up for the sad feelings I had during the previous dream.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Falling back into sleep following a previous dream I findmyself back in my room at my mom’s house. I’m sitting on the floor andlistening to my stereo. In my lap is my stuffed Poof Dog which has been with mesince childhood. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In a flash I suddenly become lucid and remember the Task ofthe Month, though I don’t think of the words. I simply remember that I’msupposed to bring my toy to life. My Poof Dog grows in size and becomes alive,and I stand up because he is too bouncy on me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I immediately want to test his abilities so I open the doorto my balcony. He follows me through the door and we are now looking over myback yard, about eight feet below. This is a pretty high jump for a person evenwith the soft grass below, and I suspect it might also be high for a dog withshort legs like he has, yet something inside me believes he will be just fine.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Jump!” I commanded him, and I waved my arm in anexaggerated sweeping motion. He squeezed in between the support beams and leaptto the ground below where my friend was looking up at us. My friend seemsunsure about this move, and she says he might get hurt. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“He’s fine! See?” I say to her as he briefly stumbles andthen walks towards the back door of the house, wagging his tail happily. “Iknew he could do it because you can’t get hurt in the dreamworld.” Poof Dog stridesright in the back door and bounds up the stairs to return to me. I pat him onthe back as he licks my other hand.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT="Calibri"]Then my neighbor slammed his car door outside mybedroom window and I woke up.[/FONT]

This dream was powerful enough to affect me even after I woke. I still have the visions from this dream in my head. The moments of lucidity were both realistic and surreal. I feel lonely after dreaming this.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A friend and I are walking around downtown at night.Something serious has happened and we need to get off the street, get tosomeplace safe. I know I’m not in danger but my friend is. I knew she was indanger and needed to get as far from the situation as possible, so I decide weshould head to my mom’s house.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We go to the house I shared with my mom back in the 90’s yetthe house still appears as it did then, with a few additional rooms that neverexisted in real life. I send my friend into a downstairs bedroom to clean upand change and my mom goes to get a few things to help her out. I head upstairsto get cleaned up myself. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I begin to undress, knowing that my door isn’t fully closedand quietly hoping that my friend will come into the room. I glance over myshoulder several times to peer at the door but it never opens. I am a littledisappointed but it doesn’t make me sad.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]No longer dwelling on the door I head into my walk-incloset. The light inside works and the closet seems quite spacious. Along theback wall I have several pairs of underwear hanging from small lingerie hangers,and it is these that attract my attention. Nearly all of them are lacy and colorfulwith blue trim, and I know a couple of them didn’t belong to me. I recognized acouple pairs as belonging to a friend from several years back, though I neverfigure out how I got the underwear.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I hold up several,trying to decide which one I want to wear. I like the stretchy lace and how itcurves around my butt, and I wonder if my friend will like it also. I am stillhoping she will come upstairs and into my room.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After what feels like several hours I head downstairs and I findmy mom leading my friend to the front door. Her belongings are packed up in abrown suitcase and she is wearing different clothes than before. A brightyellow top sits rests on her shoulders, allowing a decent view of the top ofher chest. Below she is wearing a blue denim shirt, short and above the knees,which complements the yellow of her top.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]What is really striking about her is her hair. She hadpreviously been a brunette but in the time we spent in separate rooms she diedher hair blonde and put blue streaks in it. This has the effect of transformingher into a new person, someone I can only recognize in the cheeks and eyes. Ifind I really like this hair color on her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You’re…leaving?” I ask with undisguised sadness.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think I have to.” She tells me this at the same time shelooks up to meet my eyes, and it is clear she has been crying. Her eyes are notred and puffy but tears are gently rolling down her cheeks, and I admire herflawless skin. As we look into each other’s eyes I can see the pain in them,and I realize she loves me as strongly as I love her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My mom continues to lead her outside and around the side ofthe house. I tag along close behind, wanting to hold my friend’s hand butafraid it might make things too hard on her if I do. The sidewalk we are onleads us to the back of the house, through a hallway and on into a garage witha sleek black car in it. Again my friend and I share a look and she says shedoesn’t want to leave but it would be better if she did because not only wouldshe be safe but so would I. At this moment I don’t care for my safety, I just don’twant her to leave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I walk around the car I suddenly find myself in thestreet, staring at the vehicle parked along the curb. I recognize the car as aRussian Zil, though it is considerably shorter than the typical Russianlimousine. As I stare at it the car moves out into the street as if it canglide sideways. This is confusing but I realize it must be my mom’s fault andnot me changing perspective.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Why did you park the car out in the middle of the street?”I look at her with wonder and ponder how she thought any other car would beable to get around her vehicle. I know old people have a harder time parkingclose to the curb but this is ridiculous.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She is about to get into the car to move it and drive myfriend away when the car begins to fade, as though it was a phantom. Theghostly image of the car becomes lighter and lighter and in less than tenseconds has disappeared completely. I am upset and freaking out, but it’s notthe disappearance of the car which bothers me. My friend has gone with the carand I am mad and hurt that I didn’t get to say goodbye. I feel wronged that shehad to leave at all, and I want her back.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wake up still feeling this way, and the image of her sadface remains ingrained in my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I had this dream during my first sleep period, so it's amazing I recall this much detail. I am still dreaming of celebrities. I had a few moments of lucidity towards the end when I jumped off the loading dock.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m taking a class for some type of college credit. Thecourse has nothing to do with automotive skills yet it is being held in anauto-shop. Parts and equipment for fixing cars line the walls and are groupedin various spots around the room. Despite this, the room is quite clean, andhas a large carpeted section in the middle of the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The instructor looks similar to Michael Ironside, and evensounds like him. He is wearing a light blue coverall, and he paces as he talks.He is lecturing me and a group of co-ed students about something but I’m notlistening to his speech. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Sitting cross-legged on the floor, my attention is occupiedby a stuffed animal that someone left behind on the floor. As I turn it aroundin my hands I feel a sharp lump in the body, and I push against it to find outwhat is poking me. A small crystal emerges from the fluff of the toy bear, andI wonder how it got there. Surely no one would stick this there on purpose.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The crystal isn’t super-remarkable, other than being stuckinside a toy. It looks like the kind of blue-colored crystal often worn on necklacesby young teens or hippies who believe in crystal power. It does not have anymarkings or attachments to mount it to jewelry. It’s just a crystal.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Still wondering how it got there I start pushing around onthe toy and I find more crystals, some white, some clear, and these are largerthan the first one I found. Some are as big as my thumb, and amazingly they donot leave large holes in the toy as they emerge.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I peer down at the carpet and discover there are morecrystals in the floor. I begin digging at them, lifting them out with myfingertip and placing all the white and clear ones a small paper bag. The clearones seem more important than the colored ones, which I simply place into apile in front of me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The instructor stops pacing as he notices my growing pile ofcrystals, and he seems very interested in them. Without telling us why he setsan assignment for us to dig up and gather as many crystals as we can in onehours’ time. As I already have a head start I figure this should be an easytask. However, as I look around at my classmates gathering up their own pilesof shiny crystals I begin to doubt myself.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My classmates are nearly all female, and a couple of them seemto be working together. All the piles begin to grow quite rapidly as we findthe crystals in the floor, in stuffed animals, and even in plastic play-setsscattered around the room as though we were in a daycare for small children.The crystals that come from the toys and play-sets are even a pinkish hue as ifthe toy company had placed them there to be more attractive to girls.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the end of the allotted time I look around at thecrystals I’ve gathered and the piles of the other students. Other girls havepiles as big as mine, and I worry that I don’t have enough. Some of their pilesare made up of rounded lavender rocks and I don’t know why they have gatheredthem into piles but I fear that I should have found some also. Still, mycrystal piles are quite large, and I have even held some back for my ownpersonal use, which I can use to supplement my piles if needed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never see the instructor again. Instead of waiting for hisreturn I take a walk around the auto-shop, looking at various equipment andpiles of rocks. I eventually wander into the office and I see several importantpeople, as well as a black male worker. He is thin and dressed in coveralls andwhile his look appears bright he has been relegated to menial tasks and dirty jobs.I feel for him, seeing the supervisors enjoying their air-conditioned comfortin the office.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Turning slightly to my left I walk away from the office areaand head over to a loading dock. Knowing that I am dreaming I decide to jumpoff and see how my mind handles gravity. I fall but it’s slightly slower thanin real life. I land with a thump on the concrete below, and the feel issatisfying, but I know it’s not quite as strong as it would be in real life. Ifeel happy that my mind has come close to duplicating the real world.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wander up the light slope to a set of nearby stairs toreenter the building. It’s a sunny day and the bright light makes it hard tosee the interior of the garage. My eyes finally adjust to the dimmer room and Ifind that several auto workers, all black, have begun working on cars in theroom and the piles of crystals have been picked up and removed. I’m glad Istill have my paper bag of clear crystals, which I know are quite powerful. Ithink about taking them home and hoping they will still be with me when I wakeup. As I walk to the other side of the building towards the front exit I decidethe best place to put them would be in the bathroom at home, and I give the baga satisfying shake.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I have been trying to find Link at a lake recently, and I did not find him at the lake or the bistro table; but I did find Saddam!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m on a drive in the hills in what appears to be acombination of California hills and the Alps. I’m on a high road in a vehicle,and off to my right and slightly below my elevation is a small lake, a body ofwater I can occasionally glimpse through the trees and in gaps between houses.I really want to get a better view of the lake, but every time I think I’mgoing to see it the view is obscured.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The vehicle I’m in is headed uphill to some unknowndestination. As we climb, different lakes are visible off to my right. Ipresume that I’m seeing different lakes as I climb up the hill; each oneappears to have a different shape and different volume. Sometimes they seemquite close to my level, as though a short walk would get me to the edge of thewater. Others seem far below me, hundreds of feet below and perhaps as much asa mile distant.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The scenery is beautiful. While I am driving up narrowstreets occupied on both sides by houses and small businesses, the view to myright is the occasional shot of tree-covered mountains, deep blue waters, andlake-side hotels of luxury. I really want to get out of the vehicle.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Ahead of me the road splits, and my dad, who seems to be driving,takes the road on the left. We don’t go more than 50 feet before we are stoppedby a table and chairs blocking the narrow road. A bistro with a storefront onthe road has set up a large table right in the middle of the street. The road, onlywide-enough to allow passage for one vehicle, is now impassable. I can’timagine why they would set up this table in the street, though I suspect it isfor me and my guest. Some thought crosses my mind that the restaurant waswaiting for me and some other person who has failed to show up. My concernsturn immediately back to the problem at hand.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To our right side and slightly below us is the other fork ofthe road. My suggestion for getting past the obstacle is to back up and takethe other road, and hope it leads to the same place. Moving forward isn’tworking at all as the bistro-owner won’t move the table and the water is nowrising around the van we are in. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Someone tells me the situation is okay because the van cantake a bit of water, though I doubt their information. The water has risen upover the hood of the van and is lapping gently at the bottom of the windshield.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My initial reaction is slight worry about the van and thepossibility of water coming into the passenger cabin. I look over at mydaughter and find her sleeping, her head resting upon her arm. She is aspeaceful as any child ever was while asleep, and this reassures me enough tostop worrying about the water.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]More comfortable with my surroundings I exit the van.Someone has to scout out the way ahead and figure out how to get the group pastthe table and other obstacles that might lay ahead. A little ways in front ofme the road makes a sharp turn around the corner of a building, and from thatcorner someone is shooting at me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I pull out my weapon and shoot back, ducking behind the nowupturned table as projectiles fly past me. I have the impression that theprojectiles are made of Play-Doh or some other colorful substance, and I’mcertain they are non-lethal. None of the impacts around me seem to cause anydamage, confirming my suspicions.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I move swiftly around the table to chase the shooter who hasdisappeared around the corner. What had been a road is now a brick-pavedsidewalk, and below me is a 50-foot drop to the water below. I’m not far behindwhoever I’m chasing and the sidewalk dead-ends at a brick wall, the only placeto hide being a few stacks of supplies and some crates.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I run to the end and what I took to be refuse and emptycrates was actually bags of flour and various food supplies. Finally getting agood look at my attacker’s face I realize I’m chasing Saddam Hussein, and I’ve accidentallystumbled upon his hiding place. All the people searching for him throughout theworld and I find him in this little alley with his bags of flour and stockpileof supplies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I only have a moment to realize I’m mad at him before we arefacing off, his back to a wall overhanging the water. I seize the moment andrear up with my foot, shoving him against the wall with a thump that knocks hisbreath out. Without a pause I kick at the crumbly wall next to him, sendingseveral ucubic feet of material plunging into the water below. Saddam, stillwithout breath and now nothing to hold onto, lands in the water on his face andslowly sinks into the depths, and it is clear I am seeing the last moments ofhis life. I feel little in the way of regrets.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head back along the tiny sidewalk, around the corner, anddown the path towards the van to tell everyone of my triumph. The table hasbeen cleared and the way is no longer blocked, but something feels out ofplace. I start to look around for whatever is picking at my mind when Isuddenly wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I love dreams that make no sense. Carrot, you are in this dream!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The first thing I recall is being in my apartment, though Isuspect activities happened in the dream before that. My apartment has brownshaggy carpet and a narrow window that extends from floor to ceiling. A shaftof sunlight comes in through the window and illuminates the floor and a smalltable.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Next to the small table is a soft chair and I sat down touse the phone. I call the pharmacy, because I want to get some ecstasy for meand my friend. Knowing that they will never just give it to me without a goodreason I invent a story that I am a war veteran with post-traumatic stressdisorder. I had heard about a local veteran being stressed and this seemed likea believable excuse.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The pharmacy never doubted my story for a second. Feelingtriumphant, I left my apartment and got into my car to head up the hill. I’venever had a pharmacy perched high on a hill before but this seemed like a goodplace for one in my dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking in I notice it looks like most pharmacies; clean,white, and filled with overflowing shelves of health products. I walk rightpast all these and up to a counter where a pharmacist is leaning over on hiselbows.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m here to pick up a couple of prescriptions.” I say tothe man, who shows no specific interest in me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He asks for my name and I tell him. He turns to his shelfand brings me one of the two scrips I phoned in. He then turns to his computerto check something, making me wait a moment while he figures something out. Hishead is down and he is not observing me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Finishing with the computer task he obtains my prescriptionand starts counting out pills. One by one he moves them along a blue tray andinto a catch area, counting out loud as he goes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Half of these are full strength and half of these are goingto be half-strength. You understand?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, Yes, I understand.” I wasn’t about to argue this point.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking up at me, he suddenly asks, “So, why do you need aprescription for ecstasy anyway?” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think OH SHIT! I hadn’t really thought this perfectlythrough. I had my reason, but I certainly didn’t look the part. I NEED TO PLAYTHIS UP A BIT, I thought.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Placing my hand on my head and acting uncomfortable I said, “It’sbeen so difficult lately to get by.” I glanced up and shuffled my feet asthough I had a limp. I was doing my best to make him think I was the troubledwar veteran. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The pharmacist just gave me a non-committal look, as thoughnothing I said mattered to him. He slightly shrugged his right shoulder andsimply said, “Okay.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]If he hadn’t turned right then to head into the back of thepharmacy, he would have seen the look of relief wash over my face. I couldn’tbelieve he actually bought it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The pharmacist hadn’t been gone for even a minute before Ibegan to doubt myself. Perhaps he was in back calling the police. Maybe he wastalking to his boss about me. I had to find out.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding the only way to find out was to go where he had, Iwalked around the counter and down a hall towards a back room. Opening the doorI walked right in on the pharmacist and his partner, the other pharmacistworking in the store. Their white coats were gone and it was evident that theyhad been having butt sex.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stuck my hands in the air defensively and said, “Hey, whoa!I didn’t mean to walk in on you. I know how much you like butts. I like butts,too!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The two just looked at me but never said anything. It wasclear that I should just leave. I grabbed the bottle of medicine located on thelamp table to my left and exited quickly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking through the pharmacy I went ahead and took one ofthe ecstasy pills. I was hurrying, knowing it was lucky I even got themedicine. I uttered a huge sigh of relief when I was through the doors andoutside, knowing my chances of getting away from there with my prize were stillremote.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The taste of the pill is barely noticeable, but already Ican feel the effects of the drug in a mild way. The sensation is more like theanticipatory build-up to a drug experience than the actual effects of the drug.Still, it’s enough to get me excited as I get behind the wheel of my car andstart the engine. I feel exhilarated as I put the car in reverse and begin toback up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Glancing off to my left side I notice my friend has arrived,clearly on his way to the pharmacy to pick up his prescriptions. Like me, hewas supposed to pick up one legitimate prescription and one bottle of ecstasythat I had ordered for him. I decided I needed to talk to him before he made itinside so I pulled the car through the lot and parked along the curb near hisapproach path.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I had to roll down my window to get his attention. “Hey,dude!” I got him to come closer to me so I wouldn’t have to shout.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Yeah?” Something about his voice always sounded like he hadhis hands in his pockets and it didn’t matter what you told him, the answerwould always be something non-committal. Indeed, his hands were in his pockets,and the slouch of his body suggested he had the weight of the world on his shouldersbut he was used to it being there and he was just trying to get through hisTuesday.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Listen, I know I got you into this and you don’t have toget the prescription for ecstasy if you don’t want to, just please, don’t fuckme on this! That’s all I ask!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He took this in stride as though I had asked him to addfabric softener to the laundry load. He simply said, “Okay.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Okay.” I watched him walk away towards the pharmacy. As heentered the sliding doors I pulled away from the curb and onto the road whichled back down the hill.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I felt so light, so free, and I began speeding down theroad, faster than was probably safe. The road was wet and had several spotswhere the pavement flattened out before dropping off sharply, causing me tocatch air and land with a bump strong enough to make me wish I had slowed downa little. Still, I was making good time and was nearly at the bottom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The slope of the hill eased and became a mostly flat roadthat ran along a wide creek or small river. The water was contained bycobblestone walls from which people would hang their poles out over the waterand attempt to catch the fish-of-the-day. Mostly it was just a bunch of oldpeople that liked to get together and talk about sex.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went speeding by all these guys in my car, driving rightinto their fishing lines and equipment as though I belonged there more thanthey did. I upset several fishermen as I tangled their lines together and gotthem caught up under my wheels, though I didn’t come to a stop until I reachedthe end of the waterway, at which point the road made a sharp turn to the left.This is where I finally parked my car and got out, handing a net and some thickfishing line to the man who was standing closest to me. He was still yelling atme with his thick accent as I walked off through a nearby park and beyond to arestaurant with outdoor seating.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I strode right up to a long table about chest high where Ifound my mom waiting for me. I hop up onto a barstool type seat and beginlooking over the menu, telling her I’m glad to see she came. I briefly considertelling her about the ecstasy I consumed, but think better of it and decide notto a split second before my dad shows up. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I had not expected my dad to come to the dinner, and mydispleasure should be obvious. I’m clearly scowling and hunkering down in mychair like I didn’t want him to talk to me. I was bothered by everything abouthim, from his odd-looking beard to his Nehru jacket which seemed so out ofplace for this day and age. I wanted him to leave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He converses with my mom for a moment and she is polite tohim. As he excuses himself to visit the bathroom I ask her how she can havepatience for him and his act. She says something motherly about how time haspassed and I accept her answer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Realizing I need to go to the bathroom also I excuse myself,and as I walk from the table I find my mom needs to use the restroom also. Aswe approach the bathroom and the unusually long line I find I am standing nextto Carrot and we are talking while we wait for available stalls. We haven’teven entered the bathroom yet, still standing outside in the cold with aboutten other strangers who all need to pee. I start giggling about something andthis sets Carrot into a smiling fit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When free stalls finally open up we go running in to use thebathroom, our bladders overly full with piss from our beers. I don’t recallactually using the toilets but we came out pretty quick and went straight todrying our hands, skipping over anything to do with water or soap. The DysonAir Blade by the door warms up our hands in the cold air.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking out I pass the line for the men’s room and everyonein it is wearing lumberjack plaid, almost like what you’d expect if it was aplaid holiday. Some men even sported coonskin hats and thick gloves, though theweather didn’t seem cold enough for such accessories. I laughed with Carrot aswe ran away and back towards our table.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Black means non lucid
Orange means semi lucid
Blue means lucid
Red means dream characters talking
Purple means possible shared dreaming person
Green means notes


Got it? Great! Now enjoy reading my dreams.


Dream #1 . Fighting some creatures in a department store.

Im in store fighting off a bunch of weird looking creatures with a sword. There is this girl with me fighting them off too. She looked a bit like Zooey Deschanel. She kept saying things like..

"I GOT YOUR BACK BABY, I GOT YOUR BACK!"

Im slashing em with this sword in my hands and running thru this huge department store.
I run thru clothes racks and trying to find other useful items, i managed to find a huge spear gun and some guns. I feel the dream closing in on me, and try remembering everything around me.

WILD - Dream #2 Losing a partner.

I am now in another part of the deparment store, and notice that the Zooey Deschanel looking chic, has been injured. She is laying on the floor coughing up blood and trying to talk to me. She mentions that she can feel her life coming to an end, and that i shold be on my way. She also mentions to me to go on without her, and to leave her.

"No, we stick together alright? Thats what partners do."

"No no..(coughing up more blood) just go. I'll be fine...i enjoyed fighting by your side, its an honor to die this way."

I begin tearing up, holding her bloody body in my arms as i am kneeled by her on the ground. She starts to reach her hands towards my face and tells me, that seeing my face before she dies is a dream come true. She tries to say something else, but dies in my arms. I take my hands and close her eyes, and start tearing up a bit more. The dream fades and i wake up.


4:30 - 4:40 am. Did plenty of subconscious training and went back to bed.


Dream #3 Best Friends.

Im with one of my childhood friends, and we are running thru this grassy field talking about what life is gonna be like for us when we get older.


Dream #4 A price on my friends head.

Im talking with some men in some suits about some guy that they want me to take out. I have a photo in my hand and it looks like my childhood friend. The men mention to me that he has been taking them for granted, and if i don't take him out, then they will do it.
Im thinking things over trying to figure out the best way to go about doing this.

Dream #5 Advice from Natalia.


Im in a hotel with Natalia and she is explaining to me about the best way to take my friend out. I tell her that me and him grew up together and that i can't do that. She says..

"But you have not seen him in years, and now all of a sudden he decides to show up? Sounds a bit suspicious to me."

I ponder on this thought, and try to think of logical ways this can be done.


Dream #6 Checkmate.


Im playing this one older white guy in chess at a park and its nighttime. I ended up winning and the man looked at me and smiled.


Dream #7 You have a price on your head.


Im in a university and im putting leather gloves on my hands walking down this hallway wearing a black leather jacket with dark shades on and black boots, with dark black pants and my hair in a ponytail. I spot my friend standing by his locker. I walk up to him and he starts saying things like..

"Rememeber when we were little, and we use to ride our bikes down by the witch lady's house? Man she use to say she was gonna curse us if we ever rode past again! Lol i remember you told her to suck your dick! Lol And she started chasing us. Good times buddy."

(Me)


"What? Whats wrong?"

"Ah, nothing. Just got something in my eyes man thats all."

"Oh ok. So whats up? Why you dressed in all black man?"

I just could'nt bring myself to kill this dude. So i decided to give him some money (A couple of hundred grand) and told him to pack up and leave town. I mention to him, that there is a price on his head, and that his life is in danger.


9:30 - 9:45 am Did plenty of reality checks with my totem and went back to bed.


Final dream: Spotted by my stalker.






Im talking with three beautiful exotic looking babes about totems and lucid dreams. There are four girls chatting with eachother about something nearby. I can sense that someone is about to come loking for me so i tell the girls i have to take care of something. I noticed out the corner of my eye that its one of my crazy former stalkers.

"Great."

I tell her that this is my dream, and that should she find something better to do with her time then bother me. She says..

"I just wanted to show you my new tattoo of you on my arm."

(Me)


"Why the fuck would you that uh? We are'nt together anymore get that thru your head WOMAN!"

"But i love you!"

I start running from her trying to ignore her.

"You can run, but i will always find you my love!"

I find a abandoned building and shapeshift into a black cat. She walks in looking for me but just notices the black cat. I look at her and run off thru the building creeping in the shadows. I make my way thru a creak in the side of the house, and project back as myself running to a nearby store.

I find a girl nearby and take her by the hand to try and have sex with her but the dream fades and i wake up. Damn...all that time wasted! Stupid stalker!


I am very very happy with my results. It defintely made up for what i got yesterday! Im going to keep my subconscious mind wired, so that i can keep my recall looking like this.

The Art of Rocketing
I remember being at school. I was the only one in the hallway except for a girl. She walked up to a table near to me. I looked at the table. On it were books that had a lime green color on them. The girl noticed my interest and said, "You should check out this book. It's really great." Then she walked away.

I walked up to the table and eyed the books. They were all the same. I read the cover. "The Art of Rocketing." it said. I flipped through the pages and decided that I wanted to try it out. So I started to read it.

The dream turned into the scenario of the book. Two friends were out in the woods with their rockets. They placed the rockets under them and strapped on. One guy flew backwards; the rocket facing the other way than his body was. He shot through the trees. I could see the fire coming out of his rocket blazing throughout the air.
They flew their rockets over to a creepy house that was for sale. A map was shown in front of me of the whole house. Apparently there were ghosts in some rooms, as it showed on the diagram.

The Elemental Hunger Games
I was sitting there with some people I knew and some I didn't know. We were sitting on a bench in a waiting room. In front of us was a wide mural of what looked like a map.

I think I knew where I was. It was just like the Hunger Games; only you were on teams. You had to kill each person in each team to win. I think there were 4 teams with 5 or 6 people on each.

My friend sat beside me. She looked over to me. "Hey," she said. "I hope we're on the same team."
I nodded. "What elements do you know?" I asked her.
She held up her hand and produced water in it, making it float. "Only water."
I held up my hands and showed her mine. First I created a fiery ember in my hands, moving my hand all around it. Then I summoned a piece of earth in my hands. Next I created water the same way my friend did. Then I felt a gust of wind in my hands. I felt it circling around me.

"So you know all of them, huh," she said. "I guess you're the avatar then."
I didn't think that this was strange at all.

Soon we had to go disperse into teams. Before I knew it, we were all on the battlefield sitting in our underground base. Everyone took turns going outside and guarding. It was a matter of life and death; we waited for the other teams to get beaten while we hid. It may have been cowardly, but I guess it was smart. It was my turn to go guard. I emerged out into some kind of junkyard. And to my luck, a large boy with what looked like a spear in his hands (this may have been Cato) came charging at me.



I ducked as he tried to hit me with it, and threw an uppercut into his stomach. Staggering, he threw his spear straight at me. I dodged it; hearing it whistle by my right ear. Somehow I killed him, I don't remember how I did.

I was on my bedroom and my TV had a function which I could summon people. I thought they were real people until one of them tried to kill me. Actually me and my parents were the only people in the world. I was too terrifyed that I ran away... but there were like "police" that caught me. Actually they were guys with lead suit. They hold me in a room where I met my friends. We were awfully scared because we knew they were going to kill us. When those guys transfered from rooms they had to disinfect us so we took that opportunity to hit the guard and scape. A load of guards came to us and caught some of them but me and another friend managed to scape. There was a guard following us and if he catched us he would kill us so we ran and ran but all within the building's limits. Then I spotted an exit door and in that moment I realized that I was dreaming but the dream collapsed.

Then I was with my family in some mountains. We stood to see the landscape and it was awesome: Was dark so you could see the moon and stars but they were so shiny that it reflected all the landscape, just perfect. It's like any picture of a dream scene you can get on internet.
Well in those mountains there was a long passage which led to the city. We had to be very careful about savages but both ends of the passages were ours. The other end (city's end) of the passage discovered some ice balls that they could throw and they made a huge explosion that froze everyone nearby. They started throwing a lot of of them so those who were on the mountains started running to the city but they found that those that were on the city started running to the mountains, and they yelled "RUN!" so we freaked and ran again towards the mountains. Then all calmed down and I went to the city to throw one of those balls and have some fun, but I threw them so quickly that they ran out immediately however they didn't explode. We went to collect them and after that we hid them in different parts of the room (it was in the end of the passage). Then i woke up.

Dream Start:
I start off in my school.I see my Friend Hailey C. hugging her friends.She looks at me with a smile and I ask "Can I have a Hug?" She replies "Yeah" then this VERY good feeling happened through my body and in an instant I knew she is now me girlfriend.She hands me this book and walks away.She wrote in the book that she KNEW she was going to get a boyfriend(In a stanza,it was like a poem) and the next stanza she the title was "WHATTH3BOY" and she said in it "....My boyfriend hugged me and suddenly we liked each other,my awesome boyfriend is Whath3(she did not write boy)..."the next and final stanza was titled "My boyfriend" and it was not a poem it was like another girl commented about me saying "Eww, why do you like him he's disgusting... -Amanda D." then Hailey said "No! HE IS NOT!WE HUGGED AND NOW HE IS MY BOYFRIEND!GTFO AMANDA!" the next thing I know I was holding the book and closed it.Then I woke up.
Dream End.

Dream Open: I open my eyes, and find that I am waking up on a hill with a cliff that over looks a pale yellowish brown building (it was slightly orangish too, but looked old and like it was made of some sort of stone.) I'm thinking about dreams, and I wonder why I don't remember having one before I woke up. Then I wonder if I'm in one now? I jump to see if I can fly, I can! I must be dreaming, but the full scope of it doesn't really hit me so I don't get very excited. I fly in a big circle over the building and the hill and there's a river below as well as a city. I wake up before I can do anything else. Not sure that I was fully lucid, I mean I knew I was in a dream, but I wasn't hit with that epiphany that I can do whatever I want to :/

Dream Two: I wake up in front of a house that I recognize as my own even though it doesn't look like my normal house. It looks more like a house I'd build in the Sims when I start a legacy game. It's a small square, with no windows, only a door. It's so small, that there's only a couple to three feet on either side of the door before the corner of the building! I notice there are some round looking trees nearby too, planted in rows. Ray and DJ from the cartoon band "Your Favorite Martian" are spray painting the brick on my house. They don't look like cartoons though, Ray looks like himself, and while I've never seen the guy that DJ is modeled after I assume he looks like he would in real life. (My subconscious must love Ray, all I have to do is hear his voice when my husband watches his videos or have youtube popup a "recommended for you" video with his face on it and he's in my dreams ) They are spray painting American flags on either side of my house, but they are claiming that it shows my support of gay pride, lol. The flags are outlined in white, and they're spray painting the red lines in, they haven't gotten to the blue square or the stars yet. I yawn and feel like I had a great nap, and thank my lucky stars I'm not as sleepy as I have been and hope my insomnia is gone if I was able to nap outside near a couple of guys spray painting. (Little do I realize I'm freaking asleep right then, no wonder I felt well rested! ha ha) I walk through the trees, and on the other side of them is a road, I cross it, and suddenly I'm looking at a super tall brick building that I assume is a store or a fire station. The neighbor's kid is there, and he's spray painting an American flag on the side of that building, and his progress mirrors that of Rays on my house. Suddenly the dream logic kicks in, and I assume I had it wrong, it wasn't Ray and DJ painting my house, it was the neighbors kids painting the fire station! I tell the kid he'd better stop, that even if it was a pretty picture, it's still considered vandalism because that's a public property and not his own house. He starts freaking out (his dad's a cop, lol) and then I tell him he can probably wash it off. I go back home, I'm not really interested in helping him clean up after his stupid mistake, I'm not that nice. I go inside my house, and it's bigger on the inside than it looks. I see my grandma, and tell her that I saw the neighbors kid spray painting the fire station. Then I tell her how I told him to wash it off or something. She tells me those kids never had any sense or brains, and I agree. Then I'm zooming out above the house and the trees have moved, which I find odd, but I'm still zooming out into blackness. I wake up, but just go back to sleep instead of taking notes not like me at all, ha ha. I didn't even remember to try to DEILD.

Dream Three: I know there was some to the begging of this that I can't remember The earliest point I remember, I'm running through some buildings with a woman in her forties or fifties. She's thin for that age, but she has some telling wrinkles that prove her age and hard years. Her hair is long and black, but not fancy or done or anything. She's wearing black dress pants and a blazer over a white button up shirt. Her shoes are black high heeled boots and she's only got on gold earrings and lipstick, not a lot of jewelry or makeup or anything. She's explaining to me that when two people of the same magic capacity collide, it'll be the slower one who absorbs not only the impact the opponent aims at them, but also the impact of their own magic aimed at the opponent. Then she tells me when I attack I need to be the fastest. I find this all very familiar (and later remember it's from the Manga I was reading last night, "Zetsuen no Tempest") I find myself going through the motions like it's a memory not like I'm doing it for the first time, of trying to throw magic from my hands at her. I miss, and she keeps running. I'm not trying to hurt her, she's teaching me and this is practice. I see something from the corner of my left eye. it's a guy leaping from some stairs on a fire escape, also chasing the woman. He's faster than me, and turns around a corner and I see a flash of white. I get around the corner and he's on the ground clutching his stomach. He wasn't fast enough. The lady is standing over him and offers him her hand to help him up. He takes it, and tries to play it cool as soon as he seems I'm around the corner too. The lady starts walking now, not running, and telling us we're not fast enough. Apparently I'm lucky I was so slow I missed her, because if I'd been just a bit faster and hit her, I'd have gotten the recoil from her magic and my own attack and been on the ground like Kay. I think it's odd she's calling him Kay, and I look at him for a minute. Something's really familiar about him, and I can't figure out what it is that's nagging me about him (If you follow my dream journal, you should know without this description, ha ha). He's got messy blond hair that's just past his ear, not really long, but by no means short. He looks like he's probably 21 or 22, but the way he carries himself with confidence I wonder if he's older and just looks younger. I focus on his black clothes for some reason, and then decide of course he looks familiar, we're training together, I should know him! (Dream logic strikes again!) we all three cross the street, and the guy starts walking up the side walk, but the woman cuts through a cemetery towards a church. I start to follow her, but a woman calls out behind me, "Hey B, what are you doing in the cemetery? You don't belong there!" I turn around to see another middle aged woman wearing some pretty old looking clothes, like she's too poor to buy new ones kind of thing. They're thread bare and faded from over washing, but no holes. I try to tell her I'm following my mother, even though in the dream I know the woman I'm following isn't my mom but I don't think I'm supposed to let on that she's my teacher either. The lady yells back at me, "There ain't nothing in that there cemetery but ghosts!" I turn to motion to the woman I was following, but she's changed form completely! She now looks like Harriet Tubman. I'm completely blown away how she's changed not only her face, clothes, race and age, but she's also almost see through!! She winks at me and says, "How do you think I get around without being noticed? People will ignore what they think is a ghost because they don't want to see one!" I can't become a ghost, so I decide to follow the guy instead, I'm sure he knows what we're supposed to do next. I run up the wide walk after him, but by now I'm a considerable distance behind him. He crosses a busy four lane road, and opens the door to a litle shop. I start to follow, but stop in horror when a little girl around 2 or 3 runs out the shop door when he opens it and towards the road. He grabs her JUST in time to keep her out of the road. But then, a little boy probably 6 or 7 runs out the door too and the guy can't grab him because his hands are full with the little girl. The boy trips, and falls, and without thinking I run up and grab him and jump into the middle turning lane before the traffic can hit us. He's skinny, so he weighs a lot less than my son, and I can easily carry him and bounce him a bit while I say "shhhhh, I got you, your not going to get hit buddy! You really shouldn't run out into the street like that!" He's got some scratches on his leg, and I decide to carry him inside and clean his scratches. Kay holds the door open for me, and thanks me for saving his brother. A n older lady, probably in her mid 40s is in the shop. She's wearing flashy purple clothes, she's heavy set, and wearing all kinds of gaudy jewelry with makeup caked on her face. Her eyes are sharp, they give the impression that she's watching my every move, sizing me trying to decide if I'm friend or foe and if foe, how to attack most effectively. She thanks me in a condescending tone for rescuing the kid, and tells me that he'll be fine now. I tell her he's scratched up, so I'd like to make sure he's cleaned up before I leave, I don't want the kid to get an infection or anything. She tells me she'll clean him up, but he seems scared of her, so I tell her I will do it before I leave just to be sure, then ask where the bathroom is. She starts to say something, but a little girl speaks up, "There's no water in the bathroom. We ran out." I look up at Kay who has yet another kid in his lap (there must have been five kids in this place, lol) and he shakes his head, "There was water when I left, but sometimes we do run out." The woman clicks her tongue and then says, "Well, since your here, why don't you stay for dinner?" I nod, but instead of talking to her, I whisper to Kay, "Wait, don't you need a mask or something?" (this was a reference to a book I just got called "Masque of the Red Death" Not the original story, but a modern authors attempt to turn it into a teenage love story set in the future.) He looks confused and says, "No?" then I'm distracted by this black rods that fly up and are hoovering around my head. They're a flat black metal, about the width of a pocky stick, but about ten inches long with a single black feather at the top of them. They're floating slightly slanted like a "/" Confused at what they are, I reach my hand up and start to touch one. When my hand gets close, the rod starts swirling quickly, orbiting my hand like it's very excited or something. I extend a finger, and when I touch the rod it's like whatever force was making it seem alive was gone and it just dropped to the floor like the inanimate object it was. there are three more still floating, and I do the same to each of them. I'm mystified, but the woman looks unhappy. Kay grabs my elbow and pulls me to another room where a table is set and he's saying something about needing to hurry so I can get home before my family misses me. The woman asks where I live, but I can't remember so I don't know how to tell her. In my awkward silence, Kay says, "She lives kind of far away so she needs to hurry." The woman is not happy about this answer, but she can't really press further and still keep her semi-nice act up, so she doesn't. Instead, these giant wooden butterflies with wing spans two feet long fly into the room. There are three, and they're beautiful blue and black with rounded wings. I reach up for butterfly to touch it, curious how it's flying without any cords or anything. When I try to touch the first one it suddenly flaps it's wings quickly and flies about three feet before crashing lifelessly to the floor. I try the second, and again when my hand gets close it flaps away quickly then crashes lifelessly, this time hitting the wall. I apologize for having it crash into the wall, and say I should probably stop before I break something. But the last butterfly looks so calm and collected, I can't help trying to touch it to. It does the same, but crashed like a dive bomb straight at the lady! She dodges it and glares at me. I apologize, and say I should really go home. Kay stands up offering to walk me out. When we get to the door something clicks and it finally hits me this is a dream and who he is. I lean up on my tip toes and start to kiss him, but he shakes his head ever so slightly motioning his eyes towards the woman in the other room as if to say I shouldn't kiss him in front of her. Instead I wrap my arms around his neck in a big hug and whisper to him, "Your not Kay, Your name is Kurasawa." He whispers back, "I know. I don't know why in this dream you think my name was different." Then the whole dream faded into blackness. I rolled over to go back to sleep, but my husbands alarm chose that moment to go off. After two hours of trying to go back to sleep, I got up and wrote this all out, hoping I can sleep afterwards!

Now, for those who are still confused about who the DC was! I have a re-occurring dream character that I've been calling "K" in my dream journal entries... his name in my dreams is actually Kurasawa. He's actually the reason for me looking into lucid dreaming, when he first started appearing a year ago he told me on a couple of different occasions that, "This is your dream, I'm just along for the ride." He would also push me to question why things in the dream were the way they were. I'm going to start using his name in my dreams because apparently calling him K here is bleeding over into my dreams and confusing me. There's really no reason to call him just K anyways, I was just keeping with conformity of never using actual names, lol. And though is name is Japanese, he doesn't look it at all. I'm pretty sure the name was just my brain being over influenced by all the Anime and Manga I partake of If that explanation's not enough for you, there's more on Kurasawa here: 2-8-11, Important dreams from the past: K's Original Dream - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views

I was in my room the light was on and so was the Tv. I went over to the tv and family guy was on the part where lois is on the piano singing i went throught the hallway all the doors where gone i went to my bro's room but he wasnt there but his tv was on but it was white and staticy. So i went back to my room and layed on my bed my psp was on it i picked it up and the headphones where pluged in just then my dad ran in yelling and hitting my bed all of a sudden i said im dreaming. At that moment the dram turned white there were cracks around the dream was shaking and i heard a loud deep voice say YOU ARE EXPIRENCING A MIRACLE!!! then i woke up.

I was in a house that i've been in along time ago i was on the floor and next to me was a puppet with needles and it was gray. I got up and it sat up to i looked at it and it looked at me i put my hand up and it put its hand up like it was a mirror of me the weird part is a couple years later after i had this dream and forgot about it i drew it and called it (gigs) when i drew it i remembered this dream.

I was with my sister Tori in a house i've been to before in my dreams (i think i've been there twice this is my thrid) and my dog sophie was there i picked her up and hugged her then i put her down and tori gave her a biscut just then the scene changed. I was in my old house with my bro Devon, my sisters Tori and Adri we where behind a couch hiding from something but i didnt know what it was so i got up and there was a big robot that was silver. It picked me up and threw me and was about to kill my family (back then i had a lot of noghtmares so i stoped wanting to dream) I got angery and said thats enough im tired of being afraid so i got up and ran twords it and punched it. The robot went flying across the room it got back up and shot lasers but i didnt stop i started do matrix moves to dodge it then when i got close i started doing jackie chan moves and right when it was down i backflip kick and i went through the roof. I was extremly happy then my mom came in and said itime for bed even though i was in a dream. Iwoke up this morning super happy about it no dreams are gonna mess with me any more.

I was with my friend Julia and a couple of others. We were staying at some kind of hotel apartments. Around the hotel, there were some restaurants. One was McDonald's. I was kind of complaining that it didn't have any breakfast restaurants, like Huddle House or I-HOP. I remember walking down to a sort of tent thing outside of the building and sitting on the top of the jumpy surface. We leaned over and saw some kind of huge pot with what looked like yellow foam in it. I met some more friends from my class here.

Once we were done, we walked back to the building. We entered what looked like my garage. Julia went through the door in front of me first. Suddenly, I dropped all of my shoes. Apparently I was holding them in my hands.

I stooped down to pick up all of my shoes that dropped. I set my three bags on the floor; my purse, backpack, and a yellow duffle bag.

I decided I would put a pair on, but struggled. I chose the flip flops; but I still couldn't put them on easily. So I just decided to grab all three. Julia was waiting for me inside the door, so I better hurry.

I felt like someone was watching me. I looked up. Sure enough, a boy looked at me from around the corner, then hid his face. Before he could walk away, I ran in front of him. He smirked at me. He held my backpack and duffle in his hand.

"Hey!" I yelled, lurching for my bags. He stepped back.
"You don't want to do that." He smirked again.
"And why not?"
"I have a bomb here," He pointed into something in his pocket. "That could go off at any moment if you try me."
I turned around, looking for something to hit him with. But when I turned back around to face him, he was already out the door. I started to run after him, but another boy, a much taller, stronger than the other, stepped in front of me.

"Seriously, don't." He said.
I tried to hit him, on the neck, hopefully that could stun him. I missed because he dodged.
He held up what looked like a chalkboard eraser. "Nested inside here," he said, "is another bomb. Don't mess with me."
I hesitated. Then I heard the door open behind me. Julia came running out, and started trying to hit the guy. We both were trying to throw punches, but he kept blocking them with his strong arms. Eventually we started kicking him, and he eventually ran away. They still had my bags though.

I have reoccurring dreams of unnatural tornadoes. By unnatural, I mean I live in heavily forested mountains. It's always creepy and unsettling and I am always struggling to escape, but can't