non-lucid

Date: 11/21/13
Technique(s) Used: WBTB
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I was with my family, and we were all driving to a hotel. We enter through the doors, and my dad calls me on the hotel room phone (Which looked suspiciously like our house phone). He sounded a little different on the phone. I turn around after he calls, and there he is, inside the room, a phone in his hand.

I decided to take a walk outside, and soon came across a road. There was a small child playing in the road. A green car was blazing towards him, so I run and toss him out of harm's way.

I am struck by the car, but not in the conventional way - I seemed to have glided over the car, instead of getting thrown backwards, onto my back.

The car skidded to a stop, and came to check and see if I was breathing. Apparently, the crash caused my clothes to disappear.

I ran for a golf cart, and drove back to the hotel. Obtaining queer looks from guards, I go back inside.

On the other side of the door, there was a large golden retriever. I played with him, and soon awoke.
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This dream took place within an old school, one I didn't recognize. I was with Dean (from Supernatural), looking for something; I can't seem to remember what.

I went outside to try and find the Deuce, only to come upon a forest of cars and other vehicles. I tried looking around, while the sounds of construction work filled the air. You could smell the dirt and stone they were using.

As I gave up hope, I come back to a scene: Dean was being confronted by a small group of construction workers, lead by the architect of the operation. I rush over, hoping things hadn't escalated yet. They were about to, so I used my quick wits to get us out: I told Dean to "Get back inside, grandpa," for he had with him a bright, yellow cane, and shoved him back into the building.

We retreat into the sanctuary of the school, smiling and laughing at each other. We go into a small room, with a couch in it. From one of the windows on the doors, we see the group readying black crossbows to get us. I began to lock doors, and Dean went to investigate an entrance across from the room we were in.

I lock and secure all doors within the room. As soon as I finish, I hear a loud bang, like a door being slammed open. I dive behind the couch, searching for something blunt, in case I am found. Behind me, there was a large, plastic sniper (Probably Nerf), colored bright blue. I grab it, and made a plan: If they came this way, I'd trip them with it.

The footsteps come closer, and I grow more nervous. Where was Dean? The footsteps come close, and my heart seems to stop. Then, I hear something that relieves me: It was the voices of children.

I stand up, and my hypothesis was proven right - it was two kids, both with foam dart guns in hand. I smile at them, and we all play for a minute. They shoot me, and I pretend to go down dramatically, gripping my chest and shutting my eyes.

When they opened, I was back in my room, awake.

Original journal entry dated July 16, 2002:

There was an elf in my dream, and a big castle, and the castle used to have people in it but didn't any more. So the elf, apparently, kept on living there, even though it was a little kid. Something about one parent being a goddess or something. In any case, I don't know what made all of the people leave, only that they came back and found the elf, and assumed that it was a harmless orphan when it probably could have killed them just by pointing at them. Then there was something about the cellar of the castle, and everything in my dream changed so that it was like Harvest Moon (the game), and for some reason the cellar was massive and there was a lot of wheat, and the characters had to live there for awhile because their own houses had flooded. And then I dreamed that we (we being me and some group of people, or maybe I was the elf this time?) were going through a toy store, only it was all salvaged stuff from before some big apocalypse (something to do with the castle), so it wasn't n horrible condition but some of the stuff was old and beaten up. Then I dreamed that they stuffed me into a toy rocket and sent me to the moon. The end.

Original journal entry dated July 17th, 2002:

The first dream had to do with baseball. We were all sitting in a field outside of a baseball diamond, watching the team play. Professional teams were playing the first half, but then the people who were watching were going to take over and play the rest of the game. But when we were going to switch, the professionals didn't want to because the game was so close. But they had to give up the field. I was the first up to bat on my team, and I quite unexpectedly hit a home run. Then I was back in the field for some reason, waiting my turn or something, and Lexa drew a comic strip about how the Desk Monster, who was a sentient pile of garbage who lived in a school desk, took over the classroom. It was very funny.
Then, for some reason, I was walking through an old apartment complex.
I was walking through the old building... and it was horribly dirty and broken-down. There was dirt and roaches (both the insect and the other kind) and crack-heads and such on the lower levels. There was the atmosphere of hunger and general hopelessness, aside from the smoke and narcotics.
But there was a level of the building that I had never noticed.
When I went up there, it was ten times worse than the rest of the building. The walls were rotted through and in some place there were simply gaping holes in the woodwork. What furniture there was was moldy and dirty, and home to myriad disgusting little critters. There were a few people, but they were all in drug-induced stupors. I think I had someone with me, but I can't remember who. The light was dirty and yellow (well, this wasn't much different than the rest of the building).

The last dream was sort of weird, in a way. In it, we -- we being a random group of adventurers that I don't know in real life -- were lost in the mountains. It was cold, snowy, and glacial. We were all looking for our master, basically our boss, who had gone to investigate a claim in the area. One of the party members, a dwarf, was hoping that it would be a silver mine, since he was a silver-dwarf - that was his caste, I guess - and he mined for and worked with only silver. He talked about the "gaudy" gold-dwarves, but I think he was sort of jealous. I assured him that silver was MUCH prettier. Incidentally, this is another dream in which I was male. Anyway, after much wandering around and a good deal of almost freezing to death we happened upon a rangers'-station and they took us in, warmed us up, etc., and reprimanded us for wandering around in an area we were unfamiliar with. But our master was there! He was very busy in a back room with something. He was a dwarf, I think. Anyway, the silver-dwarf went to watch him work. He was working on a ring. It turns out that the "claim" he was investigating was a special stand of trees with magical wood. You could forge the wood like metal, and it would become stronger than steel. The only thing you could carve it with was another piece of that type of wood. It was a beautiful rosy color, too. Anyway, he was going to make his magical ring out of this. The plans looked VERY complicated, though, and he called it his "masterpiece". But it turns out the piece of wood he was working on actually had the ring he was envisioning INSIDE of it. I briefly wondered if the ring was evil (a la "Lord of the Rings").

I dreamed that due to some educational shenanigans I have to attend my old school (and by old I mean OLD. It's my first school, which in reality was already demolished) during summer. (This actually would work since I study overseas)

I found that what I had found tolerable when I was younger and in this school was pretty annoying, mostly from my culture clash. The whole ritual of singing the national anthem and praying while standing pretty much pisses me off, so I just screwed around.

I couldn't remember my time in classes, which in my dream I had chalked it up to me sleeping through class and being really sleepy. It actually turned out that it's because my dream is actually a collection of dream fragments.

There wasn't much going on. All I remembered was that I could fly around the school, and I understood that it is something only I can do. I'm out of practice, so I didn't suspect a thing despite the evidence of me dreaming being right in my face (If I had bothered to do a memory reality check I'd have known)

What I was looking forward to was to show off my English in the English class, but I woke up first. Well, not really, I'm pretty sure I woken up a couple of times during this dream. So I suppose the more accurate term would be I woke up, raelized I was dreaming, and decided that I'm not going to continue because it's getting boring.

Analysis

It appears that I am so out of practice that I don't even notice obvious dream signs, which in this case were memory losses, flying, and the fact that I'm back in my old school. On the other hand, it seems that I'm a natural at flying. Woo.

Me and Erana (of QFG) are in a cave we believe to be the entrance to hell. I'm looking at something in a glass case near the entrance, she's looking at things hanging on the walls. We found this place by chance; we were supposed to be heading somewhere else, but I believe that other place would have wound up being a dead end, and this cave is our best bet. There are these blue butterflies that live here that are known for flying against the wind. The opening that we believe to be the entrance to hell is unreachable for us due to the wind, but these butterflies can go right in, and as I watch them, I'm planning out how we can use that.

(Woke up. Went back to sleep.)

In some small city. Erana was killed, but she reappeared in the form of a child and grew up within a few hours. This happened twice, and we think it's a result of the time she died and I retrieved her soul from hell - now hell won't take her. I'm not sure it'll take me, either, but I'm not in a hurry to test that. Sitting in our hotel room after the second time it happened, I'm trying to think up a way to use that child form to our advantage, but this annoys her.

We're in a series of tunnels, and we split up to try to work out the correct answer to some kind of game that involves finding the right combination of drinks, or in another room, the right meal. We're meeting back up in the main tunnel to compare notes - Erana's solved the drinks room, I'm still working on mine. I mention that it reminds me of kumiko, meaning that it's partially a guessing game and the solution involves rather poetic references, which amuses me; it's kind of nostalgic, even though I'm frustrated. There's a voice in the distance and I say something about how it must be the guardian of this place. I spot him standing on a balcony over a gate we've been trying to get through, a guard with a head or helmet shaped like Anubis.

I dreamed I was riding the bus and missed my stop. The next bus stop was miles away, and it started to rain. I was thinking about how I'd have to walk all the way back to my stop (the train station) in pouring rain. Then the bus turned around and started heading back, although the driver didn't explain why. I think I may have been unknowingly exerting control over the dream, since the bus took me to my destination and let me off there, and it had stopped raining.

I was attempting WILD, but then I just fell asleep. When I gained conscious later, I don't know why but My Reality Checks wasn't working properly so I thought that I was awake. I woke up in the living room where it is now night time and was eating noodles. After that I Remember we were racing with dolphins for the prize of something.
Then I was asleep in the dream. I did Reality Checks in that dream and found that I was indeed dreaming.
I tried to summon my classmate. First time, failed because I wasn't believing hard enough that I could summon.
Second time I was able to summon her. Last time I summoned her, she was wearing a red shirt, This time she was wearing a blue shirt.
My brother said "Hey, can you do one thing for me?"
"Sure, what is it?" I replied
I don't know what he said because he told me to summon a weird person we've never met but somehow I knew who to summon.
I summoned it and found that it was my brother's younger self.
He said "Yep, that's the one."
After that I Got a carpet and summoned some more things (I forgot what it was).
Then I woke up still inside the dream but was not Lucid anymore.
It was still dark like before and I heard my brothers talking, so I went in.
I saw them talking to each other about Lucid Dreaming and how one does it.
I was just walking around for a bit and found myself dreaming again.
We had guests over and we were watching Indiana Jones part 4 with the crystal skull.
The guest was looking through our movie so I guess he wanted to borrow some movies.
Soon after that, I woke up in my bed and it was Morning 7:40 A.M. already.

00:00 Thursday 2013-11-21

00:39 bedtime

05:39

1) J. Tyn's vacation: cliff diving at the fish rock. He had the most wonderful time of his life there. We dove into the beautiful blue water. It was a cove with a tall rock (20 feet or more) in the middle. They spent the whole day diving from that rock again and again. From the water I climb up on to the top of the rock. It's kind of curved in cross section looking down from the top. I was pushed up from behind by the ocean on to the top of the rock. The magical thing about this rock is that the ocean washes over the top of it, there is a little shelf below the top where when the water recedes, food is left on that shelf. All kinds of fish. Boxes of pizza. You don't have to pay for any food, you just eat from what the ocean brings you.

2) I'm a new recruit in the army. Wake up in a room knowing I need to find where breakfast is and present myself for the lineup in time. But I don't remember know where anything is. I wil have to ask my fellow recruits. Get up into bathroom other people are around some men some women. I get a toothbrush and start brushing my teeth. The mixture of the toothpaste with some other thing falls from my toothbrush to the counter and it becomes alive and starts crawling like a snail down the cabinet and over the floor. I'm amazed by this. Other people notice and comment on it.

F1) something about wine.

11:43

F2) Have to meet with F. Jn. so he can go for a walk with a woman, we're going to meet by the tennis courts, S1 and S2 are going to go with me.

F3) On a steep hill, scooting up higher. I'm on an air matress. Beautiful lady to my right, she's getting ready to change/take off her top, I'm scooting higher to get into better position to observe . I see her breasts? They're's talking about some guy they're dating or had dating, one girl says "the couple of times we went out he showed up 15 minutes late."

F4) Young people are performing an advertising jingle inside, singing and dancing.

F5) In a place with people, upset that things aren't going the way I want. There's a huge refridgerator with transparent doors and revolving shelves inside. I see my microwave burrito, cold piece of pizza, and bottle of hot sauce inside. I grab all of these into my hands to go eat them.

F6) I'm laying a trap. My opopnent is like me, and can move at the speed of The Flash. I have a device with a button on it, I'm trying to hide it, I'm lying on the floor, I'm thinking should I hide it behind the door? Should I hide it over there? There's someone coming and I'm going to try to trap him by pushing this button when I see him.

Saw a dream forming? A sequence of images eventually solidifying? I woke up from it.
Oh that cursed 5th hour waking, the bane of my November! I stubbornly refuse to get out of bed or leave for the day without getting back to sleep for at least one more dream session, thus the big gap in times. Took a long time to get back to sleep, got back to bed around 9-9:15. Took a big swig of sleep tea (Mother's Wort and rose hips) around 09:00. Maybe that resulted in so many fragments instead of dreams.... may have felt it kick in to get to sleep.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

Some stuff at home, something about music and claws.

Dream 2:

I was playing Dodonpachi Daifukkatsu and there was weird boss that was like + in structure with an X of destroyable parts, it had strong attacks and i used hyper but when it reached last form, everything faded with a noise.

Dream 3(fragment):

I was doing some stuff on PC.

Dream 4(fragment):

I was trying to fall asleep...

Dream 1(fragments):

I was searching for something in a forest.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was in some 'virtuality' place with green grid-like theme and glowy walls and stationary lasers, i had to do some mission and fight some drone-like things.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was playing some hack and slash game and was doing combos with a sword and then in chat i was discussing with someone some difficult aerial combos.

Dream 4:

I was playing some RTS and there was snowy map. I've had a base near allied base and had a selection of various units to build, which were very obviously team colored. Massive waves of enemies started appearing but we managed to overpower them with our units, then i've found long way towards their base which was diagonally along the map, close to it we got attacked by a number of enemies and after the battle we only had a few units left in attack force. Then we used some units that were super effective against enemies and attacked their base and won.
Then i switched to warcraft 3 and there was weird custom map. It was cinematic about some japanese village near lake, some villages walking and then panicing seeing enemies in the distance and then talking to samurai in the village, which says that he will defend the village.

22.11.2013

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu não sei dizer se foi apenas um sonho que se desenrolou pra vários lados, ou se realmente foram vários sonhos. Vou catalogar como apenas um grande sonho.
Eu estava num tipo de escola, conversando com pessoas que me pareciam conhecidas.
Logo depois eu estava em um local grande, fechado e escuro. Algo como um templo, com muitas pessoas, que acabei descobrindo depois serem magos. Eu estava em uma escola de magos e ali era um tipo de cerimônia de graduação.
Havia uma garota comigo, uma amiga.
Era mostrado as escalas dos magos, com as diferentes classes, sendo os mais ao topo os maiores.
A minha amiga era chamada a se juntar aos maiores magos, mas diziam que não eram permitidos [cavaleiros/paladinos] ali (percebi que eu não era um mago, e sim um cavaleiro/paladino [um dos dois, não lembro qual]).
A minha amiga ficava triste por se separar de mim, acho que formávamos um time na escola, por isso ela recusava a oferta.

Aqui eu já estava em outro lugar. Parecia a UNIP onde uma vez prestei um vestibular.
Havia uma mulher que gritava muito, como uma sargento.
Eu lembro de pensar nela como uma carrasca.
Eu estava indo pra alguma prova.

Outra parte do sonho.
Eu via meu irmão no facebook com uma foto do tipo 'segurando a câmera em cima, fazendo biquinho'. Horrível!
Ela postava fotos dele no exército. Uma delas era ele de bruços com um rifle.

Agora eu estava descendo uma escadaria, devia ter uns 10 degraus, com a Ju atrás de mim.
Eu via minha ex desmaiada.
Eu a carregava pra levá-la pro hospital
A Ju ficava brava, dizendo que eu não ia carregá-la.
Eu retrucava dizendo que ela estava desmaiada e precisava de ajuda.

Original entry dated July 12, 2002:

I was on a campus and it had really big buildings, only they were built in trees. And there were obviously lots of stairs involved. I had a chemistry lab class in one of these buildings, but just outside the door to my classroom was an arcade, and I wanted very badly to buy some nachos because I was hungry, only I was afraid the teacher would return while I was waiting in line and then I'd get in trouble. And then I went home, and for some reason Lucy and Ricky Ricardo were our next door neighbors, and there was a convention going on where they were showing all sorts of different movies, because it was the big debut of some much-anticipated anime, only I missed almost all of them because I was asleep or in class. Then something kept biting me while I was in bed (in my dream) and leaving huge welts and nasty scars, so my aunt and I searched my bedding and found a fuzzy grey worm that she said was a "ragamuffin" and was responsible for my wounds. It was about an inch long and grey with darker grey stripes, and it had a face like a raccoon.

Original journal entry dated July 13, 2002:

I had a dream that kittens were hanging from little cocoons on the wall, staring at me and buzzing.

Kittens were on the wall, all across the wall, like spiders, with sticky feet, in little cocoons, just staring at me. Just STARING. They wouldn't stop.

It made me so nervous, being watched like this. Watched like a bug, and I just KNOW they're planning something, because they're actually devious little spawns of Satan, and that their heads would explode.

Original journal entry dated July 14, 2002:

I dreamed I was on a road-trip with my aunt and uncle, except that it was like a video-game in that I could save at certain points and then "play" from my last save-point. My cat, Abby, was with us, and she fell out the window, but they refused to stop the car so I could go and get her, even though she was in the middle of traffic. So I screamed at the top of my lungs until they stopped the car. Miraculously, my cat had not been flattened and seemed perfectly fine, though I wondered if maybe she actually HAD gotten hit and seemed ok but was bleeding internally. Then I vaguely remember what was possibly a different dream, there was a lot of art involved, paint and colors and rainbows and stuff, and something about silk.

Original journal entry dated July 15, 2002:

It was sort of a waking-dream, a daydream, as I unsuccessfully tried to fall asleep. All I could manage was a light snooze. All the same, I imagined that I was leafing through my old Bible.
I don't consider myself a religious person; all the same, it had significance for me. I hated that old Bible because it was such an ugly teal color, and because the vinyl was cracked, and because it was dog-leafed from being studied and being in my backpack. I flipped through the pages and saw where they had been highlighted. There were a lot of highlighted passages, stuff that I was supposed to study for class. My old Bible was heavily highlighted, mostly in yellow, and I always hated how the pages were so thin that the yellow marker leaked through them and then you could see the black on the other side, and it made them so hard to read. In any case, I really hated that Bible.
I had to buy it for class - the King James version. And I hated it because my mother had had to buy the cheapest one in the store. I think I was looking for one verse - one particular verse - that would answer everything, every question I had ever had, and it wasn't there. All of the passages in smudgy black ink on cheap paper, highlighted in yellow, that I had had to study for so many hours for my classes, didn't hold the answers. The verse that I was looking for just didn't exist.

Wednesday:

Fragments involving a man with a hook for a hand, giving him a hand and taking his hook myself; a witch who was trying to force the hook-man to sleep so that she could somehow influence him in a dream; a prince and his army who arrived on this scene, with no knowledge of anything going on between the witch and the hook-man; and a man with some form of mental connection to the witch, his sister.

A man visiting his wife's family with her, the first time since they were married. The father-in-law's distant and judgmental. He's saying, "You'll have to understand, we only drink old French wines here - Bordeaux," that being where the mother-in-law's from. Inside, the mother-in-law is a tiny woman with long, thick grey hair, very warm and expressive. She asks her son-in-law how his meditation practice is going, and asks if he's getting by okay in New York - which he loves, but she doesn't understand how anyone could enjoy living in cities. She says, "You've been in that city for about a hundred years, but you seem to have left in a good mood." He finds her energy overwhelming.

In a small restaurant, the baker's brought out samples of new doughnuts for everyone to try, I had two, one with a peach filling, the other blueberry, and I was surprised by the taste of the 'blueberry' - it reminds me of pixie stix and sweet tarts and similar childhood candies, not in the sense of being sugary, it's more the type of flavoring those candies use. I comment on it, and someone at the next table asks what this lump in theirs is. I look and point out to them that it's a blueberry. They've never seen a blueberry before?

While walking across a field, I'm explaining to someone what juice is. I wind up having to describe it as crushing something until its external protection breaks down and its liquid insides run out, and I'm trying to figure out how to make it very, very clear to the creature I'm talking to that this is something that should be done only to plants.

As Rumpelstiltskin, I'm in a dream world, talking to an image of Regina that is breaking down and melting after being attacked by someone else, and I'm saying, "This isn't you." Allowing herself to show weakness, I mean. I say it again, then reconsider - it's possible this is one side of her, or even how I think of her. There had been a young girl with her, and now I take the girl by the hand and lead her away, ignoring the image of Regina that's still falling apart.

Someone's telling me they need me to act as a detective. I cut them off, saying, "What, I'm supposed to magically figure out where the dying guy came from?" But I do find some form of trail, scratches on the floor, leading to what seemed like a wall but which must have some kind of opening.

Vampires. I brought two humans to see a friend of mine, I wasn't intending to kill them, and I'm a little annoyed at my friend, but I'm not making any effort to stop him either. He's saying to the humans that he hasn't decided yet whether to kill them or turn them. His fangs dig into his own lip, and he spits blood on the human he's got pinned down, which has a sort of acidic effect. I, the dreamer rather than the character, observe that it's much like the way flies break down their food.

I've been working on a system of cables to allow transportation around an island. It's something two guys had been using on a very small scale on their own property, and I've been working with them to expand it to cover the entire island. I'm mostly doing this to help out a woman I'm in love with who lives in a very remote area, but it's going to benefit everyone on the island. Now I'm looking at the initial stage that's about ready for a test run, and feeling proud, when a troop of soldiers with wings descends out of the sky. Their leader - who I've met before, in a friendlier setting - arrests me on suspicion of killing the king, among others. This is a setup - I know who the actual killer is, and I came to this island in the first place to hunt that person. I'm blaming myself for getting distracted with this side project; if I'd focused solely on my mission, maybe he wouldn't have had time to frame me.

Thursday:

There's a room on a spaceship that's being converted into a sort of swamp. This alien species needed this certain type of room for some cultural reason to do with the sharing of emotions, and so we set it up for him. One of the other aliens, from a different species, says that if humans turn out to be understanding and reasonable, s/he's going to be very disappointed. I say nah, don't worry, no matter how many understanding and reasonable humans you meet, you can always count on a few of us to mess things up, every time.

A group of vampire hunters. A man leading things over the phone; someone who is either a doctor, a former doctor, or simply someone who steals meds from hospitals, refusing to be hurried by the hunters around him; a recording of a man interacting with someone who doesn't show up on video, with viewers arguing that it's definitely faked.

Original entry on March 18, 2008:

So first I dreamed about this one river, and it was very very polluted, and these guys decided to go fishing. Only they found this one invisible island. At first it seemed like a really wonderful, idyllic place, and this nice old lady invited them inside.

Note: if a "nice old lady" invites you ANYWHERE, it's a good idea not to go. In fact, run really fast in the opposite direction.

Anyway, so of course they listened to her, and they went into this house and down these stairs into this, like, underground mansion thing. Which seemed really great and everything at first, but then they started to notice discrepencies in stuff that they didn't notice at first. The woman had a pet dog, like a big mastiff, only it seemed a little strange sometimes, like it couldn't quite fit entirely inside of its form. Like sometimes the walls would flicker, or there'd be stains where there shouldn't be, or the furniture or the stuff hanging in the closet would seem really weird for a second, that sort of thing. Then one of them made the mistake of looking behind the shower curtain and there were a bunch of skinned bodies hanging there. So all of the sudden the illusion fell away and they realized that they were in a structure made entirely of bones and decomposing bodies and other stuff like that, the remains of people and animals and stuff. She'd fed some of them to her "dog", which was actually this huge demonlike thing. So anyway, she turned out to be a pretty ooglay monster thing herself, and chased them. They jumped into the river and managed to get to their village. The mayor, who was a woman, and looked strangely... well, familiar... led an expedition to the island with a bunch of big tough guys, only when they got there the place was deserted and all of the bones and stuff were dried up.

Ok, dream number two, there's this really busy police office and they're trying to catch this one serial killer dude who's responsible for a bunch of really gruesome murders. But well the police office is really busy, and they're very overworked and everything. They get this call from this one woman who seems to sort of be freaking out, there's a bunch of growling and snarling in the background that sounds like really pissed off dogs, and she's asking them to send people over. The cops are like, "We're really busy and we'll send animal control, ok?" and then they hang up before she can say anything. So the woman's stranded on the bed with her two kids, and she DOES own a doberman, only it's sort of dead right now because she's being attacked by evil vicious snarling demon-babies. And one of them goes after her kid so she winds up wrestling with it and it sinks its teeth into her arm.
So the cops are looking at this newspaper clipping later on, and the headline is "Woman And Children Found Dead In Bedroom, Eaten". And they chalk it up to this serial-killer who's been going around. They just can't seem to catch the guy.

Hotel Entertainer.

I think this dream might have been from the night before last. But I only recalled it now.

I was visiting this hotel that was owned by three siblings. (Kristie, Ryan, and Grey.) Each of them had designed and built one wing of the hotel. Ryan and Kristie's wings were very straight and orderly, while Grey's wing was built sort of haphazardly, and the rooms in the building looked sort of crooked. Some jutted out from the side of the building while others were pressed into the building. Somehow, someone explained to me that Grey was "off" compared to the other two. Even then, all three wings were unified by the fact that they had large windows and were constructed of a white cement material. The hotel was built in a suburban area, there were alot of one-story houses and stores around.
I sat down at a picnic table outside the hotel with two other male dream characters. We talked for a bit, I can't remember about what. Just that we were entertained.
One of the things that I recall best was that a good portion of the first floor of Kristie's wing didn't have a wall. There was sort of this indoor/outdoor type room with a bunch of laundry machines for washing the bedsheets and towels in the hotel. I watched a pair of housekeepers working for a few minutes.
I started hearing this buzzer and seeing this light go off. (There was a small alarm-type box on the table.) I couldn't figure out what it meant, but the other boys started laughing. Then Ryan showed up, and got really mad at me. He said that I was supposed to go to the room that the buzzer had came from and entertain the guests. (Becaue apparently I worked here now.)
When he left, the other boys explained to me that it was our job to entertain the guests, and the only time we were allowed to deny them entertainment was if we were already entertaining someone else. I looked behind me, and there was a large cart filled with different colored tee-shirts. The boy continued by explaining that when a guest calls and wants to be entertained, they can request that you wear a particular color of shirt.
I got a cell phone call, and it was another guest wanting entertainment. I answered and it was a man and a woman who had just gotten married. They asked me to put on either a brown or orange shirt and come up to their room. I started looking through the bin for a shirt in one of those colors, but I couldn't find one. I was still on the line with them, and they asked me to keep looking for the shirt, because for some reason, having me look for a shirt over the phone was entertaining to them. (Dream logic)

Pokemon Builder

I had a dream I was playing the new Pokemon game, and playing this minigame where you could design your own Pokemon. The idea was sort of like playing with stickers. Where there were a bunch of stickers that looked like eyes and bodies and spikes. You could arrange them into a new Pokemon.
I can remember I was trying to create a Geodude. (I think that was a 1st Generation Pokemon, and one of the favorites from my childhood.) But my Geodude ended up looking like crap, and I got frustrated.


Graduation Crashers

I am so looking forward to getting out of school.

We were graduating, but the graduation ceremony required all of the underclassmen to be present as well. We were in this location that my school clearly does not have in real life. It was essentially this huge hexagonal stadium-type room. There was a wooden stage in the center where some important educational figure was giving students their diplomas and congratulating them for completing school.
After one particular student was called down, the Junior class started booing them and the room started to get out of control. Some teachers came in and told the Juniors that if they didn't quiet down they would all be written detentions.