non-lucid

(Did some SSILD that night, as I hoped it may help me fall asleep)

Dream 1:

As I listen to the buzzing sound ringing in my ears, I notice it's getting progressively louder, until I realise I am no longer in my bedroom, but surrounded by buildings and people, the sun is brightly shining down and I have to shield my eyes from its blinding rays. A man I had never met before runs past me. For some reason, I particularly recall his brown leather jacket, feeling a very strong urge to reach out and touch it. I hear my mother exclaim she thought he was very attractive, and turn to see her walking beside me. I have no idea how long she had been there, but I proceed to argue with her, saying that he was the most unattractive man I had ever seen.

Dream 2:

I am running frantically through a thick forest, very aware of the sound my footsteps were making against the ground, and how hurried my breathing is. Little by little, I come to realise that I am not alone, four others are running in the same general direction as I am. Feeling scared and panicking, I quickly realise that I am running away from something. We come across four strangers on very graceful animals, which seem to be a cross between horses and dragons. We beg them to let us ride with them. After some deliberation they agree, and we mount them. I was sitting in front of the rider, on a deep brown animal. I heard the sound of a gun being shot, and simultaneously felt the bullet slice through the air, inches away from my face. I urge the rider to make the animal go faster, before turning around to see around five young men behind us, chasing after us on bikes. Suddenly, we seem to have left the forest and are riding through old barns and stables as well as abandoned houses. I have to lookout for obstructions and warn the rider if I see any. Eventually, we are unable to get anywhere by horse/dragon, and so are forced to walk. The chasers also abandoned their bikes and I can hear them running behind us, rapidly getting closer. In my hurry I trip up some long white, spiraling stairs, convinced that soon I was going to get shot. The fear is so intense I start feeling very sick. Nevertheless I keep going, and eventually emerge onto a very big, white roof. Surrounding it were various other buildings, but this one was by far had the biggest surface. What hit me was how vibrant the colours were. Bright blues and whites, deep, dark reds and bright greens. The four others in what I now knew was my clan, emerge onto the rooftop too. I frantically look for somewhere to hide. Seeing a door, I waste no time in going in, and find myself in a young couple's kitchen. A member of the clan follows me in, and hides just behind the door. I beg the couple not to give our positions away. They agree, and kept quiet as one of the chasers barge in. The man who had hidden behind the door took the opportunity to run out. I had hidden next to the fridge, and was wishing I could somehow flatten myself into the wall. Holding my breath, I silently pray that he won't find me. My heart sinks as he steps out in front of me, holding a gun to my forehead. I feel the blood drain from my face as I recognise his. He and I had been lovers previously, but something (I have no idea what) had forced us to split. (Ironically, he was also the man who had ran past me, with the leather jacket, from the previous dream.) After kissing me quickly, Jake (as I had apparently known him as before) walks out. I take a few seconds to catch my breath, before running out after him. The scenery had changed; suddenly I found myself in a big loft. I notice that the walls are made of wood. I look for Jake, asking anyone there if they had seen him. The chasers are still here, but it seems that my clan and them had managed to come to a truce. After searching frantically, I realise that he has left, and that I was most likely never going to see him again. I sink to the ground, screaming his name and sobbing. The pain and loss I felt was unbearable. I don't think I have ever felt like that in real life.

I don't often experience such strong feelings in my dreams, so when I do, it takes me by surprise and leaves me a little breathless lol!

I'm just playing catch-up here a little bit. These are the dreams I have recorded from the past couple of weeks that I haven't uploaded yet.

#1 - Hmm [Non-Lucid]

I was in a bed in a dark room with A, this girl that I know through some friends that one of them has a crush on, and T, a different friend's old roommate. T wasn't very involved, I could just hear him moving around. I was giving A a full-body massage. Afterwards we all got up and walked to a classroom, which was just down the hall from the room we were in. Hmm.

#2 - Kenny Dies [DILD]

Most of this dream is blurry in my memory now, but I remember it starting with me, my old friend D, and Kenny from South Park all being chased by someone. We were going through some obstacle course connected to a mall or something and we were trying to escape from a room that was filling up with water before it was too late. At one point D and I turned around and saw Kenny floating in the water, having drowned. D looked shocked and said "Oh my god, they killed Kenny!" I jumped up and said "You bastards!!" I tried to go after him but D pulled me away, and then my memory gets hazy again.... The next thing I remember is walking outside the mall in the parking lot and becoming lucid. There was some cool pattern in the clouds, but I can't remember what it was now. I decided to walk through the mall and gathered up a crowd of DCs around me all chanting a mantra of stability with me, something like "this dream is long, vivid, and solid". While we were walking around I was also picking up various pieces of furniture in the store effortlessly with one hand and hurling them across the store. I was really worked up and this girl next to me did part of the chant wrong, so I looked over and said "No!" and shoved her headfirst into a glass wall. It didn't break, she just hit it really hard and then fell over. When I saw that it was actually someone I know and like in waking life I felt bad, and I picked her up and sat her down on a chair to see if she was alright. After that I started getting kind of unfocused and the dream ended.

#3 - Too Much Energy [DILD]

The main thing I remember about this dream is that I was pissed when I realized it wasn't real, because it was going really well. I became lucid around the time I was doing all these crazy calculated flips around this huge auditorium that were really fun and impressive as hell, and then when I realized what was going on I just had endless amounts of energy. I got really unfocused and just started grabbing stuff and throwing it all over the place until I woke up.

#4 - Back Once Again [DILD]

I was back at my old middle school with O and we were visiting our old orchestra teacher Mr. L. Afterwards we somehow got lost in the crowd and became part of the student body there, so we started trying to find our English class that we were supposed to head to next. We realized that we needed to pick our schedules first, so we started walking to the office and on the way we saw an old friend of ours wearing this cute sweater that I own that looked totally weird on him. X) We were also on the second floor of the building and I could see a tower of people stacked on top of each other coming up and leaning in our direction from the first floor visible beyond the railing. >_> Around this time I became lucid, and I ran into the girl M in the hallway who I haven't seen at least since we graduated high school but who I knew since kindergarten. I walked up to her and said "Hey, girl." She came up to me and I grabbed her and ripped her shirt down and started groping her and kissing her neck, but I got a little too into it and the dream faded away.

I took 50 mg of zinc at dinner the night that this next dream happened. I like to think that it had an effect.

#5 - More Summoning And Possession Practice [DILD]

There was some weird school stuff going on this dream before my memory really cuts in. The first thing I really recall is becoming lucid while packing up my stuff in a dark room. I wasn't immediately lucid enough to break out of this action at first, so I started repeating a mantra "electricity works in dreams" while I kept trying to turn on the lights and use my cell phone light to help me find stuff. It worked to an extent, and some of the lights showed up or got brighter if they were already on. My cat was also in the room with me but walked out it and down the school hallway at some point. I decided to walk out to the hall myself and followed it down to a large open area in a very fancy hotel-type building. There was also a large window spanning several stores to the left of us that was visible because every floor ended in a balcony. I decided to fly forward and grabbed a sofa with people sitting on it with my right hand as I passed by it, and I phased us through the window. Outside I could see groups of people eating dinner at tables below us, and I chucked the couch at one of them and then just moved on without even really watching what happened. I flew higher up to where there was a rooftop balcony with no covering and saw a family eating dinner or something. I decided that I wanted to see if I could summon a whole group of people, so I flew a ways over to the next rooftop thinking that I wanted to see a small group of gossiping women. When I got there it worked perfectly, there were four women in classy dressed gossiping about something at a table, and they didn't seem to take notice of me. I decided to possess one of them but it didn't go completely smoothly, and the other women started looking at me (as her) and asking if I was alright, I was making weird faces trying to adjust the feeling. I finally started getting situated but then my libido started ramping up and it woke me up. Man, if I could just control that feeling without waking up more often....

That's it for now!

Somewhat more interesting this time, can't remember most of the dream though.

I was in the school, there were strange portal anomalies scattered around that turned it in almost some sort of maze, and apparently they were somewhat dangerous to travel through as well. Someone was poking his hand into one of them and the hand got chewed out by something on the other side. At some point i was going through a few as well, the other side looked more grayish and colorless. Later i was trying to meet certain person and we got into situation that we were close but there was portal anomaly between us. On the other side of the portal as i checked in same place as that person was completely different person. Eventually we found the way around portals to meet up.
Then i went to the 4th floor, i was checking stuff in the backpack and apparently there were three colored note books. Three girls came and apparently they liked those note books when they saw them and wanted to get them. They offered ice cream for exchange for those note books, but i said that i should check what had in them but we can exchange tomorrow. As i was checking backpack further, some teacher was standing with kid near window and was explaining to him that he has all sorts of plants but spiked ones.
Then i noticed the tables with food in the hall and i was hungry, so i started eating that food. Soon classmate came here and said that there's some interesting information on the top floor and that we should get there. As we were going upstairs dream ended.

Dad

I lit up a cigarette and took a drag. IWL I quit 20 years ago. My father came home so I ran out of the house. I was afraid because I wasn't supposed to smoke in the house.

I told him, "I won't do it again." Then he was smoking too. Then I came up to him and neither of us were smoking. I was so excited to see him, I tried to explain how important it was that I connect with him this time. I knew that I'd had other chances and never could connect with him. I kind of knew that I'd been seeing him in dreams, but I didn't really put it all together.

The dream ended there.

Lost

I was looking for a party and got lost driving. I turned around and found my way back. Being lost on dream roads was really weird.

I got to the party and found a couple of my old bosses there. I felt out of place with one because he holds a much, much higher position than I ever did, but just as I was feeling that way, he hugged me.

At that point, he turned into an unresponsive DC. We separated, and the dream ended.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

He's been sneaking in lately and I try not to follow his trail. But tonight I had been requested to grab something from his home. He is there but he is busy preparing a table. I think he will be having visits later on. I help him with the towel while we speak about nothing. I forget all circumstances and we chat like good old friends. Accidentaly, he comes closer and I feel his warmth and everything surfaces. I feel embarassed that my feelings are so very alive. I leave.
But I forget to bring along what I had been instructed to bring, so I wait until he leaves and I break into his house to get it. But then he also returns and catches me there. But instead of angry, he looks almost relieved that I came back. We talk a bit more and although he keeps mentioning a girl named Raquel for no good reason, I can tell he isn't happy and is just pretending to be ok.
Eventually I leave again and lots of things ensue.
Maybe the most interesting is the ice skating ring floating in the sky. There's an elevator to get there and the ice sheet is transparent like glass, so on the ground we can see people skating up there and the skaters must have quite a view under their feet.
Eventually a cloud forms with 5 or 6 tornados. Why do they always come when I'm upset? My mom, who appears from nowhere, is about to be hit by a tornado when she risks her life to save a little girl who's on its path. But I get there first and I apply all my anger to destroy the tornado with a kick.

17.01.2013

Contests, legendary creatures and Lord Shiva. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in some sort of scenario, but it felt more like an old school kid's play zone. The walls were made out of wood and the ground was brown. There were a few sculptures made out of wood in flashy colors.

There were giant dice all around the room and it appeared that I needed to roll the dize to make cash. Some of the dice would turn me into a dice and I would roll myself, or something weird like that. There were 20 sided ones and 4 sided ones in addition of the regular six sided dice.

There were some platforms moving up and down and I was able to spot three six sided dices stacked in a pile. On the bottom of the pile, there was a switch that looked kinda like this:





But instead of that witch's face, it had a SpongeBob Karate. I pointed to my wife that it was so funny and she said that I would become Spongebob Karate to chop some wood down an aisle. I needed to remove the dice stacked on the top of this bottom.

There was a contest to make a robot and accomplish something. You were supposed to make the robot with wood. Kinda like hand craft it somehow. My wife decided to buy the body of the robot in a store nearby, but I got upset because in addition of the $80 pricing, it was made out of metal and the whole thing as already done, it would not win the contest. Plus, I realized that the head was also $80 and made out of steel.

We went to some sort of hotel and we were still a bit upset about the robot. I looked through the window and realized I was in some sort of floating island. The sky was very dark, it had no stars but it had clouds. I was able to see a black mist approaching the island. It appears the island was inhabited by people and legendary creatures. There were some sort of economic issues going on and people was upset.

There was some sort of a fight, and I saw in the sky a huge black worm, made out of mist that was devouring people. There were some professional warriors holding powerful weapons but they had no success.

I had some sort of sword, and a friend next to me died, who had two rifles. I picked up the rifles and they had a blue aura around them. I found it funny I could use the swords and also the rifles.

A younger warrior came out from some stairs. I knew that the stairs would lead to the lower area of the floating island. I knew people living there had the power to summon deities, and they were quite powerful. I decided to venture into those lands and maybe join a quest where I would become a summoner.

I suddenly saw a lot of light coming out and I looked into the sky. I saw a giant Lord Shiva spawning facing the room. He looked like this photo, but he had huge white wings.





I realized the worm was going to be defeated and I felt even more motivated to become a summoner.

I'll keep it simple because I don't have much time.


We're in the jungle. Guerrilla warfare at it's finest. Setting up traps with cobras in them. Throwing grenades from trees....just killing people so easily. It was pretty crazy. I remember thinking about how I killed someone for the first time. Then I'm back at some office, they're giving me some "top secret" mission, I think I just got my clearance or something. The difference between the two jobs were day and night. At first I was like some maniac commando, and then next, some spy.

01-15-2013 -- [My first day of using 5-HTP, and though my dreams seemed kind of vivid, they also seemed kind of short. And for some reason, I could not be bothered writing them down in great detail. I had two dreams, and this is the sum total of what I wrote down: Ziva, NCIS, and wrestlers at the BPM. Tom Drick, Betty White, and clowns at new church by Winn Dixie. Let's see how well I can expand this, a couple of days later.]

I was at the Buena Park Mall, on the east side near La Palma, half in and half out of the mall. I know I was watching some wrestling, and there were some good matches with some tough wrestlers, and yet they seem to be older matches from back in the 90s, even though I am watching them live.

Somehow, one of the wrestlers is Ziva, from NCIS, and I think she is working undercover, as am I. I think we are talking to some of the wrestlers like Brutus Beefcake and Rick Rude, and trying to figure out who are the faces and who are the heels at this point in time. Oddly enough, Ziva is pregnant at the time. Odd stuff.

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01-15-2013 -- I find myself at a new Church located across the street from Winn Dixie on Orange Blossom Trail. Tom Drick is leading worship, and it isn't in place of Pine Castle UMC or Tarpon Springs UMC, but in addition to both the others. It seems he is turning into a work-a-holic, and is now leading worship at all three churches, simu;taneously.

So we're in this church, and Tom is leading songs, and Betty White seems to be speaking, and is somehow talking about working as a clown back in her early days, while Tom is running out the door, heading for one of his other services at one of the other churches. Familiar people (but nobody I can specifically identify) are running around, discussing things, and I'm just kind of relaxing.

Eventually things calm down and the service seems to be ending, and I find myself out in the parking lot. Betty White may be on a Segway, and seems to be getting ready to leave, and I think her for joining us, and what she had to say, and am trying to ask about her time as a clown, and she indicates that she was never a clown, though she may have played one on TV, and it is all very strange.

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01-14-2013 -- [Since these are short dream fragments, I'm lumping them all together in this post.] Can't remember anything earlier, but I find myself at a dry cleaners, where I need to get some clothes cleaned or fixed, or even get some new clothes. A lot of the clothes seem to be western garb, and some of it is kind of wild looking. Also maybe hints of a security uniform, though not much.

The guy who is supposed to be cleaning the stuff is also giving me advice on what might be good clothes to wear, and is telling me I should get some more fabric, and he will make some more clothes that might go well with what I am already planning to wear.

Somehow I find myself with my dad in his truck, and he is driving me to a fabric store. We're in Buena Park on Crescent, and we're just north of the nursery, and he is driving on the wrong side of the street, because he just plans to dash past the nursery and pull into the driveway at the crossing guards' house, which is where the fabric store is supposed to be, and it is a pretty short distance.

Unfortunately, there is a cop right at La Reina, so we've got sirens after us as we turn in at the house. It turns out to be a bank, and we've gone inside, and dad is pretending to be drunk and falling asleep (how this would get him in less trouble I don't know), but somehow it allows him to knock out the cop.

So we're back on the road, just going a block further, to where we find ourselves in another bank. Dad is now really drunk, and Melody is here, taking care of him. More cops come in, and they are now grabbing me and dragging me out to his truck, even though I am a little kid, far too young to drive, as dad is passed out on the table.

They lead me to the and are badgering me about how I am too young to drive and how dare I drive, and being very rude, while I haven't driven at all, and am starting to get very angry with them, and am about to start yelling at them, before just flying away in disgust.

01-16-2013 -- [Two dreams, one night, at least slightly connected, so I am going to list them both in one post.] For some reason I am in Melody's room in the Hickory house, and trying to go to sleep, but really having some problems with insomnia. My body just doesn't want to sleep, though it is the middle of the night, and I am afraid mom is going to come in and give me problems.

There is some very strange evil-Harry fan fiction that seems to be hanging on the walls, and near the ceiling, there is all kinds of stuff lining the walls like my room at the Moran house. Mom walks by and asks how I am doing, and I try and indicate I am all right. There are huge yearbooks from Melody's time in school that are about the size of the bound volumes of the Hornet, so the yearbooks are full-sheet newspaper size, which seems quite large for yearbooks.

Suddenly I find myself in Knott's Berry Farm, walking from the wild west section into the Roaring Twenties section over by the Knott's Berry Tales area, and walking back along toward the Good Time Theatre. The area is completely deserted, and there is nobody around, but that doesn't seem to stop them from doing a scheduled show.

I am outside, and though it is in the Roaring 20s section, the buildings seem to be very Wild West area, with balconies and such. I hear a voice call "Hello!" in a very familiar way, and a can-can girl opens a door, steps out onto a balcony, and hangs a leg over the railing. "Hello!" and there is another one doing the same thing. "Hello!" and again. This is seeming very familiar. Especially since as I look, the can-can girls look like Lana, Arlene, and Jill. Band members start to play, and I recognize Vince and Chris. The main performers come out and it is Jay Meyer and Betty Taylor.

It is suddenly looking like when Disneyland closed the Golden Horseshoe Revue, the entire cast just picked up and moved over to Knott's Berry Farm. They even seem to be singing Hello Everybody, though they fall silent or whisper every time they have to say the name Golden Horseshoe, and I am thinking it is probably because Disney owns the copyright to the name of the place ... but I am getting to listen to the show I love, performed by the people I love, even if it is at Knott's, and I am suddenly very, very happy.

I have a soda, which kind of gets knocked over, and I am running to grab the cup before it manages to roll on stage, and I manage to succeed, so I'm doubly happy.

Suddenly I find myself waking up again, back in Melody's bedroom. The lights are off, and I can barely move. Feels kind of like what I would guess sleep paralysis might feel like. It is dark, the lights are off, and my eyes are closed, but I can see almost a sort of after-image like the light was just turned off the second before I started to wake up. I'm struggling to my feet, and find myself standing between two beds. There is stuff dangling from the ceiling, like Christmas tree ornaments or something.

The shirt that the Harry Potter fan fiction was written on is now a weirdly folded envelope that I am starting to write down the Horseshoe dream on, and time is starting to go all over the place. I went to bed at two, and it is now five, or maybe three, or one (yes, before I even went to bed) and it is all very strange. And then I really wake up.

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01-16-2013 -- Starts with hints of the last dream, sleeping in Melody's room, then starts to turn in to a sort of a roommates in the house dream (even though it is still taking place in the Hickory House), and then shifts even further to a dream where we are still in the Hickory House, but we are the Simpsons, who live here, but film the Simpsons TV show on the set for Evergreen Terrace.

So I'm in the Hickory living room, kind of watching the last episode, and Russi Taylor (voice of Minnie Mouse) was a recent guest star, but has never gotten to see the episode she helped us film, and since it is just about to come on the TV, we call her to come out from Melody's room, and come watch it.

Oddly, it seems to episode she helped us with, Frick was building large old fashioned computers (the kinds with the huge tape drives) and somehow putting them on human legs so they could run around. Russi's character was a female computer with really sexy legs, but they stuck out at an odd angle, which made her a freak, and nobody wanted anything to do with her, even though both her legs and voice were really, really sexy. Very strange!

Meanwhile, things shift, and I suddenly find I am with a roommate in the dining hall at Indiana Wesleyan University, attending an FCM convention. The roommate is not actually anybody I know, though it kind of looks like Meeks from Dead Poets Society. They are telling us that we have been invited to attend a couple of normal college classes while staying here, as part of the convention (which makes no sense, but hey ... dreams.)

The physical campus looks very much like Brookhurst Junior High, though a slightly larger version. We're standing near room 66, and the class we get to sit in on is in room 33B or something like that. We're walking down corridors, and it seems the room we are looking for is past the office area and further south (we'd actually be in the middle of Brookhurst, the street, except in the dreams there are more classrooms).

We find the right area, and I walk into what I am hoping might be the right room, to find myself facing what looks like a younger version of Ducky (from NCIS ... but looking more like his Man From UNCLE days). The room is along the lines of a huge lecture hall, and the professor looks quite nice, but he turns out to be a rude, insulting nightmare. I walk into the next classroom over, hoping I might have the wrong room, but the next room over seems to be a business class, and every single student is dressed in the exact same business suit, and we sure wouldn't fit in, in that room.

So I come back to the room with Young Ducky, and he is insulting one student on his appearance, telling me to use soap next time, and insisting that a third needs to mess up his dorm room a lot more, just insulting everybody in the room, being miserable, and not teaching us anything. Finally, I just stalk out of the room, deciding I am not going to bother with this 'benefit', trying to make my way back to the cafeteria, and thinking this convention is really going to the dogs.

I had 2 dreams last night, but I only remember bits and pieces. I'm not sure whether waking up after each dream is a good idea, because I seem to either go straight back to sleep without properly registering I am awake, or I end up staying awake for the rest of the night. Anyway, dream recall time:

I am sat in a dark room on one of those computer chairs that spin around. I have a huge bottle of fizzy orange juice. The bottle itself is about 1m long. My mum walks in, and asks me why I bought a bottle of OJ for £88. At this point I realize that wherever I am is a room at the side of an airport terminal, and I bought the drink from one of the shops. I'm texting some random guy, when I walk back into this dark room. (I don't where I left to go or anything), and I see the bottle cap on a desk on the corner. Walking over to it, I realize that there is an imprint on the cap. The cap looks like a plastic shot glass, and the imprint is sort of like chalk? Or some black charcoal dust.

Looking down, I see that I have received a text from the same guy. It is a picture message of the bottle cap and my ID card leaning against it. The ID card shows that in the dream, I am a scientist, and I look different, have a different name etc. I decide that this guy must have stolen my ID Card because of:

*In-dream Flashback*
I am sat at the table in a kitchen with a skinny man stood in front of me. He asks me a question that I don't understand, then places the black/charcoal thing in front of me, however it looks like a pale version of the resin you use with a violin. We have a conversation which I didn't actually hear. I think it was like mind speak, and we knew what the other was saying. He then picks up my ID card and puts it in his back pocket. I ask for it back, and he acts like he didn't realize he had done it.
*End of Flashback*

I realize that by putting it in his pocket, he imprinted the ID card onto the charcoal. When I come back from the flashback, I am hidden in my wardrobe, looking out into a room that is once again, very dark. In front of me sit a brother and a sister, who are also scientists, but also hackers. I don't know how I know this. They both look very mice like mice, and they are talking about something they are working on. Something they say causes me to realize that this plan is about doing something to me.

They then go onto have an argument about the fact that they can't fail like their dad did. This is when I realize why I know they are hackers because they turn around to look at the computer. Attached to it are hundred of wires and hard drives etc, and they are doing something like a search on me.

Then I wake up. My second dream was a lot shorter:

I am stood in the garden of a new house I have just moved into. Because it's winter, there are no leaves on the trees, and the garden is covered with branches and it looks really scruffy. I walk over to my mum and my grandma, who are making plans for the garden. My grandma is on her knees looking at some paving stones. Paths got through and around the garden, and my grandma insists that there is too much grass, and that we need more stone paths. Sure enough, I look up and there is a patch of bright green, freshly cut grass. My mum tells my grandma that we will not have any more paths, because she really likes grass.

And I woke up again.

01-17-2013 -- [This dream happened very early in the night when I should not have been having dreams with the 5-HTP I have been taking. I went to bed around 11:30, and woke around 2:00, earlier than I would expect. On the other hand, it was weird and disjointed, which I would expect from such an early dream.]

Big, long chase-style dream, with tons of scene changes, and very hard to remember details. Starts with an odd combination of a kids' play area and perhaps a ship (much like the ship I got pulled under in the David Tennant Bat'leth dream), where I seem to be kind of climbing into a kids play area. But soon things shift, and I find myself half-flying, half skiing through a snowy mountain area that seems familiar.

It is very much something we are doing in real life, but there is still a kind of a hint of Runescape, and it seems like some sort of route (like doing herbs at the five herb patches). Dale is doing this with me, but it has been a long time since he has done it, so he doesn't remember where things are, and I am half trying to help him, and half trying to beat him and gain more experience.

Anyway, we're sliding down the slopes of this snowy mountain, and eventually slide off on what almost seems to be a sort of freeway exit. It feels like halfway a small town exit off I-95 in the Tampa area (San Antonio or perhaps Bushnell), partway something off I-4 near Disney, and partly something in the Rancho Palos Verdes area in California. Anyway, we're on the off ramp waiting to make a left turn, and Dale just makes it in a gap in the traffic while I have to wait a bit for more traffic to go by.

It seems like I head west a few hundred yards, and then make a u-turn and head a bit further East, which begs the question why we didn't make a right turn instead of a left turn off the freeway off ramp. Weird. Anyway, Dale is ahead of me, and I soon find myself driving into a sort of combination apartment complex and retirement home, where it seems I have to deliver some newspapers.

It has a very Register feeling to it, because the paper comes in two sections, and I have to put them together. I know I have to deliver 8 or 9 papers to this complex, but I can't remember which units are my customers. Luckily there are only about 15 apartments, and I have a few extra papers, so I might be able to just deliver papers to all of them, and avoid any problems. At some point it also turns from the Register, to an issue of Grit.

Somehow somebody is ranting about how dogs aren't allowed, though they just might barely allow a small puppy, but somebody else has brought both a puppy and a dog, and that's just not allowed. Meanwhile, all the people are coming out to meet me instead of allowing me to drop the papers off at their porches, and taking papers directly from me, while a sprinkler is soaking all of us and the papers. It is very confusing and surreal.

Anyway, Dale is still ahead of me, and I have to try and catch up with him, and so I have to get out of here, but all the old people want to walk with me and talk with me. Meanwhile, I am trying to fly out to gain some speed, but the area I am leaving seems to be lined with the kind of netting / fencing that they use on a golf driving range to keep you from being able to hit golf balls out of the area, and the stuff is tight and limiting my flying.

I make it out of that area, and move on to the next area, which seems to be a combination of the Animal Kingdom, Knott's Jungle Island, and a Polynesian area I've dreamed about a few times recently. I have to get in here, but I am still being chased by somebody who started chasing me at the gold course as I tried to fly. I am at this second area to make a pick-up of Idexx samples, which is why the flavor of the Animal Kingdom, but the security entrance is actually kind of the covered bridge entrance to Knott's Jungle Island.

I am supposed to stop to see security to get in, but with the idiot chasing me, I just decide to fly over the bridge (and security gate) to escape the guy. Unfortunately, that has security starting to chase me, so I just trade one for the other. I try to explain I'm here to pick up the Idexx samples, but they say somebody else just came and picked them up (Dale, of course). So I ask if he picked up both sets of samples, and they didn't know there were two sets of samples. (The reason they didn't know is that there aren't two sets, but I did find samples to pick up, so whatever Dale grabbed, they weren't the right stuff.)

Anyway, I grab the samples and try to fly right back out the way I came in, but I seem to be being chased by more and more people. There are large vines everywhere in the air, and I am trying to dodge them and fly around them, but there are more and more of them, and I am having more and more trouble. Right when I escape one guy, somebody else always starts chasing me.

At one point, some of the vines I am having to fly around and avoid even seem to be shooting out of my mouth, and at others they are shooting through the pane of glass in the front door of the Hickory House, as things just get odder and odder, in a full-out chase dream that makes less and less actual sense.

Sleep – 10:45pm
Wake ups – N/A
Finial Wake up – 6:30am
WBTB – N/A

- My brother was training for the army or some sort of military force. He came home covered in mud and started telling me what he did that day.

- I was doing my homework on my laptop in my room. I was listening to music while doing this. I was drawn to the window for some reason. When I looked out the window I saw a woman on the roof across the street yelling at a man on the ground. They looked like they were in an intense argument.

- I was having dinner around someone’s house. Everyone else there was part of a family and I was the only one not related to them. They were all sad because their mum/wife had died recently.

01-17-2013 -- [Not sure if this was 1 or 2 dreams. Woke at about 2:30 and wrote down a dream, then had some slight problems getting back to sleep, probably fell back to sleep somewhere between 3:30 and 4:00. Had a dream, and had the sense of waking up and trying to fix it in my mind, but might have been in the dream, itself. I just don't know. Eventually woke up and wrote everything down about 8:15.]

Started out as a sort of dull, halfway repetitive Runescape dream. I was playing the game and teleporting to a sort of version of the Canifis farm patch, where I seem to be growing pumpkins. I teleport there, pick pumpkins, cut trees, perhaps bake pumpkin pies or something, then start the whole process again, about every five minutes, with the next growth tick. Very repetitive, kind of dull.

For a few minutes I find myself in a real life kitchen somewhere, standing outside a refrigerator, waiting for somebody to remove something from the freezer, so I can lay out some slices of cheese on a large piece of aluminum foil and place it back in the freezer. Hints of roommates and things. Then I find myself back at the teleporting to the farm patch, and cutting the logs and all. I seem to be waiting for Dale to join me, watching the mini-map for him, but his orange dot never seems to appear.

There is a slight hint of typical bits of a warehouse dream in here, but nothing that sticks, and it is around this point that I might have woke up, because I seem to remember trying to remember the previous bits in detail, so I may have half woke, then drifted right back into the same dream. I am just not sure.

I keep doing the farm bits, but the tree cutting is getting more and more involved, and I am turning in more and more logs at once (kind of like adding to the bonfire while hunting Skoll), getting to the point of 10 or 12 at once. Where I am turning them in seems to be more and more a sort of lumberyard, and soon I seem to be building one as part of a quest in perhaps Mort'ton, on the other side of the screen, but on the same screen, where I built another one as part of another quest a couple of years ago.

I suddenly find myself remembering building four or five lumberyards around different parts of Runescape, and it seems like it is getting to be a bit much to me. Besides, don't you need electricity to run a sawmill? This game seems to be getting more and more anachronistic to me. Anyway, I am still waiting for Dale's character to show up, and I am feeling very tired, so I decide to lay down on a pile of saw dust, which seems so very, very comfortable.

Things are shifting around me, and the pile of sawdust is turning into an odd sort of combination of a beanbag and some sort of weird ergonomical chair within a showroom of a sort of furniture store, and there is a redhead who is bugging me to get up. It seems the store is about to close, and she is not going to just let me fall asleep there, though she is willing to show me around a little and try to sell me something. [She looks much like the somewhat strange redhead in the funeral home that I saw in NCIS: Los Angeles last night.]

She leads me around the store, which kind of half looks like the Varrock Museum, then back to the corner where I had tried to take a nap. I am starting to gather all my stuff (of which I have more and more by the second), including putting things in my backpack, and trying to unplug my cell phone from the charger and the charger from the wall, without tangling up my wires and cables and things from theirs. My backpack is on my back, my pockets are getting full, and I seem to be having to carry my laptop in my hands, while she is saying something about me maybe accidentally dying, and I am saying "Good!" and reminding myself of the grumpy cat that people keep posting pictures of on Facebook right now.

Somehow the store full of people seem to want to cheer me up or something, so they all start singing some goofy sing-along song that everybody is supposed to join in on, but the singing is not impressive, I have no interest in joining in, and moments later they are still trying to rush me out of the store because they are closing for the evening.

But they are running me out in Frontierland in Disneyland, as it seems that's where the store is now located. I am supposed to be meeting a number of friends here, including Dale and others, but instead the only person who seems to be waiting is Howie, Kluts's husband. I'm talking about the odd store / show combination as we walk out of Frontierland, and then start down Main Street.

Very quickly Howie has turned into a huge, tall black guy (very big, but not fat) as we continue down Main Street. Then we're out in the parking lot, perhaps on a tram, and then even on a freeway. At times we're in a car, or a utility vehicle. At times it seems to be a bus, and at times, it seems to be almost floating on air or something. At one point we are at the top of a very tall, very steep hill, just starting down the other side, and it doesn't seem like we're in anything at all, though it feels much like a roller coaster as we rush down.

When it seems to be a bus, the black guy has lost his voice, but is trying to speak on a mic. He tries again and again, and is not sure if the mic is on or not, because even if it is on, with no voice, he probably couldn't make himself heard, anyway. I'm thinking his voice is even worse than mine.

Anyway, by this point the guy has shrunk a lot, and is now starting to look like Director Vance from NCIS, and he has his wife (who just was buried last night in the episode I watched) and kids with him, as well as myself. The bus is turning into a large SUV, and we are driving along the freeway next to a railroad track. There are train cars sitting on the tracks, with scaffolding on them, as people seem to be cleaning them much like window cleaners. Oddly the people climbing around the scaffolding seem to be a little old woman and her kids, and I quickly recognize them as Bonnie's old housekeeper Mattie and her kids (who I never met).

Somehow we're all impressed with how hard they seem to be working, and what a good job they seem to be doing, and Director Vance decides we have to stop at the trainyard and go in and place compliments for them, so we do so. We've parked at what looks much like a truck dock, though it is dirty, and I am thinking of staying in the car, so the kids don't have to go in, but we all end up getting out of the SUV, and end up being approached again by the same redhead from the funeral home / odd store, who wants to know what she can help us with. Odd.

I'm carefully taking melatonin right now in an effort to fix my sleep issues, and my dreams are pretty crazy right now. Too tired still to really write anything down though.

First dream: I remember a room and casting spells from Harry Potter with a wand. I feel like there was some crazy stuff going on, like murders? Or someone chasing people around. Not sure if this was in the dream or not, but I remember wishing that I had memorized more of the spells, because I kept fumbling with trying to remember them as I was casting.

Second dream: I believe I was in a jungle with some other people, and we were climbing rocks (without any gear). There was water below, and a basketball kept bouncing around in the water as I tried to get it.

The dream begins with my girlfriend driving me to go get some food at what seems like a fast food restaurant. We pull into the parking lot and park and she begins to open her door. In the distance I see a sketchy man start to walk up so I tell her to close the door quickly. Unfortunately it is too late and she and the man begin to struggle to open or close the door. After a minute the man opens the door and tells her to get out. She doesn't and he pulls out a very oddly shaped gun. It looks like a squirt gun or something mixed with a real gun and is gray. After he pulls the gun on her she quickly gets out and I walk over to her from the other side of the car. The man then points the gun at me but I hit his arm quickly to grab the gun from him. After this he takes off running and I shoot him. Another person also shoots him but I do not see him as he disappears.