non-lucid

Had quite a morning. I had to close at work so I slept from 1:30am to 5:30am when Danny got up for work. I couldn't get to sleep because my fan wasn't working (I need the white noise). After I got Chris to school at 7:15am, it took maybe 45min before I finally got back to sleep.

I woke up a little bit later because I swore I heard my daughter Nicole come home from school. I thought that she must have gotten sick and got a ride home. I heard her talking on the phone, and some doors open and close. Something didn't feel right though. I rolled over to listen more carefully in case I was imagining things, when I felt some super strong vibrations. I knew then that what I'd heard was auditory HH (I used to get those a long time ago). So I went with the vibes and slipped into an LD. I struggled with the blankets as I tried to get out of my bedroom. I wondered if I would see the DC version of Nicole, so I could ask her to guess a number from 1 - 100. I saw a really reduced version of her in the hall, coming at me fast! I pushed her away and went to the livingroom. I tried to call out to her to ask her the question, but my voice was paralyzed, shit. i tried again, but my vision faded and then woke up.

When I woke up, I thought I could still here doors and stuff, weird. I felt vibrations again, so I thought COOL a second chance. This time I didn't even have to open my dream eyes. As soon as the vibrations washed over me, I could see my room through my eyelids, and the TV remote control was hovering above my nightstand. That was a new one for me haha. I got up more quickly and marched straight out the door. I saw a normal version of Nicole this time, but her glasses were different. I was about to speak, when I noticed my voice and eyesight failing again. I thought quickly, and turned to a lamp in our living room. As I went for the lamp, I said a mantra in my head: "Once you turn on this light, you WILL be able to see and you WILL be able to speak." I turned it on, and I could see. I picked it up (don't know why I did this), and pointed the light in Nicole's face, almost like one would shine a light on someone to interrogate them. I said easily, "I'm thinking of a number between 1 - 100, what is it?" I had preselected the number 42 in waking life, because I knew I would remember it in the dream. Nicole giggled and answered, "That's sorty new!" I laughed at her and the fact that her answer rhymed with 42.

She went to her room and I went outside. I was thinking about trying the firework task while I was still dreaming. When I went out the door, I was standing on a foothill, over looking a trail that cut through a small forest. The trail ended at a body of water that was either the sea or a really large lake. There were wooden newel posts at the start of the trail. I picked up some dirt and leaves on the ground and placed them on the flat top of one of the posts. I willed a lighter to appear, and a little black cigarette lighter sat just to the right of my little pile. I imagined that when I lit it, it would shoot into the air and become fireworks. I lit it but nothing happened. No worries, I really just wanted to go down that trail hehe. It was dark but I wasn't scared. I noticed that the moon was just beginning to rise just to the east of the sea. It seemed to break through some kind of ice, or crystals. As it rose, I thought of that song "Walking Man's Road" from The Last Unicorn. So I started down the trail, singing the song as an invisible band accompanied me. As I walked and sang, little forest animals began walking along side me. When I got to my favorite line, a small black bear bit my hand. I removed my hand from his mouth easily, but I was mad that he interrupted my favorite part. I sang a couple more lines then woke up.

I fell back to sleep after feeling more vibrations. The vibrations didn't lead to anything, and I began having a non lucid. I was at dinner party that looked like a wedding reception. It was outside, under one of those big white tents, with little white lights strung everywhere. I was sitting with 6 or 7 other guests at one of the round tables with white tablecloth, white napkins and white china and candles and a floral centerpiece. I was staring at a picture of a young man that the man next to me was showing me. He was telling me about him, when it suddenly dawned on me that I had JUST woken from a dream not moments ago. I thought how lucky I was to be having another lucid! Still the the fireworks task on my mind, I started taking random things from the table and stacking them together: a namecard holder, a fork, a napkin, and I can't remember what else. I looked up and noticed that there was a hole in the center of the tent that revealed stars and the night sky. I yelled at a passing waiter to bring me a lighter, but then I remembered that there were candles on the table. I lit my pile of stuff and waited. I said to the guests, "Hold on to your seats, this is gonna shoot up into the air!" It took a few moments, and I began to doubt. Then the pile shot up through the hole in the tent, and burst into tiny, cute little fireworks with several tiny "pop!" sounds. They sparkled and vanished for a few moments, right at the tent's opening. Of course I was hoping for a huge firework show, but I thought it was kinda cute that I managed to set one off that was more intimate, and appropriate for a reception setting. Then I went nonlucid or woke up, I can't remember.

Could not remember the dream fully, only a bunch of fragments(note: fragments other than the first one and the last one are listed not in chronological order(could not remember it)).

I am playing a bunch of video games with some people, and it looks like i'm viewing games through my viewpoint instead of monitor when i am playing.

There were a game that looked like Super Mario World, or rather, like an editor of it. I was trying to make some sort of simple level consisting of the ground level and the bridge high above it.

There were a game that looked like xcom from the geoscape view, but once 'zoomed in' it was sort of RTS with bases and stuff. I remember one of the missions being defense of the base on the edge of charm with only a few soldiers. Also i had very hard time to figure out how base building from geoscape works for some reason, was restarting the game a few times.

There were a shmup game that looked like it was made with Fraxy, it was slow vertical scroller, there were walls and enemies were exploding into suicide bullets when killed alot. The level looked like inside some sort of space station.

There were a game where i had to control some sort of spy, and it involved hiding from enemies and searching for something. One part involved jumping between rooftops as well(i think it was escape).

There were a game that looked like Heretic, except the weapons were really overpowered and enemies came in really big numbers. I was playing coop with 2 other people. There was one red magical halberd-looking weapon that could annihilate whole ot of enemies when thrown, and could be thrown very quickly. Also there was sort of boss that looked like sectoid from xcom, except that it could fly and it was firing some sort of green triangle-like projectiles. I think i was disappointed how easy it was compared to the level after defeating him.

Now we were done playing games and we are discussing something while sitting around big table, discussion gets heated and one of people jumps onto the table and challenges me to the fist fight, i accept and jump onto the table too. The fist fight starts and i proceed to defeat him pretty quickly. As i win the dream ends.

01-08-2013 -- [Shorter one without much detail, during a nap. If I had other short ones to put it with, would have done it as part of a fragment post (several short dreams in one entry).]

There is some sort of giant troll type of thing (think along the lines of Cliff in the Troll Invasion distraction) that stands 40 or 50 feet tall, and you fight it as a team, and get lots of bonuses in fighting it. Thing is, it will fight anything, and you get some of the points from anything it fights while it is also fighting you, so when we run into a flash mob of goblins, we're trying to lead them up the troll's hillside, so they can distract it and earn us a lot of bonus xp. Very nice.

Bonuses seem to apply to anything going on around this guy, so we're also doing things like skilling in his shadow and hunting penguins or strange rocks, all of it earning extra bonus xp because of him. Creatures of a couple dozen species seem to be attacking him all at the same time, and the xp is just running up at a remarkable rate. Very fun.

Soon, though, things shift drastically, and I find myself standing outside the Anaheim YMCA, telling me to go swimming. It is something like 11 at night, and I expect they are closed, but she is telling me to go inside, anyway. As I am approaching the door, she tosses me something that almost seems to be a cross between a cell phone and a tablet. I grab for it, but miss. It hits the ground, and it doesn't break, thankfully, but it does scatter, so I have to go grabbing for the cell phone, sim card, memory card, and battery and put them all back together.

I go in, and find oddly enough they are open, and end up talking to the lifeguards before swimming. One of them seems to be a teacher I knew from grade school (but not Mr. Adams, who I really had as a teacher, and really did see swimming at the Y one time), and another was a really attractive brunette who I seemed to be leaning against for some reason. Not that I'm going to complain. My body seems to be kind of falling asleep ... right before I wake up.

I woke up in my bed, feeling fresher than ever. As a person with chronic headache, this was the first time since I was little my head hasn't felt heavy. I walked out of my room to the staircase, where the light wasn't turned on. It was either evening or early morning, as it was very dark, but not too dark to hide the silhouettes of my surroundings. As I strolled down the stairs, my head and body was so heavenly light, I felt euphoric. It couldn't be real. Wait a minute.. is it real? Of course it's real.. but something doesn't seem right. No, I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming. I gained lucidity, and took my last step on the staircase. My foot touched the floor, but it wasn't the ruggy floor in the entrance room by the bottom of the stairs my foot touched. It was the tiled stones of a town center somewhere, with a fountain made of stone beside me. I looked to my left, where my old classmate Alexander stood. With frantic hand movements I asked him where the exit was. He didn't understand what I meant, so I explained to him that I was dreaming, anything I would do or change here wouldn't have one single impact on the world, and I wanted to get out where my actions mattered. By this point, my lucidity was gone, but in the dream I still knew I was dreaming. In an understanding tone, he answered that he knows the feeling. We had a long calming conversation about dreams, a much more fluent and personal conversation than the two of us had ever had, before I was back in my bed. I grabbed my phone and was inclined to call Alexander to ask if he could remember the conversation, but I realized he probably doesn't and it might be a bit stupid, which made me feel let down. I then woke up for real, feeling confused over all these false awakenings, and had to make sure I was actually awake this time.

01-09-2013 -- [This one is titled kind of odd because the dream was all over the place, and it would be halfway difficult to come up with a good title for it, but for the sixth or seventh day in a row, somebody has been showing up in my dreams who really has no reason to be there. And since a friend has jokingly theorized that this woman can put herself in other people's dreams, and since she has recently commented on how often others have mentioned dreaming of her, I can't help but start considering her a sort of stalker, placing herself in my dreams.]

Doing a mystery shop at a convenience store over by Universal Studios. Since they don't have a fountain drink area, and since the hot dogs look really mangled, I am being forced to buy coffee, which means this must be a Circle K shop. I am wandering around the store checking on all the things I need to check on, and am amazed by the guy that seems to be buying one of the hot dogs that looks like it has been setting on the rollers for days or even weeks.

The cashier is asking me if I need any help, while I am approaching the coffee counter. I get there right before a pregnant woman, and grab a coffee cup, but it seems to be the last one of any size. It also feels very flimsy, and I am worried it might not be a usable cup, anyway. Since I don't want to hover around the counter, I start to move toward the back of the (very large) store, and stay out of the way for a possible few more cups to be put out.

I find myself far in the back, near a restroom, and decide I'll take the chance to check it for the mystery shop, but right before I walk in, somebody who works there walks in. I figure I'll wait, but am rudely told the restroom is not and will not be available. I seem to remember the same thing happening the last time I was here, and start to argue with them a bit, wondering why these people won't let anybody use the restroom.

I end up walking and talking with a young punk-like black guy and slowly start to learn that this is a huge building, and it has more than one business in it. Toward the back, there is a construction firm, and their bathroom is for their workers. They aren't going to let anybody else use it. This actually makes sense, and knowing what is going on makes me a lot more accepting of it, though I do think they ought to put up some signs or something, so people know they are no longer in the same store.

I thank the guy for his information, telling him I really appreciate his letting me know all this, and he gets very belligerent, asking me if I am mocking him in a way that is very reminiscent of Karl's Otis at the Adventurers Club. He thinks I am making fun of him, but I'm not. He soon leaves, and I find that as we have walked and talked, we exited the building to the East, and are now in a small gift shop a door or two down from the convenience store I was mystery shopping.

The gift shop sells food (perhaps pizza, considering later bits) and a bunch of motivational and educational-style posters. They seem to be about 1/3 grammar, 1/3 humor, 1/3 motivational, and kind of blend into each other so it would be quite easy to buy the wrong one if you weren't careful.

I try to walk the few yards west that ought to take me to the convenience store, but somehow it doesn't seem to be there, and I walk something like a quarter or a half mile until the street dead-ends in front of a freeway. The last little bit I reach, there are a bunch of little kids (mostly girls) that seem to be doing some very weird and spasmodic (but somewhat cute, since they are little kids) dancing to what seems to be Christian parodies.

As I am standing there, I hear a loud chuckle, and a very familiar voice saying something like "It took me forever to learn to ..." whatever it was, doesn't stick in my mind, but I look up at the freeway, to see a car at the side of the road with Anne clearly visible in it. About that time, the car starts to drive away, but not before Anne looks down and sees me standing there. "Great," I think, "She is going to be convinced I am stalking her, now."

I glance down a narrow sort of alleyway, and see a pizza parlor. It seems to be an Al's Pizza (a very small Kissimmee chain with two or three units, though one or two may have closed down), but when I look again, it seems to have changed into a small sort of tent. The whole area is now looking more like a flea market or something, and as I am feeling hungry, I approach it to see about maybe getting a couple of slices. But somebody else pushes in front of me at the last second, and instead of wasting time glaring at him, I walk a little further down, looking at the other booths, before I come back to try and get some pizza.

I am thinking of buying three or four slices, but it seems like they may have just sold the pushy guy their last slices. Anyway, as I am trying to juggle all the stuff I am carrying (I had nothing to carry a moment ago!) I find I already have two pizza boxes and four slices on plates stacked on top of that. I obviously don't need to buy any more pizza. I find myself thinking I might want to reschedule my mystery shop, since I've somehow passed the place, except I have to go back there to get my car, anyway.

Except as I get back to where the street dead-ends by the freeway, my car is sitting right there. And I somehow have two tiny kittens, one black, and one white, climbing on me. They are mine, and I take care of them, but they weren't with me just a moment ago. Since I have these pizza slices just sitting on plates, and these cats all over me, I soon have cat hair on the slices and pizza sauce on the cats. What a mess. I am trying to get all of them in the car.

Almost instantly things change from me trying to get them in the car to driving down the road. Problem is, since they weren't with me originally, I have nothing to carry the cats in, and they are getting into everything. One of them seems to be almost rolling in the pizza slices, and I am paying so much attention to trying to get them out of the mess that I am not watching where I am driving.

When I look up again, I am in a narrow, brick-lined alleyway, very narrow, just a few yards from a short brick wall blocking access to a sort of drainage ditch / Los Angeles riverbed. I am so close to the wall, I don't even bother trying to brake. I crash right through the brick wall, and find my car teetering on the edge of a large 'ramp' of stone steps leading down to the river bed. At this point, I am still thinking if I back up carefully, I might be able to get out of this, drive off, and pretend like nothing ever happened.

But I can't get any traction, and as I continue teetering, I see some rednecks down at the base of this sort of 'stairway' with fishing poles in the 'river', laughing and gesturing for me to come on down. Suddenly the car tilts forward a little more, and I'm bouncing down the stair ramp, the rednecks diving out of the way as I plow through their fishing poles. At least it shut them up. I crash through another wall, and find myself teetering over another ramp, this one steeper, and leading right into the water.

I have no roof anymore, and seem to have very long arms, so I am grabbing stuff from the car, and trying to toss it out to somewhere safe. There are back packs and boxes of stuff, pizza, and the kittens. I try to put the kittens on the ground, but my aim is bad and I seem to toss them into a very shallow fountain. One of them is fine, but the other is right under the tiny waterfall, and though it is very little pressure, the kitten is so small it is drowning, so I need to reach in and fish it out.

About this time, there is a siren, and an ambulance-like vehicle pulls up. It seems help has arrived. There is an older lady with white hair who kind of reminds me of Sarge, a bus driver I once knew, and a younger lady who kinds of looks like Jane from the Britcom Waiting on God, who is wearing what seems to be a cross between a hazmat suit, and one of those protective bubble-type units in a hospital ward. Inside the see-through suit, I can catch glimpses of her partly clad and scarred body, and it kind of seems like her belly has been opened up and stretched, so that she has a sort of external womb, complete with several babies still attached by umbilical cords, sticking out of the backside of her suit. Yuck!

My family received a threat that our house would get bombed. My mother frantically told me to hide in the safe-room under the kitchen counter, where the dishwasher is usually placed. So I did, and it turned out to be a small wooden cupboard. That wasn't going to protect me in any way. I left the house and walked up and down the cornfield road outside our ground, waiting for the house to get blown up. It didn't. After being out of the house for three days, my family moved back in, assuming the threat was bogus.

From a third perspective, I watched from the cornfield road. A perfect circle of Hellfire missiles shot down around our house with my family and I in it. It completely devastated the building, throwing wooden planks, dust and debris toward the center like a tornado.

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Dad

My dad was sitting up in Bed. We was at the end of his life, but when he was able to talk and eat normally.

I told him I'd been wanting to tell him so many things, and now that he was back I could finally tell him.

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Repairing my Truck / Vacation / The Pond

I was with M. S. and we were having a good time. I needed to fix my truck. It needed a red tailgate. I got the job done, but wasn't sure it was good quality so I gave the tailgate away.

Then I came back to get the job done again. I was embarrassed because I was coming back after the job had been done already.

The mechanic cranks up the car. The radio is blasting, so I told him I could turn the radio down if he wanted. He starts to sing the song that was on to let me know that he knows music and doesn't mind loud music just because he's old.

I started talking to Mike about going to someone's sister's beach. I imagined a scene of a nice white beach. I asked someone for a cigarette. They gave me a whole pack. I ran it back to the guy because I didn't need a whole pack.

When I opened it, there was only one cigarette, but I really only saw a bunch of tobacco at the bottom of the box.

Now we are really pressed for time. I ran back to the truck but now it was a boat, and it had sunk into a holding pool where it was parked.

There was a bunch of stuff in the boat. I wanted to bring it up without everything falling out. I tried to crank the boat while it was under water. I pulled the string like a lawn mower to crank it. The guy I was with told me, "No, get one of them" or something, pointing at some monkeys. There were some monkeys that had been trained to do this in some movie. He thought a monkey could do a better job cranking it because they were stronger.

Dream skip

We made it to our destination. I approach the side of a yard where there are bird nests stacked about 5 high, one on top of each other. I saw some of the birds dart into their nest holes.

I approached wanting to see the birds. The lady who owned them came out. I hoped she wouldn't be mad that I was looking / disturbing them.

Dream Skip

Then I was at a pond. There were small looking galaxies in the pond. Then they were 3 different kinds of fish. One was like a leach. I think it was called a Cutter. There was a little round thing, and there was some other type of fish/organism. I wanted to catch them, but they would all bite, so I left them alone.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! No lucid, only a random dream about some random guy.

22.00: Sleep

05.25: Uhm... no?
I'm in my car, Monica's driving and we're on our way home. We've been somewhere out of town and I'm really tired. "You have to drive all the way home babe" I say and lean back to try to fall asleep. She's freaking out because she has no clue how to get home. "Just take a right and you're all good" I say. "It's not that easy!" she exclaims and I have to sit up and guide her. We arrive at a big stone wall with a regular size door in it. It's some sort of gate. I get out and go up to the door and look on the other side, there's a car on the other side and I hold the door up for him. He drives through and thanks me. Monica tries to go through but it's really narrow and she almost scrapes the side of the car.

"Let me do it" I say and she goes into the passenger seat. The guy I just helped holds the door for me and I slowly drive through. I get out of the car. "Thanks man" I say. "No problem, how about you repay me by buying a little snack?" he asks me. I look at where he's pointing and it's a 7/11. "Uhm... alright" I say and we head into the store. "Buy me some snus would you?" he says. "What kind?" I ask. "Any, just make sure it's a ten pack". "Hey, there's no way I'm buying you that many" I say angrily. This guy's a real jerk and I leave him in the store. I head to the car and drive off with Monica. I explain everything that just happened and we arrive at a street that looks foreign.

05.25: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

01-09-2013 -- [Three fragments in the same night, but separate dreams, all involving Harry Potter, and at least two, maybe all three involving Runescape. Disjointed, short, but kind of neat. (And one long, detailed dream between the last two that will be entered separately and doesn't involve the same settings.]

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01-09-2013 -- I'm Harry Potter, and I'm running around hiding from and being chased by a bunch of Death Eaters, as we fire spells back and forth at each other. Soon I have run into some sort of tower, where I go up to the penthouse, which seems to be where I live. There is a kind of a hint of the wizard tower from the recently re-done Runescape quest, which is why I say this dream might possibly have a Runescape connection, but that's the extent of it for this one.

Anyway, I am safe in the penthouse, but Malfoy is still down on the ground, trying to find a way in, and he is starting to annoy me. So I exit the tower and head back outside, where I grab Malfoy in my magic, and start bouncing him around, hitting the ground, then flying a few feet in the air, and hitting the ground again, directing it all with my finger. It's kind of like the ferret scene with Moody in Goblet of Fire, but he's still a boy. Still liked the name for the dream, though.

Eventually I am getting bored, so I swing him about 40 feet in the air, and threaten to just drop him and let him suffer the fall if he doesn't leave me alone and go away. There is something about Tonks, and maybe a hint of romance (or maybe just teasing, not detailed enough to be sure). I go back upstairs to find the penthouse is now swarming with bees, which may not be real bees, but perhaps a large group of bee animagi. The buzzing is bothering me slightly, and I worry of stings since this isn't an uncommon dream situation, but I decide to not worry about it, and trust the wards to take care of them, which is enough faith for them to do so.

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01-09-2013 -- This feels like a continuation of the previous dream, but it is certainly more Runescape centered. Very much a puzzle quest type of thing, and I find myself in a kitchen somewhere baking little tiny plastic beads on some sort of backing (sort of like making those plastic frame sun catchers) in the oven to create runes for this puzzle I am working on. It seems to involve placing runes around a circle, and trying to figure out which runes I'll need to make, and where I will need to place them, whether at 4, 8 and 12 around the circle, or perhaps 3, 6, 9 and 12 or even more.

I'm making a few of these things, including a couple with catsup on them, at the same time I am preparing lunch, so I have to remember and be careful to eat the right things. The runes wouldn't probably taste that good. The penthouse tower of the last dream seems to be gone for the moment, and instead I find myself in the ruins of the old Wizard Tower from the recently redone quests, except it is not underground, but a ruin open to the air. (The new tower has not been built on top of it yet, I guess.)

It is surrounded by ghosts? Spirits? Some sort of non-corporeal monsters of large size (20 to 40 feet tall versions of some of the more normal-size Runescape monsters) which stay on the outskirts of the tower grounds, but slowly wander circles about the place. I probably ought to leave them alone, but instead I seem to be sort of taunting them, and soon they are chasing me into the center of the tour ruin, where a wildly coruscating power beam still rises in the air (the tower transport system in the new wizard tower), and I suddenly realize if they get in that beam, it might possibly start to bring them back into a corporeal state where they could be dangerous. This might have been a bad idea!

I'm trying to lead them back out of the ruins, but not having much luck, until suddenly a sort of non-corporeal, but very powerful, image of Lily suddenly forms in the area, and forces them to flee. Hints of family magic, perhaps related to the fan-fiction story A Marauder's Plan. Anyway, Lily manages to clear them from the area, so I can get back to my quest work.

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01-09-2013 -- I'm in my first bedroom in the Hickory house, though I'm very tiny, and the bedroom is very large. The entirety of the Runescape world is laid out in front of me on the floor, and I am living Runescape in my bedroom. Hints of the above dreams are still around, as well as hints of the Ozan quests in the Desert.

The desert areas seem to be right near the tiny hall section leading to the door ('hall' caused by the closet next to the door) and the floor is covered in sand. There seems to be a cross between the hourglass stations from the Ozan quest and a version of the entrance to the rune alters that seems slightly based on the last dream, above, where I was baking the runes. Approaching the area, there is nothing to really see, until you get close enough. As you walk into the area, a variety of colored runes on the ground start to glow, and a stone circle sort of rises out of the ground. The runes almost look like holographic projections ... very neat.

I can see a sort of tunnel (with a half-escalator kind of feel to it) stretching into the floor of my room, leading into an underground temple, and I head down to see what is there. With the rune alter hints above, you might expect nothing more than an actual alter to approach, but there are all kinds of small 'critters' running around, slightly digital looking. They remind me of video game characters from Wreck-It Ralph. Some of them may need to be destroyed, some of them may need to be made allies, and I really don't have the least clue as to which are which. I soon find myself being approached by Amelia Bones, who wants to know what on Earth I am doing here, and it begins to feel like this underground temple might be in the Department of Mysteries,

I had zombies in my dream and I got bitten, for a moment someone suggested or i thought that i should cut my arm off, the zombie that bit me was on a foot propelled scooter and had a very tiny bite, he was chasing some people around in a room and i was trying to save them, i wasnt sure if I had really caught the contagion.

Some people were trying to rehabilitate the zombies in the beginning, had them in hospital beds, and they were leaving the door open and being careless in some ways, that made me worry. I was trying to sit in a chair in that room with one of the zombies and it kept swerving around i couldnt get it stable, there was a tv i think in front of me, maybe with some sort of commercial, there were drapes to the left of me covering a sliding glass window, it was daylight outside, and there was a kid sobbing with his zombie brother like a love tale of sorts or a rehab miracle had taken place but hadnt really.

I was telling people to shoot me at the right time since i was bitten, and also thought of chaining myself up then i thought about the walking dead game where a particular character does that.

I ended up in a bathroom with a female at some point, i had been given some clothes and a towel, but i lost them due to zombies or something, so i asked her if i could shower there, i laid down with her and she said something sexual, as though i should have intercourse with her since we're two naked opposites laying next to each other, then the towels we were covered in swirled into a long hoop and our bodies kind of dissapeared like we were one in some strange fashion.

Brians parents had bought me so many legos that i had to put them in a bag and felt they were in my way. I had to do laundry, and saw someones pants on top that i liked, they were frayed a bit in front by the crotch but i decided i shouldnt steal them, i was by a laundry machine, i had a ton of laundry upstairs to do.

Most of this dream was in some large hotel type place that had a rectangular spiral staircase with a large opening in the center.

I scared some girls or something when i was laying in the hallway trying to sleep or something of that nature.

I was trying to find kevin but he was evicted out of the hotel place i guess cause he was banging walls and yelling in eileens hotel room or something like that.

An investigator showed me some footage of kevin sitting in a public place on a bench putting his torso on his upper thighs and wrapped in a blanket as though he was sleeping, the investigator expressed his dissatisfaction with him doing so mentioning some law against it, a bystander looked at him with worry or disgust. I think it was a campus.

01-10-2013 -- Heading for a course that seems to be a cross between a junior high class and a college class. Junior high in that the campus layout most resembles Brookhurst Junior High, and college because the class only meets for perhaps an hour and a half, two days a week. It is near the beginning of the semester, so I haven't been to the class much yet, and I can't remember exactly where it is, but I know the general area, and when I come across the teacher playing an odd sort of baseball with some of the students next to a classroom with the door open, I think I've found the right place.

I walk into the classroom, and want to take my usual seat in the last seat of the first row by the door, but something is blocking that seat, and I have to walk around the entire first row to get to it. Whatever was blocking the way is now gone, and a punk who has been giving me problems in every class we've had together is also approaching it. I'm sure he is going to take me seat, but he takes the seat in front of me, and sneers at me.

The teacher calls me up to the front of the room, and wants to talk to me about homework. It seems I haven't been turning enough of it in, and he wonders if I am committed enough to the class, and suggests I ought to be working on it now. Problem is, though I have my loaded backpack, I am missing the books for this class. He sends me back to my seat with a frown.

The class seems to be a cross between a literature class and a film class, because we're supposed to be commenting on the poems of Lewis Carroll, and exactly where Disney fit them in to the Alice in Wonderland animated feature. As I approach my seat, I am humming one of the songs from the movie, very very lightly under my breath. The bully immediately starts humming a different song, quite loudly, to drown me out. I call him the a-word, and ask him if he plans to do that any time I hum under my breath, and he says he does. I call him a jerk, and say he'll be heard a lot more than I will.

I bend to grab my drink (one of those big, refillable thermal mugs that help to keep the drinks cold, like you'd find at 7-Eleven) and take a sip, and the teacher starts yelling at me about my rudeness and such. I guess drinks aren't allowed in his class room, but I didn't know that. He comes running to the back of the room, and starts to tear apart my entire mug, which was already leaking slightly, anyway. What should be a simple two-piece design (three if you include the straw) turns out to have dozens and dozens of parts, and the teacher insists on tearing the entire thing apart, insulting me the whole while.

This goes on for something like 30 minutes, and I know I am never going to be able to fit all those pieces back together. I say he could have just taken it away, told me to collect it after class, and to never bring it back again, and he says "As if!" while the punk from earlier just laughs. I give him a very hard Gibbs-slap for his laughter. Some of the other students try to walk out of class, and complain that he is wasting over half the class on this, and the teacher tells them all it is my fault, and they start to bully me, steal lots of my stuff, and even steal my pants off me.

Somehow I eventually find myself outside of the classroom, walking back to the door to get in, while students in the hall are pointing and laughing at my nudity. When I finally get into the classroom, there is somebody else standing there with the teacher, and he announces himself as the head of the department, tells me the teacher can do whatever he wants, and it is all my fault, and for me to just shut up and get over it. Then he stalks on out of the classroom.

I make a loud comment about how I now have a recording of both the teacher and the department head bullying a student, as I gather up most of my stuff (my pants are still missing) but it doesn't seem to worry the teacher any. As I exit the classroom and head back to my car, I am thinking it is still early enough in the semester that I can drop that class without any harm except the loss of the money I paid for it (must have been a CA community college course, because it was only $5 a unit), because I sure don't plan to remain in that course.

[The teacher looked like that Simmons guy I interviewed for the Hornet, the math teacher who was a member of that CSICOP group.]

01-10-2013 -- [First dream of the night worth remembering. May have been earlier bits, but if so, not a single hint of them in my memory.] I am taking the NCIS team on a sort of a team building exercise which is supposed to end in a giant orgy. We're driving around in a van much like my roommate Randy's vehicle, on our way to a phony hostage situation, yet I am the only one who seems to realize it is phony. The others just don't get it.

We drive down a long, tree-lined road in an out of the way area, then turn in to a small sub-division, me calling out directions to Gibbs (who is driving) while he talks on his radio with 'the agency' we're working with for this team building exercise. Soon we come to a roadblock of police cars about one house past the house where a couple of shooters are holed up, shooting at the cops outside.

A couple of team members take the back, and a couple of us take the front. I look carefully, and can see one shooter firing out the front door, but it takes a while to spot the other, shooting between the blinds of an upstairs window. I don't have a gun, so I'm waiting for a time when things slow down enough (both gunmen having to reload at the same time) that I can rush the house, and at first I am ignored, then the upstairs gunman notices me, and starts to take aim.

I spot him, and move into cover in a large bush, and he is leaning further and further out the window, trying to get me in his site. He seems to be kind of leaning out against a fairly frail tree limb, and suddenly *CRACK* he goes flying through the air in perhaps a 15 foot arc, crashing to the ground and dropping his weapon. I call out that he's lost his weapon and go running for it, but he is still closer to it. He picks the thing up and starts to aim at me, and I'm calling out that he has it again, thinking I'm dead, when *BANG*, Gibbs shoots him from behind me.

He's already taken care of the gunman in the doorway, and we're all now heading inside to scout out the building. Ziva has been injured, and is resting in a chair, Tony and McGee are taking the downstairs, and Gibbs and I are scouting the upstairs. But it isn't at all like it is supposed to be. These are supposed to be really posh rooms, very high class, with lots of beds, hot tubs, and lots of people having sex for us to join in with. Instead, the place is empty, and looks like a poorly maintained Days Inn, or perhaps worse. There is black mold everywhere, almost all the beds are water beds, and they are leaking so if you try and lay in them, you'll be soaked. Half the upstairs is in the middle of renovations, with sawdust and wooden beams everywhere. An absolute mess.

I decide to make the most of a bad situation, and head back downstairs. Ziva has fallen asleep in the recliner she was sitting in, and I pick her up in my arms and explain I'll take her upstairs to the one good room, so she can rest peacefully, all the while admiring her legs in the slightly short skirt she is wearing. I carry her upstairs and place her in the one bed that doesn't seem to be leaking, then start to undress.

As I do, Ziva comes to, and asks me what's going on. I remind her of the training exercise and tell her she took a bump, and that I brought her up here to relax and maybe have some fun. By this time, I am very close, and lean in to kiss her, and she doesn't seem to have any objections. She does, however, ask what the ground rules are, and how far we want to take this. I tell her that is her decision, but I smile as she says "All the way."

So we're kissing passionately and undressing each other. I've just managed to remove her top, and am studying her breasts, while telling her how lovely she is, when Tony busts through the door, muttering some of the things we've been saying back and forth in a high falsetto, and we're ready to kill him for spying on us. Turns out the rooms are wired for sound and video, and they have been sitting around in the lobby watching us, but now Gibbs is calling us down for a different kind of action. But we're still going to kill Tony!

When we get downstairs, we find a sort of dining room with several small, square tables. The whole team is there, including, oddly, McKenzie from NCIS: Los Angeles. She is reading a poem, something very Dr Seuss-like, except it is complete gibberish, and makes no sense. The grammar is also very poor, and Ziva is going nuts trying to correct it with her ever-improving knowledge of English grammar and idioms, but she can't get anywhere, since as I said, it is complete nonsense.

I glance at her, and see a large wood spider dangling from her ear almost like an earring, and ask her what she thinks of spiders. She admits she isn't fond of them, but doesn't have a particular problem with them as I try to brush it out of her hair. It is a fairly large spider, it's body maybe an inch and a half by a half inch, with long legs, and at first I am thinking it is a non-venomous variety, but moment by moment it is shifting, looking more like a venomous version, and then even morphing into a scorpion, crawling on her hand, but thankfully not biting her.

Somehow things just shift, and I am now on the new case, which seems to involve something about comic books. At first I am looking at sheets of paper with the pages printed on them, but unbound. Then it turns to more and more sheets, some in three ring binders, some in matchbook covers, oddly enough. I am running down the street chasing some that seem to be blowing in the wind, and have to stop and study a number of squares of toilet paper to be sure they aren't printed on those.

Soon I find I am facing some odd sort of version of Ultron (in this dream, a silvery robot) as I am turning into Captain America. I have a white, clay-like substance in my hands, and I am kneading it and rolling it into a kind of miniature shield, then it very quickly enlarges and hardens into an almost indestructible form, ready for use. I find myself facing off against numerous bad guys in three trucks, right in front of Marie's house, down near Greenleaf.

There is a truck running right for me, and I use magic or psi powers (not sure which) to create a kind of force field so it can't reach me, right about the time it blows up. There is another truck behind it, filled with gunmen who are trying to shoot me, and that truck blows up as well, the gunmen being caught in the blast and burning alive, before turning into some sort of undead zombie types, as another truck behind blows up. Though I can't see him, there is a hint of Ultron doing a Green Goblin sort of thing with pumpkin bombs.

The whole thing seems to be on some sort of time loop, as I find myself arriving, raising the force shield, and watching the guys turning into zombies two or three times before I wake up.

this was the last part of the dream. i was in my own house and there was a bunch of people over. i had just finished building a lego set but some mother fucker get destroying it. Emmet Whitfield came over, some of his relatives i think, and some adults were here. we went in the backyard and he spoke in a very low voice and started telling me about his career plans as a baseball player. i encouraged him and said "looks like you have been bulking up" then everyone was sitting on the deck and i noticed also next to us was some of the gangsters from that movie "resevoir dogs" Mr. Blonde was creepily coming the hair of some lil kid and i went inside to tell one of his associates not to hurt the kid cause his whole family was there. then my parents were like yea thats a violent movie.

then there was this rolling ball game where i spin a little ball on the computer i think and it was kinda gay so i played pitfall or somethan after. i was not doing good but hada cheat for 16 lives yet still passed it. my dad told me to add colin richards as a friend on there. then i was with some girl and we went onto my dad's boat and i remember being excited to listen to a paticular CD featuring andre nikatina. then my dad gave me instructions on how to back out and i was doing good but somehow i ended up in the water on this neaboard thing, and he kept trying to guide me and help but i just sunk further into the water and got pissed, i said let me do it myself.

i was also in a video game arcade with Matt JAjeh and we were easily able to find coins in the slots of machines and use them for various games, or turn quarters into credits. we played this shooter game together and were trying to beat it. meanwhile we were in a warm kinda summer like shopping plaza with my sister and some of her companions at like these restraunts,

at one of the restraunts i wanted this taio food but didnt have enough and i went to find mell but she didnt have anything

the words were leaking

that's all, couldn't get it out of my mind

DJ Log: January 9, 2013 – 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am hanging out with a friend near my truck which is parked on top of a rocky cliff. It's getting late, so we're packing up all of our climbing gear for the day. I also pick up my R/C truck and put it in the bag with the remote control and bottle of fuel. It's getting dark, so I decide against trying to drive the truck down the cliff. Instead, I'll leave it there for the night and retrieve it in the morning.

Just as we're getting ready to leave, a couple of guys drive up in a Jeep. They stop and talk to us for a bit, then one of the guys says, “We'll push that truck down off the hill.” I say, “You'll leave my truck the fuck alone or I'll push you off the hill.”