non-lucid

12-18-2012 -- I am out driving, probably for a very long time, and very cross country. I find myself arguing with a friend about state borders and rivers and stuff like that, well into a very long trip. We eventually end up in Casselberry, on 17-92, just north of 436. I turn in to a business park or shopping center on the East side of the street, running an errand or just arguing with somebody or something.

When I eventually come back out, it is to a very nice sedan convertible. Couldn't tell you what kind, but very nice, attractive, beige model. I climb into the car, turn into traffic, and head south. By this point I am alone for the moment. I crank up the stereo, and have the music running through my head. [I might have woke humming it, but I am not sure.]

The brakes are not working perfectly, very soft, not much stopping power (noticing a trend here in my dreams?) and the car keeps pulling to the left. I am driving in the center of three lanes, but keep finding myself drifting into the left lane. I decide I have to do something about this. I soon find myself heading north on a narrow street, pulling up to a garage or service station.

At this point, I have the convertible, and also a large gray van, very much like the A-Team van, or the one my roommate Randy drives. It is a very old van. I find myself talking to the repair woman, who is a gorgeous blonde, kind of looks like Julie Musante (first couple of images) from the Ministry of Peace on Babylon 5, a woman about whom Ivanova commented "Captain, I think you are about to go where everyone has gone before."

She is telling me the van is very old, probably from the 70s, and it is going to take at least two days just to check over the thing and see what kind of condition it is in. The convertible will be much quicker. I ask why, and she explains, but I can't remember anything of the explanation. I am thinking of trying to hit her up for a date, when there is a yell from outside.

I step out to the curb, just do see Dale yelling, and the van disappearing around a corner. Somebody has stolen it. We climb into the convertible, and start to give chase. We head perhaps a quarter of a mile south, and turn west on a side street the van turned on, and I realize we're in England, so I turn onto the left side of the road, while reminding Dale to remind me of the proper side of the road to drive on here. In the process, we almost hit the van, which turns off of the side street, and is heading south on the street we just turned off of.

We travel maybe 2/10 of a mile down the side street to find a place we can turn around, then make it back to the main street and head perhaps another half mile south before we turn east on another side street, where we find the van parked on the north side of the street, in a driveway, on the diagonal. We pull in behind it to block it, and find two things.

One side of the van has already been painted a baby blue, as the thief tries to change it enough that people wont recognize it, and we are facing a large, thuggish punk who doesn't want to give it up. I try reasoning with him, explaining I need the van. I have no job, no money, and if I have no transportation to get around and find a job, I'll starve. He tells me he is in the same position.

He's a big, strong guy, in great shape, not a fat, out-of-shape, poor condition slob like myself, and I'm being very careful about how I speak to him, but I look at him and say surely he ought to easily be able to get work in a warehouse or digging ditches or anything like that. His reply is a surly "Don't want to." Obviously its he doesn't want a job, not he can't get one or can't do one. Accent and attitude seems rather like a stereotypical Liverpool tough from TV shows.

Anyway, we've caught him before he can paint the van, and know where he is at, and could bring the cops, so he realizes he isn't going to get away with this, and he starts to try and make a deal, instead. He really wants a cake. If I buy a cake for him, he'll give me back the van. I don't want to buy the guy a cake, of course, but I agree because it will avoid trouble, and be a halfway easy solution.

He leads me another block or two south on the main street, and the street turns to head west. Right on the south corner of that curve, he leads me to a very dirty, very dingy bakery. We walk in, and the place is a mess. There aren't many cakes, there are a ton of people in line, and it almost looks like something out of Dickens. I am glancing at the small cakes, mostly round double layer cakes of the sort you would find in supermarkets here in the states, but they are selling for prices in the range of 38 to 45 pounds each. These are expensive bloody cakes.

The lighting is very low, it is very dingy, and there is a very long line. I suspect I will have to wait in that line a couple of hours. I walk back outside, and decide if I have to wait that long, I am going to have a book to read, as I do so. I am glancing down the street at all the shops, figuring there has to be a bookstore somewhere. I am looking for a Chapters, but since this is England and not Canada, I probably should be looking for a Dillons or Heffers instead.

This is kind of a long one. It's made up entirely of dream characters. The family bears no resemblance to my own, I'm not even female in the dream. I'm a little boy for most of it. I gotta say though, I love storyline dreams.

I know a little came before this, but I can't recount it clearly. I'm a little boy of about five, my Grandfather is a doctor and he's gone mad. He has somehow figured out a way to turn us into living ghosts, we are not dead, but we aren't corporeal anymore. Myself along with my seventeen year-old sister, my mother and my father, have been forced to follow him around as spirits. He keeps us tethered to himself. He takes us to his home. It's a long, spacious, one story house. The carpet in the living room sometimes looks faded orange, and sometimes faded gold. There's a dark wood table, and behind it a dark china cabinet with diamond beveled green glass faces. I know that grandmother is resting in one of the rooms on the right side of the house.
He's explaining to us our purpose, and he summons his wife into the room. One of my aunts is helping her. Grandmother has faded red hair, one of the family trademarks, my sister has red hair just like hers.

The doctor explains that the exposed power lines on the wall to our left are to a machine that will temporarily make us solid. He lowers a gas mask over his face and turns a knob. The air turns frigid. We are literally frozen solid. We can't move. Grandfather explains that Grandma has been sick, and that he plans to make her well using parts from our bodies. Well, one specific part. Grandmother is suddenly lacking her head, now looking like a mannequin. He removes my sister's head and starts to put it on Grandma's neck.

Obviously, father is not happy with this turn of events. While Grandfather is distracted he summons the will to move and as a spirit shoots over to the exposed power lines, intending to rip them from the wall and electrocute the doctor.
(right now Father looks a little like these guys http://www.se51.net/wp-content/uploa...st_hound-4.jpg)
The first handful of cables won't part from the wall and he's tugged back to the wall face. Father grabs another power line and tears it free. Before he can attack him, grandfather wills him out of the window and sends the currents of electricity through father.

Father hovers in the air. "I will not let you take her."
"Then it will be you instead..."
"So be it."
Grandfather intensifies the electricity (apparently by will alone), but it has a different effect than he intends. The electricity gives father power, he alternates a cartoony yellow electricity and more realistic flashes of blue, the longer I look at him the more changed he becomes. He looks younger by the second, a stooped older man no longer. His hair regains color, his eyes turn bright and sharp, his back straightens and shoulders broaden. I see what he looked like as a young man. He lowers his head and smiles.

The smug look fades from Grandfather's face. Father kills him, but I don't see how. My sister magically regains her head, and grandmother hers, and we return to normal.
Then, as though nothing strange has happened, mother and sister are talking about how we should spend our visit to Grandma's. I may only be a child but I think they're nuts. I go outside to play.

There's a subtle change in the dreamspace, the house we were in had almost the same feel as an apartment, or a city home. That it was snugged in next to other residences. This house is different, it's wide open, solitary. It's a pale shade of yellow, with a wrap around porch and flowers hanging from the beams. I run out into the backyard. It feels familiar. The grass is dark green, lush, a little overgrown and there are tiny colorful flowers growing in it. There's rotted out hollow tree laying near a faded cement path. To my left is a storm drain tunnel, across from me are woods.
(I haven't thought about this place since I was a kid, I only went there once with a babysitter. She pretended we were on an adventure, she was going to show me a special place. It was out in the woods, and had a secret air about it.)
Out of the corner of my eye I see an R.O.U.S nosing its way out of the fallen tree. It's about the size of a crocodile, scaly and diseased. I understand that things are about to get scary, I notice the creature but I'm stuck in the storyline of the character. HE hasn't really seen it yet, so I cannot do anything.

Then it gets worse. Across the concrete, a pack of deformed inbred rednecks burst from the trees. They're splattered with blood and carrying gore encrusted baseball bats. Storyline dictates that they don't see me. I crouch behind the fallen tree, I can feel the tree shaking with the movements of the creature struggling inside. The rednecks mount the steps, I hide next to the wall of the house. Looking outward they won't see me, they'd have to look down.
Because I've moved, the creature (finally freeing itself from the log) doesn't see me, and runs up the stairs to join the creep-pack. I know that they've been on a murdering spree, traveling between all the country houses and killing anyone they find. I can hear screams from inside the house.

I run away, straight for the fence bordering the property. I can see a line of people making their way toward me dressed in S.W.A.T armor and carrying guns. I go through another set of gates, it's only then that I realize it's not a gate. It's a cage. An arena wrapped in chicken-wire around wood veins.
One of the group asks "What do you think you're doing?"
another shouts to their leader, "Hey, we've got a stray!"
The leader takes off his helmet and says "What're you doin' here kid? Are you crazy?"
"My family..." I look over my shoulder and he does too, we see the murderers leaving the house.
"I see.." He hands me a gun. It's huge and heavy, I'm terrified. "You don't happen to know how to load that, do you?"
Mute now and close to tears, I shake my head.
He drops a black canvas bag at my feet, it's already open. He pulls out white shot-gun shells and commands me to hold out my hand. He gives me the bullets hurriedly. The fence begins to shake and rattle, the howling reaches a fever pitch. He shows me how to load the gun, after the affair with my grandfather and the random murderers I'm expecting a trick. I keep scanning his face for signs of dishonesty.
"I can't make any promises, kid, but stay close and I'll try to keep you alive. You might have to wait until their almost on top of you to shoot, they're quick bastards."
That does NOT reassure me. I'm afraid that all of this is a trick, that he's a cruel man who would give a child a gun and hope for life just to allow me to be cut down when the bullets do nothing.....


-Fifteen Years Later -

The story jumps. I'm a different person, an aunt of the boy who went missing. There are rumors about Hunters in the area who might have taken him on and raised him. I've gone to see if it's true. I see him from a distance. He's a young man now, tall and all lean muscle. He is returning from a hunt, glorying in his physical prowess and the admiring looks the others send his way.

I sneak into their meeting hall and their leader gives me a small nod. He's the one who contacted me about the boy, not so I could take him, just so I'd be assured that the boy was safe. I see him enter the room, he's wearing a loose grey shirt and his wispy almost orange hair is barely contained under a cloth cap. I can see my sister in him, his pale skin, blue eyes, the shape of his nose. He doesn't notice me.

I briefly switch to the man's point of view. We're having a meet, just like we do after every big hunt, we get together and discuss problems. I understand that someone may bring up my existence here. I am clearly of outside blood, all those around me are dusky-skinned and dark of hair. It means nothing to those jealous of me that I have hunted with the pack since I was a child. They were born into it, and adoptions were unheard of until I came along. The Leader looks at me, then sweeps his eyes over the crowd.
"We will have our meet, but first we race."
This was his way and I silently send him my gratitude and applaud his cleverness. I am the fastest, I always have been. Before each meeting we take the Death Run, the winner is beyond scrutiny. This is the way he has kept me safe, I always win, no one can question my presence in the pack.

I'm the woman again. The leader claps his hands and the pack takes off. My nephew is so quick, almost a blur. I know I have to keep up with him, if I lose him I'll never see him again. He is way ahead of them, I am quick too, I pull ahead of the pack.
The death run is an obstacle course, built spiraled like a snail shell, obviously made more difficult if you are moving quickly. I don't remember all of, the last part I see before I wake up is stepping stones jutting from the inside curve. I see my nephew fly down them and then nimbly leap to the opposite side of the hallway and disappear through an opening there.

12-20-2012 -- [First bits very limited, and might even be other dreams during the night.]

I find myself working somewhere that seems to be a sort of a transportation shop ... repair bays, possibly loading bays, things like that. I am scrubbing floors, even as large vehicles are moving in and out. Somebody doesn't like me, and comes very close to hitting me with something very large (a bus?) that is in front of me in a flash, though I manage not to react.

Nobody likes me and they seem to be kind of hazing me. They cause me lots of problems, but I just keep dodging around everybody as I continue to mop the floor, getting more and more of it completed.

Soon I find myself visiting with Dale, Kevin and Fred on the last day of their trip to Disney World, before they fly home, and I am unhappy they have to leave so soon. I find myself thinking if I win the lotto tonight, they can come back tomorrow, and that would be nice.

Soon I find myself in a different place, a sort of casino or nightclub. A fully grown Daphne Greengrass is here, has been involved in some dates or something, and has not been treated very well. She's not been having a good time. I am hoping to step in, change that for her, and have a rather good time myself, since in the dream she is gorgeous. I'm waiting for her to come back from her room or the restroom or wherever sh has gone.

Unfortunately I find myself facing off with an annoyed JK, who is cheating on CK by being here, and is supposed to be the next one with Daphne. I'm disgusted with him for cheating on his wife,and doubly disgusted that he travelled back in time to do so, risking the space-time continuum for such a purpose. And he is telling me to stay out of it. Pah!

We are probably in a nightclub, might be a casino, or perhaps an arcade. I am not sure. But there are a couple of what seem to be pinball games that are somehow trying to block me or interfere with me doing anything about all this, and I eventually stalk off in disgust. I just want to get out of here.

Somehow I have travelled back in time several years. Not sure how many, but almost certainly sometime since I have come to Florida. I find myself approaching what I think is an airport, at first, because I am dodging the main security check point to try and get into the building, using my future knowledge of the place. I step through a side door and enter a sort of lobby.

Unfortunately, the time displacement seems to have a negative affect on a person's biology, and I find myself with a bit of acid reflux, and a mouthful of partly digested food. I run over to a restroom and push open the door. Most of the doors are missing on the stalls, and I can see almost every stall is both very messy, and occupied. I do find one stall that is messy (smeared, unflushed) but empty, and run in and spit out the junk in my mouth. But as I leave, the acid reflux is trying to create more, and I am trying to force the horrid feeling down.

As I walk out of the bathroom, it has become a hotel, instead of an airport, and I am approaching the front desk. I find myself facing a desk clerk that I know quite well from the future, though at this point he has never met me. For some fool reason, I start right in, explaining I am here to book a bunch of rooms for time travellers coming back to the past to vacation.

He considers me mad, of course, but to humor me, he asks me how many rooms I need. He starts to wonder, though, when I tell him he still has 20 rooms available, but I will only take 19 of them, because in the course of the night he will find there is some sort of mechanical problem in room xxx, and I don't want to have to deal with it. (In the dream I knew a room number, but I can't remember it now.)

I find myself quite happy with my new job of making travel arrangements for time travellers, and find myself thinking randomly that at this time Rosie's is still open, also, and I ought to be able to take in a few more great shows there.

12-19-2012 -- [Bits before this, but no memory of them.] I am driving my car down the little loop that leads from Sand Lake to OBT while bypassing the intersection, but instead of coming out across from Taco Bell, it comes out across from Wendy's, next to the newest Wawa. I pass what looks like Marsha Z. in a half clown-half not outfit, and find I am in the must turn right lane, when I want to make a left.

So I make a right turn, and figure I'll turn in at the Wendy's and go that way (never mind that is the intersection I just turned the wrong way at), but they have construction going on there, and I am not allowed to turn. Darn it! My brakes aren't working fully (they never do in my dreams) and my seat belt is pulled across me, but not fastened for some reason. I finally make the left turn I want to make around the Taco Bell, and as I drive into the Sky Lake subdivision, I find myself singing the alphabet song. As I get to the LMNOP part, Graham is supposed to sing it, but he's running late somehow.

Suddenly we're no longer on the road, but I have just walked into the Adventurers Club, which never closed down, I just quit going for a few years. (Like I would ever do that!) For some reason, I have a bed sore which is uncomfortable and bleeding, and my pants keep trying to fall down, which is very annoying. Graham is there, and Joy is doing Pam, in the green peacock dress. She is doing a bit of shtick in the Main Salon, trying to get everybody to strain and concentrate and try to physically lay an egg. Very weird. I spend a little more time in the Main Salon, then head for the Library for one of the shows.

As I walk in, I see the gal who does Yvette, though today she is doing Samantha, I think. (Used to know her name, haven't been able to remember it the last few months.) But almost everybody else I see is a stranger to me. There is a very oriental looking maid, and an oriental Hathaway, as well, and a bunch of other performers in AC-looking costumes, but nobody else I recognize. Most of the library looks pretty much the same, except in the back there is a wooden pew instead of the row of bar stools.

I can't decide which table I might like, so I just sit on the pew, then somebody else comes and sits next to me. They sit very close, and keep scooting closer and closer. I ignore them for a while, but it finally gets to be too much for me, and I decide to stalk out of the library, only to discover it is almost empty, and there is no reason this idiot has to be so close!

As I walk back into the Main Salon, I find there have been a lot of changes since I left. They have remodeled and expanded, and I find myself walking past several gift shops and a new ladies restroom. I'm worried there is no men's room, but then decide the original restrooms are probably still where they were, right by the elevator, and they just added a second ladies room. A couple of women overhear me saying this, and demand I lead them to these other restrooms.

I do so, and find the restrooms are there, but they've been redone too, and are very much fancier than they used to be. I walk in the men's room and find it is now a combination restroom and spa. Though there are toilets and sinks, there are also tubs and whirlpools and people getting massages and things. All very fancy, and I quickly exit again. I find myself walking through Frontierland, and enter a rather worn and shabby-looking Golden Horseshoe Revue.

There are a few beat up tables sitting around, including a couple near a collapsing wall, I pull one table next to another and use it as a seat, as I start looking around for an envelope or a scrap to write on, and start to write down the earliest bits of this dream, back on Orange Blossom Trail. I change positions a couple of times, trying to keep a good writing surface and keep out of the way at the same time, then suddenly performers start walking in, beginning to do a show. Interestingly enough, these are AC people in AC costumes, but they seem to be performing the Golden Horseshoe Revue. I see Anne and Yvette, Graham and Karl, and it is looking like it may become a good show.

Morning of December 20, 2012. Thursday.



I am with my wife Zsuzsanna at our present address, which is rendered as larger. There are railroad tracks at the side of our house where the public footpath would otherwise be. In the last scene of my dream however, the railroad tracks are no longer there.

During this time, there appear to be various rusty gears along the tracks (by passing trains that sometimes lost their parts, though no train is ever present). At one point, I consider that they may be valuable, but this is not a consistent thought. (I am not sure of how I would go about selling them.) There are also a couple street rod exhaust pipes which I do not consider are unrelated to a train and instead seem to think they are part of a locomotive.

At some points, it seems as if there may be railroad pocket watch gears mixed in with the pieces of a train. If I find all of them, I may have enough to make a watch or perhaps sell as useful parts (to the right people).

Over time, it seems that the railroad tracks had somehow disintegrated and there are patches of grass that are a lighter color and straw-like. There are also far less gears and debris. One gear looks illogically oversized.

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Years ago, my brother-in-law Bob gave me an heirloom from his family, as he did not have a son to give it to. It was a railroad pocket watch which was likely worth quite a bit as an antique (though I never had it appraised). I had left it in my King Street apartment atop a chest of drawers, and it somehow vanished even though my door had been locked and nothing else was ever taken. I never saw it again and I never informed Bob. It is possible that a previous tenant got in.

In general, this has been a common recurring dream situation since childhood, though primarily rendering Cubitis as the setting. Usually, it is related to passing trains leaving discarded books or other “treasures” (otherwise on their way to a landfill), typically headed north. In some versions, there were virtually endless sets of railroad tracks easterly of the Cubitis backyard, with the chance to explore various items scattered over the areas but usually limited to the area around my Cubitis home’s backyard and beyond to the east, and not farther to the north or south.

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Its been awhile since i have remembered any of my dreams and I can hardly remember much of this one. All I remember is looking into a mirror and I seen my eyes. They looked like I was looking into two different galaxys. Im mad at myself cause this should have made me think to do a reality check. I think I was to caught up in how my eyes looked to perform a reality check. After I seen my eyes a second time I woke up. I can not recall any dreams after that.

I remember playing this game that was like starfox at my house. Instead of a joystick and buttons, it operated with two joysticks. The one on the right controlled firing, and the one on the left controlled the plane. It was pretty awesome except that my nephews were over there and they had some really annoying kid with them.

Eventually I stopped playing, and someone was asking a guy if he wanted to bring in a large cat.. Dude agreed, and he came back with something I've never seen. It was white and it came up to about my chest, but it didn't have any real length to it.. Apparently it was a female, because she stared rubbing against me. She even started doing some sort of sign language. I was trying so hard to understand what she meant, and then someone explained that she was asking if I knew anyone who would hire her as a model in New York. Obviously I didn't know...and slowly, she started becoming more human, until she was a girl and talking. I asked her if a dog ever tried humping her on the leg in her human form and she said no. Oh well, at least I got a laugh out of it.

We were on some bus, and I remember some general was talking to us about all these various attacks, and they would flash in my head. This was going on in American soil though.
While riding, I noticed a cement mixer type vehicle, but it was super small. It looked like a large RC car. I was just telling someone how weird it looked, and when I looked back it was full size and someone was in it. We got out and started walking.

And there were all these injured soldiers getting treated by nurses in training. Everyone had on WWII type clothing, and I noticed all the nurses were females. I kept walking, and I was trying to see if there was anyone I knew. I made a mental note that there were so many redheads in the crowd, and most of them were cute. Wherever they were stationed at, I wouldn't mind taking a visit. Eventually we stopped at some tables, and I started talking to the cat lady again, but I don't know what it was about.

This was the third or fourth dream I had of the night, after my second or third dream I got woke up from my friend calling me to pick up from school but I was going in later today so told him sorry and that I didn't' need a ride. Well, the next dream I had he was in it. We were like scuba-diving or something of that sort, in this body of water that somehow appeared to now exist in the driveway in front of his house (don't ask me how this is possible), and after the third or fourth time scuba-diving my friend died from drowning. But the dream went on, and in the dream I was expected to feel sad and etc, but I didn't really feel that bad, it also feel like I know this was going to happen, like I sensed to coming (his death). But I just started talking to these other kids at my school instead of usually talking to him. It was odd.

WARNING! THIS DJ DOES NOT MAKE SENSE!

Non-lucid, incomplete:
I dreamed about a webseries called EverymanHYBRID, some of you might have seen it. Anyway, so we were sitting in a circle and Evan whispers something in Vince' ear about having been to elementary school with me. He tells him that he once dumped a hand full of caterpillars in the hood of my coat (this actually once happened to me in elementary school). I got really angry and planned on killing him. For some reason halfway through we became a couple though. And I met his dad, and he was really not so nice, I talked to him about God, though. And he lived with his dad and shared a room with a little brother and sister, and had a very dangerous set of stairs somewhere in his house. It was really fucked up.

Analysis:
Maybe it was because I haven't exercised, or had a very long LD last night, but last night was a bit fucked up. The reason I dreamed about the web series is because I had been working on a script for my own web series, and my brother came over, and we are both big fans of SlenderARGs. The first part seems to symbolise my own agression and antagonistic attitude towards anyone who gets close to me. I find it rather typical that I had such a relationship to THIS character, as he, himself would already be sufficient for symbolising the agression, in a way, he would almost symbolise myself (I relate very strongly with this character to begin with). So it is peculiar thar I had this kind of relationship with him in my dream, especially since by the end of it, it was turned around completely. The second part seems very symbolic for my relationship with my sort-of-kind-of-complicated-partner. Again I see similarities between the characters, though less strong. It was very much like our relationship, the feeling was very similar too. The father talking about God could be my own search for faith. The younger siblings reflect both my "complicated's" younger sister, and also my own desire to have a real sibling (my half brother never lived with us and is 12 years older), this desire is especially strong around the holidays.

12.19.2012

Double Death Tragedy (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Alex has come down with some horrible illness after we've locked ourselves in one of the buildings on campus. Her grandfather and (nonexistent) brother are with us. We can hear people in the hallway who aren't supposed to be there, but they don't come to bother us.

Alex is having very violent spasms, yet she assures us that she'll be fine. Her grandfather pulls me aside and tells me that Alex is definitely going to die. I am shocked. In the short time I've known my roommate, she has become like a sister to me. I can't believe she is going to die.

But she does. She dies right in front of me.

I briefly wake up. I am relieved that it was only a dream. However, I have not moved or opened my eyes, and by the time I try to I am already stuck in sleep paralysis and then pulled back into the dream.

I leave the room that we were in, thinking that Alex is still alive. I am going with her brother to investigate why people have been trying to break in. As soon as we walk into a large common room, a bee stings me on the neck, temporarily paralyzing and blinding me. When I am able to move again, her brother informs me that a ninja girl had broken in and done something. We are not sure what, but we know that she was working for our enemy.

We split up to investigate. I come upon my mother, who is sitting with a large group of people. "Have you come for the final visitation?" she asks me in an eerie voice.

I am thinking, "Visitation...? But... Alex didn't really die. That was just a dream. Right?" Confused, I go back to the room where she was to check on her. A horrifying sight greets me: Cheyenne is lying there, dead.

I run from the room, crying, trying to find out what happened. Everyone present is too weird and crazy to answer my questions. An old man with horrible, blistering red flesh is dragging himself around the room, ranting crazily. His fingers and toes are all melded together, making his hands and feet look like flippers. He crawls in front of me and says I am too polite, just like my mother. (wtf?)

I go find my mom again. She says I don't have to be here if I don't want to be, but I don't even know what is happening and I am so distraught that I can barely think straight. All I know is that my heart feels like it is torn to shreds and I can't believe I will never see her again.

Finally I wake up, because my dream crying is making me breathe oddly in real life.

[Several days of dream fragments]

12-19-2012 -- Somehow at a train crossing with the usual fast moving trains coming out of nowhere and having to watch out for them. They are moving so fast and causing so much wind or displacement of air that large (couple/three inches thick, couple feet long) icicles are forming. I break one off, and start to eat it, until I glance at it and discover it is kind of dirty, at which point I drop it.

I get a phone call from Pat Q, but it is a wrong number ... she wasn't meaning to call me. [I think this came from recent bogus e-mail from her that was some scammer using her name.] We kind of discuss Disney for a couple of minutes before I run off.

I soon find myself on a miniature golf course, perhaps the one from the country club dream a night or two ago. I don't get to see much of the course, but I do spot what is almost a sort of pinewood derby track on the first hole. To get on the course, you don't hit the ball with a club, but place it on one of the four slots and let it roll down. Once it hits the course, you start playing normally.

Meanwhile, I find a bee buzzing very loudly in my ear, and feel it on the back of my neck. It is driving me crazy, but I can't reach it to get rid of it, and when I am hoping somebody else will, the kid who is going to do so doesn't seem to be paying too close of attention, so I am afraid he is going to get me stung.

Soon we are in a penthouse apartment where the kid lives with his family, and he is turning into a superhero, perhaps something Spider-Man-ish. He wants to go out and fight crime, but his parents won't let him. We're out on the roof, but there is electrified barbed wire all around to keep us there. But he finds a bit that is pulled up a little, and he has enough room to jump through, so he does.

I head back inside, wander around the house a bit, and end up sitting closer than I might feel comfortable to his very attractive mother, before I finally wake up.

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12-18-2012 -- Wandering around on foot in the Casselberry area, more or less on 17-92, heading north toward 436 (an area I have been in two or three dreams, recently. No idea why). There's a slight bit of hassle with some cops, but not much. Generally, they are just keeping an eye on people.

Somehow I am looking for something or going somewhere, and I end up on little back streets in the area, or even just walking between buildings. I find myself walking past some homeless people who are sick, and talking about problems with getting their benefits and things, and staying out of the way of the police.

Somehow I get involved with a sort of treasure hunt that involves finding and reaching several somewhat creepy clowns. [No, for anybody reading this, not all clowns are creepy. But these were.] I see the first at the side of the road, and the second in a building that may have something to do with a pawn shop or a loan shark. The third I find standing in front of an auto dealership with a sign urging people to go in and check out the deals.

So I go in to see the clown, but since I forget to tell the clown that I am here to see her, not the dealership, I think she kind of wonders why I am following her. I'm trying to get close so I can talk to her, while she is walking across the dealership to get back to her street.

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12-17-2012 -- This starts off in a familiar-seeming area that I don't actually recognize, that may be part church, part office. Running around, setting up some sort of business, and trying to avoid trouble. Think there is something about my dad being around, and perhaps Dale. Meeting with some sort of pastor, and avoiding trouble with a televangelist, perhaps. Somehow we drive away to avoid problems, and end up at the Buena Park Mall.

Somehow they've redone the mall big-time, and it is now huge. We're wandering through the food court, which seems to be on the roof of the 39 story building, so it is a very huge mall, indeed. We've passed up the food and stuff, and out on the edge of the roof they've got an amusement park ride which is kind of a cross between the parachute drop, a freefall attraction, and a swing ride. The center is perhaps twice as big as Knott's parachute tower, and it is also 39 stories tall, so at the top of this thing, you are 78 stories in the air.

There are no parachutes, instead there is a circle of seats facing out around the tower, and they shoot up into the air. But once they get up to the top, they swing out as individual swings as the whole thing spins around. This thing is so tall, I am thinking you are going to be able to see forever from up here! I have to ride this thing! Dale, on the other hand, is scared of heights, and has no plans to get near it.

I have no money, but I am pushing my way through the queue area, convinced I will find a way to ride this. Oddly enough, though Dale is afraid of heights, being on the roof of the building doesn't scare him at all. I don't manage to get in, but it turns out the entire line area also goes up, kind of like a very, very large Sky Cabin, so Dale and I both get a very high view of the city, even though I don't get to swing on the swings! Very fun dream, if a little short.

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12-17-2012 -- Starts as a very familiar-seeming live action version of Runescape that I've been involved in during several recent dreams. I am in the Morytania area where the ectovial teleports me, where I seem to be doing both a lot of plant harvesting, and hunting penguins. (I think either a bush or a crate this time, but I am not sure.)

Somehow I find myself wandering off into a nearby chapel to recharge my prayer, but it turns into Pine Castle UMC, where they are singing. The song is a bit of a cross between the very staccato arrangement of the 23rd Psalm, and the Thou, O Lord song, being repeated enough that when I eventually wake, it is with that music in my mind. Somehow the song is seeming very prophetic today, and as we listen to it, Kevin B. is making some sort of prophecy about eating ice cream instead of the bowl with meats and vegetables that he is holding.

It seems to kind of be working, as the bowl is turning into a bowl of ice cream ... but flavored like the meats and vegetables that were already in it. Very odd. He shakes his head like it isn't very good, yet he keeps eating it!

We're in a car driving home from the church to street where the Morans used to live, while Kevin follows on a motorcycle, still eating the ice cream. In the car, I am petting a cat which is either entirely or mostly black, probably based on Carolyn's cats. Eventually we stop in the middle of an intersection in the housing development, and start unpacking the very full car. My suitcase gets run over, but no damage is done to it. I want to be angry at the guy, but since we're in the middle of the street, I can't.

By this point the person driving is half Kevin's father Paul, and half Pat M. He's pulling out the stuff belonging to other people, and yet keeps putting my stuff back in the thing. In the dream, at this point, I have no car, so I ask him if he is giving the car to me, which would be really cool. He tells me he isn't sure. He says he was going to give it to me, but the prophecy song really makes him question that, so he just doesn't know.

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12-16-2012 -- Kind of sharing or visiting a hotel room with my brother Keith, and then, soon enough, with my brother and his wife. There are some big dogs running around. One is black, another is gray, and seems to be a Great Dane. Take a nap on the couch for a bit, and soon my sister shows up, as well. I have a bottle of lemonade without a cap on it, and somehow my sister knocks it off the table, but I manage to catch it before it can spill.

Melody and Tracey don't seem to be getting along, and are doing gymnastics at one another, trying to show each other up. Things like cartwheels and back-flips and the like, all in kind of revealing clothes, which just isn't right, since they are my relatives. Just very odd stuff.

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12-15-2012 -- Am working a security shift somewhere that seems to be a bit of a cross between TAMS and 3M. I start out working in a guard shack in the driveway, controlling entry, but it is near the end of a shift, I think, and another officer is about to come in and take over. The person who shows up seems to be a bit of a cross between John C. from 3M and Bonnie's 'cousin' Rob. He is complaining about my uniform not being perfect, and my report not being done.

By this point the guard shack has turned into a control tower kind of like at OPC, and he has exited the building to go unlock a gate. I follow him for a few seconds before deciding to return to the tower, but I find the entrance is now a very rickety ladder that I just can't climb safely. No way. It wouldn't support my weight. Rather than change back to the proper entrance, he decides to have them get rid of me, instead, which really, really annoys me.

~12:20 am - sleep, breath zhine, 9 purif
~6:30 am - wakeup

I was in a dorm. I was there because of a retreat. There were several double- or triple-decker beds. It seems men and women are in the same room. We were planning something. I remember seeing RP and LR there. There was a plastic bottle of twinkly stuff there that we opened (accidentally?), and it spread. It's hard to put into the bag. I also remember seeing my crush RS, but he doesn't look the same. Also, he looks smaller. Or maybe that's he's actual height, and not seeing him for a long time made me forget. I also recall one guy who spit on the bed. MY bed, to be specific.

I entered a bathroom after three people went out. It was one man and two women. I entered, and the place looks so backward. The bathroom was big enough, but it simply looks so dank, the walls and floors not even tiled, although thankfully the toilet looks clean enough. Also, the "shower" is nothing more than a busted pipe flowing water down from the ceiling. The funny thing is that it seems automatic, in the sense that it turns on automatically when I'm close enough, and turns off when I'm away. Then there's a metal drum about stomach height filled with water that I assume I would use to bathe, if in case the shower doesn't work.

I also remember being online, searching for something. And there's a sex act going on, with the woman on top. She was complaining to me that I don't include lesbians in my website. This kind of confused me because it doesn't look like she's a lesbian when she's doing it with a guy. They were so close in view, too.

In my dream, I was on some kind of quest at Disneyland (a mixed up dream version of Disneyland), following clues. I was with three other people- two girls who were my friends in the dream, and one guy a bit older than us who worked at Disneyland. I remember finding a secret passage to a really cool hidden clubhouse (that for being underground seemed to have a lot of natural light?) The guy couldn't fit in the passage so he stayed behind. We eventually found this pretty garden with a lot of play structures like swings/slides and things to run around on. I said out loud, "I remember this!" And then I suddenly thought, No I don't! None of this makes sense! I must be dreaming! I then felt myself waking up (I thought) and I started rubbing my hands together like crazy. All I could see was darkness, and then I had a false awakening which led to another dream I don't really remember.

Morning:
The intention worked!! Holy $#%* that was pretty cool! Well I guess I'll detail the dream.
TITLE: COKE HOTEL
I remember being at a car auction. They had Mercedes Benzes (mostly Red ones), to rally cars. I specifically remember a lady telling me they had as many cars as they had salesmen. I remember walking down a country road alone, I happened upon a church with a big parking lot. It seems as though the church parking lot turned into the big car auction. People driving the cars back and forth to the auction block would smoke there tires like crazy. Then one cars suspension was messed up. So I asked someone if the piece that joined it to the car was just like the lego piece it looked like (we all know the piece, the piece that clicks wheels on lego cars, a cylinder with sliced ends). The actual piece in the dream was very similar except that it had this spring piece on the end with a plate attached, I examined it in detail. This was the same car that my boss had wrecked a long time ago and he was afraid to drive it, but it was somewhat glorious for him to drive it once again. Somehow the car auction turned into a wedding reception?? It was a huge party and I was extremely drunk (which is odd because I cant even remember the last time I drank). A friend dumped out a line of coke one the edge of a picture frame that was hanging on the wall near numerous party goers. I whipped out a dollar bill and snorted it sloppily (which is weird because it's been at least 7 years since I've done coke, I can remember that one!). The party goers where rather shocked by my action but not to the extend that one would think. Then it was time to go to bed, i still felt very intoxicated, I was a little disappointed the coke didn't do more, i knew that I would have a retched headache in the morning. There was talk of buying some more coke but nothing came to fruition. I was so drunk I laid down in the floor and was starting to try and get comfortable to go to sleep. My brother appeared and showed me to our room in the Hotel (yes the church apparently turned into a hotel). It was a big giant suite and there was a girl with my brother, I called her by the wrong name at first, something like Larissa. I went into the back bedroom and looked out the window to see the roof of a lower portion of the hotel. I walked back into the main room noticing a crack in the floor, this crack told me that "hay" this was the old room that we used to rent all the time back in the day. The crack had widened significantly since "back in the day" and it bowed beneath my feet as I stepped into the main room of the suite. Then I woke up knowing I was gonna have a horrible hangover. Lucky for me it was a dream.

Beautifully Detailed First Entry I'm siked what a great start

Been doing RC's all day when I remember. I've done them at least 20 times as I've been thinking about LD'ing all day.

Will do a WBTB with a MILD and WILD at 6 hours. Well I guess that's kind self explanatory but hay whatever. Thinking what my mantra is going to be.....

12.18.2012

Organic Chemistry Teacher (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting down in a classroom of my old Organic Chemistry I teacher, and she's being awfully mean to everyone.

She's probably stating some things to scare others about how exam results will turn out.

She's wearing a red blouse with a fairly huge V-neck shaped design starting from her neck until midway from exposing her cleavage.

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12.18.2012

I met Obama There (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I just remember mentioning to someone that I met President Obama at some Kitty place, when it all actuality, it was a place near my University.

I was so engrossed with the idea that this place was "Kitty" something something (can't remember the name) that I started to see Obama himself.

But not exactly, just a person wearing a large mask of him. I shake his hand, assuming it's President Obama, and then I tried to be neutral in my comment.

By that, I merely tried to play both sides, Democratic and Republican and simply said what the two sides would say individually towards one side.

Obama responds in confusion,

"Okaaaaaaaaaaay...."

And I leave.