non-lucid

I often dream of water, either the ocean, streams, or ponds. Last night my wife and I were at a beach we've been to before, sitting in an ocean-front restaurant watching the waves and the surf. The ceiling was made of windows. I saw the ocean start pulling back like it does when a giant wave starts building, and I knew it was coming. The whole ocean started rushing toward the shore, and crashed into the building we were in. I watched the water and followed it with my eyes as it rushed up over top of us. The water eventually covered us, then receded. We went outside to look around, and saw a giant sand dune had formed in the middle of the water just off the shore. People started grabbing their boards to go back out for another surf : -)

12/18/12

Garden of Life
I am with Alicia in a car heading downtown. We park in a large parking garage of a large mall of some kind. There are many levels of the mall, some of which have stores and others have offices. The lower levels are stores, the upper levels are offices. There is a huge open courtyard in the center of the mall. Alicia and I come to the top level of the mall. I look down in the courtyard where they have a magnificent garden.

It is amazing. I pull out my camera and start taking photos. I want to go down lower and get some more photos. Alicia seems to want to go. We go into the hallway ramp that leads down to the next level. Alicia goes to the elevator, but I tell her we can walk and I can take photos on my way. She seems annoyed but follows me. There are fish tanks lining the walls here with many colorful fish. I take a few photos of the colorful fish. We make our way down to the bottom level where I walk among the colorful flowers and take more photos. Alicia is getting more impatient but I don't pay any attention to her. I take a photo of a small lake that's inside the mall. I am far more interested in the garden than in shopping. I am still taking photos when I wake up.

The Fallen Gunslinger
I am on the beach again, the beach that is described at the beginning of my lucid dream hypnosis program. I walk down the beach, going along with the program until I fall asleep and into a lucid dream.

Though I am lucid, I am not really thinking about any of my dream goals, so I continue walking down the beach because it is a pleasant scene. For a while I don't see any people on the beach, but then I spot something in the distance. I approach to see what it is. At first I think it is just a pile of old cloths on the beach, but then it moves a bit. When I get a little closer I see it is a man. He doesn't look like he is in very good shape. I can see from the tracks in the sand that he has exerted a lot of effort to drag himself up the beach, away from the water. I'm not sure why he was so determined to get away from the water. I get closer and I see he has a pair of antique looking guns hanging by his sides, and there is a bloody cloth on his right hand. I am not sure who it is yet, but I can tell he needs healing. I approach him and carefully try to wake him. He is surprised by my presence and I think he tries to draw a gun, but I know he is probably delirious and he is unable to pull the gun. I am also not worried about getting shot in a dream. I tell him to relax, I am there to help… I am a healer. I carefully take the bloody cloth off of his right hand to find he has two fingers missing. The flesh around the missing digits is angry and inflamed, the infection has spread most of the way up his arm. That is when it occurs to me that I have found Roland from the Dark Tower series by Stephen King.

He asks who I am, I tell him my name is Raven, and I am a healer. This looks nasty, but I'll heal it up. I focus on the song Voices from the Macross Plus soundtrack and focus the healing energy through Roland's body. I can see as the infection retreats and fades… the part that really takes Roland by surprise is when his two missing fingers begin regenerating. I finish the healing, and he clearly looks a lot better. I wonder if there is anything else I can do, but before I have a chance to do anything I wake up.

1st dream-
I was in a car by myself in the passenger seat and the car was moving. Some random woman grabbed the car before I crashed into something and swung it around. Then there was some guy driving me around. We stopped at a school and got out. He told me wait in some room. I heard sounds of a fight, someone said something about going outside. Then it was later and even though that guy had seemed nice, someone said he was a murderer. Actually there was some murder investigation at the school or something. I thought I could help, but no one wanted me to. I almost fell off the bleachers, but someone caught me.


2nd dream(just before waking up)
I was in the TV room curled up in the chair with my sketchbook. I vaguely remember someone asking me what I was going to draw or if I would draw something. I was using markers, but I messed up. I went to use the colorless blender to see if I could fix it, but suddenly the drawing was in colored pencils and I had just used a white colored pencil. The drawing had a lot of dark blue/purple and yellow. It was a scene of a city in a desert with a castle and maybe someone on a magic carpet? I got out some white-out even though by this time there wasn't a mistake, but I dropped it in the middle of the drawing. Weirdly there was a deep voice telling me a story. The drop of white moved around, getting bigger, forming into a small castle made of light. Then I woke up.

I was in my basement, laying on the footrest infront of the TV. I was playing the new Call of duty game (Black ops II). (Ironically, I haven't played the new COD, or even seen my friends play it. I'm not even very interested in COD games.)
Even though I never played it in real life, I was very good when I played in the dream. I was using some kind of sniper rifle with an oversized scope, and trying to shoot people in the head. The map we were playing was some sort of city in the desert.
Eventually, the dream got sort of warped, and I went from playing the game to actually being in the middle of a warzone. But the dream faded at this point.

I had quite a weird dream lastnight. I was waiting outside the front doors of my school that I am currently at (in america) for the bus and all these random people came up to me and different people were all trying to ravage me and find my wallet and phone. I got up and retrieved my phone and wallet. The bus arrived and I remember feeling cool because I was wearing a singlet and I quickly ran over to the bus and felt that my working out had worked because I was wearing a singlet. While the bus route was taking me home, I noticed it was a road that was back at my home town in New Zealand (I am currently in America). This guy thats on my bus route here in America wanted to listen to my music on my phone and hes a stoner in real life. So I decided to let him listen to some original new zealand reggae music. (Bob Marley). I remember I kept trying to get this 1 song but my phone was acting weird. It kept saying that I only had 1 song, but I fixed it. He began listening for awhile and while we approached my bus stop (acouple miles away) I asked for it back. He asked what I would do if he didn't give it back. And im not a very aggresive person so I said I dont care, I dont want to fight. I just kept looking at my phone. Annnnnnnnnnd then my friend woke me up irl hahh.

12-15-2012 -- This one started in a large house, though I'm not sure it matched up with any real life houses. I had a room set up near the front of the house, and there were lots of other rooms here, as well. Hints of some of the big BM houses from other dreams. I'm watching TV or playing games or something, but then end up walking further back into the house. I am walking down a hallway where in past dreams BM had a bedroom and bathroom. This time there is no sign of her, but there are several attractive young ladies, late teens to early 20s, who have bedrooms here.

It is the middle of the night, but for some reason most of their doors are open while they either entertain guys, or are just sleeping completely in the nude. I think several of them are girls I can remember from high school. I'm looking at one sleeping girl, and thinking about just climbing into bed with her and going at it. Suddenly it is a couple of hours later, and I did it. We had a great time, I enjoyed myself, she enjoyed herself, but it's all over, the dream skipped it, and I didn't have the chance to actually experience it. Le sigh.

Its now the next day, getting on to evening, and I am remembering this, and thinking about heading down that hall and doing it again, when some girl enters my room. She starts to pull the sheet off my bed, and says it was put on there by mistake. I allow her to remove it, because she is cute. Next thing I know, Rosemary is there, telling me I am going to be charged for the sheet. I ask what about charging the girl who took it for the sheet, but it's not important, and I don't really care.

There might have been an actual reasonable transition, but if so, I can't remember it. The next thing I am aware of, I am on a road somewhere, standing in front of a big rig which is slowly moving. It is pushing me along down the road, fairly slowly, but gently speeding up. Moment by moment I am more and more in control of the thing, kind of steering it by way of the large set of bull horns mounted on the front of the cab.

I'm slowly and carefully making my way to the side of the cab, grabbing on to the mirror both to continue to help steer, and to have a handhold from which to try and swing myself up into the cab and the regular seat. Problem is, it is getting kind of spooky as the road we're on is a very steep mountain road, very narrow, with a mountain rising up on one side, and a cliff dropping off the other. Somehow the process of moving to the side of the vehicle and trying to climb in is making the truck waiver a bit, and its kind of nerve-wracking. I half-succeed in climbing in, and half just decide to wait a little while for a safer area.

Soon I find myself inside the cab, driving along with the old guy who has taken me on as a sort of apprentice and is teaching me to drive a truck, among other things. He explains he has gotten me a sort of learners permit, so this is all legal. He also says we're coming up to a turnoff kind of area. The mountain area we're driving through seems very familiar, and there is a slight feel of caves and things, maybe a hint of Mammoth, though if so, it vanishes quickly.

Soon I've taken this turn-off, and I find myself driving through narrow streets of a small mountain town that somehow kind of reminds me of the version of Hogsmead at Universal's Islands of Adventure, though in the dream it was just a small town with narrow streets. There are lots of people running around, and my brakes aren't working too well, so I kind of end up pushing them around a little bit, almost like I was being pushed a few minutes ago. Nobody is hurt, no real harm done, but I wonder why people are so stupid as to not get out of the way.

As I finally get the truck stopped, I recognize the area I have come to. It is the ski resort area I visited with the church, back when I was a teen, the one with two rooms, one for the females on the left, one for the males on the right. Problem is, the room for the males was old and beat up, and the roof fell in, so we had to evacuate, and were forced to stay in a tent, instead. For some reason there was a shopping cart in the middle of it.

[We did take one ski trip as a youth group in our church, which formed the basis of this dream, though instead of some beat up hotel type place, in real life it was a very nice cabin that Gary Walker got us. This led to an entire category of frequent dreams about the ski trip. As I have gotten older, the dreams have become less and less frequent. The particular scene I am remembering here, of the collapsed room and being forced to stay in a tent was actually a dream from probably five to ten years ago. The second dream, relating back to the first dream that will be mentioned in a minute was probably something dreamed one to two years ago.]

For once it is summer, instead of winter when I find myself here, but I still walk into the hotel. It seems the beat up room where the guys were supposed to stay was torn down completely, and I can remember another visit a couple of years ago when I ended up talking to somebody working in the place who was a son or nephew or something of the people who had been working here when I was visiting as a teen. Turned out he wasn't, but he knew them, and had heard a tiny bit of when the room had collapsed.

Anyway, I decide to try and talk to them again on this trip, and enter the hotel. I try to talk to one person who I think might be the person I talked to last time, but he's busy and doesn't have the time to talk. The other person turns out to be the teen I talked to four or five years ago, but he is still a teen, which is why I didn't think it was him. As we're talking, some punks come in and are making fun of my hat. I am wearing a ball cap which is advertising some sort of great big bore hole in the area, and they think it is kind of dumb.

I have also asked about directions getting back to town, and they are telling me to just take the turnpike and it'll only be a few miles back to town. [Kind of odd as the ski trip was in California, as would be any mountains with the cliff-side switch-back style roads I was driving on, but the turnpike is in Florida, and I am kind of realizing the town I am in, though a mountain, is about where the turnpike merges into I-75. Very screwy geography.]

I just start to exit the building, when there is a hint of a lion laying down in a field, and I remember I sat down my gun. So I walk back into the hotel to pick up both my gun and my shovel. As I start to exit again, I hold them to my side, trying to kind of hide them. There are several large, gray elephants standing in the field, and though I try to hide my gun, they see it and kind of stampede away. I am walking down the street, approaching a closed up saloon that the guy I'm apprenticed to is looking at.

The place has a name of Morrisey's or Morrison's or something like that, and I find myself looking at a sort of tube of shot glasses that somehow look very much like shotgun shells, buried in the ground. I am pulling a couple out to look at them. The old guy is wondering what happened to the place, and why it isn't in business, anymore, and I find myself telling him a story I find myself remembering that seems like it comes from another old dream. [No idea if this one is a real dream, or just something created in this dream.]

Anyway, I am explaining how there was supposed to be a big chain of these bars throughout the area, with the original in another small town further up the mountain, but there were some funding complications and lawsuits and the like. This one was trying to get the right to open, but they could never conclude the deal, so while it was fully built, it was never opened. There was another one in another close town that opened, but was soon forced to close again.

In this dream I'm on another charter bus heading to a different summer camp (I've had a previous dream entry of going somewhere else). I'm not sure who exactly was on the bus, but I remember thinking how this time there are a lot more people who are younger than me because that's the case I'm in irl as a senior. We get off in the notion of getting lunch on the way there, and it's this very open place with the ground made of concrete. On the right of where the bus stops is some gas station and on the left side is a row of unfamiliar buildings. Our group goes into this big alleyway on the left side as we have our sights set on this food court place. This smaller kid named Alex tells me to look at him so I turn around and he's running towards me but then we walk into this food court place together. When we enter the place it looks familiar to some cruddy food place I've stopped in before irl with my show choir group. The tiles are gray and blue and there's one lunch line place not giving out food. We turn back and go outside to this open theatre looking area right outside the food court entrance. There are two rows of 8-10 benches facing the front. I step into the middle of where the benches are facing which I presume is the stage as I see this noose on the ground. Somehow I get this overwhelming feeling of dread like I've just been sentenced to death. Apparently I was to demonstrate to the group some sacrifice just like Jesus did since we were supposedly going on a youth group retreat. The view goes to third person and I'm hanged in the demonstration, but then the action goes back into the food court as we search for food. There was a path to the left diagonal of the court so we go to that path which has stairs that we walk up. This place was a lot more complex than I had previously thought, so we navigated until we found a pizza place which reminded me greatly of my favorite pizza place irl. My friend Kolby asks me if I have the money so I reach into my wallet to find a 5 dollar bill and 2 ones. I order a slice of pizza and the guy says its 7 dollars and some amount of cents, so I don't have enough money. But I just brush it off and grab the plate from his hand and the pizza has an order of fries on top of it too. I get outside to the theatre place and see the noose and start to freak out, but some dream figure I presume to be the host of the show grabbed me and walked me away. He was bald and had a brown robe on, sort of like a sherpherd, and told me that I was to play the part of God and that Kolby was to be hanged. So I went to the back right corner of the theatre to play my part and the dream ended some time after that.

Another dream I was playing a call of duty match against my friends Chris and Paul. It was supposed to be a 2v2 but I think my mind allowed Chris to be on both teams which made no sense. The first round starts and on the right side of the map is an old abandoned town and on the left is a gigantic hill with trees and a field on either side. The round ends with me losing, and in the second round Paul and I see each other across this big hill field place on the left but he snipes me. The third round I go into the town and look down my sniper scope to see both Paul and Chris lined up. I take a shot but apparently they were decoys, and when I turn around there are many decoy soldiers that were 2D distracting me.

Last dream I had I was in my dad's garage and some girl from my school named Lindsay comes over because I was supposed to apologize to her. I awkwardly go for a hug but she doesn't hug me, so we sit down on this tall table with three seats. Then my dad was there talking to Lindsay, and there was a record playing on a record table next to the table we were sitting on and there was a two liter sprite bottle on our table. Suddenly, I'm in some restaurant with my youth group leader named Luke and my two friends Sam and Kolby. There are 8 chicken strips in a basket and a hotdog in it too on this table we were sitting around. The place is open with light coming through the windows. Apparently I could have the hotdog, but then Luke said it was a fish hotdog that he caught from the river so I decided I didn't want it anymore.

12-10-2012 --I'm at Brookhurst Junior High, somehow wandering around the campus, trying to remember where I had classes and things, back when I attended. I'm kind of comparing the actual school to what I remembered of it during a recent dream, and I can never get the numbers to line up correctly.

I'm thinking the first row of classrooms were numbered 1 - 10, with the metal shop and wood shop as 9 and 10, then the second row was 11-20 and so on, but the numbers just aren't adding up correctly, since there was an extra classroom on the first row that would throw things off. I'm also trying to remember if the library was located in the third row of class rooms or the fourth row, and what it's number was. But again, I couldn't quite remember.

[In truth I can't remember in real life, either, and there is no map online anywhere to remind myself. Oh well.]

Soon I am sitting at a computer (right next to the school) looking at a text map I made of the school to post with one of my dreams in here, but I realize I really ought to make the wood shop and metal shop larger, since they were larger than the other classrooms. I'm trying to enlarge them without ruining everything else on the map.

Soon I find myself talking with a teacher named Mr. Morgan, who is not a real teacher I had, but in the dream, he is a teacher that taught a reading class back in the 7th or 8th grade, and he failed me because I missed his class so much by running late, since he was first period. I am telling him about the class I had at Savanna with Ms Wood, reading for enjoyment, or some such, and explaining I got a B in that class, but it would have been an A, if I hadn't been late all the time. [In actuality, I had Ms Wood's reading class in eighth grade, in the room next to the drafting shop, which was also used for theater classes, but for some reason the dream moved it to Savanna.]

He reminds me how he made me an offer to save my grade if I wrote up a report for him on some sort of profitable gambling system that my dad was involved with, in a mafia sort of organization. I tell him I can't remember anything about it after so much time, and ask how I did on the project, and he reminds me I never turned it in, which is why I didn't get the extra credit and failed.

I start to leave, and walking out toward Crescent, in the area between the first row of classes and the wood and metal shops, the area starts to turn into a car wash, and suddenly my car is appearing around me, and I am hurrying to roll up the window, so I don't get soaked. The car wash finishes, and I half-drive, half-walk to the little parking loop in front of the first row of classes. Oddly, I am instantly looking to climb down a very short cliff to get in my car at the parking loop, but there is a bully and a wolf trying to give me problems.

The bully isn't too big of a difficulty, but the wolf, who is supposed to be somewhat friendly, seems to be rabid or something, and keeps trying to bite me. I try to hold him off and not hurt him at first, but soon he is really doing a number on my hands, drawing blood even though I am wearing thick leather gloves, and I finally have to start fighting him in earnest. Once I manage to throw him 10 or 15 feet against a wall, but he comes right back at me, so finally I have to break his neck and kill him.

End up talking to the teacher again, he has given me a note on an entire note pad, the notepad is somehow advertising the golfer Jack Nicklaus, and I explain how we have a hospital in Orlando built in his honor. [Actually hospital is named after Arnold Palmer.]

As I start to climb into my car, I am suddenly walking out the door of the Hickory house, and have heard something about how some friends have done some work on one of my cars, and have taken the other one for scrap. Somebody is asking me if this bothers me, and I say it doesn't. I don't know what the car they took was, but the one they left me was the blue Jimmy that I now drive, except they also washed it, and the blue seems to have been dirt, so it is now a white Jimmy.

:3

3am
Was in my room in my house with my gf. There was a sense that the infrastructure systems had broken down and food was in a shortage. I was worried that people would break into the houseand wondered why I had never learned the martial arts with a feeling of being stupid. I went downstairs and checked to see that all of the windows are locked. They were difficult to lock. There was one window that wouldn't lock no matter what. It was broken. I managed to lock all of the other entrances though. I put double locks on some entrances, but realized that if you double or triple locked an entrance it wouldn't matter if one window was open. I felt bad because there were people who I live with who were not home and they wouldn't be able to get back into the house, but my fear was so large that I locked up anyway. I wished that I had stocked extra food in the basement.

Later I had a dream that I was a drug dealer. My friend was killed and I was spared my life and escaped.

2:30 to 5:22 pm:

Note: 9 purif breathing

Non-lucid:

I am with a group of people. There's a marriage. Donnie and Tep2x. The color is whitish and grey, like it's about to rain or is raining, and it's up in the mountains. However, there are a lot of houses. Like a subdivision. Sis and I took a tricycle to get to their house. We were welcomed in a nice-looking house. Teptep came out to welcome us into the home. She was wearing a white dress, like a wedding dress.

Inside, we stayed in what seemed like a room connected to a cave. I can see the cave from the bed, which then opens to a forest outside. We were told stories that there is a wolves' den near the place, and that they are quite defensive. A bear also came to mind, and it walks around dangerously.

We went outside, and me with hesitance, until I was told I look like a hermit staying there, and people might become wary of me. I brought my bag, which I made into a shoulder bag and hung on to my left shoulder, and my umbrella.

I was outside near the MRT/LRT train station. There are a lot of people. There's a McDonald's nearby, and this somehow surprised or made me happy. Or was it someone else?

I am inside some kind of house. Abandoned, it seems. There was a prophecy made by someone. I think it was me. I read the tarot cards. We are hunters, trying to do a ritual to stop something. We have to do it beside someone. It seems that 'someone' is a painting of person. The painting is mostly black, and then there's a white drawing of a man.

P.S.: I woke up to find this atrocity against grey wolves.

I remember being in an office with lots of computers and old CRT monitors. I was in a meeting and left back to my office where I saw my real-life boss who was sharing the office with me in a cramped tiny room. A co-worker walked in and I started explaining to him how I should start using some of the monitors lying around to dual screen my computer, and then he asked whats the point and all I kept saying is I would have more desktop space to work on.

Thats all I remember, although I do want to note that at one point in time I clearly remember 3 old dusty black CRT monitors sitting above my desk on a small platform and they had incredible detail.

A small but important dream I had within the last week. It was vivid enough to remember with certainty, but I only recall a tiny fragment:

I'm standing in my Grandmothers hallway with my first cousin Matthew (a cousin from the other side of the family). He is a full grown adult and looks matured. He also looks like he survived a war. His childhood friend is with us, he is also a full grown adult, and I mention this because I never saw them as adults.

Matthew shows me the hallway has a trapdoor in the side, leading to a part of the house that does not exist in waking life. It looks scary, and we are forced to crawl through a corridor fit for an animal.

There is a green light, and a red light in the hall. It widens into a traditional sized hallway blocked by a door. I notice the paint is badly chipped and looks hyper realistic. Chained up in front of a wooden door is a zombie Doberman-pincher straight out of Resident Evil. Matt's friend reacts with serious intensity, raises a 12-gauge shotgun and points it at the undead dog. I remember thinking I should have a shotgun too...

--I woke up.

After this dream, I suddenly remembered how many dreams I've had in this hallway. Scores that I didn't recall at any point in the past two years. This could be the first hallway I had nightmares about. It was always poorly light.. The attic from this house appear in two other dreams posted at Dreamviews.

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The farthest back I can remember this dream is that I'm in the left back seat of my mom's suv. There was a second steering wheel on the back of the driver's seat chair and for some reason that was the one that I had to use to drive the car I was in. Apparently the one in the front was used to control via radio another car that I had to move around earlier in the dream. I think the car that it might've controlled was a small sporty audi (which for in the dream I called a BMW). In hindsight the body of the car reminds me more of a jaguar car than an audi but it had the four rings symbol. Anyways, I was in the back of my house so using the strange second steering, I backed out of the driveway.

While I was backing out I watched a scruffy homeless(y) white guy with long dirty blonde hair in a beanie go into the audi and drive it away. I had a feeling that that was bad but it didn't shake me too much. I continued on my way and drove about 20 ft until I noticed a large group of musicians, mostly string players walking towards my neighbor's house. I immediately knew who they were, they were musicians from a summer program that I was a part of even though the faces were mostly students from my college. I drove to the house they were talking to and fro from and found my neighbors. In the dream they were a wealthy white couple with straight light brown hair, late 20s to early 30s and they were dressed up for something. I got the feeling that it was a funeral except everyone seemed happy and the wife was in a red dress. My mom was there too but she wasn't dressed up. They saw me, said hi, and I brought up the black "BMW" that I saw being stolen and the wife started yelling crying and screaming. It was apparently their car. I left and drove a lot more with my friend peter and it got dark out.

I found myself in some strange building, high ceilings with wooden rafters. It was a little more than dimly lit and a lot of things were painted red. There were two rooms next to each other, both about 30 yards long and 7ish yards deep, maybe 10 yards high. idk why I counted it in yards…one room had a bunch of twin beds and the other room I don't remember as well but that's where the story continues. There was a strange dark lanky figure that was holding open a portal. I think my ex was there and she was explaining to me that it was some type of portal of dreams that you go into and experience some sort of interesting dream dark something…I don't really remember the explanation. Me being up for most things, I said that I was down and, laying on my back I wiggled backwards into the hole and there was no floor supporting me on the other side. I fell into darkness for about 10 seconds then into another large room with the same low light and red paint. I landed on a trampoline and started bouncing around. I looked around and it seemed that this was all that was in the room so I was very confused that the hole of darkness only had a strange trampoline in it. I was jumping up and down really high, high enough that I could grab onto the ceiling's rafters (note I didn't notice that there was no hole that I could've from). Eventually after about a minute or so of bouncing I fell of the trampoline but instead of hitting floor I fell into another realm of darkness. In this darkness I had visions of myself with my arms amputated past the elbows. After a while of this weirdness I fell into another room with a trampoline. This all repeated itself again into another room with a trampoline.

At this point I realized that the point of the portal, or at least my fate in dealing with it, was to be stuck in this loop going on and on forever, falling off the trampoline, through darkness, and onto another trampoline in a room with no source for me to enter through. Obviously I wasn't happy about this so I crouched down and did what I could to "wake up" which eventually worked. I woke up in the room stated above with a bunch of beds. My friend's were shaking me and when I got up they told me that I was in Kate's bed (dunno which kate, I assume Kate M). As they pulled me away, I noticed that I slobbered a little on the pillow so I wiped it off so no one else would see it. We were walking to the other room and the passage between the two had a bunch of mirrors. I saw one mirror where I had the amputated arms and I freaked out. I looked at my own arms and they were normal and when i looked back again to the mirrors, everything was normal.

Acydic Waters

There was a large body of acid water. A guy was up on a bank and as the water came in like a tide, he let some of it splash into his pants (?). Then somebody rode in on the water with a car that was in the shape of a shoe, and was more of a boat.

There were two waterfalls, if you can call them that. The water was just falling about 7 to 15 feet. Someone asked which was man made. I told him that one was more controlled and not as wild. I said that would be the man-made one, but really, that was no indication that it was in fact man made.

The guy acted as though I went on too long about it. It made me mad because I just didn't want to tell him something that might not be true.

I decided to punch the guy in the face, but I had quick-sand punches. I then bent two of his fingers back until they broke.
Then, realizing it was a dream, I told him to watch this. I looked for a pretty girl, found one, and then went in for a kiss. She resisted, almost gave in, but then didn't. It pissed me off because this was my dream!

I went home then. I had a strange scooter. There was only one "wheel" which was made of a single cylinder. It was a power scooter; I don't know how I balanced it though.

I passed a lemon, lime, orange tree, and decided to get some lemons. I got one, then it disappeared. Then I got another one but had trouble getting it in my pocket.

I was afraid of cars coming up behind me, and they did come up behind me. I got out of the way of three cars, then I woke up.

The End.