non-lucid

It was a pretty fast pase dream. I believe my role in it began as the head of the royal gaurd, in charge of personally escorting Queen Amidala to her safe room on the second floor of the castle. It started out fairly fast pace, there was an eminent assasination attempt in the process, and we hurrying threw the palace.
Running up a flight of stairs, we encountered one of her hand-maids that began to distract us- i kept running and informed the women of what was going on. She ran right behind me, both of us on the protective side of the Queen (Between her and the open pillars we ran past). At every turn I informed them both to keep their heads down.
We got to the end of the long outside isle and ran into the palace. Inside the palace there was a safe room, probably about twenty feet long and wide. The two of them waited as I walked out and signalled success to the gaurd. When I walked back in, Queen Amidala's character was being played by my wife. She got a lot more farmiliar and friendly, still being the Queen of course. She told me to come sit next to her. We sat down in safety,

I put my arm around the Queen.

Commentary non-lucid lucid

Last night was pretty good for dream recall. I was told in a dream before I started my journal not to go to sleep at my girlfriend's house anymore. This was told to me by a "dream expert." When I woke up, I didn't want to take him seriously but the truth is, my recall is much better when I'm not with her in bed. Still I can't say I would sacrifice the relationship so that I can get better at dream recall and eventually lucidity.

Amazon River
I was camped out on this river in the Amazon close to the city of Iquitos (This is where a former love interest now lives and interestingly it is the largest city in the world which can only be reached by boat or airplane). There were only a few people there in the camp but many people in the city and many people conducting their lives on the river. Many people were busy but I was bored. I tried to escape by going down the river but I turned back because I was a little scared. My friend caught me and suggested that I take a class in the city to learn how to speak Spanish.

75,000 dollars for a room (table)
Waiting in line to go to a concert maybe. It turns out that we are going to have to stay the night in line or the tickets are sold out and we can't go home. We need a place to stay. Inside there are all of these rooms that people are staying in with people waiting outside of the rooms hoping that they're leave so that they can stay there instead. Looked like lines at a port-o-potty at a concert. I didn't think it was worth waiting outside of these because the people would likely stay in their room the whole night. Outside there were empty spaces including cafeteria tables and chairs to stay in. My dad,mom, and sister are there and we all need a place to stay. I go up to my dad and tell him that we should take one of them. There is a Japanese man selling them for the night. He takes me to one of the cafeteria tables and offers it to me for the night for 75,000 dollars. I am incredulous. I go to my dad and ask, "how much would you spend for this at the maximum?" He says 3500. I tell him the real price. We try to get in touch with the Japanese man to make our offer but can't find him. Then I awaken.

Former friend, Office, Uncontrollable Driving
I see a former friend (MS) outside of a cafe. We exchange greetings for the first time in months. This is a guy who I haven't really talked to civilly since April. He's often in my dreams because in a way I miss him but I no longer trust him and he's incredibly angry at me. I tell him I have to leave, but on my way to my house I see a girl at a cafe table and I start talking to her because I know her. He comes and joins us.

Somewhere in all of that, we make a data for a basketball game. We met in the office where I work. It was on one of my "days off" but in reality I'm full time. There were all of these new interns and part-timers getting trained and doing work (including in my desk). I felt that my job was being threatened. I didn't talk to many of them, but one was cute and she was eyeing me. When I got into the office, i noticed there was no place to play basketball. I was looking for MS but he was really not to be found. I thought that I couldn't wait for him forever and that he's probably gone so I decided to leave. Then my high school friend (JR) arrives and walks me out to his car through the back door of the building. As he's driving, we are catching up. It turns out that he was involved in a movie, fiction, a story with themes of a particular conservative political philosopher named Le Fume (he doesn't exist, I googled it). I was impressed but didn't want to ask about the details of it because I didn't want to get into a political discussion. As we are driving, he gets out while the car is still going. I'm holding the wheel from the passenger seat to stay in the lane. Then I realize I need to stop because we're going down a hill and I don't want to speed up too fast. I jump into the drivers seat but it is manual (I'm used to an automatic). I try to apply the brake anyway, but the clutch isn't working. I slow down enough to pull into a parking lot and come to a stop as my tires hit a curb. It is a lot for a park and there is a lake. I'm still wondering where JR is. He should be arriving soon. There are many people there, some who I recognized and they have kayaks. They belong to a kayak club. I get into my bathing suit. My underwear are uncomfortable and I try to take them off in public but someone warns me against it. I get a name-tag hung around my neck with just my name and no summary of who I am. Somebody else gets a tag around their neck with a chicken leg bone tied to it. Then I wake up.

Dream - Lucid

I was at the doctor's with Jake. We were getting tests done. The room was white, and I was sitting on the white table, and a female doctor came in. She told me she had reason to think I had lymphoma. She then gave me this sample cup with some transparent red liquid in it. It was a home test for lymphoma that I was supposed to mix with urine to get the results.

I was then at home, and debating on whether or not I should tell my mom, or anyone for that matter. In the dream, it wasn't as much of a death sentence as it is in waking life, but still wasn't good news to hear. I didn't want to tell anyone yet, not till I knew for sure, anyway.

I went into the bathroom, and pulled down my pants to pee in the cup. In my panties was this note saying something along the lines of since my er...vaginal discharge was still wet after a certain amount of time, I had lymphoma. Gross, I know. I was then holding some magenta, heart-shaped pad. I wasn't sure what to do with it, so I think I threw it out and peed in the cup.

I then sat the cup with the pee and red liquid on the bathroom counter. It was still red; nothing had changed. Hmm...that must be a good thing, right?

I then saw a clear plastic bag on the counter that the cup had come in. It had a dropper in it, and instructions saying how to exactly conduct the test. If the test was positive, the red solution in the cup would turn green. Apparently, I had screwed that one up by peeing directly in the cup. It also said something about putting that magenta, heart-shaped pad in my underwear and wearing it for a certain amount of time. Oops.

I then took a big swig of pure urine, where I got it, I'm not sure, since I had peed only in the red liquid. It was warm and disgusting. I spit it out.

I was then freaking out to someone about lymphoma.
"Am I going to lose my hair?!" I panicked.
I don't remember the response, I think it was something like "not necessarily."

I then was posting a question about it on some forum, I think it was DV but I'm not sure, but instead of referring to it as lymphoma, I referred to it as "schuza". Lolwut.

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My family and I were house shopping (IWL we are selling our house here and moving to another state). We were looking at a beautiful, huge house. It was so big, it was like a maze. My mom and I were walking around, going in at out of beautiful rooms. We walked into this one room with a very nice bathroom.
"I want this room!" I said. I was so excited!
Then we went into another room, and the bathroom had a HUGE, beautiful shower. The shower was white, and glassed-in, with different "stations" in it for washing.
"No, I want this one!" I said. I've always had a thing for nice showers (true IWL).
The room also had a little "nook" where a twin bed sat. On the other side of the nook sat another twin bed. I thought that was the coolest thing! I wanted it so bad, but I have a queen-sized bed, and there was only enough room for a twin. Oh well, if I had this room, I could use the nook for other things.
I really hoped my parents bought this house. It was so wonderful.

We continued to explore the house and its endless rooms. There were big and small rooms, so many to choose from for bedrooms!

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I was outside in the driveway with my mom. There were other people there as well, people that my mom didn't like. One was a little boy with dark hair and a bowl cut. My mom was saying how much I didn't like him and how annoying he was. She said I should behead all of the people there because they were annoying. I then had a sword in my hand. I didn't want to kill, I never want to kill, no matter how much I'm "annoyed".

Then, the child laid on the ground. His head was then a knife blade, with a very small space between the blade and the body that was supposed to be the neck. I knew I needed to do it for some reason, as much as I abhored the idea, and the fact that I have a strange phobia of blood. In one swipe, I cleanly severed the "head", and blood oozed out. The driveway was then carpet, and I was afraid the blood would stain.

I then had to do it again to five or so other people. Their heads were knives also, and in one swipe, I cleanly severed them. Blood oozed out. I told my mom I did it, and she was proud of me. She didn't think I could do it. The only thing she said I was supposed to do that I didn't was slowly stab the first person in the head with a steak knife so they would suffer. I said no, I would not do that. If I had to kill these people, I would make it quick and painless.

The blood stains and the bodies were then gone, and we were in the house. We started to hear what sounded like the tornado siren. We went outside, and the sky was clear and blue. We stood in the driveway and looked over the house in the opposite direction, and saw this big, strange cloud moving quickly towards us. It was sparkling. It was really weird.

I then heard my mom say something to her friend Lisa, who wasn't there with us, but maybe on the phone? She said
"I said to paint i's, not eyes!"
The sparkles on the clouds then appeared to be eyes.
"Oh! I guess I'll have to redo it then!" said Lisa's disembodied voice.

~

I was laying on the couch in the living room with Jake, watching TV. It was dark in the room save for the TV, and nighttime outside. Jake was cuddling with me. He was spending the night, and we were sleeping on the couch. I then heard someone come in the back door, and thought he probably wouldn't be able to stay now since someone else was home. Oh well. I was so tired, I was gonna just fall asleep despite the fact that Jake was probably about to be told to go home. Maybe they wouldn't notice us in here.

So yeah...the first dream and the second to last were kind of fucked up. O_O

Also, I wonder why I keep dreaming about Jake? We dated for awhile, and though we aren't anymore, we are still friends. But he has been in so many dreams lately. Odd.

This was a good one. It felt real; I actually woke up with my heart pounding from the adrenaline.

I'm driving around town at night, just minding my own business when I hear over my CB (which apparently doubles as a police radio in my dreams) that a call just went out for a stolen vehicle with my license plate number. I see a police car behind me with the sirens on, and I consider pulling over to explain their mistake, but I decide that outrunning them would be much more fun. A "mini map" appears in the top-left hand side of my field of vision, flashing red and blue just like the one in GTA:CTW.

By the time I hit the freeway there are at least four cars following me. I accelerate towards traffic, weaving in and out of the cars - the police matching me move for move. I slam one of the police cars from the right, knocking him to the side just in time for him to crash head-on into the center divider (the crash was epic!).
The adrenaline rush wakes me up.

I don't remember much from last night, just a couple fragments. In the first, I found Cookie, a stuffed animal (a black-and-white cat) I've had for as long as I can remember, in my basement. I picked her up and hugged her really tight because I was glad that I'd finally found her (she went missing maybe a couple years ago IWL).

In the second, I was on some website where there was this competition going on. It was some sort of video game competition. People could vote for their favourites in different categories (favourite character, favourite game, favourite genre, favourite moment, etc.).

08.30.2012

Dianeva Ends Our Relationship (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember much from this dream, other than the fact that someone who I believe is Dianeva tells me directly that this relationship isn't working out for us.

I tried to give this some thought, but just couldn't, I can't even remember how I felt........

*sigh* With the things I've been seeing in my dreams, that could mean anything. I hope it isn't a premonition for the other Alyssa I know of.

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08.30.2012

Hunter stabbed someone (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Hunter, a person's name in waking life that I knew in middle school, admits to me and two or so people sitting around him criss-cross apple sauce that he stabbed someone with a knife. (He didn't stab them criss-cross apple sauce, and I'm too lazy to change that )

He has the same curly dirty blonde hair, has a dark colored shirt and khaki pants. He's touching his wrist (I can't remember which side) as he's continuing to talk.

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08.30.2012

Golden Dog Game (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm watching a video game where there's a part that you can play as dog. The dog has a gold-ish kind of fur, but doesn't look like a Golden Retriever at all. There's a "Hard Mode" that you can choose for the dog, but I decided to know do that.

As if I have any fucking choice, the dream continues to show the dog, and it seems to be one of those third person games where you just hack and slash enemies (sort of).

The environment in the game was saturated with variants of violet, making night time in it feel a little bit more eerie than it should be. The dog could run pretty fast, but I can't remember anything else.

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08.30.2012

51 Cents (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm going to the upper floor of what seems like a mall, and I believe I'm following a group of people as well. The store, or the outlet we're going to resembles a coffee shop in a way. Most of the lighting made the outlet itself have orange and brown hues intertwined, and it seemed this place was pretty active, but not too active with people.

I remember going up near a jar where one could donate a certain amount of coins that the store would contribute to some organization that helps less fortunate people. I look at the jar, and it's almost full, and this is a BIG jar, it's even wider than my arms if I were to make it into a ring shape. Most of the jar had pennies in it, which explains why it was mostly brown inside the jar.

I believe I was following an Asian girl and a woman who was probably her grandma. I don't understand why we were following her, but it seemed like a fun idea at the time in the dream I'm presuming. A random employee, who is wearing a green apron and white shirt (can't remember the pants), and has a dark-skinned tone comes near us and I believe is talking with the small Asian girl first.

He's declaring that the jar is full (oh really now?) and starts professing some things I forgot about. Whatever he was saying, after he was done talking, he decides to give everyone 51 cents. I literally see this guy take out two quarters and one penny. I have my hand out, and he gives me mine, and I'm wondering what's the point in giving us 51 cents. I look to my left, and I remember seeing another Asian girl with me as well.

She's wearing a small pink sweater that had some buttons on it, and she only buttoned the middle portion of it so that the top and bottom section would form an hourglass shape. She's wearing a white shirt as well, along with light khaki long pants. She resembles an Asian girl who was in my Communication Applications (Comm App) class in High School when I was a senior.

She has some mascara around her eyes, a round, plump, and pale face, but the contrasts with the mascara and the light clothing (even though darker colors would make her more prominent) was enough for you to focus on her visage instead. She also puts on a puzzled visage like most of us are doing, and is wondering why she's getting 51 cents as well. She looks to the left and then to the right.

The employee goes back to do his job, I think, or just disappears completely. I go back to following this random group of people, and it honestly feels like I'm putting blind faith in following these people, because all I see with my peripheral vision are dull colors and random white light shining around here and there. I have no understanding of where I'm going.

That's all I remember for that one, I had a crappy night......it's hard trying to sleep early.

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08.30.2012

Asian girl in Pink (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The doorbell is ringing, and I'm in a different room that has the door closed. My senses spike up a little bit, and I realize I'm half-naked, and I really need to find a shirt. I wanted to wait inside the room with the door closed to hear what's going on other side. One.....two...three....at least three people are coming in, and I feel like it's inevitable that I have to greet myself to them.

Seems my father is in the other room with the people, and he calls out my name. Then calls it again, and I tell him that I'm coming. I grab a shirt, though I can't remember what color it was. I open the door a little slow, and the first person I see is that same Asian girl I met in the "51 Cents" dream above. She's wearing a pink outfit, though this time, it seems she has buttoned it a little more so that her breasts covered with the same white shirt would be tugged from the gap that section buttoned created.

Not sure if she's doing that so I look at her breasts more...

She's resting on a white and comfy sofa that looks very fluffy, but not feathery fluffy (sorry, my descriptions are equivalent of a 3rd grader in the morning).

She looks at me, though not on my eyes, just my chest. She gazes on my chest for a while until I get really close to her. I spread my arms out to try and hug her, but she's still sitting on the sofa, so I have to bend down and hug her while she hugs me as well. I didn't ask her name, and I greeted myself to other people.

However, the Asian girl was all that I was interested in this dream, so my recall of the other people is horrible. I honestly thought I was shaking hands with random shadow figures or something like that.

Sometimes I wonder if the Asian girl from the previous dream was her child self, and then the one to the left of me that looked puzzled in the previous dream was her present teenage/young adult self.

Interesting....but will only be just a counterpart to the waking life version. I can't really grasp anything from this dream, or the previous "51 Cents" dream.

I had a dream last night that I was in a tennis court (a real place I had been earlier that night) For some reason I was fighting a girl. I'm not sure who the girl was. She may have been someone I used to work with. I have no previous issues with this person. During the fight I was doing bizzarre things like swinging the girl around by her hair several feet off of the ground. I definitely won the fight which was also strange because usually in my dreams if I am fighting somebody it's as if what I'm doing makes no impact and I lose the fight. I then remember being in a room full of people and somebody started talking about how I won the fight. I felt sorry for the other girl and immediately told the person to talk stop talking about it!

I could not think of a good title for this one it was weird. a little back story first I have always been afraid of any needle that does not have a tattoo artist behind it.I carry an epi pen in case my throat closes from allergies.Yes I really have that bad of allergies but have not used the epipen because its needle is huge and scares the crap out of me,but I carry it everywhere .
ok dream time
I was at my booth selling my crafts and someone walks into my booth and starts having an allergic reaction to something ,It was a guy but I do not know who.I realized this and he said does anyone have an epi pen I rushed to my bag and pulled mine out and said " well it is old but it should at least help" the guy says well hurry my throats about to close .Crap I think so I ask if anyone else could do this but no one seems to know how but me .I am losing time and know his throat would close soon so I grab the thing and stab him in the leg with it I say sorry a bunch and I rub his leg But his leg doesnt want to take the medicine .I notice whoever this guy is he has really firm legs,It was odd that I noticed that.
I woke up I was so happy that was just a dream I am hoping this does not mean I will need to use my epi pen not only are they scarey they are freaking expensive and I would save someones life without thinking about the price but would not be able to replace the one I have

I cannot remember this dream very clearly, but I found it so interesting that I had to document it online.

I was dreaming that it was the year 2080, I think, and I visited this company called Gen-Mate. The company charged a heavy price to grow you an artificial Husband/Wife or mate in a cloning vat. I was walking down a long hall lined with high-tech cloning vats. This employee was talking to me about the superiority of the clones; although I cannot remember why I was at the company's facility.
"The clones grow at an accelerated rate, then slow to a normal aging rate once they are fully matured. They are as healthy as normal human beings in every way. You can even have sexual intercourse with them and they will produce healthy children."
When I to the end of the hall, I made my way into this room with all these doctors. They were discussing the human genome and ways to make their artificial humans healthier. On a computer screen, there was a 3D model of someone's heart, being scanned and displayed.
The heart started beating, and the men analyzed it. One of them got really excited when he noticed that he had discovered a small valve that had never been discovered before. Growing off the valve was a small flap of flesh.
"That is what is called Jacob's Column. If we could find a way to remove it we could halt the aging process!"
The dream told me the entire thing though the back of my head. "Jacob's Column" was a small gland that was in your heart. It grew continuously until it filled your heart and you died, and this was why people died of old age.
Me and all of the doctor guys were really excited that we had made such a fascinating discovery. I woke up soon after.

Psychic Energy

I'm sitting in the living room, explaining to two of my mom's friends that I feel really frustrated about something. One of them asks me where in my body the frustration is located--where do I feel it most strongly? At first it seems like an absurd question, but then I realize that a lot of the unpleasant feeling seems to be centered right behind my forehead. I tell them as much (using a scientific term like "prefrontal lobe" or "cerebral cortex"), and they take a closer look at my forehead. "Yeah," one of the women says. "There are a lot of wrinkles there." Wrinkles, as in, the lines your face makes when you frown. She means that maybe if I stopped my unconscious frowning, I would start to feel better. I consider this to be pretty deep advice.

Frags:

• Using the Internet and frustrated because the sound suddenly cuts out. But it comes back.
• Starting from an Egyptian skeleton, a human body is assembled, one organ system at a time.
• our pet dog

I was with my ex inside a blue room with furniture of the same gamma. I was still upset at him because he just stopped talking to me when I moved out of the country when he promised we would remain as friends. I, as many dreams before, asked him why he did so which to he just came to me, hugged me and told me he was "young and reckless" as he used to tell me when we were together.

I tried to make him let go of me, I didn't want him so near me, but he just pressed me tighter and finally me. After he did so, I didn't resist anymore, I just reciprocated and he, just before I woke up, told me he missed me.

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Ok, this guys is the main reason why I want to start lucid dreaming, so I don't ever see him again. >_>
I'd like to remember more... but It's been almost half a day since I woke up.... can't make it before I go to school :<

AWAKE
DREAM
LUCID DREAM
DREAM SIGN
NOTES

I've got to say, I didn't actually think this dream meant anything at all at the time. But I was reading the entry in my DJ (My actual DJ that is) and I think it says a little something about myself. I'm not sure about the chronology of the two dreams I had last night, I remembered the other one before I remembered this one, but I feel like I dreamed this first.

I step out of the passenger seat of my dad's car onto the pavement. I don't see who it is dropping me off. The buildings along the pavement looks like the opposite side of the road to where I have my guitar lessons. But I don't cross the road, I turn around and start walking down the street. After walking a few metres or so, I hear someone calling 'Skiddo!' behind me (Skiddo is my nickname at school, it's sort of a variation of my surname.) I turn around and see one of my female friends from school called Chase, who I was briefly very into, calling me as she gets into my dad's car, through the passenger door I left open. I'm a little confused about why she was calling me and then didn't say anything, so I question reality a little. But I shrug it off and turn around. The road I was walking down is suddenly really crowded with DCs. Everytime I try and go around someone, someone else cuts in front of my path. It's almost as if the DCs are deliberately trying to stop me getting to my destination. I'm not sure if I transitioned into another dream or woke up, but that's the last part of that dream I remember.

So, the reason I think this dream is sort of a reflection of myself goes like this:

I was opposite the music shop where I have guitar lessons, but I didn't go in. I think this represents me choosing other things over the one thing I'm really passionate about - music.

The school friend / crush calling me from behind and then not saying anything. I take this to represent outside distractions putting me off my goals by taking up my attention with meaningless things.

Finally, the crowd of DCs trying to stop me walking down the road, and cutting in front of me. Realising that DCs are in fact representations of my own subconscious mind, that meant that I was stopping MYSELF from walking down the road. I think this means that I myself, am stopping myself from achieving my goals. For example, whenever I walked around one DC, another would cut across my new path. This reminds me of me making up new excuses for not meeting potential bandmates, because I was very nervous about meeting new people.

I could be wrong about all of this, but I'm considering it kind of a breakthrough.

AWAKE
DREAM
LUCID DREAM
DREAM SIGN
NOTES

I'm standing in a room facing a door that leads to a hallway and some stairs. I guess the room must be a living room because of some large red chairs to my left, centred around a table and close to an old fashioned TV. To my right, there is a door leading off to another room. I decide to take my clothes off (No idea why) so I just randomly strip naked. I hear someone coming so I run into the room to my left (I've gotten into the habit of questioning reality whenever I pass through a door when I'm awake, so my subconscious kind of failed me here...) The room is mostly empty, with a bare concrete floor and no decoration. It looks like building work is still going on in this room. On the wall to my left there are some coats on pegs, and on the wall opposite me there is a door leading outside, and a rusty sink under a window. The wall to my right is mostly bare. I can hear someone following me, and panic a little (Strange, my dreams are always very vivid, the only thing my mind usually gets wrong is that I'm emotionally indifferant to everything... Panic is rare in my dreams.) I notice a door on the same wall as the door I just came through. It is partially concealed by coats, so I decide to hide there. I run to the door and pull it open, it turns out to be a closet. A strange blue glow is emitted from quite a large source, it looks sort of like a night light. Other than the light, the closet is filled with brooms and tools. I close the door behind me but someone grabs the door from the other side just before it closes. I quickly cover myself with a black towel (Can't remember if I had this for the whole dream, or if it just appeared in my hand.) The door is pulled open and I see my younger brother on the other side. He looks at me with a strange expression, almost like how you would look at a child who had done something wrong. He then leads me back towards the living room. My 3:00AM alarm wakes me up, telling me to attempt a WILD.

I was crawling and jumping across buildings, running away from PW. It was not like a threat, it was more of a game. She was wearing a cape and a gown, all black.

I was walking through a parking lot with my old care taker, she told me to stop ignoring people's texts and calls... it is very rude.

I was in a classroom sitting next to a guy. He had drawings of Lady Gaga in front of him, they were all the same drawings but different in designs. I was surprised because I drew the original picture before! His drawings were so much better, they were perfect. He drew one picture using tiny boxes but the result was still a very lifelike Gaga. He had another drawing, it was two people holding hands.

I was at a Chinese restaurant. I was sitting with my future family in law. The whole restaurant was reserved for the relatives on my fiancé's side. I didn't know anyone, not even my fiancé but he was really friendly and nice when I met him. I was suppose to leave a good impression but I didn't know how to. So I was quiet the whole time and smiled as much as possible. In the end, it probably didn't work out cause I was at a street with a lot of tiny boutiques, ready to return my dress. Each boutique had polished wooden interior and soft lighting. Each one of them have a dressing room and few dresses on display separately behind glass. I was walking down the street and saw a girl and her mother going in to the boutique that I just left. I went back in later and saw a baggy shirt on a hanger in the dressing room. The shirt had the same pattern/design as my dress, so I thought the dress must be in here somewhere. All I found were more of the same shirts.

08/29/2012
11PM - 9AM

08-16-2012 -- Am traveling with a mentor along paths in a medieval time-period, except it takes place in Buena Park. I am half Harry Potter traveling with Dumbledore, and half Garion traveling with Old Wolf. We're hiking down a wooden path where two trails merge, except it is where Manchester Blvd merges with Orangethorpe. One of our horses wanders off to return to where it came from, and I am kind of mad because "I could have ridden that." Except I am already riding a horse, and my mentor doesn't actually need one.

Suddenly we're walking down Crescent Avenue, except it still has that medieval feel to it. I'm heading toward Marshall, but walking on the other side of the street than usual, and I keep running into people who want to befriend me or offer me help. I have no idea why, but it seems like I have a talent for recognizing those who can help me.

Around the area of the nursery, I run into a Robin Hood type who I wrote down becomes important later on. Since I never mention him again, I don't see how that can be. I soon reach the apartments across the street from the school, and cross over to Marshall.

I have somehow been turned into a woman, and am wearing a dress with a ridiculously high slit in the front of it, with three sets of holes, and only one combination lock to fasten one of the sets of holes together. I try to use the lock on the middle hole, but the dress then gapes open above the lock, and shows off everything that I've got. So I have to use it on the top-most set of holes, and that still leaves the slit way too high and revealing. The teachers are not going to like this.