non-lucid

Ok so I was in my elementary school's field, and i was with some of my friends, plus these 5 other guys who were like basketball players, and yes they were black... anyways we had basketballs and we traded them in or something, to get Dr. Pepper... O_o But the basketball players wanted Pepsi... Which you needed to trade in a football to get... but there were bullies that had the footballs, so the basketball players wanted to go and steal them. So i remember us actually getting 5 footballs. then i picked them all up and brought them back to where we were before... and the basketball players got the pepsi they wanted... Also this was semi-lucid too because i remember that i realized i was in the dream, but i wanted to show those bullies who's boss. So that's pretty much the end of the dream. I hope to go fully lucid again, eventually, but it's kinda difficult for me to do... It has been lately O_o

I was in a store at the mall with a friend. I was looking through dresses for prom, I pick them up and put them down. I came across this white dress with beads at the collar, it was almost like a flapper dress except that it's way too big. --- I was walking with P.W. through the mall, I was wearing a mint green short dress with lace as my prom dress. She pulled them hem of my dress up for some reason, it gave me a wedgie. I pulled her dress too as payback, it was a long black dress, it didn't work. I wondered why and and she told me I was wearing the wrong underwear. We met up with two girls, one is my friend and the other is an acquaintance. I looked at the other girl and she was wearing the same dress as me, awkward.

I was in a school office with A.A. (The office looks very familiar, like I've seen it in another dream). She went through a room to another room and I waited outside the first room. I looked in and there was a banner with "SHERLOCK" on it. A teacher/employee came out of the room squealing "Sherlock" and I squealed back. We looked at each other for a moment, and she took some paper out of a metal file cabinet. It was two of the same paper, I picked one up and she told me that it's a meet up so I can make my own emergency bag. She talked about it like it was a really special and great opportunity. My friend came back and I pointed to the banner, I expected her to fangirl with me but she din't.

I was walking through a mall with A.A., we spot an unusual ice cream store on our left. It was Japanese like, it had a lot of flavors and toppings. A lady in the back announced that the black sesame ice cream is where she's standing. I thought it was either today's special or they've always make it, like a regular flavor since it's not with the other flavors. I saw the server dig his spoon to the ceiling of the refrigerate case for ice cream. We went in and grabbed our bowls. I saw an ice cream flavor on display, it was in the shape of a glazed cake slice. A.A. got some sesame ice cream and when it was my turn, there wasn't much left and it wasn't what I expected. It was just a tiny brown chunk with syrup, it wouldn't even fill a spoon but the lady still gave it to me anyway.

08/02/2012
1:30AM - 10AM

I was hanging out at a grad party. I was kind of sad because, in the dream, my boyfriend died. And the one before him died as well. So I really wasn't in the mood for a party.

One of my coworkers noticed this, and came over to talk about it. We had a lengthy discussion, and decided to meet up the next day as well.

This went on for awhile until we became relationship status.

At that time, I started hearing a woman's voice in my head. She was narrating my actions.

This creeped me out.

The entire dream would have reminded me of Stranger Than Fiction if it were not for the fact that I realized that this woman was also following me.

"Why are you following me?!" I asked her.

"I would like to see how my story is going to pan out," she responded, cooly.

"Excuse me, your story?"

"I'm writing a new tragedy novel. And you are the main character," she explained.

Fuck. Tragedy may be my favorite genre, but I never wanted to be the main character in one.

"If I'm the main character, can I at least know the plot?" I asked.

"Wouldn't that ruin things?"

"I think I deserve to know," I whispered angrily.

She hesitated and then replied, "You are the main character of my new tragedy novel. In which you will have 5 lovers, and slowly each one of them will die. I see that you have made it to lover number three."

"And you are going to sit here and watch me suffer?"

"Yes, to capture the emotion, of course," she responded as if this was a casual, everyday occurrence.

I stared at her short, brown hair that was done into a pixie hair cut. She was only an inch or two taller than me. If it weren't for the two men following her, I would have socked her in the face. What an insensitive bitch.

I thought about ways that I could derail her plan. My current boyfriend, who was now lover number three, was probably already destined to die.

But, perhaps if we could run from her then she wouldn't be able to witness the plot. Which would mean no story for her to capture. And maybe then she would give up.

I ran with this idea. Literally.

I took my boyfriend by the arm and ran. I was trying to explain things to him along the way. Trying to piece together the puzzle and trying to escape her view.

I decided that our best bet for now would be to hide in the back of a shop in town while we were out of her view. I predicted that if she couldn't find us then she might look elsewhere, and then we could make a cleaner escape.

My boyfriend and I ran through an alleyway and I opened the door to the back of a shop and...What the serious fuck?



It looked as if we had just opened a door straight into the world of Das singende, klingende Bäumchen.

At first, I was stunned. And then I was still stunned. But we had to keep running.

And then a rhino came out behind the bush and killed him. Just like that and it was over.

I wondered if I had played right into her hands. I wondered if, perhaps, it was actually essential to the plot that I knew the storyline so that I could attempt to avoid it and therefore cause the deaths anyways, spinning it full force into a tragedy.

That insensitive bitch.

I walked out of the strange room and back into town.

I thought to myself, you just watch. I'll ruin your story. I won't fall in love with anyone. I'll keep to myself and your story will be toast.

So I did just that. I shut out anyone who tried to talk to me. I hurt their feelings. It was hard, but I had to. I had no other choice.

The hardest person to shut out was an old friend of mine. I could tell he was deeply concerned. This wasn't like me at all.

He pleaded to me to tell him what was wrong. It was so difficult to hold back. My voice yelled hurtful things towards him, but my eyes pleaded for forgiveness.

"Zukin, I don't care what it's about. You know you can tell me anything."

I had to say something that would make him leave immediately, because I didn't know how much longer I could hold back these tears.

"You don't listen or care, you're insensitive just like everyone else and I wish you would leave so that I never would ever have to see your face again!" I thought that would do it.

He hesitated for a moment before responding, "that's okay. I will leave once you tell me what is bothering you. And then, if you still want me to leave, I will."

Fuck.

This man was determined to know the truth. He was playing right into the author's hands. I couldn't hold back the pain any longer so I rationalized it with: it will all be okay as long as we don't fall in love.

So I told him everything. He was shocked and then reached over to give me a hug. I felt shivers run down my spine. I already knew this was the beginning of the end for him.

I immediately wanted to take back all the words I said. I wished I hadn't given into the pain. I wish we had never even met so he wouldn't have to experience this fate.

I knew somewhere, the author of my story was watching from a distance and smirking. I had played right into her hands again.

I immediately knew that we had to get out of her sight. I feared that we would have that same fate as the last lover.

I felt as if she was following right behind me, smirking. I knew that she was getting steadily closer, ready to watch closely as the fourth lover died. She was ready to leech off of the pain and suffering.

Before making any impulsive decisions, I tried to plan our route of escape carefully. This time there wouldn't be any errors. We would be in control of OUR story.

We escaped to my house. I was planning on us hiding in the basement until she had left. I knew the basement well of any dangers. I knew exactly what to avoid there, and exactly how to escape if needed.

We opened the door to the cellar and...What the serious fuck? Again?



Both of us were instantly trapped in the same world as my last lover and I had been trapped in. This was creepy as shit.

"Be careful, there will be something in the bushes over there waiting to attack you," I whispered to him.

We slowly passed the bushes before an alligator emerged. It snapped its jaws at us threateningly.

"RUN!!!" He yelled, trying to prevent the alligator from attacking me.

"It's after you, not me!"

"JUST RUN!!!" He demanded.

I followed his demands and ran through the pathway, worrying about him all along. The pathway slowly transformed into the hallway of a house.

I wondered where on Earth I was.

There was a door at the end of the hallway. I opened it and hid inside.

After a couple minutes, I heard the door squeak open. It was him! He had made it out alive! I nearly screamed in joy. Her plan had failed! We were escaping and we were going to make it out alive.

"Where are we?" He whispered. The room was dark, with only a little light beginning to come in from dawn.

I flipped the light switch on.

We were standing in a little girl's room. And the little girl was laying on her bed, looking over at us - horrified.

I quickly put my hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming and whispered, " you have to promise us that you will be quiet."

She nodded her blonde head in obedience.

I had a weird feeling that this little girl was the author's daughter.

We stood there for a few minutes, debating on what to do next.

And then the door slowly creaked open. My heart pounded before I realized that it was one of my coworkers.

"...Why are you guys in here?" She questioned, completely puzzled.

"We're just hiding, we'll be gone soon," I whispered.

"From who?"

"It doesn't matter. Just promise us you won't let anyone know that we're here," I urged.

She looked at us with a blank stare for a moment and then murmured a hesitant agreement. She closed the door and left.

We thought we were safe until the door creaked open again. It was the author.

My coworker was standing behind her.

"I see you've stumbled into my daughters' room," she smirked, "thought you could run, aye?"

We didn't answer her. I exchanged glances with my partner. He looked horrified.

"Well. It looks like your actions, Zukin, have lead your partner to his untimely demise. You were going so strong, too. How unfortunate," she sneered.

Her daughter then took out a pocket knife. I lurched in front of him, shielding him from the knife.

He pushed me back, trying to protect me.

"Dammit, you don't understand! She's trying to kill YOU not me!" I screamed, still trying to protect him from the knife. I knew she wouldn't kill off her main character just yet.

He pushed me back just as her daughter stabbed him in the neck with the knife. I let out a defeated scream, devastated.

In tears, I looked up at the author and cried out, "are you happy now?"

"Quite. But our story isn't finished yet," she exclaimed, "Get up."

I refused.

"We have yet to reach the climax," she smirked.

I prayed for the energy to leap out and punch her in the face, but I was hovered over my dead lover. Mourning.

Her assistant grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out of the room. He threw me into a car where the four of us drove off.

I wondered what the climax of the story was. She said I was going to have five lovers. I had exhausted four already.

If we were about to reach the climax, then the climax would be with my fifth lover. Our love would undoubtedly be stronger than all four lovers put together, thus the fall would be much worse.

Even though I didn't even know this person yet, I knew that if our love was going to be that deep, then I would give anything for him. Including my life.

I thought about ending it.

If I committed suicide, then I would save his life.

But, could suicide actually be the climax of the story?

I knew I had two choices. I could either 1. Wait it out, fall in love with the fifth lover and then watch him die or, 2. Commit suicide and save his life.

I wasn't sure which storyline the author had in mind, but I decided to be safe and go for the second choice - suicide.

We pulled over at a gas station to stop for gas.

"Do you want anything to eat?" She asked me.

"Sure."

"What will it be?" She asked.

"Let me come in to the gas station and take a look at what they have," I plotted.

While the author her two assistants payed for gas at the register, I took a look around. I pretended to be looking for something to eat, but in reality, I was looking for anything that I could overdose on.



I hid behind the isle and opened up a large packet of pills and shoved all of them into my mouth as fast as I could. The more - the better. I didn't know how much time I had left before they would come around the isle and see.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" The author screamed and threw the bottle of pills from my hand.

It's too late for you now, I thought. And smirked back at her.

"You fucking prick!" She shrieked.

I had swallowed more than enough needed for death, I knew that for sure because I had already gotten half way through the second bottle.

"You've ruined my novel! Fucking asshole!" She stomped around before grabbing me by the hair and throwing me onto the ground outside.

Sleepiness was beginning to overcome me, I felt a sense of dread as death approached, but I knew that in the process my reasoning had been correct, and by killing myself I was saving the life of a person I would have loved immensely and otherwise given up my life for.

I felt everything slowing down and getting black as death approached - and I knew that I had won.

Ok so I broke up with my boyfriend a week ago and this is when this dream started! For the past 6 days its been the same dream.
The dream inside the dream is me at a party with alot of friends and this one guy I've had a crush on for a while (Austin) now was there and he was following me around the party and grabbing my hands and waist like we were a couple and i was walking around as if i was trying to make sure none of my crazy party animal friends didnt get hurt.Which is really weird because im crazy like that i dont know why i took this role of a "chaperone" in this dream.Then a while after i would wake from that dream and i would be in the other dream where i am laying down and that guy (austin) is on the foot of my bed sitting watching me and my band director is looking at me standing over austin and my best friend is turned around facing the wall. My band director looks angry and Austin looks like he wants to say something but no one talks.Then i wake up

I dont understand why this is a recurring dream, maybe my band director being there was a sign that i should practice because band camp starts in 2 weeks and we need music memorized but it was just weird like i've never had a dream like this recurring so often exactly the same

01.08.2012

Surrounded House (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm in my old house with my family, though it looks very different. Each room is divided into a grid, and I'm in the process of marking the floor under everything we want to keep, each mark applying to everything in the vertical space above it.

The reason I do this is because a crowd of people have surrounded our house, and don't want us to leave for some reason. In the back of my mind I get the feeling they plan on setting fire to the house. I need to mark our most important possessions in order to save them from being destroyed.

My dad suggests my sister, mum and I go out first, as we're more likely to get through the crowd, as it's him they want. Again, I have no idea why they want us, but I suspect they aren't afraid to use violence.

"I'll just fight my way through them" I suggest, but we all know it's not a good idea.

Unfortunately there was no conclusion to this dream

01.08.2012

Car Crash (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm travelling in the back of a police car (though not because I'm in trouble) with a woman driving and a bearded man in the passenger seat.

Just as the man notices something strange, we swerve unexplainably, crash and flip multiple times. None of us are injured.

I then see a nervous, insecure man who's suing the woman driver for a lot of money. His snobby parents tell him that they're finally proud of him, as if the money he's winning from the case is the same as him earning as respectable wage for once.

08-02-2012 -- Its late at night, and I am in a room on the third floor of a beat-up, worn house. There may have been lots of interesting things getting me here, and involving people and chases and stuff ... I have the barest hints of such in my mind. Unfortunately, if there are, I can't remember them, though details are pretty good from this point on. I'm kind of tired, and am thinking of sleeping, perhaps after just a tiny bit of 'private time' to aid in sleeping. Unfortunately the door to the room won't lock, or even properly latch. There are some guys out in the halls who seem to be playing football or something, and they keep bumping the door and knocking it open.

I go out and try to talk to them about it, and one of them (who makes me think of Ogre from Revenge of the Nerds) points out there is a note from the landlord on the door saying it is never to be completely shut because it would be a fire hazard. By this time the door has vanished, and it is now a bit of a mattress that has been leaned against the door, instead. I am trying to find a way to position it so it will leave a gap of several inches at the very top, where it will still allow some privacy, rather than at the side. Just can't get it to stay that way.

Suddenly my third floor room is very rickety, and the only access is an unstable staircase which seems to be turning into an even more unstable ladder. As the football players wander a few feet, a blonde who I think is Billie Piper has come over to speak to me for a few minutes, then wants to get back to the ground floor. She is afraid to try the ladder, however, so has put on a climbing harness is is going to kind of scale her way down, except I have to use a rope/bungie sort of contraption to lower her down, as well. She's scared, and things aren't working too well at first, but I release some of the tension, and soon have her at a point where she only has to drop about a foot to the ground on the outside of the house. This has also lowered me to the ground on the inside of the house.

I head out a door where the football players are, and I find myself in a mall. It is still the middle of the night, mall has long been closed, and we are the mall security. [Possibly inspired by a conversation with somebody working mall security on here last night before I went to bed.] There are several people wandering around when they shouldn't be, and we start to try and run them out. I take a minute to walk in a restroom, turn on a light, and relieve myself. For some reason I am about a foot long. I'm thinking that is kind of cool, but as I fasten my pants I am now perhaps four feet long, the end of myself trailing out my trousers on the ground, and with a faucet on the end of it. It is some sort of joke item, and as I come out of the restroom like that, and we're walking back toward the house, the football players are joking about it.

As we walk along, the site has kind of turned to Indiana Wesleyan University, where the FCM convention is going on. This is a magic convention I have attended a few times in the past, and I believe it is going on this week in real life. Anyway, as I am walking along, one of the other guys has picked up my egg vase and is looking at it, and discovers the secret to it and is waving it around. I grab it from him and am trying to get him to stop ... does my act no good at all! Strange little dream.

I was at a traditional market gathering where salesman sale their provision and livestock. As I mix with a group, there's a guy who I assume as an internet provider worker show me a timetable which full of numbers.

"Do you know what is this?" He ask me.

When I saw an earlier chart of numbers on the timetable, I quickly remember a deviant act I did on internet in my waking world. I stare at him then I close my mouth to his ear as don't want others who present there heard what I said.

"I only did it once!" I said. (If you are curious, it was nothing inappropriate but if people around me found out, I'm screw!)

He only keep quiet then stand and leave me. I quickly follow him and curious at what he really want.

Then I encounter another group of people. This time there were two people following me. We were being treated with drinks and we listen to their complain. As I listen, I saw my two companion lied down and their eyes were close. Sleeping drug? I assume and one companion of mine collapse to the ground.

As the commotions continue there's a group of female came to our way to rescue us. I assume it's the earlier group which I associate just now. But they are so slow and they were being threaten with our life.

"Come and I would slash his throat!" Said our kidnapper as she point a knife at one of my unconscious companions.

The next thing I know, we were being caught for good but I'm alone this time in a room that full with compact green glasses cells. In the cell I saw unnatural being were trapped inside the glasses cell. They look like ancient ghost in the old China or Japanese drawings. As I drift in the air, I stare at those glasses one by one. There were ghost which trapped inside the glass and there were ghost which being trapped only at their foot and hands. At that time I assume that I was a ghost too.

Then I try to prove my innocent. I once was a good ghost! I said. But this time I was viewing the dream as the third person like I was reading a comic.

i was with M and we were in probably in a hotel, when we called L and her husband. it was unreal bc all she would do was laugh at her husbands jokes which weren't funny. It was the 1st time I talked to him. Somehow in my dream I could see him, while talking to him on the phone. The only thing I can remember him saying is that he was glad to have talked to me. I specifically called for L . She left to use the bathroom to put on makeup and I was mad that I could not hear her. After, she asked me "huh?", which just provoked me. I think I walked to the store with M after that, just thinking about the crazy experience I just had .

I wasn't able to remember my dreams for ,at least, a week now. I increased my amount of sleep and voila! I remembered a fragment...Hopefully, I'll keep my sleeping schedule consistent so I can DJ more often and "vividly".

First I would like to mention: In this dream I did not see any blood besides in the last scenes. It did not feel like killing people, they rather got unconscious.
I was in a war. I don't know what happened before, but a classmate and I were the only people alive from our team. Suddendly a huge army appeared. First we only saw a small part of them and started firing. I used a special type of ammunition which schould change peoples minds, but instead I noticed them turning into rocks. Then we looked further and I realised this being a army of many man. (At this moment I didn't see people turned into rocks anymore.) Strangely they offered us to refill and reload our weapons and then to fight against them. At the fight not everyone started to shoot at us, meanwhile my classmate was shot - he wasn't dead but he was bleeding. They took him away immediately, nobody was shooting anymore. Then they took me somewhere, too.

I was in an elevator with someone. We got to a floor in an apartment building, we turned right and went to the house on the right side. I told the person that I used to live on the 24th floor at the exact same spot. The numbers of floor must have increased to more than 30 (the top floor in RL), since the floor we are on is above that.

I was in a classroom, the teacher said something, we all got up and walked out of the room. We walked together in the hallway and entered another classroom. All of us were suppose to sit in groups of four, since my friends and I got to the room last, there were no seats left for us together. My two friends quickly took the seats near the door and I walked to the seat on the left side of the room. I sat down and when I looked back up, the person in front of me was different, the original girl was sitting one seat ahead instead.

08/01/2012
2AM - 8AM

A nonlucid, plagued with obvious dream signs.

I don't remember the onset of this dream, but it seems I was dropped into a story, where I was at my parents' house. I was dressed as a geisha, and my parents had managed to come up with 3 suitors for me for possible marriage one night. I know, geishas don't marry, but this is lame lily white American geisha apparently. My outfit was beautiful though. It looked like a traditional geisha costume/uniform(?). Also, the entire ensemble was made from gold silk peu de sois. I saw my reflection once in the reflection of the bay window in my old bedroom. And my hair looked like this:



So the suitors. One was Octavio, a baker I used to work with, who looked confused as fuck to be here at this, "suitor competition." The second was Cheech Marin (thanks, mom). And I don't remember the 3rd, but I remember he was also Hispanic. Not that any of this matters to me, I married a man from Venezuela irl. I have no idea why suddenly I was a geisha, betrothed to one of 3 Hispanic men. At any rate, the entire party was stopped short, because a horrible storm began. In the sky, there was a giant patch of gray and black clouds, pouring rain and forming the usual wall clouds. We all remarked at how they would probably form into tornadoes. Then I noticed, in the center of the cloud mass, the shape of Texas, only it was backwards. I rationalized it like this: the storm was aiming for Texas. And from the storm's point of view, the shape of Texas wasn't backwards. It only appeared backwards to us because we were in front of the oncoming storm. Then suddenly we were all in front of my house instead of my parents', and my mom yelled at me "Where's Chris?!" I noticed he was standing under the mimosa, completely drenched from rain water. It was as if the only rain cloud was over him and the tree. I took him inside and it became the interior of my parent's house again. And his baby shoes were all over the floor. I remarked how cute and nostalgic this all was.

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

I am in the Olympic gymnastics finals doing the floor exercise. I am way ahead of the competition.

Dream 2:

I am climbing Mt Everest for the second time. This time I am with Kelly Bundy (Christina Applegate). She is worried that I will go crazy on her due to altitude sickness. She has some catch phrase that will make her baseball card worth a lot later (?!?). We take a very long and round about way to the top.

I woke up (false awakening) and I am writing all of my previous dream down in my dream journal in extreme detail (at the kitchen table). I went through the entire morning. My wife gets ready for work and is about to leave until she sees me writing in my journal. She says "wow that must have been a good dream." I feel very satisfied and relieved that I am able to remember such a vivid dream. My wife and I leave the house for work and she is following me to get on a freeway. All the while I have some sense that I am dreaming. Some guys are on top of a light post (they kind of flew up there). I try to ignore them so they don't think they are cool. I tell my wife to watch out.

Dream 3:

I keep getting strange messages while I am at work (in the dark). There are strange beings having sex with girls. One looks like a tree-like alien with a large root penis. Another is a sea anenome type thing sucking some chicks p*ssy.

Dream 4:

Suddenly I am in a heated debate with my wife regarding Mike Trout vs Bryce Harper. I am trying to explain how Trout is so much better because not only did he miss a month of the season, but he is also a lead off hitter and his power numbers are so much better than Harper's. She doesn't agree with me (in real life she is on my side).

I have a couple strange dreams such as Mr. Garrison from South Park flying around my room pooping on things and playing silly games. I wake up all of a sudden and I am in my back yard with my two cats on the fence fighting. This is not a common occurrence for my cats so I look into the house to call for my wife. I feel incredible pressure on my head and I am scared. This shock puts me back into my bed but the pressure is still there. I realize it might just be sleep paralysis and that I am safe, so I start focusing on the pressure. A few more images pop in my head and I hear a sound like a radio broadcast. Then I lose the sensation and wake up.

07-24-2012 -- I'm in my room in a house where I am renting a room, and it seems like Randy (one of the roommates where I currently live) and I are sharing a room. There is very thick dust everywhere, and it is obvious nothing has been dusted in years. There is a third roommate here, as well, and he has a slim black girlfriend. I'm thinking about asking the others for some help in maybe dusting a little, but figure I am not going to ask until the girl friend leaves. But Randy already has a can of Pledge, and is starting to work.

He's dusting a table, and to help him out, I start picking up the stuff sitting on the table. He asks me where I am going to put it, and I admit, right back where I picked it up from, but in the meantime, he'll be able to dust more of the table. Mom is there, as well, though she doesn't seem to actually do anything.

Soon things shift, and I am driving in the city centre of either Cambridge or London, and am thinking about the recent visit I made to the museum in another dream. Strangely, though I could have sworn I posted that dream, I cannot currently find it. In the car with me are mom, Randy, and the black girl friend. I'm turning a corner, and suddenly the brakes don't work, and I find myself jumping a curb onto a lawn, and hit a couple of wooden posts that help me to stop.

I'm right next to a broken down car, and suddenly a police car pulls up next to both of us. I'm worried the cop is going to give me a ticket, but he seems to be ignoring me. I can't go forward, and I have cars to the left and the right, so all I can do is start to slowly back out, but the brakes are still not working, and I am worried about them. I'm being very slow and careful, but as I approach the curb, I am afraid I'll shoot right back out into the intersection, so I open the door and stick out my foot, using it to brake.

I'm still on the grass, right at the edge of the curb, and now the cop is watching me, so I want to be very sure I keep control of the car. I decide I better carry it to the street. But when I turn around, it suddenly isn't there. So I bend over and pick up a large nothing, and very carefully set it down in the street. I'm still worried about the brakes in my, now non-existent, car, but the black girlfriend tells me to just add some brake fluid and I ought to be fine. I seem to remember an Auto Zone about a half-mile down the road, so I figure I can get some fluid there.

The car still isn't there, so I very carefully climb into nothing and mime taking a seat. None of the passengers have any problem doing the same thing. As we're just sitting there in thin air and about to start driving, a young kid comes up to us and fastens a Pleasure Island wrist band around my wrist. He starts nattering on about saving seats for me and collectibles and stuff. As he runs off, I tell the others he is a great kid, but I don't know why he is saving seats for me at a Disneyland stage show when I am currently closest to Euro Disneyland.

We start driving, and I realize I am on the wrong side of the road, but so are most of the other cars. In my dreams, most people in England seem to be tourists who can't remember which side of the road to drive on. We keep kind of drifting from one side of the road to the other. Meanwhile, this road in England seems to be Euclid Avenue, and the shop I seem to remember is just a couple of doors down from Euclid and Malvern / Chapman in Fullerton. But it is in England.

I'm nearly to the building I am looking for, but it is no longer an Auto Zone, but a photography store being run from an old house. We step inside, and I really need to buy some of the flat round batteries for my camera, but I don't have any money. But I remember that I don't have a car, either, and that hasn't stopped me, so I just reach into my pocket and pull out nothing, which I figure I'll use to pay for the batteries. That was I don't have to borrow money from mom.

All the people who work in the shop are females, and somehow I know they are all werewolves and vampires, though it doesn't seem to be affecting them right now. I've been here before, and the woman who owns the place remembers me, even though it has been 15 or 20 years. Somehow zombies are mentioned, and one of the women snaps out "We aren't dead, yet!" I see Amy Pond walk down a hall, but only half-register it in my mind. The whole thing is very surreal. A few moments later, she wanders back through and starts up the staircase. I turn to Chris Hires next to me, and in tandem we both shout "We've got Amy Pond" kind of like the Weasley Twins shouted out "We got Potter!" at the Hogwarts sorting.

07-28-2012 -- I am driving down a road, in Omaha, I think. It is late at night and I am hungry. I am hoping to find something to eat, and as I drive along, I find a New York-style pizza parlor. The name is something like Giovanni's or the like. I stop and enter, and find the place does seem to be open, but shelves and cupboards and displays are almost empty. I realize the place has either just opened, or is in the middle of selling everything and shutting down. They only have something like three choices of topping, cheese, pepperoni, or sausage. I really push it and ask for all three on my pizza. The guy is making me a very large pizza (at least 18", maybe even larger) but doesn't seem to know what to charge me. I offer him $15, but keep wondering to myself if I might have offered too much or too little.

As I am waiting outside the apartment-like parlor, there seems to be somebody hunting me. I spot a figure in a nice suit who seems to be following me, but is trying to stay out of sight. He keeps dashing around corners or hiding behind walls. He is trying to shoot me with bullets or poison darts, and soon seems to be trying to build some sort of explosive mine or something, but it falls apart. I gather up as many pieces as I can to try and keep them away from him, then run off.

A couple of miles away I come to a warehouse on the NE corner of an intersection. I glance inside and find it is my warehouse, and there are three small box trucks that I know are filled with explosives or something. There are some incompetent thugs that have been sent to hunt me down that are driving down the street in two larger trucks filled with some kind of ordinance to use against me, but they are stupid, and they really aren't at all sure what they are supposed to be doing.

I convince them that I am not me, but am actually one of their bosses, and I order them to start moving all the stuff in their trucks into my trucks of explosives. Since they are carrying things like detonators, I know this can be a dangerous combination. I wait until they are both out of site in a couple of the trucks, and then go running to the south while they cannot see me. As long as they don't actually see me running off, they won't be worried, and will keep doing as I told them.

I know that when the explosion happens, it is going to be very powerful, and most likely nuclear, so I really want to get at least a mile away, so I can be safe. I keep running south in Omaha, and get a couple miles down to a major street. I knew what the street was in the dream, but cannot remember it now. Dale is now with me, and we are both running. We get to this major street, and find a bus just pulling up. We both board it, and I have .75 for the bus fare, but when I try and put it in a slot, the driver starts screaming at me that it is the wrong place, and he orders me to put the money in a different slot.

He is very rude and obnoxious, and I really find I don't like him. He keeps screaming abuse at me, and I am considering really telling him off, but instead decide to take a seat. As I get a little further back in the bus, he orders me to choose a locker and take the key. Amazingly there is a row of lockers. I tell the driver I don't need a locker, and he just gets more abusive. Rather than fight about it, I pull out a key that turns into a lock in my hands.

Dale and I sit down, nervous, and quietly discuss the upcoming explosion. We keep our voices down because we don't want the other passengers to hear us and report us. Soon the bus has turned into some sort of stadium, and we are in the stands, surrounded by ladders made up of a kind of horizontal window blinds. To get higher up and move to the next level, we have to climb these rickety blinds, but as we get a little way up, they all fall apart and collapse, leaving us to fall on our backsides.

I get to an area with some nice sofa-like benches that seem to be a little higher up, so I hope to have a shorter way to climb, as the blinds-ladders start to reappear. By this time it is feeling very much like some sort of video game, though we're in it, instead of just playing it. I look around and find Dale is gone, so I realize he must have solved the puzzle, and moved on to the next level. I still don't know how to do it, so I pull out my cell phone and call him. There is a lot of interference, and I can barely hear him, but he says something about the lock before the call drops. I start to realize the bus driver may have been an idiot, but there was a reason he ordered us to take the locks.

I wait a few seconds for the blinds to reset again, then start to climb. I go up about twenty rungs, and can just feel the tension as the thing is about to fall apart and drop me. At that point the dream kind of turns into a good news/bad news story. It's good that the driver insisted I take the lock. It's bad that right as I need it, I drop it. It's good that I happen to have a combo lock of my own in my backpack. It's bad that I can't remember the combination. It's good that the combination is printed on the back of the lock. It's bad that the combination is wrong. It's good that the thing opens up, anyway. It's bad that as it opens up, it starts to fall apart. It's good that as it starts to fall apart, it has turned into a lock mechanism like "The Club", the thing they used to sell to kind of lock steering wheels.

The bar that I end up holding is exactly what I need, and I slip it over some sort of stud on both ends of the blinds, right before they start to fall apart. Everything beneath me collapses, but I am able to continue climbing up to the next level. By this point, the dream is feeling like some sort of a competition, as well as a sort of video game. I find myself in a strange, colorful landscape that very much reminds me of the new Runespan in Runescape, but the place is very weird.

People are running around, throwing bowling balls, base balls, basket balls and other objects around, but the rules of physics don't seem to fully apply. Balls swirl down odd gravity wells, or break holes in the walls, and people follow them to try and find paths to the next level. I throw a couple of bowling balls, and they work all right, but when I try and throw the smaller balls, I can't throw worth beans, and always let go of the ball way too late, so it slams into the ground a foot or two in front of me, rather than flying through the air and triggering anything. Somehow I manage to make it at least a half a level further, however.

Now I am grabbing guns and things, and shooting at weird aliens and targets that seem more like a Buzz Lightyear-type of shooting gallery ride at a theme park. I'm doing a lot better with this than with the throwing balls thing. I shoot my way through several targets and barriers, and kind of fly into the next area.

I suddenly find myself in a swim suit in what seems to be a very colorful water park. I am on a large field with circles of colors with numbers in them, looks like some sort of giant Twister game. I see some odd footwear that is kind of a cross between flippers, snow shoes and skis. I try and get one on one of my feet, but don't have a chance to get one on the other. I have to start trying to run through the fields as different numbers are being called.

If I land on one of the circles before another number is called, jets of water help propel me in the right direction. If I hit the wrong circles, the water is pushing me in the wrong directions, and is liable to knock me over. Soon I have shot into the wrong direction one time too many, and find myself in a red sort of structure seconds before water is going to come at me from every direction and fully soak me. I'm horrible at this part of the competition, but I am also really having fun, and I am just starting to laugh about the soaking as I wake up.

08.01.2012

Alyzarin and Rave Master (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember much here, but I definitely feel that I'm near Alyzarin. The room is bright, and I believe can see a glimpse of the black undershirt and black long sports pants with the white stripes on the side that she wore with my peripheral vision.

Alyzarin is showing me a few drawings she did, and from those sets, she showed a picture Haru and Elie from the anime version of Rave Master.

It wasn't like this, just using this to remember the outfits.

We continued to talk about random things that I can't remember too well. I didn't get to see her face unfortunately.

She has light brown hair, a beautiful shine to it, long, curly and wavy too. I couldn't recall her actual voice, but she was cheerful and talkative when she was next to me. She was glowing with enthusiasm, even though I couldn't hear her at all, and she had a slightly pale skin. It was probably because of the lighting in the room that made it seem that way, but I didn't really mind at all.

I looked at a picture of Haru and Elie. Haru is on the left side of the picture (from my view that is), and he's wearing the long sleeved black jacket with the Rave cross symbol just like in the anime version.

He also has a white shirt underneath the black long sleeved jacket as well, and Elie is on the right side next to Haru. She's wearing the sleeveless tank top with the rave cross symbol in the middle of it as well, and she's wearing the short blue shirt (it could've been the light red one she occasionally wore too, or not, oh well).

Haru and Elie are smiling, and it seems they have their focus on what's ahead of them. Haru has his right hand elevated above his head, probably to block something like the sunlight. I can't remember what Elie is exactly doing in the photograph, but she does have her mouth wide open smiling.

The next set of fragments are kind of confusing in finding out where they belong in this same dream plot. They could've been different short dreams, but I'll just combine them together based on certain characters showing up.

(Okay, this is the part I'm not sure belongs here, but my gut feelings says that it does).

After talking to Alyzarin, I go inside of a room that's way darker than the one I was in with her. I eventually reached one of those old types of elevators. It had a wooden base, and metal railings formed in a rectangle. Honestly, the elevator itself just looked like two wooden bases (top and bottom) being connected by metal rods to create space for those going on it.

The elevator, or whatever this thing was, could only contain one person. It felt kind of small, so I decided to sit down crisscrossed on the wooden base. The elevator slowly lifts up, and as I'm waiting to get to wherever it is I'm going, I see the bright white light emitting from the room I exit to get to this room.

I see someone slowly come out into the light, but I can't see their visage properly. I look at the blurry image of the person in front of me looking at me go up, and the more I look at them, the more I feel that I'm going to miss them a lot.

The only person where I would have that kind of feeling in a dream would be Alyzarin.....I couldn't do anything but just watch whoever it is stand there, and once the elevator went so far up that I couldn't see her anymore, I just stare at the brick walls from this point on.

The room, and even while going up the elevator, had that kind of dark blue atmosphere you see in dark rooms, if that makes any sense...

The elevator finally stops, and I get out, but I'm looking down on the floor before looking up.

I see things in first perspective, just like when I met Alyzarin, and I'm still looking down on myself, and see that I have no shoes on at the moment. I look up, and find Haru from Rave Master is on the left side. He tells me that I can find some shoes to where he's pointing, and while he's doing that, it seems he's in the middle of a conversation with someone else.

I look at the shoes Haru is wearing, and it's a pair of black lace-less shoes (maybe there were strings, but they were most likely too small for me to tell at first glance).

I look over to see which shoes are there for me to use, and the only ones that are there is a pair of light brown shoes. I couldn't tell if it was lace less, or had small shoe strings, and I picked them up and before I put them on, I realize these shoes look exactly like my father's shoes in waking life.

Greeeeeat, this moment is just screaming, "Being in your father's shoes..."

LOL.

I didn't really have time to think about this dream making me be in my father's shoes, so I quickly put them on, and I think I asked Haru what we're going to do, because I honestly don't know why he's around, or why I'm around with him.

He puts his right hand on his shoulder, smiles and declares,

"We're going on a new adventure."

I can't remember what happens next after that though.

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08.01.2012

Naruto Shippuden Resurrection (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember much from this dream, and I honestly would just classify it as a dream fragment, but this is only because the moments starting to flee from my mind when I woke up abruptly this morning.

I'm at a table covered in cloth, and on this table are several white printer type papers. Each paper has a portrait drawing of someone from Naruto Shippuden, and maybe a few random anime like faces. The perspective changes to where each drawing is panned over the other one, like, when I see one drawing, someone would say the name of that person, and then move on to the next drawing.

I think one name I remember sounded like saying "Sumo" or Suno," something like that. These definitely look like people who were resurrected or are going to be resurrected during the Shinobi War in Shippuden.

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08.01.2012

Raising Suspicion (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking around at a random place outside, and I believe I see a gun that's not loaded on a table to the right of me. I see a dark skinned man wearing an orange shirt, and baggy pants.

He has a gun blatantly located between his shirt and slightly tucked underneath the top region of the pants he's wearing. I start getting suspicious that he's up to something, especially if he isn't concerned that he should conceal the weapon in the first place.

I slowly reached for the gun to my right to try and get it loaded, but I forget what happens next.

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08.01.2012

New York and Texas (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Apparently, to get to Texas, I had to take the path that was previously set out for New York instead. I saw all of this on a brochure, or some kind of paper with transportation information on it.

The dream shifts to where I'm inside of a vehicle in the back, with my father driving on the left side. I think he's getting ready to make a right turn, and that's all I remember.

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08.01.2012

Alyzarin and Hyu's Avatar (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took a short nap in the afternoon..

I log on to Windows Live Messenger, and I see Alyzarin has her status as "Away," so I decided to go on Dream Views and look at dream journal entries in the mean time before she would come back as "Available."

I go to Hyu's dream journal entry, but I can't see the title and the content clearly, the only thing that pops out is a new avatar of Yuya. She has her right hand resting on her chin, and has her left hand laying parallel to surface she's resting both arms on.

There's also a pink background behind Yuya. I think I go back to see if Alyzarin is available again, but she still is away. I look at her profile on Dream Views, and it shows she's online, so I guess she was going to get something and come back soon.

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08.01.2012

Weird Preacher (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm outside in an environment that has a very gloomy setting to it, and it feels so empty being in here. There are a lot of skinny gray trees, and the surface was all covered in dead autumn leaves.

There's a house ahead, and it looks very old. Its exterior is composed of gray painted wood, and I keep hearing a voice that sounds as if someone is trying to preach something. I get closer to the house, maybe 15 feet away from it, and I see a man to the right of the house, in the middle of field.

Either this man has a Bluetooth headphone set talking to someone, or maybe he's just crazy and all alone. I think he is repeating the same set of words, and randomly walking around the area. I keep my distance away from him, but we eventually come close range to each other.

I can finally see his visage, he has an extreme frowning expression with his mouth slightly open. His eyebrows are pointing downwards, and his eyes are almost bulging out. He doesn't look mad, it's just that he has the expression pasted on his face.

He doesn't do anything to me, except to just look at me for a few seconds while he goes back to being crazy and talking to himself again. If only I could've recalled his repeated message, I wouldn't have labeled him as a complete nutjob.

Then random things happen, like I could hear voices of other people making fun of this same man walking around. There's a video screen that shows up in the middle of nowhere, and there's a gray pointer on top of the streaming bar with the letter "B" in white font.

It seems it's just a short advertisement for something, but the only thing I was paying attention to was the letter "B" in the white font, since it did take up a lot of space to serve as a time marker.

I heard someone make some smart-ass remarks about the advertisement, and the crazy man walking around the gloomy setting.