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    1. College Cafeteria

      by , 05-13-2012 at 09:03 AM
      I was back in my college days in my dormitory. It was Sy-Phi hall. That was pretty cool, some of the dream is vague but I'm going from my room to the food court. I'm walking down the side stairs, there was a set of stairs on the opposite side of the entrance room as well. The door opposite the entrance is the entry to the food court. I head in. As I'm wandering around with my tray gathering food, I notice it is much larger than in real life, like 10 times bigger. Most of it is unusually dark as well, the lighting isn't right. I hit three different food buffet areas, and my plate is piled high. I'm wondering how I'm going to eat this all. Now I'm looking for a place to sit, most of the tables are full, but I see many DCs who look familiar. I even see Ann walk past me, an old not-girlfriend. I keep wandering a bit, ending up in the back corner to the right where it seems a bit dark. I can't believe how many people are in here, but I grab an empty chair at a round table where there are only 3 DCs at. I ate about a third of the food on my plate, mainly the pasta and salad. They had some really good looking chocolate desserts there, and although I got one, I wanted to sample some more. I should have made a RC here because of the dark (and because of Ann), but failed. I did make a choice to lift my glasses, and found out why the room seemed so dark, I had sunglasses on!

      A scene change interrupted my eating, although I was still walking around with my tray. The room disappeared and I was outside now, although some tables still lingered. Many displaced DCs were heading off somewhere now. I found another place to sit and was going to eat some more, but something was happening where I had to get up again. Leaving my tray there, I made my way over to gate in a fence. It had chains on it but they were loose and people could get through. This one gal caught my eye, she was pretty and had wide hips. I thought she wasn't going to be able to squeeze through the narrow gate, but she was able to.

      Although I didn't go fully lucid, I grabed her and started stretching her hips so that they were even wider. I was manipulating the body of a DC in my dream. Her hips were over two feet wide now and I figured that was about as far as they could go. I had the feeling she liked what I was doing to her, even though I don't remember if she said anything to me yet. It felt sexual in nature, what I was doing to her by stretching her body. It felt natural to continue, so I put my hand down her pants and felt her up. At this time, I definately remember her moaning with pleasure.
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    2. Weird HIV disease/Failing 3 reality checks

      by , 05-13-2012 at 08:38 AM
      I was on my classroom with my friends and suddenly I have the virus HIV but an extremely weird one that I could spread the disease with just a cough or a kiss. I saw a pretty girl nearby and I told her that so I kissed her but she didn't say anything. After that I found out that the disease is curable, there was a guy in our city that treats it so I yelled to everyone in class that we had to go, and I waited for a moment outside. When I waited I thought "This is really weird" and I did a reality check, the finger through palm one. But it didn't worked. Still I was thinking the same and stared for a while at my hand to find it change but all I saw were my 5 fingers and everything normal. Then the infected people were ready so we advanced. We went down the stairs (the classroom was on the third floor) and I still didn't give up trying reality checks so I snapped my fingers and even though I heard that the sound was too low I said to myself that it was maybe because people were talking very loudly. There was a lot of people in the stairs and I started to look carefully at them. I saw that some of the faces were repeated but I said "It's impossible that they are upstairs if they are right next to me"... I tried all that but I didn't become lucid.

      Then we headed to the parking and I saw that a friend (who was upstairs) wanted to start his car. I told him if he could take us and we got in however the car was already full and it couldn't start so we got out and he went in his red small car. Then one of my infected friends saw a bus and he ran towards it and we got in. I was going to say the driver that I didn't have money to pay him but ... there was no driver, so I went straight to sit. Then I saw the bus advance and the driver's sit started to make a lot of noises. I knew it was a ghost but anyways I could't pay him. He continued making a lot of noises (because he couldn't talk) so I went there and told him that I had few coins but they weren't enough so I gave them to him. After he takes them he transforms into a man, he thanks me and gets out of the bus. I go to sit, but the bus wasn't advancing and at that moment I thought "It was better if I didn't pay him". When I got out of the bus I woke up.
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    3. Death, guns, and mom.

      by , 05-13-2012 at 06:40 AM
      I just had an extremely unsettling dream. I was put in a mental hospital [ considering I do have depression issues irl ] and we were put in groups of ten kids. The whole hospital just seemed like a big elementary / middle school.. our 'teacher' was a huge bitch.
      I remember my good friend August was there too, strangely.
      We were on our way to go to a pool, I guess, and me and a friend I had made there trailed behind. Weirdly, the 'friend' was someone I used to hang out with as a kid. Her name was Jordan. Anyway, Jordan and I were talking, and she persuaded me into a plan. A plan to kill the teacher and escape this hell hole.
      We went through with it, and she killed one of the other 'students'. We ran outside with August and another unknown male and I saw my mother. another kid ran out and yelled at us, telling us that the camera's were on, we're gonna go to jail. I wasn't taking part in killing them so I figured I'd be okay, but Jordan decided it was best to kill ourselves instead of get charges pressed...she pointed the gun at herself and killed herself. Then August took the gun and pointed it to me and said something along the lines of "It's for the best, Hayley, we'll miss you".
      I tried to tell him I'd take the charges and he wouldn't listen. I waved goodbye to my mother and turned around, putting my hands up and closing my eyes. I was shot and I fell to the ground.
      The most unsettling part was that I could feel myself being sucked out of my body. Leaving it. I could fly now. I remember also praying and apologizing to God [ even though I don't hold a religion and I was previously a Satanist for good reasons ]. I remember looking at my mom and she didn't cry.
      I kissed her on her forehead and thats when she started crying, even though she couldn't see me. I guess my dog, Sasha was there too, and she was whimpering and staring at me and trying to lick me and I pet her and kissed her forehead too. then I woke up crying and my hands were dead cold [ and my hands are NEVER cold ].
      I have no idea why I had that dream. ):
    4. Special Friend 05122012 - 2nd Dream

      by , 05-13-2012 at 03:42 AM
      This dream was powerful enough to affect me even after I woke. I still have the visions from this dream in my head. The moments of lucidity were both realistic and surreal. I feel lonely after dreaming this.

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A friend and I are walking around downtown at night.Something serious has happened and we need to get off the street, get tosomeplace safe. I know I’m not in danger but my friend is. I knew she was indanger and needed to get as far from the situation as possible, so I decide weshould head to my mom’s house.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We go to the house I shared with my mom back in the 90’s yetthe house still appears as it did then, with a few additional rooms that neverexisted in real life. I send my friend into a downstairs bedroom to clean upand change and my mom goes to get a few things to help her out. I head upstairsto get cleaned up myself. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I begin to undress, knowing that my door isn’t fully closedand quietly hoping that my friend will come into the room. I glance over myshoulder several times to peer at the door but it never opens. I am a littledisappointed but it doesn’t make me sad.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]No longer dwelling on the door I head into my walk-incloset. The light inside works and the closet seems quite spacious. Along theback wall I have several pairs of underwear hanging from small lingerie hangers,and it is these that attract my attention. Nearly all of them are lacy and colorfulwith blue trim, and I know a couple of them didn’t belong to me. I recognized acouple pairs as belonging to a friend from several years back, though I neverfigure out how I got the underwear.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I hold up several,trying to decide which one I want to wear. I like the stretchy lace and how itcurves around my butt, and I wonder if my friend will like it also. I am stillhoping she will come upstairs and into my room.[/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After what feels like several hours I head downstairs and I findmy mom leading my friend to the front door. Her belongings are packed up in abrown suitcase and she is wearing different clothes than before. A brightyellow top sits rests on her shoulders, allowing a decent view of the top ofher chest. Below she is wearing a blue denim shirt, short and above the knees,which complements the yellow of her top.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]What is really striking about her is her hair. She hadpreviously been a brunette but in the time we spent in separate rooms she diedher hair blonde and put blue streaks in it. This has the effect of transformingher into a new person, someone I can only recognize in the cheeks and eyes. Ifind I really like this hair color on her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You’re…leaving?” I ask with undisguised sadness.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think I have to.” She tells me this at the same time shelooks up to meet my eyes, and it is clear she has been crying. Her eyes are notred and puffy but tears are gently rolling down her cheeks, and I admire herflawless skin. As we look into each other’s eyes I can see the pain in them,and I realize she loves me as strongly as I love her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My mom continues to lead her outside and around the side ofthe house. I tag along close behind, wanting to hold my friend’s hand butafraid it might make things too hard on her if I do. The sidewalk we are onleads us to the back of the house, through a hallway and on into a garage witha sleek black car in it. Again my friend and I share a look and she says shedoesn’t want to leave but it would be better if she did because not only wouldshe be safe but so would I. At this moment I don’t care for my safety, I just don’twant her to leave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I walk around the car I suddenly find myself in thestreet, staring at the vehicle parked along the curb. I recognize the car as aRussian Zil, though it is considerably shorter than the typical Russianlimousine. As I stare at it the car moves out into the street as if it canglide sideways. This is confusing but I realize it must be my mom’s fault andnot me changing perspective.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Why did you park the car out in the middle of the street?”I look at her with wonder and ponder how she thought any other car would beable to get around her vehicle. I know old people have a harder time parkingclose to the curb but this is ridiculous.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She is about to get into the car to move it and drive myfriend away when the car begins to fade, as though it was a phantom. Theghostly image of the car becomes lighter and lighter and in less than tenseconds has disappeared completely. I am upset and freaking out, but it’s notthe disappearance of the car which bothers me. My friend has gone with the carand I am mad and hurt that I didn’t get to say goodbye. I feel wronged that shehad to leave at all, and I want her back.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wake up still feeling this way, and the image of her sadface remains ingrained in my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    5. Michael Ironside Wants My Crystals 05122012 - 1st Dream

      by , 05-13-2012 at 03:38 AM
      I had this dream during my first sleep period, so it's amazing I recall this much detail. I am still dreaming of celebrities. I had a few moments of lucidity towards the end when I jumped off the loading dock.

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m taking a class for some type of college credit. Thecourse has nothing to do with automotive skills yet it is being held in anauto-shop. Parts and equipment for fixing cars line the walls and are groupedin various spots around the room. Despite this, the room is quite clean, andhas a large carpeted section in the middle of the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The instructor looks similar to Michael Ironside, and evensounds like him. He is wearing a light blue coverall, and he paces as he talks.He is lecturing me and a group of co-ed students about something but I’m notlistening to his speech. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Sitting cross-legged on the floor, my attention is occupiedby a stuffed animal that someone left behind on the floor. As I turn it aroundin my hands I feel a sharp lump in the body, and I push against it to find outwhat is poking me. A small crystal emerges from the fluff of the toy bear, andI wonder how it got there. Surely no one would stick this there on purpose.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The crystal isn’t super-remarkable, other than being stuckinside a toy. It looks like the kind of blue-colored crystal often worn on necklacesby young teens or hippies who believe in crystal power. It does not have anymarkings or attachments to mount it to jewelry. It’s just a crystal.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Still wondering how it got there I start pushing around onthe toy and I find more crystals, some white, some clear, and these are largerthan the first one I found. Some are as big as my thumb, and amazingly they donot leave large holes in the toy as they emerge.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I peer down at the carpet and discover there are morecrystals in the floor. I begin digging at them, lifting them out with myfingertip and placing all the white and clear ones a small paper bag. The clearones seem more important than the colored ones, which I simply place into apile in front of me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The instructor stops pacing as he notices my growing pile ofcrystals, and he seems very interested in them. Without telling us why he setsan assignment for us to dig up and gather as many crystals as we can in onehours’ time. As I already have a head start I figure this should be an easytask. However, as I look around at my classmates gathering up their own pilesof shiny crystals I begin to doubt myself.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My classmates are nearly all female, and a couple of them seemto be working together. All the piles begin to grow quite rapidly as we findthe crystals in the floor, in stuffed animals, and even in plastic play-setsscattered around the room as though we were in a daycare for small children.The crystals that come from the toys and play-sets are even a pinkish hue as ifthe toy company had placed them there to be more attractive to girls.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the end of the allotted time I look around at thecrystals I’ve gathered and the piles of the other students. Other girls havepiles as big as mine, and I worry that I don’t have enough. Some of their pilesare made up of rounded lavender rocks and I don’t know why they have gatheredthem into piles but I fear that I should have found some also. Still, mycrystal piles are quite large, and I have even held some back for my ownpersonal use, which I can use to supplement my piles if needed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never see the instructor again. Instead of waiting for hisreturn I take a walk around the auto-shop, looking at various equipment andpiles of rocks. I eventually wander into the office and I see several importantpeople, as well as a black male worker. He is thin and dressed in coveralls andwhile his look appears bright he has been relegated to menial tasks and dirty jobs.I feel for him, seeing the supervisors enjoying their air-conditioned comfortin the office.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Turning slightly to my left I walk away from the office areaand head over to a loading dock. Knowing that I am dreaming I decide to jumpoff and see how my mind handles gravity. I fall but it’s slightly slower thanin real life. I land with a thump on the concrete below, and the feel issatisfying, but I know it’s not quite as strong as it would be in real life. Ifeel happy that my mind has come close to duplicating the real world.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wander up the light slope to a set of nearby stairs toreenter the building. It’s a sunny day and the bright light makes it hard tosee the interior of the garage. My eyes finally adjust to the dimmer room and Ifind that several auto workers, all black, have begun working on cars in theroom and the piles of crystals have been picked up and removed. I’m glad Istill have my paper bag of clear crystals, which I know are quite powerful. Ithink about taking them home and hoping they will still be with me when I wakeup. As I walk to the other side of the building towards the front exit I decidethe best place to put them would be in the bathroom at home, and I give the baga satisfying shake.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    6. Apocalyptic Coffee 05112012 - 2nd dream

      by , 05-13-2012 at 03:34 AM
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m lying in bed in my dream and the noise outside tells methat the world is in trouble, possibly a nuclear apocalypse, but instead ofpreparing for doom or looking after my kids my first instinct is to go to thekitchen and make coffee. Somehow I know that everything will be alright becauseI can make coffee and my friend will be happy to have some because I know I don’tdrink it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I tried putting on a robe but it wasn’t mine, and I didn’tlike the green color of my furniture anyway, though I can’t imagine what coffeeor my furniture has to do with the end of the world. What is important is thatI have six dollars in cash and eleven cents in pennies and this means I canpurchase a can of Fix-o-Flat down at the mart for my neighbor.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    7. I catch Saddam Hussein - 05112012 1st dream

      by , 05-13-2012 at 03:32 AM
      I have been trying to find Link at a lake recently, and I did not find him at the lake or the bistro table; but I did find Saddam!

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m on a drive in the hills in what appears to be acombination of California hills and the Alps. I’m on a high road in a vehicle,and off to my right and slightly below my elevation is a small lake, a body ofwater I can occasionally glimpse through the trees and in gaps between houses.I really want to get a better view of the lake, but every time I think I’mgoing to see it the view is obscured.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The vehicle I’m in is headed uphill to some unknowndestination. As we climb, different lakes are visible off to my right. Ipresume that I’m seeing different lakes as I climb up the hill; each oneappears to have a different shape and different volume. Sometimes they seemquite close to my level, as though a short walk would get me to the edge of thewater. Others seem far below me, hundreds of feet below and perhaps as much asa mile distant.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The scenery is beautiful. While I am driving up narrowstreets occupied on both sides by houses and small businesses, the view to myright is the occasional shot of tree-covered mountains, deep blue waters, andlake-side hotels of luxury. I really want to get out of the vehicle.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Ahead of me the road splits, and my dad, who seems to be driving,takes the road on the left. We don’t go more than 50 feet before we are stoppedby a table and chairs blocking the narrow road. A bistro with a storefront onthe road has set up a large table right in the middle of the street. The road, onlywide-enough to allow passage for one vehicle, is now impassable. I can’timagine why they would set up this table in the street, though I suspect it isfor me and my guest. Some thought crosses my mind that the restaurant waswaiting for me and some other person who has failed to show up. My concernsturn immediately back to the problem at hand.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To our right side and slightly below us is the other fork ofthe road. My suggestion for getting past the obstacle is to back up and takethe other road, and hope it leads to the same place. Moving forward isn’tworking at all as the bistro-owner won’t move the table and the water is nowrising around the van we are in. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Someone tells me the situation is okay because the van cantake a bit of water, though I doubt their information. The water has risen upover the hood of the van and is lapping gently at the bottom of the windshield.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My initial reaction is slight worry about the van and thepossibility of water coming into the passenger cabin. I look over at mydaughter and find her sleeping, her head resting upon her arm. She is aspeaceful as any child ever was while asleep, and this reassures me enough tostop worrying about the water.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]More comfortable with my surroundings I exit the van.Someone has to scout out the way ahead and figure out how to get the group pastthe table and other obstacles that might lay ahead. A little ways in front ofme the road makes a sharp turn around the corner of a building, and from thatcorner someone is shooting at me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I pull out my weapon and shoot back, ducking behind the nowupturned table as projectiles fly past me. I have the impression that theprojectiles are made of Play-Doh or some other colorful substance, and I’mcertain they are non-lethal. None of the impacts around me seem to cause anydamage, confirming my suspicions.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I move swiftly around the table to chase the shooter who hasdisappeared around the corner. What had been a road is now a brick-pavedsidewalk, and below me is a 50-foot drop to the water below. I’m not far behindwhoever I’m chasing and the sidewalk dead-ends at a brick wall, the only placeto hide being a few stacks of supplies and some crates.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I run to the end and what I took to be refuse and emptycrates was actually bags of flour and various food supplies. Finally getting agood look at my attacker’s face I realize I’m chasing Saddam Hussein, and I’ve accidentallystumbled upon his hiding place. All the people searching for him throughout theworld and I find him in this little alley with his bags of flour and stockpileof supplies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I only have a moment to realize I’m mad at him before we arefacing off, his back to a wall overhanging the water. I seize the moment andrear up with my foot, shoving him against the wall with a thump that knocks hisbreath out. Without a pause I kick at the crumbly wall next to him, sendingseveral ucubic feet of material plunging into the water below. Saddam, stillwithout breath and now nothing to hold onto, lands in the water on his face andslowly sinks into the depths, and it is clear I am seeing the last moments ofhis life. I feel little in the way of regrets.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head back along the tiny sidewalk, around the corner, anddown the path towards the van to tell everyone of my triumph. The table hasbeen cleared and the way is no longer blocked, but something feels out ofplace. I start to look around for whatever is picking at my mind when Isuddenly wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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    8. My Prescription for Ecstasy-05102012

      by , 05-13-2012 at 03:28 AM
      I love dreams that make no sense. Carrot, you are in this dream!

      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The first thing I recall is being in my apartment, though Isuspect activities happened in the dream before that. My apartment has brownshaggy carpet and a narrow window that extends from floor to ceiling. A shaftof sunlight comes in through the window and illuminates the floor and a smalltable.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Next to the small table is a soft chair and I sat down touse the phone. I call the pharmacy, because I want to get some ecstasy for meand my friend. Knowing that they will never just give it to me without a goodreason I invent a story that I am a war veteran with post-traumatic stressdisorder. I had heard about a local veteran being stressed and this seemed likea believable excuse.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The pharmacy never doubted my story for a second. Feelingtriumphant, I left my apartment and got into my car to head up the hill. I’venever had a pharmacy perched high on a hill before but this seemed like a goodplace for one in my dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking in I notice it looks like most pharmacies; clean,white, and filled with overflowing shelves of health products. I walk rightpast all these and up to a counter where a pharmacist is leaning over on hiselbows.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m here to pick up a couple of prescriptions.” I say tothe man, who shows no specific interest in me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He asks for my name and I tell him. He turns to his shelfand brings me one of the two scrips I phoned in. He then turns to his computerto check something, making me wait a moment while he figures something out. Hishead is down and he is not observing me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Finishing with the computer task he obtains my prescriptionand starts counting out pills. One by one he moves them along a blue tray andinto a catch area, counting out loud as he goes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Half of these are full strength and half of these are goingto be half-strength. You understand?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, Yes, I understand.” I wasn’t about to argue this point.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking up at me, he suddenly asks, “So, why do you need aprescription for ecstasy anyway?” [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think OH SHIT! I hadn’t really thought this perfectlythrough. I had my reason, but I certainly didn’t look the part. I NEED TO PLAYTHIS UP A BIT, I thought.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Placing my hand on my head and acting uncomfortable I said, “It’sbeen so difficult lately to get by.” I glanced up and shuffled my feet asthough I had a limp. I was doing my best to make him think I was the troubledwar veteran. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The pharmacist just gave me a non-committal look, as thoughnothing I said mattered to him. He slightly shrugged his right shoulder andsimply said, “Okay.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]If he hadn’t turned right then to head into the back of thepharmacy, he would have seen the look of relief wash over my face. I couldn’tbelieve he actually bought it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The pharmacist hadn’t been gone for even a minute before Ibegan to doubt myself. Perhaps he was in back calling the police. Maybe he wastalking to his boss about me. I had to find out.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding the only way to find out was to go where he had, Iwalked around the counter and down a hall towards a back room. Opening the doorI walked right in on the pharmacist and his partner, the other pharmacistworking in the store. Their white coats were gone and it was evident that theyhad been having butt sex.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stuck my hands in the air defensively and said, “Hey, whoa!I didn’t mean to walk in on you. I know how much you like butts. I like butts,too!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The two just looked at me but never said anything. It wasclear that I should just leave. I grabbed the bottle of medicine located on thelamp table to my left and exited quickly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking through the pharmacy I went ahead and took one ofthe ecstasy pills. I was hurrying, knowing it was lucky I even got themedicine. I uttered a huge sigh of relief when I was through the doors andoutside, knowing my chances of getting away from there with my prize were stillremote.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The taste of the pill is barely noticeable, but already Ican feel the effects of the drug in a mild way. The sensation is more like theanticipatory build-up to a drug experience than the actual effects of the drug.Still, it’s enough to get me excited as I get behind the wheel of my car andstart the engine. I feel exhilarated as I put the car in reverse and begin toback up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Glancing off to my left side I notice my friend has arrived,clearly on his way to the pharmacy to pick up his prescriptions. Like me, hewas supposed to pick up one legitimate prescription and one bottle of ecstasythat I had ordered for him. I decided I needed to talk to him before he made itinside so I pulled the car through the lot and parked along the curb near hisapproach path.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I had to roll down my window to get his attention. “Hey,dude!” I got him to come closer to me so I wouldn’t have to shout.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Yeah?” Something about his voice always sounded like he hadhis hands in his pockets and it didn’t matter what you told him, the answerwould always be something non-committal. Indeed, his hands were in his pockets,and the slouch of his body suggested he had the weight of the world on his shouldersbut he was used to it being there and he was just trying to get through hisTuesday.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Listen, I know I got you into this and you don’t have toget the prescription for ecstasy if you don’t want to, just please, don’t fuckme on this! That’s all I ask!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He took this in stride as though I had asked him to addfabric softener to the laundry load. He simply said, “Okay.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Okay.” I watched him walk away towards the pharmacy. As heentered the sliding doors I pulled away from the curb and onto the road whichled back down the hill.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I felt so light, so free, and I began speeding down theroad, faster than was probably safe. The road was wet and had several spotswhere the pavement flattened out before dropping off sharply, causing me tocatch air and land with a bump strong enough to make me wish I had slowed downa little. Still, I was making good time and was nearly at the bottom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The slope of the hill eased and became a mostly flat roadthat ran along a wide creek or small river. The water was contained bycobblestone walls from which people would hang their poles out over the waterand attempt to catch the fish-of-the-day. Mostly it was just a bunch of oldpeople that liked to get together and talk about sex.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went speeding by all these guys in my car, driving rightinto their fishing lines and equipment as though I belonged there more thanthey did. I upset several fishermen as I tangled their lines together and gotthem caught up under my wheels, though I didn’t come to a stop until I reachedthe end of the waterway, at which point the road made a sharp turn to the left.This is where I finally parked my car and got out, handing a net and some thickfishing line to the man who was standing closest to me. He was still yelling atme with his thick accent as I walked off through a nearby park and beyond to arestaurant with outdoor seating.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I strode right up to a long table about chest high where Ifound my mom waiting for me. I hop up onto a barstool type seat and beginlooking over the menu, telling her I’m glad to see she came. I briefly considertelling her about the ecstasy I consumed, but think better of it and decide notto a split second before my dad shows up. [/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I had not expected my dad to come to the dinner, and mydispleasure should be obvious. I’m clearly scowling and hunkering down in mychair like I didn’t want him to talk to me. I was bothered by everything abouthim, from his odd-looking beard to his Nehru jacket which seemed so out ofplace for this day and age. I wanted him to leave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He converses with my mom for a moment and she is polite tohim. As he excuses himself to visit the bathroom I ask her how she can havepatience for him and his act. She says something motherly about how time haspassed and I accept her answer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Realizing I need to go to the bathroom also I excuse myself,and as I walk from the table I find my mom needs to use the restroom also. Aswe approach the bathroom and the unusually long line I find I am standing nextto Carrot and we are talking while we wait for available stalls. We haven’teven entered the bathroom yet, still standing outside in the cold with aboutten other strangers who all need to pee. I start giggling about something andthis sets Carrot into a smiling fit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When free stalls finally open up we go running in to use thebathroom, our bladders overly full with piss from our beers. I don’t recallactually using the toilets but we came out pretty quick and went straight todrying our hands, skipping over anything to do with water or soap. The DysonAir Blade by the door warms up our hands in the cold air.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking out I pass the line for the men’s room and everyonein it is wearing lumberjack plaid, almost like what you’d expect if it was aplaid holiday. Some men even sported coonskin hats and thick gloves, though theweather didn’t seem cold enough for such accessories. I laughed with Carrot aswe ran away and back towards our table.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
    9. Dream 1 (non lucid)

      by , 05-12-2012 at 09:06 PM
      I could see my babysitter's face talking to me, and she had long black finger nails.
    10. 05.12.12

      by , 05-12-2012 at 08:17 PM
      Had a few dreams last night. But I was too lazy to write them down. However I remember the last one I had:

      - My paternal grandmother was badly injured in a house fire. I was angry with someone about it and worried she would die.
      - Someone (an authority figure of some sort) was trying to coerce me to do something. Eventually I gave in to please them. But either I woke up or another dream began because I never followed though with it.

      I think these dreams correlate with issues I'm having in RL. My subconscious was attempting to work through interpersonal problems I've yet to resolve.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    11. Friday 11th May 2012

      by , 05-12-2012 at 07:04 PM
      Last Nights Dream

      I'm in a room in a house, my Mom and a few other people are here. I have had a baby girl and she is very dark skinned like a Jamaican, my Mom is also dark skinned the same. I say to my Mom "she's just like you look" I hold the baby up to her then I say "she's got your skin colour" ((lol, I didn't realise their skin colour was wrong)) I look at my baby girl and say "it's amazing you know, I ve had a hysterectomy but can still have babies!!)) D
    12. Thursday 10th May 2012

      by , 05-12-2012 at 06:59 PM
      Last Nights Dreams
      Dream 1 ((A few false awakenings))

      I had only been asleep for half an hour.
      I'm lying in bed and cuddling up to my hubby then I nod off ((this is all a dream)) when I wake up my hubby is running his fingers through my hair. I think to myself "blimey, I didn't like that dream I just had". I try to cuddle back up to my hubby but then I feel something pull my hair really hard, I now realise I'm under the duvet so I get the duvet off my head and I see my hubby, he's sitting up slightly and tickling my legs so I think "ohh shit, the bad things about, that must have been what pulled my hair!". I now hear my hubby say "Lucy..what you doing?" I think "who the fuck is Lucy!" I now panick and think "ohh god, I'm stuck in a bad SP here" ((a false awakening never came to mind at the time..doh!! Lol)) I now start shouting my hubby but it comes out funny like my lips are fat and I can't speak properly, I continue shouting my hubby and I'm trying to hold his hand because I'm scared but he says "fuck off ya daft twat" in a joking way, I say "what?!" in a worried voice, he says "your hands are wobbly" I worry about this and say "what do you mean?" my hubby laughs and says "I just had a dream that I was in Mario World and I tried to hit your hands with something and they were wobbly" I'm now feeling confused and then I feel very different. I look at my hubby and he's fast asleep, I think "that was a dream!, blimey I didn't realise" then I wake up again and wake up for real this time. I'm lying still in bed and get a massive vibration in my head and my head throbs, after a few seconds I get another but not as strong, then another which is weaker still, then I get up and write this.

      Dream 2

      My daughter P is doing something with a curtain and a car, she comes in and has her pyjamas on. I say something to her and she says "suppose so" in a very sarcastic manner, I say "don't talk to me like that!" and she says "do I look fuckin bothered!" I now grab her and say "go to your room now....get up them stairs!" I push her and she face slams into the door frame then she storms upstairs. I follow her up and she is in her sisters room, her sister is saying to her "I don't blame mom...you can't treat her like that!" I go into L's room and say to P.."get out now!!" and I drag her to her bed and hurt her finger in the process. I lean over her and check her finger and the tip of it is all red and I feel quite guilty but I still say "serves you bloody right!"
      ((what an awfull dream...urghhhh!!!))

      Dream 3

      I'm with Ricky and Bianca from Eastenders, they are both pissed and I help them home. Ricky falls at the door and is just slumped on the floor. I try to pick him up but touch some sick on his coat and drop him again . Ricky now gets up himself and I carry Bianca inside. There are blankets on the settee and a pillow, I puff the pillow up and lie her down on the sofa and then try and pull the sheet under her straighter. Everyone there is taking fizzies ((strong co-codamol)) I wait till everyone is gone and then I pinch one off the unit, I put it in my water but then realise its a toffee! I look for another one but they are all gone. ((dream skip))
      I'm up the table with other people and someone mentions about the fizzies and a bloke who is up the table with us says "well nice to meet you, I'm Detective Inspector so & so", he tells us how the fizzies make your belly swell up and are not good. He says I need testing on the machine at work before I go on Duty again. I have a bad knee and he says "it's because of the tablets" I say "no, no..I had fluid on my hip when I was 10 so it's probably that again" he says "the police insurance will pay for a new knee for me and I say "try then" he then says "An NHS one will only last 5 years" . Some young lads now come and look at my knee and they start hitting it etc. . It's very swollen and after about 5 minutes of them hitting it I say "hey your not Doctors..sod off!!" they laugh then go.
    13. 5/12/12 | Crazy small people

      by , 05-12-2012 at 04:21 PM
      This is a short one as I don't remember the whole thing as it happened awhile ago.

      But I was in a little lounge and there was 2 midgets (no offence) and they we're fighting, the girl was hitting the guy on top of the head with a trophy or something. It was very funny.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    14. Starting all over again

      by , 05-12-2012 at 03:55 PM (DarkSider's Dream Journal)
      I decided to finally get back into lucid dreaming, seeing as summer is close and I will have much more free time on my hands.


      12.05.2012
      Too much anime.. (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Not much I can remember, it's been a while since I've recalled my dreams, so this is just a mere fragment.
      The setting was a bridge, a big bridge. I remember using many cool and powerful techniques to defeat my enemies. I may or may not remember being alone, but I think I had allies.
      I remembered the dream quite clearly while laying in bed, but it just faded by the time I wrote it down.
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    15. Non Lucid: May 11th 2012

      by , 05-12-2012 at 03:32 PM (Kogami's Dream Journal)
      I am playing a card game I used to play when I was younger. All of a sudden, I am accused of possessing illegal cards by my friend AH. I am dragged off to some kind of court. It really is just a room with a bunch of men and women I know from real life. I go on trial and an extensive investigation ensues. After being vetted and found innocent, some of the people are mad and frustrated that I wasn't convicted but most are indifferent and leave. I am left in a room with AH. I become very angry with him because he betrayed me and dragged me off to court. I begin yelling in his face and make a couple of points. <Scene fades to black> I am now in the ocean. It is the Pacific ocean; for some reason I am in California. I am about 200 meters off shore and the surf is moderate. I notice a zebra swimming next to me and I reach out and touch it. As soon as I do, it begins to sink as though I attached a lead weight to it. My friends arrive, but not in time to save the zebra. <Scene fades to black again> I am in a beach house overlooking the coast I was just swimming in. The outside of the house is a brilliant white. Inside is a woman I don't recognize, just an archetype for a mother figure probably. The memory is extremely fragmented from here. There is a white rug, animal fur probably and orange juice on the counter. Its around 8AM and I feel like I've been hit in the head. I can hear the Ocean. <Dream ends>
      Kogami
      5/12/2012 8:31PM
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment