non-lucid

1/9/12

Brussels Sprout

I enter the dream sitting behind a computer, reading a thread of conversation on facebook between my unicyclist friends, we are discussing a possible trip away. When I read the text I can hear their voices inside my head, as though it is real conversation. We eventually decide upon brussles as our destination (I had just done a sketch of a brussle sprout flying though space before I went to bed). I can hear James talking about how Brussles would be a good place to go and that the only brussle sprout that he knew (thats what he called people from brussles) was a good person - he said that when he was young his father left the family and one of his friends dads was from brussles took over as his father figure and would do impressions of his dad. His mum kind of went off the rails and he remembers at one dinner when she came downstairs wearing nothing but her underware after being with another man.
At this point the dreamscape has changed and I am in a dark room listening to James speak (he is actualy present now). While he is talking I get a vision of a racing game in my mind. The cars are little sprint cars with advertising on the front which reads "Michellen.. Maybe." I joke that the 'maybe' is there incase they lose and would say that they werent Michellen afterall. It seems that the game is in my mind but James can see it too. We spend a bit of time racing on a large track in a pine forest. I am doing well right until the final corner when I take it too fast and swing really wide. All the other cars pass me and head down the final straight. Somehow I manage to accellerate fast enough to catch up and just pass them in time to win the race.
We continue to race for a while more - James is just watching now and and my sister and Dad have showed up.
Somewhere I get the idea to use the controller as a skateboard and direct the car by leaning on it as you would steer a skateboard - this makes me go EXTREMELY fast, I can feel the speed of the car as though I am inside it, it feels as though I am going over 300kmh.
I lap all the cars and am going to win easily... Until the final straight... again.
This time I bump between some roadcones and start to spin out of controll, I thin catch my front typre on something and get flipped over, doing at least 6 or 7 spins in mid-air before coming to a stop. All the cars pass me and this time i come dead last.
After returning my focus to the room I ask dad how fast I was going - he mumbles something unintelligible and then my alarm wakes me up.

08.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I don't remember the exact order where these dreams started.

Dream 1:

I had my foot on a long stranded rope and my arms where holding onto plastic bars. I look down and see that I'm way above the ground. My feet start shaking and I feel like I can fall any moment, but I hold on to the bars very tightly.



Eventually, a DC comes my way and I ask him if he can go back before trying to pass me (and possibly making me fall to my death). So he helps me get back to a safe surface near the same area we're in. He takes off parts of the bars connected together and re-arranges them to where we both can go back to safe ground.

But really dude, all you had to do was move back to where you were, you didn't need to do all that fancy crap while I'm shivering like crazy.

Dream 2:

I knew watching Hentai was going to go back and haunt me...it was a short dream, but oddly I remembered all the fine details.Shemales (Hentai ones actually, so Futanari I gues.s..) having hot sex, it was basically a scene and then another scene. It started with them pleasuring their private parts and giving fellatio.

Then they had their bodies really close together and were just rubbing the sides of their abnormally large penises by humping back and forth (no surprise there), and they were ejaculating and making kinky moans that just made the experience sadly more enjoying for me.

Apparently they failed to do something, so they had to engage in a threesome with a guy.

ugh........

Dream 3:

I'm shooting zombies (think I'm playing the video game instead of me being in it; and I've noticed I've been playing as Leon or actually am him sometimes lately...and he is a blonde, but if it's blondes, it's normally females, I don't know...maybe a sign?) in the village area, and I'm trying to kill time to wait for the Chainsaw dude to show up. I got annoyed shooting the zombies and somehow was jumping over them.



The Chainsaw guy finally comes, but he has no chainsaw, he comes charging at me like a retard.



Dream 4:

I was fingering a girl anally, enough said. Outcome did not go out so well, at least for my right index finger.

Dream 5:

I'm having a conversation with a DC who resembles someone I knew in waking life who is currently in Afghanistan as a soldier. I think when he leaves, a DC is giving him a bag from McDonalds.



He wonders if he should accept this offer, and eventually agrees to take the meal. Inside the meal was A LOT of french fries and other stuff.

God damn it.


Then I tried to practice the FIELD method. Didn't work out so well random movements with the mouse while I was sleeping opened up my anti-virus program to give me that sense of satisfaction that I'm being protected...LOL.

I even did auto-hide on my task bar before that too. Sigh...but I did recall more random dreams.

Dream 6:

A black DC in a dark room was getting a blowjob from a lady, he is teleporting to outside saying that he doesn't like to provide services to people who worked already and are already tired. (okaaaaaaaay? What was the point of that?)

He teleports away, I run towards and area where there are birds, and I see like 4 yellow chicks. The other birds didn't fly away from me surprisingly, and I had the urge to just grab the chicks and just hug them.



Then one bird tried to defend one of the chicks, but I wave my hand to make it move away.

I call someone to come over where I was to see the chicks.

Dream 7:

Everything is like playing Skyrim, and I don't even own the game. I'm inside of a house, and there's one DC sitting down doing something. The other DC is walking about, so I decide to punch him.

He gets mad and starts hitting me, but eventually I get a sword and start slashing him. I stabbed him somewhere near the lower regions of his stomach, and he falls down. I think I escaped because he looked pretty strong.


Dream 8:

I was Lala from To Love Ru. Someone told me that I had to return a bra to a girl living in an apartment without her noticing, and I couldn't fly too much or even walk more than 1,000 steps to get there. (And I think I stumbled upon 4 people on horses in knight armor too while I'm on my way to the apartment).



Eventually I reach there, and to trick the girl inside, I tapped one side of the window to make her go over there, and then quickly went to the other window to drop off the bra.

She turns around and goes "Huh?" but I quickly hide from her. Then for some reason I'm inside the apartment, and before she turns around again, I try to climb out the window, and I'm hanging on the ledge and fall down.



I didn't die or anything, but I don't remember what happened after. But I now I remember the girl I had to send the bra to looked almost like Haruna from To Love Ru as well.

Hey guys. Been getting a little lazy so my LD count is going downhill. But I'll get unlazy ASAP. But I'm sick so I'm not too motivated. I'm also just gonna post in all one color from now on. But it doesn't matter, you'll know when I'm lucid cause I always say it in my entries anyway.

1/3/12(Early Morning)

** I find myself with Zaine and his friend who's name I can't remember. We are in some sort of house. We're in the bedroom watching television, but I can't recall what's on. I do recall the television is big and gray. It has an antenna on it.*
** The room itself had two beds. Their is one window and one door. The door is plain white. The paint job appears to be fresh. The walls in the room are kind of manilla-tan colored.*
** It is just a normal gloomy day outside however. Grey clouds blocking the Sun, no light. It looks as if it is*about to rain outside.*
** I do recall an EAS broadcast on the TV. But the annoying alarm they use is different from usual. It was deeper, but louder and more annoying. I immediately turn the TV off. I hate that alarm.*
** Zaine and his friend seem unaffected by this. As if they don't care. I'm sure nothing good is on TV anyway. There never ever is.*
** This house represents Christianity in some sort of way. I'm too sure how it does. I think it's just a Ministry House.*
** We now open the door, and we see two guys enter a room across the hall. It's more than obvious the two are a gay couple. That's disturbing...
** I quickly shut the door before we have to witness anything else. Thank God...
** It doesn't make sense to me though. How can you be gay and Christian? One should cancel out the other. It'd only make sense if the two were to become straight and repent later in life.*
** I point this out to Zaine and his friend, who're also confused. The concept doesn't make any sense. Oh well, it's not something to think on and on about forever is it?
** After sitting around for awhile, we decide to leave. I crack the door open and look out. The two men have left their door slightly open. I look the opposite way as I make my way out. I'm lucky they weren't doing anything.*
** My walk out of the Ministry House is very vivid. I don't recall the hallways or doors I went through to get out.*
** Our present state is in a field that I could see from the room window. It was across the street next to a brick building. If I recall correctly, the border lines are blue bricks and inside are white bricks. I can't recall the walk to here either.*
** Everything is starting to come together now. All of these things are too suspicious and bizarre. When did I move into a Ministry House? There aren't any gay people in the Ministry I'm in(I'm pretty sure anyway...). Zaine and his friend aren't in the Ministry. This is all just a dream!
** I am now lucid. My first lucid in awhile in fact. This lightens me greatly. I don't recall my current goal though. The TOTY. I was to do the 1970s task. Go to New York 1973, go to the now new and finished Twin Towers, jump off one of them, and live. Hell, when the time comes though, I'll jump off both for the thrill!*
** The dream is far too vivid. I can't recall the task at all. So, I decide to leave some foolish DCs shitless. I bet Zaine and his friend(I forget if I bet him too or not) $100 that I can fly on my first try(rhymes!). They(or he, still kinda shaky on it) take the bet.*
** "Fools." I mutter under my breath. I now take myself a good distance back. Zaine and his friend appear to be on the verge of laughter.*
** I now take a running start. I jump up into the air, but I don't fall down. I keep moving up. I stop myself in midair. I see Zaine and his friend's faces of amazement, shock, astonishment, etc.*
** However, after this point the dream begins to fade, an is soon gone. I now awake from the dream.*

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an office. The office was like a hallway of big, heavy desks, rather than a big floor full of cubicles. There was some kind of dull, greenish, fluorescent light. But daylight flowed in through windows, giving the atmosphere more of a gold-white feel.

I stood before some desk. I had probably been given some task by "my boss," who then walked away. There was a stack of papers on the desk. I picked it up and turned away from the desk, as if I were going to walk to my own workspace.

But the hallway was now blocked all the way across by the desk of one of my old senior co-workers, RW. RW sat at his desk. In the usual mild manner he took with me, he asked me if I was happy with my new position. Apparently I was doing research on semiconductors.

I bashfully giggled and told RW it was okay. RW said, "Well, I certainly don't think I could do something like what you're doing. It would be too much for me, just picking up on semis like that. That's really hard."

I just giggled and smiled. I couldn't do anything else. RW, who does research on diagnostic equipment and PBMs, had a reputation for being extremely witty, incisive, and self-assured. He could cut anybody down. But he'd always been gentle with me. Even now, I didn't want to spoil my unique relationship with RW by getting over-confident.

But RW said, "Now, come on! You have to admit that what you're doing is pretty good!"

I didn't know what to say. I think I might have started to talk about how I thought RW's research was really cool. But before I could say that, I think RW started talking about how his reseach wasn't so difficult.

Dream #2

I was in an auditorium full of high schoolers or college kids. There was a group of high-level officials on the stage. The stage was really high up, compared to the seats. I was in the third or fourth row. But I often saw as if I were a video camera, closed right up on the group.

The group all stood in a kind of random fashion. There weren't any podiums. I'm pretty sure there weren't even any mics. There was no decoration on the stage, either. It was just a bare stage.

The people on stage were from all over the world. There was some kind of major announcement being made. It had to do with some decision of President Obama's.

But the main person, who was to make the bulk of the announcement, was alternately Obama and some tall, bald, white, slightly overweight man. But even when the man was Obama, he spoke of Obama in the third person.

The man first asked a woman to leave the room. The woman's name was something like Piti or Peetee. She looked (to my reflection now) Iranian. She had short hair in a kind of Jackie-O cut. She had pale, olive-colored skin, and a healthy, round figure. Her dress was pale blue-grey. But the fabric was really strange, like a mix between terry cloth and cashmere.

Piti left through a door to a stairwell, on the right (my right) of the stage. After she left, the man said that Piti had already determined that if Obama's decision was unfavorable to her, she would take some kind of action against him. Apparently Obama had already done something to Piti, basically barring her from making any appearances in the United States.

But Obama's decision was going to go against Piti's desires. The man explained to all of us that Piti basically had control over all of Southeast Asia. She could bar (I think the man called it "sanction" in the dream) Obama from Southeast Asia, just as he'd barred her from the United States.

It was pretty obvious (I don't know why) that it was a lot worse for Obama being "sanctioned" from Southeast Asia than it was for Piti to be barred from the United States. But it seemed pretty obvious, as well, that Obama wouldn't tolerate this sanction. So we were all basically told to prepare for a conflict.

The man had now, apparently, handed out paper presentations to all of us. The presentation was, I think, an argument for why we should aim for some kind of compromise, rather than heading into a conflict. But the presentations were all in Chinese.

A boy asked the man (who may now have been alone on the stage) if he could give an English translation of the presentation. I turned around so I could see the boy. The auditorium was huge! And it was packed -- full of high school or college students!

The boy sat at a folding chair along the right wall. He was an Asian boy with a squarish, shortish haircut, squarish glasses, and a dark blue winter jacket.

The man may have voiced a little disappointment that the boy needed translation. But there was a girl, also Asian, sitting with a female friend. This girl actually yelled back to the boy, "Why do you need a translation? Didn't you study your own language, like everybody else does?"

The boy said something like, "Well, yeah, I studied. But I just thought if we got a little translation here and there, it could help us get through the rest of the text faster on our own."

The girl sighed at the boy, like she couldn't believe what a lazy excuse-maker he was. I turned back forward and looked at my text as the girl said, "It basically says that China believes, if the whole world cooperated, we could reach the ends of the universe, with the energy we have right now."

I looked at the presentation in the hands of the girl to my left. There was a screenshot printed on the page. The shot was of some YouTube video, showing some view of the universe. The sky was mostly black, with just a few faint dots of stars.

For some reason I was now running to the bathroom. I was somehow involved with some meeting with President Obama. But it also had to do with some branch of Satanism. The branch was named something like Gen Schele. But "Gen" may have been "Glen." And "Schele" may have been "Shell" or "Schnell."

Obama had possibly already explained something to me about the government, this cult, and some decision being made in international affairs. I really disapproved of it. I thought it would end with a lot of people dying. But I thought it would be weak to voice my disapproval. And I acted like it was perfectly natural.

But now I needed to go to the bathroom so bad! I was running toward a restroom. I was wearing khaki shorts for some reason (great way to meet the President, right?). And now I couldn't hold my pee anymore. The inner thighs of my shorts were all soaked.

I didn't think it was so bad. If I got to the bathroom and to a urinal, I could pee the rest of the way in there. Then my shorts would likely dry quickly.

I was in a bathroom now, peeing in a urinal. But my pee was coming out so much, so forcibly, that I was still spraying all over my shorts, making them even more and more soaked. Plus, I just wasn't stopping! I had peed so much that the urinal was completely full. A huge puddle was already forming on the floor.

At some point Obama saw me. He asked me, with a bit of disappointment and disdain, what was bothering me so much. I didn't want to tell him what was bothering me. I didn't want him to think I was weak. But I'm pretty sure he knew what was bothering me.

I just wanted, really badly, to finish peeing, so I could go into one of the stalls, crouch into a fetal position, and just lie there until my shorts finally dried.

(When I woke up, I seriously expected to find that I'd wet the bed, my dream was so vivid. But, thankfully, I did not. Also -- just as a side note, the "Gen Schele" might be a mix-up of the name of the artist Egon Schiele, and also of the name Rothschild. I've been reading about the Rothschilds lately.)

I was in the backyard at my dads house with my brother and my cousin. There were two pools instead of one. My cousin and brother kept jumping over the first pool and landing on the concrete between the first and second pool. I didn't get why they were, but I knew they were doing it on purpose.

08.01.2012

Escape + Beached Gorrilla (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
This is the first new entry in my dream journal since 2009. I am trying to get back into it. No lucids here but I know it is only a matter of time if I stick with it.

I live on a world that has been entirely taken over by fascists - typical arrogant long-black-coat wearing military types. Anyway there is a resistance movement but it is too dangerous to be organised - even talking in code is immediately noticed so we communicate using only eye contact, and then only when it is safe to do so.
So, I do this really dangerous sabotage on one of their bases, involves really risky sneaking about. I do it and get away but before I am clear they notice the sabotage and begin hunting for the culprit. I am running across country trying to cover as much ground as possible but I have been cut and am bleeding, and they are using dogs. I feel I will be caught even though I am using tricks like running along shallow rivers and stuff - I feel they are toying with me. There is a lot more to this dream, I get harboured by this big community - lots of kids running around, and I employ someone to fix up a shelter I have acquired, but it is just fragments.


I have a few other interesting dreams, but I cannot remember more than fragments, so I try WBTB, and have this dream...

A huge (almost king-kong size) gorilla had become beached (as in like a whale) after a fight with something - a shark maybe - anyway it had a bad injury to it's head, but it is concious and sitting up. I was sort of watching all this from a distance but there was a news reporter narrating details. Apparantly the gorilla's head injury is so bad there is a hole to it's brain and they are going to use a precision guided missile to cauterise it (the gorilla is too dangerous to get close to). I think, 'WTF?', and I go to the BBC website to see if this is for real (duh!) There is a big list of reasons why they have to close the hole in it's head before they can release it back to the wild - it might put something in and damage it's brain, or another gorilla might, or it might get infected, there was a big list of daft reasons but I can't remember.
Anyway, I watch this procedure and it works - they fire the missile from a helecopter and the hole gets sealed.
I think it is really cool how they did this.

Once again, I went to sleep listening to some binaural beats from ninjasleeper. Vivid dreams again, I think this one was like an hour long.

Dream
I'm on a planet that looked like Felucia mixed with Iacon from Transformers. It was futuristic and organic so I named it Cyber-Fungal, it was a bit of a jungle tbh.

I was with two other people, one was a girl who looked like Max from Batman Beyond and one could've been Gandalf but I get a strong feeling it was Jack Bauer, the girl could change into water which came in handy wbecause most of the dream involved us going through sewers and pipes. The man didn't have any powers I don't think but he was the leader so I followed him.

We got to a section of the city which was high up, probably a roof or fire escape. The girl had died I can't remember how but she was gone. Me and the other guy saw a huge Chinese/Taiwanese puppet/toy in the sky, it was huge and its fingers were connected to the city. I'm guessing it was the thing we had to free the people from.

Being severely outmatched we called it a day and retreated.
Still, shoulda gone lucid, especially being on another planet.

12.07.2009

Weird Marina Dream (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am by the sea, some kind of marina. A beautiful sunny day, blue sky and sea. Lots of people in the water, swimming, small boats, peddlos, and dingys and such like.
I am like a third persom flycam or something - I don't remember having a body and my perspective is panning and zooming over and in amongst it all.
There is this big afro guy with dreadlocks and a bright spandex type swimsuit. He is becoming the centre of everyones attention. He is wearing these skates that are like mini jet-skis, some new invention. He is skating on the water posing lots and impressing everybody, I think he must be making an advertisment for those new skates or something but I think he is actually being a bit dangerous and people are getting a bit pissed off with him after a bit of his antics....I wake up...

Here is another day with no dream recall. When I woke up this morning I thought I remembered something, but my kitty wouldn't let me focus on it long enough to get hold of the memory. Oh, well... that's the cost of waking up next to a cute face each morning... and it's sooooo worth it!

sun January 7th 2012
0:00-9:00

Same thing as last night: no experiments, need sleep. Breathing & mantras.

1. I'm driving with my dad and my brother in a car. I'm not allowed to drive irl yet. My mom follows us on a scooter. I kinda suck at it: keep forgetting to cross intersections from the right lane, not using my turn signals. I also drove into a school, which was like a maze that I couldn't get out from. My biggest fear is that I won't be able to brake, because the pedal feels very hard, like I don't have enough strength to use it's full potential. I've had this dream 3-4 times now, this is the first time it got messy. I always take the same road, but this time I derailed from it.

2. Can only remember fragments from this dream. It's located in a cafe, especially in a room on the second floor with a balcony. Again I'm not sure what part I play. There is a tall woman, she's probably the waitress. There is an older lady (she must be the owner). There are two guys (they must be the ones running the bar for the older lady), the younger one is more handsome - he's the one the girl is interested in. The guys leave for some time and when they get back in their American-type convertible, they enter through the backdoor. It's a black steel plate with a white painting on it: like a ghost or a witch. Upon return they discover that the younger woman had a child. The kid is in a buggy on the balcony. The woman died her hair to a dark color (I'm not sure how it was before, though). She's pleading the younger fella to have another kid with her. He tells her this bar is no place for a child. She points out that her current child is just fine here (the one on the balcony, with a ridiculous name I can't remember: something like Butter or Sunflower).

Note to self: STAY IN BED. SAY: "WHAT DID I JUST DREAM?"

Thebeastofold's Dream


Started out, i was walking along the highway near where i work, and i walked over to a car and got in...and whoever was driving, i couldnt see their face, drove right past my work...i was going to tell them to stop, then changed my mind and decided to skip work...we pulled up in front of a house somewhere and my mom was standing outside in the driveway...i thought to myself..she's seeing the doctor again?!?!?!? she walked in the house and i ran in after her, and when i saw who i thought was the doctor, i reached into both of my pockets and pulled 2 huge stacks of misc business cards O_o i started handing them to the guy and all of a sudden i found myself in the top bunk of a bunk beds..the guy walked into the room and i realized there were tons of business cards under the covers, so i started grabbing big handfuls of cards and either handing them or throwing them at the guy, and finally he got mad and left the room and i jumped down and ran out after him and when i got into the next room i handed him 2 more big stacks of business cards and all of a sudden i was standing at the bottom of a huge cliff in a big group of people crowding around a small table and i was trying to see what exactly was on the table..i couldnt see the table, but i heard someone calling my name "thebeastofold!!" and i looked up and there was an oriental lady hanging on the side of the cliff in a climbing harness etc. i yelled "windhover!"......i felt like i was just starting to become lucid then woke up...bummer......

This is the result of playing Skyrim for a few hours before going to bed. I was at my school, it looked sorta the same, but not really. It was dark and had a Skyrim look to it. I remember being outside where those small one room buildings are. (Forgot what they're called.) It was a bit run down though. I remember being with a few people, and someone got ran over by something. I got the idea to dig a grave, but when I would put the shovel into the dirt and then pull it back out, no dirt came with it. Then this one guy that was near me got the idea to use his hands, and the dirt came out. Once we dug the grave we burried him and went towards the buildings. They were stacked in stories kind of. With at least four stories, and two rows. We were looking for my health class, but came across the wrong building. The others were puzzled, so somehow I brought up my map that was exactly like the one in Skyrim, just it showed where we were. I found the right building was above us. At that point I got into another dream.

8th Dream of 2012

Well, this is my first entry so i guess i will jump right in.

for the last couple of weeks i have been trying to obtain WILD skills and so far have had a few close calls. Last night was a slap in the face as i fell asleep while trying WILD and actually dreamed i was awake thinking of how to lucid dream.lol. This is not the first time this has happened, and it is so aggrivating! But i wont give up. In one of my WILD attemps, i had blinking lights, then one dream i had was a strange thing; i dreamed very clearly the saying, "ask and you shall recieve" the next day, i heard this term 3 times

Again, recall was poor and only fragments, but I'm actually considering that kind of good - I only slept five hours, so remembering anything is pretty good after all. Tonight I'll go through one of my favorite dreams ever.

Gang Wars II: The Infiltration
Date: May 15th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was near one local place, basically equivalent of community center. I was one a backseat of a Mercedes as the car drifted past the community center. There's a school next to it and I was to infiltrate that area. Yeah, I was some kind of agent or something. My hometown was in some kind of gang warfare, that was what I intuitively "knew" about the situation It was dusk, I guess, since it was a bit dark.

There was some guy patrolling in front of the building. He had a pistol on his hand. He looked the Mercedes and seemed suspicious, but let it pass. The Mercedes turned to rowhouses that were next to the building, with some trees and field between them to block the sight.


I jumped out of the car and started moving within the thin trees and then over the field. My mission was to contact a mole that was working undercover in the ranks of the enemy gang, or something like that. When I arrived to the place, there was some other buildings beneath the community center that really aren't there,
but the area was a bit different anyway in the dream. I peeked around the corner of one of the buildings and saw some maintenance guy. I was about to shoot the guy with my silenced pistol, but then I realized that the place was crawling with guards.

The guards in general were youngish guys, where as maintenance guys - who were also everywhere - were basic, middle-aged men, just what you would expect. But what the hell could take so much maintenance?

I wasn't feeling very patient, so I hoped that darkness would cloak my movements as I sprinted out to the sight. I tried to make it between other buildings in the other side. For some reason it seemed like there was more light all the sudden and I was obviously seen. Fuck. Not quite as smooth as James Bond.

I realized that men behind me had certainly seen me already, so I was in a hurry. I continued running and ran into a guard that emerged from between the buildings. Instead of defending himself, the guy lifted his radio to call out the alarm. I shot him. Admirable (or stupid) to sacrifice your own life just to let others know that there is somebody uninvited in. Especially since I was already seen.

I continued my running from between the buildings. Now I had no destination - I was just running somewhere for the sake of running away. This time I met two guards at the same time! I shot one of the guys as I was running towards them. Instead of shooting me, the other guy picked up his buddy's pistol and extended his arm to give it to me. Now I can shoot with two pistols, I thought! I realized that this must be the guy I was looking for. Nice luck.

My mission was to contact him and probably to tell others as well what he said. Well I forgot it, so I guess that's mission failed. Anyway, I still had to get out of there alive.

I continued running and actually the next place I remember is in reality over a mile away from the community center, but I guess in the dream it was closer. I was running on the road by our neighbors and there was some tall guy on their yard - and of course some other gang members as well.

I raised the gun that I had gotten in the enemy's base and pulled the trigger. Click. What? There's no ammo in their guns? What the fuck? I think we are going to win this gang war. Anyway, my original pistol was still working, but my shots were scattering all over creation. There's a downhill after the house and I disappeared down it, from my enemy's perspective. Soon the tall guy ran behind me. He was at the top of the hill and pulled out a sawed-off shotgun. He started screaming after me:
"I'll take care of you! Like I did last time!"

So apparently this is a sequel. Shame that I didn't see the original, I guess it was awesome.

The guy started shooting at me. Instead of staying with my back to him and protecting the back of my head, I kept looking over my shoulder at him and then somehow put my hands in the x-shape in front of my face to protect it from the shots. Some shots still went through and hit my forehead, but they didn't cause serious damage. I didn't experience any pain. I saw myself from outside of me, like in a movie, and noticed that lines of blood were pouring down my face from the wounds the shots caused.

Dream started to fade, but it was near it's logical conclusion anyway. I didn't stay to fight the tall guy, instead I ran home and got away with it.

With Tara, Grandma and I outside some fancy natural gym which was just literally just around the corner from Grammar.
Tara gave me a large rectangular piece or wood, about the same size as me, with thin slabs of marble glued to the side. She said it was a skateboard.
I tried to slide on the grass using it as a body board, but I didn't get very far. I scooted around the field on it for a bit.
I was in the middle of the field and this kid was coming toward me. I hurried forward on my marble slab and saw a wallet on the ground. I picked it up, and went to a playground in the corner of the field and hid it in the bushes. Then Grayson found me and said he was looking for his dad's wallet. I ran him around for a bit before telling him it was in the bushes.