non-lucid

25.09.2011

9/25/11 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'll post multiple dreams per entry.

1. Being a Bad Student

I was in my AP French/Film classroom. Except, it wasn't my AP French/Film classroom. It was one of those unexplainable dream-location-switches...and, despite the elongated desks, the real blackboards, and the sky's unnatural purple color, I believed every second of it. We were doing some dull pre-production work, and Mr. Casinghino, my eternally busy AP French/Film teacher, was supervising. As usual, I was goofing off with my good friend Keith Congden, and Mr. Casinghino's passive-aggressive frustration was reaching exciting new heights.

I don't remember much besides that. I've always been afraid of losing this teacher's favor, and he's seen a little more of my goofing off lately, so I guess my fears have decided to manifest themselves this way.


2. South America and 2001

In this dream, I was somehow stationed somewhere near the Amazon Rainforest. I can't remember exactly what my excuse for being there was, but, naturally, I started by exploring the surrounding forests and rivers on my own. It was all Indiana Jones-like, with lots of dry dusty temples and large tan rocks. The climate wasn't Amazonian at all, though; I'd consider it a mix of the Outback and the African Rainforests, but with some misplaced Mayan culture scattered at random. And, though the foliage wasn't very dense, I found the setting confusing enough to get lost in.

Eventually, I started bringing new "friends" -innocuous, non-existent beings whose made-up names I cannot currently remember- with me on my trips into the Afro-Australian wilderness. And we continued to get lost, until we got so lost that my parents decided to gather a search party and find us.

At that point, the imaginary friends and I had finally found our way to the mother of all ancient structures; a giant, carved rock precipice, covered in forgotten symbols. By the time my parents arrived, we had already scaled near half of it, and we waited for them in a creepy stone cave. When they reacher us, we (or the bizarre nature of the rock's markings) convinced them to climb higher. However, all was not well when we made it to the stone's top. In true 2001: A Space Odyssey style, the rock Monolith was an artifact from an alien civilization. But, as I discovered when they tortured and killed my family, not a benevolent one.

I woke up saying, "Arthur C. Clarke was wrong, Arthur C. Clarke was wrong." And, if I'm to rationalize this dream as well, I'd say it was the product of reading far too much H. P. Lovecraft.

And, er...I'm back.

Mayatara's Dream

Thugs
With Zilla and Riverstone at my hometown. We just left my mom's and we're going down the street when some thugs get out of a car at the end of the street and start pointing guns to people and robbing them. One of the guys, a chunky Mexican looking guy, points a small black revolver to my face. I evaluate the situation, notice that the other guys are busy with their own victims, so I react very quickly by stealing the gun and pointing it back at him. I tell my friends to run and I'm thinking what to do next. I planned to shoot the guy on the leg, so he won't chase us, but there are some kids around and I fear they might get hit by lost bullets, so I just pretend that I will shoot and then shoot into the air and run after my friends. The other guys realize what's going on and all start to chase us. I run to my mom's door with the key, to let my friends in. I'm worried about their safety.

Student exchange I
I'm at some foreign city, I get a bit lost in the streets, but finally I arrive at a university where apparently I'm spending some time - maybe a summer course or a student exchange. There are a lot of students from Africa, Middle East, Asia... but I'm particularly close to some arab girls, who look like super-models. They are all very intelligent, cult and independent. I see them as the future of their countries, until one day when they appear all dressed up, impressive hair and make up and invite me to join them in going out with some rich arab guys, who are looking for brides. I see these intelligent, independent woman, all of a sudden obsessed about just looking pretty to hunt a rich husband and I tell them how that is disappointing. But the worst thing is that deep down, I am also imagining myself being courted by some sexy arab prince myself and the idea pleases me. I go for a walk in the park to clear up my head.

Greasy kitchen
I'm working at a communal kitchen, serving the poor and starving people. I am incredibly sweaty, greasy and grimy, when I'm surprised by the visit of my guru to the premises. At first I don't recognize him in the strange clothes he is wearing and all the people around him, but when I do, I break through the crowd to greet him. He doesn't seem to recognize me under all the dirt on my face, but he finds me somewhat familiar. Not enough to stop to talk to me, so he just leaves and I feel sad.
Anyway, I don't have much free time to sob, because someone calls me to the kitchen, saying it's an emergency. There's a little monkey hiding under the kitchen counter and he seems in distress for no apparent reason. I take him out with care and realize he is not hurt. He is nevertheless very stressed out about something under the counter. I check it out and I find there a sick hamster, who is his little friend. I take care of both and the little monkey calms down and looks thankful.

Lucid experiments
I get lucid when inside some house, near a window and I fly to the outside. I should have recalled the meeting point at Chichen Itza, but instead in my mind came the idea to try some things I had discussed with a guy past friday about lucids, namely, doing meditation in action, trying to smell things and plunging on the ground.
So I floated slowly down a stone paved path, with only my toes touching the ground and used that sensation as the focus of the meditation. This path was leading downwards to the ocean and was flanked by a stone wall. After a while going through it, I saw some flowers to my left, over the stone wall and I stopped to smell them. Their smell was subtle but very clear. It was a sweet perfume, but they all seemed to smell the same way, from geraniums to lilies. Anyway, it was an accomplished task, which I don't recall ever have tried before.
Then I floated to a patch of grass and plunged on the ground, wanting to experience "swimming" on the soil. This guy I met told me he still hadn't succeed in doing so and I had never tried. Apparently it is very hard, because our mind sees it as a solid barrier. Crossing a wall is easier, because you come out on the other side, but "swimming" on the soil is quite more challenging.
For a very brief moment I did it. I could see and feel the grains of soil surrounding my body and offering resistance to my "swimming", but soon I was "ejected" to the surface and could not continue doing it anymore. So I had the idea to look for a mole tunnel. Sure it would be tiny, but I could easily trick my mind to go through it and have the experience of "swimming" underground.
I found a hole and put my head inside it, but had to retrieve as two cute little puppies were coming out in my direction. Then a black chicken came out and a third puppy. Apparently it was the den of some wild dogs and they kept living chickens inside as livestock. This totally distracted me and I lost lucidity. I was totally enchanted with the little puppies when a fourth came out of the den. He was completely white and had a few blood spots on his fur. I took him to my mom's and cleaned his wounds in the bathroom. I noticed he smelled really badly, like dry blood and poop. He then started talking to me. He said he had one bad injury on his belly under the fur and asked me to treat it to. I asked him to breathe deep as I poured hydrogen peroxide and he was very stoic. I put bandages over his wounds and he thanked me for my kindness.

Student exchange II
Back to the student exchange dream, I'm now supposed to be with some team mates going to a game, which resembled handball but was plaid with juggling clubs. There were four teams, paired up into two simultaneous games. Our performance would count for the final evaluation of our exchange experience or whatever it was. But some girls from an adversary team plus their trainer, really hated our guts for some reason, so they gave us wrong information and we didn't actually know that our game was somewhere else, but we thought it was right there after theirs. So we waited, just to find in the end that the rest of our team had been waiting for us elsewhere and had lost the game for insufficient players. We tried to defend ourselves, hoping to save our final scores, but the trainer bitch
was denying that they had tricked us. I couldn't accept the injustice, so I kept on pestering her until she was so sick of me she admitted in front of everybody what had happened. We would still fail on sports, but I didn't care, I had high scores on everything else.
It was my last day there and I went for a stroll in the city. It looked like somewhere in the UK. Could be London. There was a nice flea market and I wanted to buy lots of stuff but I restrained myself, thinking about the luggage limits on the airplane. Then I heard music and found a live concert in a square. For some reason, I was convinced in the dream that the band was the Arctic Monkeys, but I don't even know them. They looked more like a gay band on a gay parade. Don't ask me why.

Keanu Reeves
Also have a fragment of a dream with Keanu Reeves on it, but I just recall he was sitting on a chair to my right.

Allen, Leo, & I all lived together in this really odd large house, out in the middle of some gold field. The rooms in it were very misshapen and old. The doors weren’t rectangular but rather strange because each opposing side weren’t parallel. The doors were all to short and they lead to rooms that were really large and more pentagon shaped then square. The wall colors varied between pale yellows and pale blues. The kitchen had ugly chipped, yet clean, white tiles. We were going to move out of the house and all of our stuff was already in boxes. Apparently much of the moving had already occurred but we still needed to get the stuff out of the bedrooms. It was a warm sunny day and I was wearing jean shorts. I remember walking around the house and bringing boxes to a truck outside. This would have been a great dream to become lucid in considering how bright it was and how in the dream I was doing things I would do in a lucid like touch the counter tops.
*Memory laps* -Something to do with seeing a big spider and having Allen kill the spider.
Then I got a creepy familiar feeling. I am in what was Allen and my bedroom staring at the closet. I was alone in the room. The inside of the closet was dark and was really deep. I had a feeling like there was some sort of ghost like entity within the closet. (I think I have had this strange same feeling when I lived in a house as a little girl and I had horrible dreams and feelings that a ghost lived in my closet there. I was later to find out that a lady had died in that house and EVERYONE who lived there since had had that same feeling.) It was a strange paralyzing sensation, I knew I was scared and yet I kept standing there. (I realize now that the light coming in through the windows reminds me of how light use to come in through my bedroom window in that house). Soon Allen and Leo are both standing behind me looking into the closet. I feel slightly better with them at my sides but still quite scared. The three of us don’t say a word to each other, as if they know exactly what I am feeling and there was no need for us to explain it to eachother. Wake up.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

1:00

Thugs
With Zilla and Riverstone at my hometown. We just left my mom's and we're going down the street when some thugs get out of a car at the end of the street and start pointing guns to people and robbing them. One of the guys, a chunky Mexican looking guy, points a small black revolver to my face. I evaluate the situation, notice that the other guys are busy with their own victims, so I react very quickly by stealing the gun and pointing it back at him. I tell my friends to run and I'm thinking what to do next. I planned to shoot the guy on the leg, so he won't chase us, but there are some kids around and I fear they might get hit by lost bullets, so I just pretend that I will shoot and then shoot into the air and run after my friends. The other guys realize what's going on and all start to chase us. I run to my mom's door with the key, to let my friends in. I'm worried about their safety. I wake up with the sound of an alarm of a car out in the street.

2:10

Student exchange I
I'm at some foreign city, I get a bit lost in the streets, but finally I arrive at a university where apparently I'm spending some time - maybe a summer course or a student exchange. There are a lot of students from Africa, Middle East, Asia... but I'm particularly close to some arab girls, who look like super-models. They are all very intelligent, cult and independent. I see them as the future of their countries, until one day when they appear all dressed up, impressive hair and make up and invite me to join them in going out with some rich arab guys, who are looking for brides. I see these intelligent, independent woman, all of a sudden obsessed about just looking pretty to hunt a rich husband and I tell them how that is disappointing. But the worst thing is that deep down, I am also imagining myself being courted by some sexy arab prince myself and the idea pleases me. I go for a walk in the park to clear up my head.

3:00

Greasy kitchen
I'm working at communal kitchen, serving the poor and starving people. I am incredibly sweaty, greasy and grimy, when I'm surprised by the visit of my guru to the premises. At first I don't recognize him in the strange clothes he is wearing and all the people around him, but when I do, I break through the crowd to greet him. He doesn't seem to recognize me under all the dirt on my face, but he finds me somewhat familiar. Not enough to stop to talk to me, so he just leaves and I feel sad.
Anyway, I don't have much free time to sob, because someone calls me to the kitchen, saying it's an emergency. There's a little monkey hiding under the kitchen counter and he seems in distress for no apparent reason. I take him out with care and realize he is not hurt. He is nevertheless very stressed out about something under the counter. I check it out and I find there a sick hamster, who is his little friend. I take care of both and the little monkey calms down and looks thankful.

4:00

Lucid experiments
I get lucid when inside some house, near a window and I fly to the outside. I should have recalled the meeting point at Chichen Itza, but instead in my mind came the idea to try some things I had discussed with a guy past friday about lucids, namely, doing meditation in action, trying to smell things and plunging on the ground.
So I floated slowly down a stone paved path, with only my toes touching the ground and used that sensation as the focus of the meditation. This path was leading downwards to the ocean and was flanked by a stone wall. After a while going through it, I saw some flowers to my left, over the stone wall and I stopped to smell them. Their smell was subtle but very clear. It was a sweet perfume, but they all seemed to smell the same way, from geraniums to lilies. Anyway, it was an accomplished task, which I don't recall ever have tried before.
Then I floated to a patch of grass and plunged on the ground, wanting to experience "swimming" on the soil. This guy I met told me he still hadn't succeed in doing so and I had never tried. Apparently it is very hard, because our mind sees it as a solid barrier. Crossing a wall is easier, because you come out on the other side, but "swimming" on the soil is quite more challenging.
For a very brief moment I did it. I could see and feel the grains of soil surrounding my body and offering resistance to my "swimming", but soon I was "ejected" to the surface and could not continue doing it anymore. So I had the idea to look for a mole tunnel. Sure it would be tiny, but I could easily trick my mind to go through it and have the experience of "swimming" underground.
I found a hole and put my head inside it, but had to retrieve as two cute little puppies were coming out in my direction. Then a black chicken came out and a third puppy. Apparently it was the den of some wild dogs and they kept living chickens inside as livestock. This totally distracted me and I lost lucidity. I was totally enchanted with the little puppies when a fourth came out of the den. He was completely white and had a few blood spots on his fur. I took him to my mom's and cleaned his wounds in the bathroom. I noticed he smelled really badly, like dry blood and poop. He then started talking to me. He said he had one bad injury on his belly under the fur and asked me to treat it to. I asked him to breathe deep as I poured hydrogen peroxide and he was very stoic. I put bandages over his wounds and he thanked me for my kindness.

7:00

Student exchange II
Back to the student exchange dream, I'm now supposed to be with some team mates going to a game, which resembled handball but was plaid with juggling clubs. There were four teams, paired up into two simultaneous games. Our performance would count for the final evaluation of our exchange experience or whatever it was. But some girls from an adversary team plus their trainer, really hated our guts for some reason, so they gave us wrong information and we didn't actually know that our game was somewhere else, but we thought it was right there after theirs. So we waited, just to find in the end that the rest of our team had been waiting for us elsewhere and had lost the game for insufficient players. We tried to defend ourselves, hoping to save our final scores, but the trainer bitch
was denying that they had tricked us. I couldn't accept the injustice, so I kept on pestering her until she was so sick of me she admitted in front of everybody what had happened. We would still fail on sports, but I didn't care, I had high scores on everything else.
It was my last day there and I went for a stroll in the city. It looked like somewhere in the UK. Could be London. There was a nice flea market and I wanted to buy lots of stuff but I restrained myself, thinking about the luggage limits on the airplane. Then I heard music and found a live concert in a square. For some reason, I was convinced in the dream that the band was the Arctic Monkeys, but I don't even know them. They looked more like a gay band on a gay parade. Don't ask me why.

8:30

melatonin
This guy made a bet with all my gang friends that we couldn't beat him in a race. Especially since my car was "a piece of trash". My intention was to get first place and I kept my foot on the pedal the entire time. The thing was is that we were driving on an open road, where citizens occupied it. I drove calm and had fun while singing songs from the Inkspots. Near the end of it were these hills, and each time I went up one the car thrusted and I got some air. I got to the end and I guess I was first. The boss that was racing with the other team said that it wasn't fair and he wanted to race me again. I accepted and then I think the cops came. This dream was probably from watching Death Race.
I was Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls and we were soaring over these buildings at night. We were all searching for MoJoJoJo I think. Once I found his lair it ended up as a trap. I didn't panic and for some reason I was holding a thread, or a piece of hair or something which led the other girls to find me. This dream was from watching children shows too much...
Everyone was chained up to these torture devices where there was a computer in front of us in which we sort of controlled how bad it hurt us. I was watching as everyone was screaming and fondling with it. There was a suction cup around my face of some sort and I didn't know what it was doing. Later on for some reason I spawned somewhere else. There were bullets spraying everywhere and when I got to the end I ended up seeing one of my teammates in the torture computer thing. I attempted to tell him how to get out of it. I said that when the suction extrudes from your face, stick your hands in front of the hole. The pressure began to tear apart the device but I didn't see was happened next. This was still the same dream and I saw that I was on top of other people stacked up looking at a giant billboard. There were pictures of people in civilian mode sadly standing there. I guess it was my job to spray this sort of paint onto them and make the picture people looking like business-ethic people.*

One dream tonight, came to be in a dark mysterious environment. Long story short, I was in a 'scary' environment in which I was just smiling like a goof ball sucking on a sucker lol nothing was phasing me I was in good mind in which I wasn't scared. anyways these two shadows pulled down my shorts and flew away. I woke up with my heart beating thinking demons just visited me lol I feel like that was like a last ditch dirty attempt by some spirits to scare me lol idk was just weird

Dream - Lucid

All I really recall about this dream is it being like a video game. First, I was in a classroom. It looked like one of my elementary school classrooms.

I was in a house at night, and I had to watch out for something in there.

I also remember riding in a car with a couple of other people. Something had happened as to where when we got mad, we'd grow these insane beards or mustaches. Wtf? I wanted to fix that because it was silly.

There was a football stadium in there somewhere too.

~

I was outside in what I think was a football stadium. The sky was very blue and it was daytime. There were other people around as well. They looked kind of cartoony.

I spontaneously just knew it was a dream. I flew into the air, but not too high. I wanted to let the dream play out to see what happened.

But of course, that didn't happen. I was then in a mall, watching people walk by. I decided I wanted to try to visit Hyu again. I walked around, searching for a wall or something I could draw a portal on. I found a pillar, and just as I was about to draw the portal, I thought of how Hyu teleports to get places, and how much faster that is. I decided to give that a whirl.

Only problem with that was I had no idea how to even begin to do that. I stood by the pillar and saw many people walking by. I though of my destination, though all I knew about that was it was wherever Hyu was. I thought about that for a little bit, and things started fading. I was losing the dream because I was just standing around doing nothing. I started to walk around, but everything went black.

~

I was then somewhere else. I tried to count my fingers, and was coming up with 5, sometimes 6, but I thought I had just miscounted those times. I tried to make an extra finger grow out of my hand, but couldn't. I had an inkling I was still dreaming, though.

Ugh. I need to get my dreaming skills back up to where they used to be. It's so frustrating.

EDIT: My mom just called me and told me she had her first lucid dream where she had control! YAY!! I'm proud of her!!

Also, I was her dream guide! She said that I was in all 5 lucids she had this morning, and I told her that she was dreaming, she could do whatever she wanted, how to switch dreams, and how to reality check!!

Just had to add that...I thought that was so cool!!!

I was sky diving from some plane or ship and i can hear someone saying i needed to pull my parachute or i will die. i pulled the parachute and started to float down to the ground. the parachute was super small. when i touched the ground, i saw a couple other people around me. then a girl on a snow board comes flying past me. thats when i noticed that this place was all snow capped and very cold. i didn't feel cold tho. now my dream was playing out as a movie. i followed the chick on the snow board. she came up over a hill and did some trick thing and crashed. then all of a sudden i was standing next to her and just staring at the ground.
I was now back on earth some were in the forest. i was riding a dirt bike and my dad was on one behind me. we were going up some road. i dont know were we were going tho. we rode past this hill and i saw some kid jumping his dirt bike and i wanted to go jump with him and my dad said no, so we continued up the road. then we were in some house. me and my dad were walking back to some room. i was talking to him about the parachute i had earlier. when we got in to the room. there were two beds and a tv, and a big gumball machine next to the tv. me and when went to bed. about 5 seconds later the gumball machine started to spin really fast and shoot gumballs at us. one hit me in the head so i just yelled stop really load and it did. i sat up on my bed and did a RC(finger though the hand) and it worked. i stood up and went and touched a computer near by. i then went out side the room and tryed to knock stuff over by looking at it. i failed. i was going to try and randomly kill some people but then i thought i will go to jail. and so i ran back to the room . then i woke up.

note: i did not realize i was dreaming when i did the RC. so not a LD

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Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a "Quentin Tarantino movie." I think it was supposed to be like Inglourious Basterds, like in the final scene between the young man and the young woman in the film booth.

I was some kind of spy. I may have been a man in my forties, with a big, curly moustache. I may have a tiny bit overweight, and I may have been wearing an overcoat and a fedora.

I was sneaking through some building, trying to find and kill some woman, but also trying to escape her so she couldn't kill me. I went through a series of rooms like rooms in a mansion, even though this building was a multi-floor building, like some kind of museum.

I eventually found the woman working in a room like a film booth. The woman had her back turned to me. I may have been supposed to kill her. But I suddenly realized that I had to get out of here before she noticed me and started chasing me, to kill me.

I knew that there really wasn't any way out of this building, or at least no secret way that the woman wouldn't be able to get to long before I did. But I still went running away through the building, not looking for a way out, necessarily, but at least looking for a way to put distance between me and the woman.

But, for some reason, I almost purposely walked myself into a series of rooms that weren't just a dead end, but were a very short series of dead ends. I walked through one bedroom-like area, well-lit with natural light, then down a case of red-carpeted stairs. I ended up in a very small bathroom.

The bathroom barely had enough space for me to turn around in. The light was dim and incandescent, and most of the room seemed to be coated in yellow-beige tiles that faded into a dark brown at their edges. There was also a turquoise-colored towel.

I knew I had absolutely walked myself directly into a dead end. I knew the woman would catch up to me any time now. Yet I thought I would hide in the bathroom forever, or until the woman had gotten past me.

I knew that wouldn't work, though, and that the woman could easily find me. I just decided to leave the bathroom and face the woman.

I walked out of the bathroom. About halfway up the steps I noticed that the woman was standing over the top of the steps, off to their side, leaning over a waist-high railing bordering the staircase.

The woman looked young, maybe in her early twenties. She was pale skinned, with an oval-shaped, soft face. She had light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, pale blue eyes, and eyeglasses. She wore a green sweater and blue jeans. She actually seemed kind of nice and nerdy. But she was levelling a pistol at me.

At first, out of fear from having the gun pointing straight at me, I backed down a couple steps, like I was going back to the bathroom. But I realized that everything was over for me, and that I should at least be brave enough to face my fate. So I started walking back up the steps.

The woman seemed ready to shoot me. She didn't really want to wait until I got up the steps. She said, "Where do you want it? In the stomach?" She pointed the gun toward me stomach. "Or in the chest?" She pointed the gun toward my chest.

For some reason I "kind of" thought about my back, and how I thought the most efficiently killing shot would be one that went through "my back." But I couldn't quite get the concept of "my back" through my head. But I did think that my chest was close enough to "my back" to give me a pretty efficient death.

I told the woman to go ahead and shoot me in the chest. So she levelled the gun at my chest. I spread my chest out, so I could take the shot bravely, hopefully without flinching.

The woman shot me. I flew up into the air. I may have been falling down the stairs. But it really felt like I was just floating in the air, in a kind of "laying on my back" position, except with my head and maybe my legs bowed down a little bit, so I wasn't completely flat.

The woman said, "Well, that's all over, then. Thanks for being so cooperative about letting me get this over with!" She cheerfully walked toward the exit of the room.

I replied, "Oh, no problem. Thanks for being so nice and giving me a choice of where I could be shot."

Dream #2

I was standing in a hallway of a house. The house was kind of short, just a little alcove really, between a few rooms and the living room. The hallway was lit with incandescent light. To my right was the living room. The living room wasn't lit at all.

I was examining some papers in my hands when I heard some weird noises. It was like jangling glass and metal, like people were shuffling some stuff around or breaking stuff. But it sounded a little bit far away, like maybe one or two rooms separated from the living room.

I wondered if someone was breaking into this house. I was kind of afraid to go check, even though I knew I'd probably have to.

But then I looked out into the living room, to a computer out on a desk. The computer was playing some kind of show or visual program. It looked like a bunch of papers shuffling around on some kind of classical desk.

I could now tell that the sounds were coming from the computer. It seemed kind of weird to me that the visual program of papers shuffling on a desk would be accompanied by the sound of glass breaking and metal bars jangling and shuffling around.

But I think I figured that if I got closer to the computer, to see what the visual program was really all about, it would probably all make a lot more sense to me.

Dream #3

I sat in something like a conference room, at the right side a long, oval or rectangular table. I sat positioned directly across the table from the door into the conference room. To my left sat a woman who kind of looked like Camille Paglia, except taller and heavier.

The woman's hair was in a really bad fashion, about six inches long, but feathered all around her head like a bowl. She was probably wearing a terrible outfit -- some kind of circus-peanuts-orange blouse, a silver pendant with a black stone in the middle of it, and some kind of chunky, tweed skirt.

I had at least one notebook and a bunch of papers. I was sharing ideas about companies with the woman. I don't think the woman worked with corporations. But I think she worked a lot with ideas in general. So I wanted to throw my ideas about companies out to her as being just about ideas in general.

Suddenly a tall, overweight, pale, bald businessman came walking into the room. He was apparently my boss -- even though I didn't have a job anymore. The woman left for some reason or another. The man eyed the woman and me with jealousy.

I felt like I shouldn't have been sharing my ideas with this woman. Instead, I should have been sharing them with my boss (or ex-boss). I got all sheepish, panicky, and stuttery. I stood out of my chair and pulled up one of my notebooks.

I told my (ex-)boss, "Y--y--you see, I was just talking to her about Lockheed Martin. You see, I've pulled some ideas together about the company." (I may have said "LMT," and not "Lockheed Martin.")

When I mentioned Lockheed Martin, the man made a kind of impressed, humming-grunting sound. Encouraged, I went on. I flipped through a few pages in my notebook, explaining some stuff about Lockheed Martin that I don't remember at all anymore.

Most of the pages were written in black ink. But I got to one page where I'd written on three themes regarding "LMT." Each theme was written in a different color. There was a red section, then a blue section, then a green section.

Each section was separated from the next by a line, which may have had the title for the next section or theme. This line may have always been written in red ink.

I was Skywarp, the Decepticon Seeker in War For Cybertron and Megatron had ordered me to defend somehting against the Autobots. I accessed a turret and then was changed into a Decepticon Brute when I ripped out the turret. I started shooting Autobots and they fled.



I was in my home and one of my friends from college was there. He said that I would never geta girlfriend and that all my friends were "taking out bets on me not to get one".

I was watching TV I think it was 106 & Park (even though I stopped watching it) there was a rapper named Roxxy and he was topless and had tattoos. He looked like The Game.



I was rolling through the channels and went to "400" which is Sky Sports. Although it normally would've displayed red it still went to the channel. The strange thing is that some rock band was playing when it was supposed to be some sport being played.

Side Notes
I'm pretty sure it was all one dream as it happened one straight after the other.

I'm in some large building and my friend Charles is with me. There's some sort of Mr. Miyagi type character there as well who is demonstrating his martial art skills. Charles (who is in to that sort of stuff IRL) decides to challenge him. They fight with those staff things. Charles puts up a good fight (getting in a few decent hits) but ultimately is defeated. I remember the blows looking particularly painful. Like one would "stab" the other with the staff and his flesh would bend and poke through the other side.

After the fight, I have a conversation with Charles. We try to discuss if he could beat Ryu from Street Fighter in a hand-to-hand fight. Charles asks how his skill is at avoiding and blocking chains of attacks. I explain to him that a "chain" or a "combo" in tournament fighter terms is by definition a series of hits that are unavoidable provided that the first hit connects. Since it's sort of a gaming abstraction, I reason that his skill at blocking chains must be assumed to be the same as Ryu's. My thought process is surprisingly clear and logical. A similar argument is made for Charles's inability to shoot hadoukens.

After this we all decide that it would be best to learn karate or something so that we can defend against bad guys. I'm then in a karate class. It's very embarrassing because I'm the only adult in a room full of 5 year olds. We do some drills that mainly consist of things I remember from basketball practices. Layups, foot dexterity drills, etc.

Suddenly, I'm Batman. Best plot twist ever.

The same Mr. Miyagi type character is my master who trained me. There are bad guys trying to kill him (I think I identify these attempts as having been made by the Joker?). At one point there is a bomb planted near him so I disarm it or get rid of it or something. Then they actually succeed in killing him. I chase down the bad guy and apprehend him. A funeral service is called to honor Mr. Miyagi's death by someone other than me. Everyone brings strawberry jam to the funeral because that's customary or something. They give Mr. Miyagi's corpse the jam and he is revived. Apparently jam is the cure to whatever poison that the bad guy gave him, and he himself called for the funeral service because he knew it would be the fastest way to get jam.

I am in a staircase. The stairs are wide, wide enough for ten people to walk side by side up them. It is dark. I go up the stairs. When I reach the top of the building, there is a single door with the number 182 in it. On the wall there is a map of the area. It has lots of numbers in it. I have to go really close to it to see. I find the building numbered 182. "Hey, what are you doing here?". I turn around. There is a short man with a bodyguard. "I own this building! Get out of here!" I leave the building. I see a friend of mine leaving with a scooter. I go towards the same direction on rollerblades. A moment later my friend reappears, now riding a bike. She is dragging there is a rope attached on the bike and at the other end is her friend on rollerblades. They head to the same direction as I. From somewhere several people on bikes appear. I try to speed up and get past them, but there is too much traffic. We arrive at a crossing. The traffic lights are green. When I am crossing the road, the light changes into red. The cars don't care about me and I have to dodge them for the last few metres. At the other side of the road there is a bus stop. There are some russian people there. There is also my brother. "What are you doing at the secret paths?" He asks me. I ask him what he is doing there. He says he is waiting for a bus. I ask him when is he going to be at home. "Four o' clock", he answers. It's three o' clock and a little over 20 kilometres to home. It's a nice sunny day and I wonder if I should skate to home. In that case I should give the keys to my brother so that he can get in. The bus arrives. I go in. My brother ask the bus driver if I can come. The bus driver says yes. The bus leaves. I notice the place has changed. There are no proper roads (I've had dreams where I supposedly am in the 1980s where the environment looks pretty much like this). The rest of the dream is pretty much the driver driving as fast as she can, apparently the bus drivers have a competition of who drives the track fastest.

In another dream from last night I was in a tower. It had five floors and was slightly askew. At the top floor there was a bedroom. When I looked out of the window I saw a beach and some forest.

Before I fell asleep, I fervently said over and over,"Please tell me I'm dreaming!"
Anyways, I fall asleep and the next thing I know, a woman is saying,"Uh, you wanted to know you're dreaming. Ashley, you're dreaming! C'mon! I did what you said to do!"
"Man, shut up!"
"...What?! This is what I get for being nice? Pfft. Whatever. Go and be a moron for all I care."
So...That lucid dream attempt went down in shambles.

The next thing I know, I'm in my backyard and my father and younger brother are out in the shop. I say hello but they don't really acknowledge me. The next thing I know, a black cat is insulting me in the most awesome manner ever ( I really wish I remembered all that he said). I never got his name, but I get a strong feeling it was probably Vameel. The fact that a cat was talking should have been a dead give away that I was dreaming. -_-

Yep, another festival dream, wow this one was odd, I have no idea what in my life provoked this dream...
My recalls pretty poor on this one.

I am at a festival with my friends, Tom, Alex, Zak, Joe, and a few others that I cant remember. (Jack comes into it later).
The main event of the festival is that you can play this zombie game, I say a game but it's completely realistic.
There are two parts to the map, the sewers, and the campsite, the zombies are allowed to run around in the campsite as well! The start area (there is two) is the checkpoint where you get your guns, ammo, but it is also where freshly turned zombies (with some control) go to get revived, which is where human players bite them on the arm and turn them human again.
Bit of a description here of the zombies, they are like rotting humans, blood splatters everywhere.

*Fragment* I don't know where this comes in but I remember being at home watching a film, and couting my money, I have £10 left because I spend £2.50 on a call, and like £5 on a kitkat.*

We head up to the checkpoint, the game is about to start, we are planning to head to a certain area of the sewers to fend the zombies off. At the checkpoint I ask for a gun, he hands me a real M16, it's awesome.
Heading out into the sewers, I remember joe gets bitten fairly early on, I run back to the checkpoint reviving as many people as well as him.
Back with my friends we have decided to go to area 11G, they are about to go around a corner when I get attacked from a zombie, I kill it fairly fast but when I look around they are gone, no where to be seen.
I begin to wander forwards, check my phone, no signal, I get to this area where there is a couch in the middle of this massive opening, a zombie comes to attack be but I just run around the opposite side of the couch to her. My gun raises and I kill her.
This goes on for awhile, I manage to get outside and call Alex, the call is horrible, and I finally after much effort we manage to set up a location to meet up.
Back at the checkpoint we decide to go in again, I've run out of ammo so I go to the checkpoint and ask for some more, they hand me this crappy machine gun.
We head in but it seems the game is already over, I meet up with Jack and he tells me how good it was in this certain area.

Back in town we are all sitting down, one of my friends shouts at another about having an accent.
End.