non-lucid

Well today I remember from my dreams
-Looking for "The Great Book of the Superheroes" with a friend, in the local library.
-Sucking someone's blood, vampire style
-Entering my building with some kind of baby/pet and finding a neighbour. My baby/pet/thing was crying very loudly.


On a side noe, what the hell happened to my other two entries?

I woke up several times because i set my alarm but i kept smashing snooze until I did not woke up anymore. Apparently I pressed dismiss without noticing it.

I was in Home home, not Uni home and I was like wth. I was laying on the bed and suddenly I saw him. It was C. I hadn't thought about him in ages, let alone dream about him. Anyway, I was there and he came and laid next to me pretending that nothing was wrong. I was like um hii, as my cheerful self. We were just goofing around and then I had a 'sabre' with 88% atk speed up, so far for my game in my dream and he had the knife i always used to cut things. I was like umm, no please don't use that! but we were hacking and slashing around until i got a tiny cut. I was like ok stop, and then put my mouth on the wound to stop the bleeding. His look was as if he felt sorry, and he took my hand and pressed a kiss on it. I was astonished. I was like ummm, thnx. Then we went downstairs to get something and he was being rude. There was this game and I gave him to try it. He had to bump over some coins and he did not pass the first time, so he cheated on the next. I apologized to the person guarding it saying that I would make it up to him sometime, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I went to the barman and asked for a beer(I hate that drink) and drank it, because i did not want them to know it was for him. Then I asked C. whether he had his drink yet and he said yes. I said goodbye to the barman and another person and told them I would see them soon. I went upstairs and went to my room. He was like, please wait. Then I heard things so, as curious as i am, I went to look and saw that the bathroom was covered in christmas stuffs. Then I went to my room and all christmas stuff again. He gave me a rose and I was flabbergasted. I just stood there and he was like, here for you, for christmas. I got something and was really really happy but i did not know what to give him because i had nothing for him. I thought of the perfume in my closet but then i was like omg. It was as if he could read my mind and he said, All I want, is you.

At that point I was scared and said, I'll be back and went to winterswijk? To pick something up for my mum.

Somehow I realized that she already did that yesterday and then my logic kicked in. I dreamt, I slept? MY EXAM and i woke up. Thank god I was still early, but C...... He scared the living daylights out of me.

Soo I don't really remember this one all that much, but I wrote it down when I first had it a couple of days ago. Here goes:

I was walking down the hallway in my high school (just graduated btw), going between second hour and first hour. For some reason I couldn't remember if it was an A or B day, what class I just had, or where I was going. I got to my locker and remembered that I was going to ApCalc next. I tried to open my locker using 6-12-24, but it didn't work. Then I tried 30-18-40, then 6-37-24, but nothing was working. The bell rang and I managed to sprint to class without being late, but I didn't have any of my stuff. Also, the class was in the front hallway where the library should be instead of where it really is. The teacher told me to sit down so I did, in a desk in the far back middle to the right of a white brick column. The classroom was really weird, the walls were all white and everyone was wearing white, but the desks were tan and so was the tile floor. The whole front wall was a whiteboard and the whole back wall was made of windows, it was like some sort of vista resort or something. Oh, and the desks were really far apart. I guess we started presenting our 'projects', but I don't even know what they were supposed to be or how they had anything to do with calculus. Each student would come up and show a little model they made. They were white and looked like the kids had slapped together random items around their house then covered them with paper mache and plaster. Each one looked different, some were towers, others human figures or geometric shapes, and some were just piles of crap. My turn came to present and I told the teacher I couldn't go because my project was in my locker, which wouldn't open. He got angry for some reason and told me I should have said something when I got into the classroom.

The middle bell rang and people passed through the halls going to split lunch like usual. A chubby female teacher came out of a sliding closet to my right. With her was a little Indian kid (like actually from India, not Native American), about 8 years old and wearing a white collared shirt with a red boy scout scarf and blue shorts. It was like some weird school uniform. My math teacher said, "Mrs. ___ (don't remember her name) is going to escort this kid through the halls, so if anyone needs to go to their lockers go now." I guess I wasn't the only one who was having locker problems, since a lot of kids came and gathered around the teacher. Also I don't know why we needed to be escorted, since normally the teacher just would have let us go without passes or anything. Before our group left the classroom, the teacher said, "For all you guys who complain about getting here too early, this kid gets here before the hamburgers," and pointed at the little kid. I don't know what he meant but I guess that's really early, and a lot of us gasped. We started walking down the front hallway towards the lunchroom and I broke off to go down the side hallway where my locker was. I did my combination, which was 32-18-24, and it worked. (I don't remember what my real combo is(was) anymore.) I got my materials and went back to class but the door was locked, and inside I could hear they were watching a movie. A group of us gathered outside the door and waited for it to be unlocked but it never was. A bell rang, which meant we could go home (completely scratching lunch and fourth hour out of my day I guess).

I walked outside the main doors without going back to my locker for my stuff, and went towards the student lot. On the side of the driveway leading to the student lot there was a short white bus, like one of those transit handicapped buses, except it didn't have any logos on it or anything, and there weren't any panes in the windows. I now was the little Indian kid, and I went on the bus, except there were a ton of other kids on the bus who were exact copies of me. (I was watching myself get on btw, from outside the bus, like a third person view.) There were so many kids on the bus that we filled it up to the roof, so there wasn't any space in it at all. The bus driver told them all (I say them because at this point I'm not one of the kids anymore) to duck down so they wouldn't be seen, and they managed to squish themselves so only their eyes and the tops of their heads popped up from below the windows. I think the bus driver didn't want to be seen having too many kids on a bus. By this time the bus was driving down an empty freeway through a pine forest. I became me again, driving a blue subaru. I passed the bus and looked at all the kids in the windows, and though, 'well, that's weird.'

I got to my apartment building and went inside. (My apartment building has three sets of doors: a locked outside one, an unlocked middle one between the outside and the entrance where the mailboxes are, and the locked door to my apartment.) Everything was normal, but when I opened the door to my actual apartment room, everything was empty. I was on the second floor now too. The whole back wall to every room was made of windows (like the school), and the livingroom had a sliding glass door where you could go out onto a balcony. There was a guy standing in the livingroom, and apparently he was my friend. I was now a guy too, and we were both wearing futuristic silverish armor. There was another guy in my bedroom wearing the same armor, except it was black, and he wanted to kill us. The scene turned into an 8-bit 'side scroller' video game type of thing. My friend and I had short purple health bars in the top left corner and the 'boss' had a big red one along the bottom. We used old style Mortal Kombat attacks to hurt him, but then our health got too low so I had to go into the menu. It was back to normal 2011 type graphics, and had a pink background with items you could select from a list. I highlighted 'max heath', which I had 77 of. The item that gave you 'max health' was a pack of two hot dogs. No buns or anything, just the dogs. I clicked two of the items so I had four hot dogs total, two for each of us, and heard a noise that meant we were all better.

The menu scene went away, and so did the side scroller view. I was now myself and watching things in a first person point of view. Everyone was taking a break or something, my friend was standing in the living room. We started talking, and he said, "I hope he doesn't do an orange lazer I can never avoid those." I said, "Yeah, same here, except I can't avoid the blue cannons." Suddenly I heard the evil guy giggling from my bedroom, which was his base of operations. I walked over to see what he was doing, which was typing furiously on a computer. He said to me, "You just told me your weaknesses! I'm aiming all lazers at him and all cannons at you!" I said, "Oh, shit," and ran into the living room to tell my friend to hide. The cannon/lazer beams popped out of the walls and starting hissing and steaming while glowing their respective colors as they charged up. I tried to hide by ducking down in my kitchen but the things in the walls were like locked on, and they followed me around everywhere, and I knew they could cut through walls. I ran outside (through all three doors) and just as I closed the last door the cannons fired. Luckily at the right moment I did a handstand on the doorknob and avoided it. (**I remember going lucid for a second here, thinking, "this is bullshit, this guy's cheating, screw this," etc, so I slowed down the 'blue cannon' which was like a really big blue lazer and made myself flip up and do the doorknob handstand. But then I lost it and went right back to dreaming normally.) I went back to standing and looked at the door wondering A) why the cannon didn't leave a hole and B) how the hell was I going to get inside without my keys? But I guess the cannon had 'weakened' the door, so I kicked it in, ran through the unlocked second door, and through my door which I had bolted out of without locking (cause really, who has time to lock their door when they're gonna be blasted with a giant blue lazer?) My friend was lying on my livingroom floor, dead. I could see part of the evil guy's body on my bedroom floor from where I was standing, he was dead too. As I ran over to check out my friend my phone rang and I woke up. (thanks, Laura! XP)

I was with Rob near Jollibee La Salle (Bacolod), and they were renovating Jollibee, extending even into the road. It was night. Mike P was also with us, and they were chatting. We crossed the street across, and Mike went somewhere else. Rob was looking for something, and I recommended a clown store nearby. I saw an SA8 laundry box displayed on the window, and I thought that I can get one myself.

Then we went our way. I somehow remember him letting his son (still a baby) back home on his own. I was then in that home, and there were teeny-tiny "people" or toys, and they were playing/fighting with the baby. Then there was a storm, and everyone went outside, and saved some one/people. Rob and his wife arrived.

I was somewhere in Bacolod. I was in front of a mall, around 12 noon or 1 pm. I wanted to take a jeep to a place in the south. Before I knew it, it was 5 pm and then 6 pm. I took a jeep back home (north). Morning? A guy (a hero or something, wearing anime-ish clothing) was supposed to accompany me home, but he said something about being betrayed, so he went elsewhere.

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Dreamsigns:

Rob (haven't seen him for over a year, and he swore never to go to Bcd anymore)
Mike P and Rob together
Clown store
SA8 in public
tiny people
time speed

I was in a chinese restaurant with my family. We got our food and sat down. A guy who worked in the restaurant was talking to us, and something on my plate was moving. It's kind of hard to explain. It was a game, sort of, where you had to match two of these little characters but they were made of cake or something...

After that we left the restaurant, which was connected to a huge mall. I saw a guy wearing a cow suit with an incredibly long tail. I thought that was wierd and did a RC. unfortunately, it FAILED. I was kicking myself when I woke up.

I ended up falling asleep after writing my last entry, around 10AM. I woke up around 12:30PM.

♥Mark, no-Name and I were in some kind of paint chat together. I had coloured the canvas an army/moss green and ♥Mark was writing something over it, but in a very similar colour so I couldn't read what it said. I was like.. ridiculously upset about that for some reason and erased the area where he was writing. I think no-Name was typing below the paint chat but I couldn't read anything he said.

I woke up in the middle of some really crazy sleep paralysis which was intensifying a headache I had. My entire body felt like a throbbing brain, but in the midst of that I was having fleeting feelings of arousal. The throbbing pain subsided and the paralysis became very sexually-charged. My thoughts, regardless of what they were, became very arousing and I eventually felt a hand trailing down my stomach (even though I was sleeping on it). So, you can guess where the hand went. I had it in my head that it was my own and that I was reading a comic at the same time, but it startled me anyways and the hallucinations lessened. I realized I had both of my arms tucked under my chest and started thinking about how interesting sleep paralysis can be until I dozed off again. For some reason, trying to WILD never crossed my mind.

So in my next dream, I was in some store that resembled Ikea but it had a lot of hardware store-type stuff, too. I had a black shopping cart and I was trying to return some metal sheet/tool thing, but I had a really hard time finding the aisle and driving my cart. There were furniture sets everywhere that were getting in the way. I kind of remember something about bats. There was also an old Asian woman with a bright pink top on. She seemed to be looking for the same aisle as me so I started following her because she could navigate the store better.

Normal Dream

I was getting ready, I had a black tux on with a red tie. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought to myself that I looked pretty good today. I was heading to a huge upscale dance party in a huge hotel. I walked in and it was packed, at least 500 people there. But it was a huge place it felt like I was a millionaire at convention or something. I walked around for a while and saw a few people I knew, I saw my X girlfriend walk in. Her name was Amber and for some reason I felt really bad for breaking up with her, I walked towards her she was with her new boy friend. We looked each other in the eyes from about 20 feet away and I could tell she wasn't happy. I walked straight to her without saying anything and just gave her a huge hug, and I said I'm sorry for doing that to you. It was a very emotional hug one I've never experienced before. It was like you were giving a comforting hug to a friend that had just lost a family member. I then walked away and got on with the party, first I needed to go to the bathroom. The urinals were flooding over and there was a teacher or coach from my high school years in there. When I left the bathroom I randomly started crying no one seemed to notice but I wasn't happy with what I was doing in my life and how things were going. Eventually people I knew started coming in, mostly people from work. I chatted with a few of them, I don't really remember what I said.

I lost at least one entry and a few comments and can't seem to find them again... Oh well. Isn't one of the tasks getting treasure from a sunken ship? If so, I am a total moron.

~I was walking down the side of a road, looking at some odd lights in the distance. They were shaped like UFOs. Out of nowhere, Captain Jack Sparrow came up next to me and started talking. I don't remember a word of what he said. A few minutes after joining me, he handed me a bottle of something (probably rum). It had red and gold palm trees on the front. I took a little sip; it tasted kind of like lemonade and iced tea, but it was really sweet. I dropped it behind me when he wasn't looking.

Eventually we came to a ship, maybe his ship, I don't know. We climbed up the side and that girl from the movies (Elizabeth?) ran up and started yelling at Jack. It was something along the lines of, "All you ever to is drink! *pushes him* And steal! *pushes him again* And wave around that sword!!" She was about to push him again, but I stepped in front of him and interrupted, "I like him." She looked a bit surprised, but Jack just laughed: "And I do believe that's all that matters."

HOW WAS I NOT LUCID!?!?!?

~In the dream after that, I was in a mall of some sort and saw a store with pictures of dragons all over the front. Upon going in, however, there was just some grumpy woman who reminded me of Professor Umbridge from Harry Potter, and a bunch of clothes and toy monkeys. She kicked me out after I accidentally knocked some monkeys off a shelf.

(There is a "trigger warning" on the content of this dream.)


I am an archeology student working in a museum in Montreal. I have volunteered to document and study items that are in the backrooms of the museum's storage areas. All of the items had been ignored or forgotten about because no previous archeologists thought they were important. The civilizations or cultures and time frame the artifacts come from are unknown and it is my job to find out when and where they came from. The items I found and set aside to look at include various peices of ancient looking jewelry, a few peices of pottery and a roughly triangular peice of metalwork that features some sort bird with its wings spead out and the bird's head facing to the right. The outline of the bird and the outer edge of the peice is orange while the background is a deep blue. I give this item the name of the "Eagle Crest."

I tell my department head (Professor Alberts) about the items and he doesn't seem interested at first but says that I can continue my investigations as long as they do not interfere with my other student studies in the museum. One night, after closing time, I am working on a thesis on a computer in one of the museum offices and suddenly a bunch of screens and files start popping up at random and I cannot close them. The files that are appearing are refering to some of the items I found and disclosed to Prof. Alberts and when the files start being downloaded to an outside source I finally realize that the computer is being hacked and I turn it off.

The next day I tell Prof. Alberts what happened and he tells me to put the items in his office where they will be safe, which I do, except for the Eagle Crest, which I had on my desk, because I wanted to study it that night. When night comes, after everyone has gone home, the museum is broken into and the box of artifacts I had set aside to study was stolen from Prof. Alberts's office, except for the crest which was in my desk in another part of the museum. The buglars stole nothing else and seemed to beeline only for that box of artifacts and this made me think that they knew exactly what they were looking for and knew where to find it. Suspecting an inside job, I do not tell Prof. Alberts that I still have the Eagle Crest and instead I hide it in one of the unorganized and unused storerooms filled with undocumented artifacts, knowing that no one will find it there. I am also worried that if I come forward that I did not put the crest where it was supposed to go the night of the robbery, that people will think I had something to do with the robbery itself or knew about it in some way.

Later I am in my apartment thinking about the crest and the robbery and the nagging feeling that the two are related somehow. It is early in the morning because I have not been able to sleep and I am in my night clothes with are nothing more than an orange tank top and blue panties. I am so deep in thought that I do not hear someone enter my apartment until that person opens my bedroom door. It is a tall, thin, blond man, wearing glasses and dressed in a black suit. He is holding a handgun and demands that I get dressed and come with him. I am freaked out that someone is in my apartment but also angry and embarassed that I am walked in on when wearing so little clothing. I demand that he turn around so I can change but he says no and watched me with no expression as I get dressed. I ask him who he is and where we are going but he ignores me and says that I need my identifaction and passport. I resist leaving my apartment but the man says that I am in danger if I stay and that he is taking me somewhere safe. I demand to know why I should trust him and he says that there are some gangsters on their way to kidnap me because they think I know the location of the Eagle Crest and that they will torture me to get the location of it. I ask the man how I am supposed to know if I can trust him or not but he ignores me again, grabs my arm and drags me downstairs to his car waiting behind the building. I know he has a gun so I don't want to piss him off and just obey.

As we are in his car and pulling out of the apartment complex driveway, a car pulls up to the front of the building and several large, burly looking men in dark suits and wearing sunglasses get out and start toward the apartment. One of them looks our way and they seem to recognize either me or the man I am with because he begins shouting and the other men begin running our way, pulling out guns and pointing them in our direction. The blond man speeds out of there and down the street as fast as he can, even as the gangsters start shooting in our direction. The blond man ignores the traffic lights and roadsigns and races through the streets at top speed but soon the dark car is behind us and we are followed all the way out of Montreal. We speed and weave through traffic and eventually seem to lose our pursuers. I ask my kidnapper where we are going and he says New York City. I begin crying because I am scared and the man says that I should not be afraid because none of this is my fault and that he is just trying to protect me. I say I still don't know if I can trust him or not, and he asks me to open the glove compartment which I do. Inside is a large silver coloured hand gun and he asks me to take it. I protest because I have never held a gun before, let alone use one, and he says that it is for my protection and that he will tell me how to use it.

Shortly after giving me instructions on how to use the gun and telling me to hide it in my bag, the blond man loses control of his car when we are rear ended by the dark car filled with gangsters that has suddenly caught up with us. The car skids out of control and comes to a stop in a ditch and before the blond man can reach for his own gun, several of the gangsters open fire through the driver's side window and he is struck several times. I am pulled kicking and screaming from the passenger side and dragged over to the gangster car and forced into the trunk. My bag is still hanging over my side and the gangsters do not search through it. It is hot and cramped in the trunk and we drive for a long time. I do not know how long but it is dark by the time the goons stop at a motel and finally let me out of the trunk. They let me go to the bathroom in the motel room and I lock myself in and cry for a while. Eventually they bash the door down and force me to come out. None of the gangsters talk to me at first, but one tries to get me to tell him the location of the Eagle Crest by saying that they will let me go immediately if I tell them where it is. I say that I don't know and that it was stolen when the museum I was interning at was broken into. This is the answer I give many time when they press the same question many times in different ways. Eventually they give up and let me fall asleep on one of the beds.

I wake up at some point in the night and without moving myself much to alert them to my wakened state I try to see were the goons are. Two are sleeping on chairs by the window and I cannot determine the location of the third, but the fourth is laying on the other motel bed with his pants pulled down and masterbating to a pornographic film playing on the television. I am using my bag as a pillow and I can feel the outline of the gun under my head, but I still lay motionless, fearful to alert the gangster who is still awake that I too am conscious. I close my eyes with the intention of waiting for the guy to fall asleep but just then the gangster that I could not locate comes out of the bathroom and jokes with the other guy that they should rape me while I am sleeping. The other guy thinks that is a great idea and rolls off of his bed and on top of me. I scream and struggle and try to reach for the gun but I am dragged out of its reach by the two goons who pull me to the end of the end and start ripping my clothes off of me. My screams awaken the other two gangsters and they fight off the would be rapists and remind them that I am not to be harmed until "the Boss" can speak to me.

The goons start arguing and even fistfighting and I am able to grab my bag and lunge at the door. One of the gangsters grabs my legs and pulls me to the floor, as the other three goons take no notice and continue fighting amounst themselves, and while the guy who has me struggles to hold my logs with both arms, my hands are free and I pull the gun out of my bag, unlock the safety and stoot the guy holding me squarely in the forehead. The other three gangsters stop fighting and stand stunned for a second as I scramble out of the dead man's grasp and for the door. The gangsters simutaneously reach for their steel and I am sure that I am dead when the motel room door is kicked in and a hail of machine gun bullets rips into the bodies of the remaining gangters and cuts them down where they stand.

I look up and see the blond haired man from before standing there holding two mini tommi guns, blood from his own gunshot wounds all over his shirt and a trickle of blood out of his mouth. He is backlit from headlights in the parking lot and looks enraged as he stands there and stares down the bloody corpses of my kidnappers. His expression softens when he sees that I am alright and I don't know how he survived being shot several times but he takes me away from there and we continue drivng down the highway - I assume to New York City, but I am not sure because I cannot remember anything more from this dream other than that the blond man reveals that Prof. Alberts organized both the robbery and my kidnapping and was "the Boss" behind the whole mess. He also revels what the Eagle Crest is and why it is important (it is magic or something?) but I cannot remember exactly what the details were now.

6/10/2011

I had several random bits of dreams occurring after another. The last I remember is someone being in one of those cheap romance movie where there is VERY bad Voice acting, and I see myself shaking hands or doing a group "let's put our hands together" as if we were the power rangers or some nonsense.

Then after we proceeded to walk, I believe I had to go to the bathroom. I believe this phenomena occurred before said dream. I was searching which toilet to do my business (Number #1 Mind you), but this dude took the BEST one in there, which had a covered side to his right.

So I keep looking for the right urinal to use, and then some other dude was using it. Both were Asian, the first being one I knew at Mayde Creek High School, and the other is just random, but he seemed to be a mix of two Asian people I knew of in middle school. When I finally found a toilet (not a urinal this time), after shifting through each door, believing there HAD to be a toilet to use, I finally found one!


It was the ONLY one I realized was manifest to me, and the left side of that last bathroom scene was faded. I proceeded to do my business, and two people were watching me from the SIDE, not the front.

Either way, I'm thinking that these people aer invading my PRIVACY. From my view of doing my business, my penis seemed to be erect while peeing out, which didn't go so well. It went FULL HADOOKEN STYLE and went like 90 miles per hour or something like that haha.


Then some got on my mouth, and chin, and I was like "What the heck?". Suddenly I have this epoch of disgust with me and I'm in ANOTHER environment, and people seem to be laughing at me because I had my urine in my mouth. And some random girl was panicking as if me being covered in urine on my chin and near my mouth was a big deal.

So I wanted to "SHUT UP" or something of the worth to just let her know a piece of my mind. But she made it even more difficult, and we were suddenly outside some environment, all I could remember was chasing this girl up some red carpet-lookish like stage that was a bit higher than normal. I think I was trying to stop this girl from crying, then this lady who was dark-skinned like the girl, was an adult I believe I've seen recently whom I never talked to.


The last dream I had, there was this girl I never talked to. It could've been my dream guide, but she was just staring at me (somewhat serious but I just couldn't TELL :/ ). Anyway, that moment faded to another phenomena, and apparently some dude had a BAD happy ending when he was rejected by someone, and I'm thinking "Lol wtf is this?"

Then I remember cheering this guy up, and some other dude came along (Which is back to the dream I stated in the first sentences before the bathroom and the two asians). And we do all of what the first sentences I put said until to the point we were doing a group "BROS BEFORE HOES" hand formation, I think haha. So now we're in this hall, and I'm asking these guys if they ever heard of Donnie Yen, a popular Asian martial artist who has made several movies.

Then when one of them turned around, you guessed it...it was an asian I think I knew (I have NOTHING against Asians okay? :3 Without them, where would super duper happy fun time be right?) ANYWAY, back to the randomness, I feel as if I'm telling all this in a random order, believing that I'm going the right path as I'm explaining it to you so much (which might be bad, but it's freaking 2:14 AM in the morning, and I can still attempt to go back to the dream).

So I now recall being in this FANCY dining hall, following these people (I think), and it's some of the people I know from this school I moved to after Mayde Creek High School. I see this girl sitting and smiling as she's looking over something. She was blondish, I believe her name was Ashely, a girl I sat with a few other girls with at this school I graduated from.

And that's just it I believe. I wake up to reality I believe, BUT I try my best to QUICKLY CLOSE my eyes and be still as possible (WILD I believe, and sorry if I mess up with the acronyms, I still have to indulge into their full meaning, just so many (well not really, I'm just thinking it's hard) to think of.I did a Reality check to see if my hands were the same as before I went to dreaming, it looked the same.


Then I held my nose with my right hand, couldn't breathe, so I figured I was back to reality. I got my laptop (which boots up pretty quickly for me to do this journal) and start typing these dreams away, and I start to do ANOTHER Reality check by holding my nose, still couldn't breathe (said face is sad right now) BUT I WILL NOT GIVE UP!



Woke up 4:35 AM, this time, I knew I was bloody dreaming, but I just couldn't manifest enough competence to rub my hands or just USE MY CONSCIOUSNESS! I remember watching the news, ABC 13 Eyewitness News for that matter, and some funny stuff was happening on that channel. First off, there was this Asian weatherman (I don't know what it is with me and Asians, but I have NO problem with that lol) and this guy was SO INTO REPORTING THE WEATHER MAN.

He had like an assistant, who I believe was BLONDE. THe Asian guy was wearing, (Wait, now that I think about it, they WASN'T ASIAN!) It was actually a guy on channel 13 that would come about NOON. you know, the news that occurs before the soap operas like Bold and the Beautiful came on. HE had gray hair, I believe he is an anchorman, but somehow he was the weather man. He wore a professional suit (of course), but it was a little big for him.

It was like he was doing the Michael Jackson "Don't Stop Till you Get enough" style of wearing, but NOT necessarily dancing like him, or becoming any sort of manifestation of him. Like two ends on the bottom of his suit were a little bit more curved and expanded. Probably because he was declaring speech as if he was a Asian who was in a gameshow (you know PLACE YO BETS NOW!!! BANZAI!!!!) and a mix of William Shatner's rapid and odd movement (You know when he's bending down, then suddenly fifty feet to the right doing some pose while he's talking).

I'll let that mentality crawl into you people's mind for a while.........OKAY moving.....He was doing a weather review on Australia, SERIOUSLY? AUSTRALIA? Anyway, with his assistant, he talked about the demographics of Australia, then the blond assistant was marking something on the screen, you know, like when they do those circles to show you where there's heavy rain activity or something. But she was drawing a think black line I could barely see. I don't know if it was the north of the South side image of Australia she was doing, but I THINK it was the north.

But I shouldn't assume...bad idea there. But it's as if there's some kind of DREAM SIGN, or maybe I'm just being paranoid about why I was see an image of Australia in the news. ESPECIALLY FOR ONE THAT'S REALLY FOR TEXAS LOL. Anyway, back to that anchorman who is a bit too HAPPEH FAIS. His mouth was making that "O" formation, as if he had to poop or was stub his toe on something. He was pumping his fists (I think), and then somehow, this blond assistant (I couldn't get a reasonable image of her visage), then somehow zoomed the T.V. in, and all I could see where hands. It's as if it where HER HANDS.

(DREAM GUIDE MUCH?!?!?!!?) Anyway, she was drawing lines on the odd piece of Australia, like she went super max zoom, but this stuff was still visible! It was like watching 1080p HD rocks of Australia that were VERY SMALL if zoomed out. Then after a while, it started to become a commercial. Like the ADULT SWIM COMMERCIAL, you know? With them using their black background and white text and saying some random stuff, but the background wasn't black, I think it was still light blue-ish, and I think it was still the zoomed in view of very small parts of Australia.

The Anchorman (not the assistant) was saying some random crap I couldn't comprehend or remember, but I just saw hands moving for a while ( I think).

THEN I'm watching more news, the same Eyewitness 13 channel. But it seemed to be in a more earlier time than the noon one. I think it was the EARLY EARLY team, (you know, Tom, Sharron, CASEY CURRY) WAIT CASEY CURRY IS BLONDE, A BLONDE WAS DOING THE WEATHER FOR THIS ANCHORMAN...HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP. I THINK IT WAS CASEY CURRY WHO WAS DOING IT!!!! Because as I was watching some random facade of a news anchorman ( A different one from the super duper fun time/William Shatner mix), I heard her voice.

And you know those little mishaps in the news where you could here one of the staff members speaking in the back, like the microphone was somewhat set on them while you could hear the anchorman's voice that was louder than theirs? You get what I mean? Like when one news reporter was listening to what Children wanted to say to her, and when she said "We'll be right back," they pan to a black screen for a while, and she said the F word (but she was 1/4 from saying it until a commercial that said NICE CATCH!!! came on lol) It Was like that, and I apologize if you're mixing that in with Casey Curry lol, just giving you some of the randomness I was seeing.

Yeah in the back, (with the anchorman's voice still talking a bit louder), Casey Curry was talking some negative STUFF man! I thought she was those happy-looking people! I didn't necessarily see her visage in the back, just her voice. And I believe she was talking about how the Hispanics (Mexican is what she said) were holding up the traffic? Lol that was random of her to say, but SHOCKING because I know other people (generalization mentality here) would be shocked as well, and I was expecting them to somehow cut that bit out, but her voice kepy going and going and going!

Anyway, back to the super duper Asian fun time guy with the assistant (which I think was Casey Curry, but I just couldn't see her visage still). I think he was advertising Australia's resorts or something, but I didn't see that, I saw light blue-ish white-ish foam, and it was one of the commercials where "YOU BE GOOD NAOI KAY?" (I know, what the heck is wrong with my mind?!?!? Haha) And the guys face started to go into the foam, like he was embracing going in, I don't know if it was my face or his, but a face going into that light blue-ish, white-ish foam.


I think that same moment was the medium for me to enter a different Scene Scenario, which was me being in school, but there were some people I knew THAT DID NOT GO TO THAT SCHOOL (Mayde Creek High School). I even have these people on Facebook, but I will keep those names classified. I was entering some class, and I think the floor was suckable (Lol WHAT THE HECK). It had the foam that I mention before, but I think it was just a flash moment, or just be ASSUMING again. (ugh) Anyways, I think I was told the floor was suckable and tasted sweet. So I believe I proceeded to suck on the floor, it tasted like ice cream (Vanilla perhaps, 1905 Vanilla possibly, because I like that kind of flavor). I DO KNOW THAT I WAS VIEWING THIS IN FIRST PERSON, I just DON'T KNOW if I was lucid at all, but I could feel me sucking on the floor.


(But when you compare that with my actually body, I could probably sense it was my external human body making that sucking sound, but I didn't feel that, or become aware if that was true or not. I just kept sucking this floor to the max, it tasted so GOOD!!!! And I remember two people joining me too!

One girl, one boy. The girl looked pretty nice. Nice visage, probably tied up hair, but it looked long, was a bit brownish, she looked Hispanic, her face was a bit white. But girl was SUCKING THAT SWEET FLOOR as if she finally found some dick for once LOL. She even rolled her tongue and licked that floor, (kinda kinky huh?) Then the dude was behind her sucking on the floor too. I wanted to get closer to this girl, to see if we could "accidentally" lick each other ;D.

But then I was afraid that the dude behind her could be her boyfriend you know? But when I looked at him, I KNEW who this guy was, and (here I am with ASSUMPTIONS AGAIN) that this guy could not have possibly worked his way into a relationship with this beautiful Hispanic girl. Then an image of that SAME GUY, who was a model for some new clothes fashion. It was like those POLO SHIRTS, and it was white with it's collar open, then there was some odd attatchment to it, like the hood of a jacket (Really? A hood on a polo shirt? Talk about Lady Gaga's wardrobe malfunction...) ANYWAY sorry for being a bit off topic there. Yeah the guy was wearing that outfit that was white, it had a blackish stripe near the top of it I believe, and it was like it was a picture. That portrayed itself to me for a few seconds. Then I heard a teacher or someone say "Okay guys..." ( I think), which made us get up. I think these were my Dream Characters obviously, and then they started to leave, so I thought that the bell to go the next class period initiated. I was still in first person view, and I had my backpack with me I believe, but it was open.

Then a teacher that I knew, which was my AP English Lit 4 teacher, (I had several of them when I moved from school to school in real life, but this is the most current one I had before I graduated). She was asking me something, like she wanted something that I probably didn't realize I took. I couldn't get an image of this (because I couldn't rub my hands or spin I think) But I gave something back to her.

She had that surprised look on her face too. (Probably because I was the quiet one in the classroom in reality lol). Anyway, I suddenly find myself running to the next class period, and I saw more dream characters, but they weren't staring at me like creeper style you know? Just people living their lives, doing normal things. Well everyone (students) were rushing to class, these were the students that were about to become tardy. I was one of them apparently, because I was running like AS HARD AS I COULD (I don't a tardY! haha) I believe I was going to my AP ECONOMICS class, but for some reason, I saw a flash (quick flash) of my AP Government teacher's face, which helped me make an assumption that it was my AP GOVERNMENT class I was going to.

I kept running and running, then I saw a few noticeable people. One girl was black, and she was the kind that creeped up on me when I moved to the High School I graduated from. BUT WE WEREN'T IN THE SCHOOL WE WERE IN REALITY. It was MAYDE CREEK HIGH SCHOOL. (With it's greenish looking stair bars. I believe I was near the entrance of the school for visitors and the front office). I was climbing those stairs like there was no tomorrow lol (because I think the tardy bell was going to ring). But it felt as if I was going a bit slow, like my mind wanted to capture a few of the dream characters' faces.

But I didn't make social contact with them. I think I was trying to leap up the stairs (you know jump two steps or even three steps at a time) but everything was still slow! Somewhat slow, because that same girl that creeped up on me, was actually being creeped herself by some random person, I couldn't tell who, because I just saw the back of them as she was mouthing the words "Nonono" lol. Then I started running some more for a few seconds to reach my class, but everything faded.

I couldn't even dream spin or do anything. But then again, this is my second day trying to do a lucid dream. I just have to keep trying!! I do find it funny that my environment was Mayde Creek High School, but the teachers and students I briefly saw obviously belonged in the other school I came to after Mayde Creek High School. SORRY FOR THAT LONG STORY, but I tried to remember as much as I could.

6/9/2011

I had a dream that the #1 of 2011 of a school I've been to invited me to a party. I wasn't too clear of this purpose, but we were talking about it for sure. I also remembered my friend Marisa whom I was talking to. After that, we had the party, but I didn't see them. It seems as if it was my biased thoughts on parties since I would go to adult parties with my parents. There was food, and the most of I can recall of it was cookies, and this party experience was pretty short. Then randomness happened.

I remembered being on a mission with no weapons to use, just hide and run type of a mission, and suddenly, I just came out to a battlefield. I was telling the others on this field to try and shoot me! And with confidence too! But I think I was too fast for them! Then suddenly I was trapped by two soldiers I believe, and was challenged to use some objects that looked like Sok-em Bopper (or whatever you call them). Then some girl I knew from another school was holding my hand after I didn't want to
accept this challenge.

I felt the grip of her hand as she told me a few things and then walked away. After that, I think that was it. xD

I had another dream that I had these sex toys. I'll try to be a bit appropriate but they were mostly for a woman to use for anal and vaginal playing, most likely because of a little fetish for anal I guess, and I'm a male.

But I didn't even touch these things.I could smell the type of lubricant used for the toys for some odd reason, it had that odor you smell from the rubbing alcohol.

I was could feel the possibilities of using these things, but again, I started to see the dream slowly fading away. A parent of mine also found me watching pornography, but they didn't react, they just looked as if it were nothing. I think it was a imbalance of an AMV I watched on youtube on a JaraiyaxTsunade pairing video( I can give the link ---> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnQ152CIFR8 <---) and somehow seeing random ads on pornography (mostly involving hentai) . So I was trying to close these tabs, but they kept coming up when I was watching that same pairing on youtube.

I was trying to see if it was back to normal, only to see several videos of hentai showing up. But then it went back to that pairing, during that epoch of frantic closing and refreshing, my parent left the room haha. Then I remembered I still had the sex toys there, and was willing to try them out, but like I said in the first sentences, the dream faded out and I woke up with an erection.

Then I woke up with an erection, most likely because of the effect of the male REM cycle. And I had this dream AFTER another one this same day! I slept at around 7:00 AM after suggesting my body to wake me up at 6:00 AM (First the first time, and I woke up pretty darn close to it too).

I had another short burst of dreaming before this sex toys one of helping my father with repairing something in the house, and we where below the attic, but I just remembered helping him pick up a few long blocks of wood.

When my mother passed by to give us something to drink, I could see how my father would react to my mother just randomly coming in, like it was annoyed, since we were working. After that, I had the sex toys experience, but I don't know how I transcended from the prior I just explain after the first one. But I did SMELL, which has to be some sense, and I didn't have any kind of rubbing alcohol with me, but I did remember using lotion.

What's funny is that I could smell the lubricant that was alcohol based, I didn't realize I was dreaming, I thought I WAS experiencing the trauma of a parent finding out their child watches porn LOL, but it didn't feel so bad xD.

Slept !2:00 AM
Woke 6:00 AM

I am outside in the beautiful Florida weather with my grandparents. They are annoying like usual, and are resting on beds outside in the middle of a street. They ask me, "What are you doing?" I tell them that I am about to go to school. Then I say, "Fuck high school, I'm going to the University of Miami!" I start walking down the road, and in about 5 seconds, I am by the University of Miami. I see that today is orientation because many people are walking up this giant hill to the school with bags of luggage. While we are walking, I hear the song, Aliens Exist by Blink 182. I look for my roommate, but can't find him. I see my friend S.V. walking by, and I say hi to him. He completely ignores me and continues to walk. I say hi again and he doesn't acknowledge me. I see another friend, Alexei, and I say hi to him. He starts talking to me casually about a bunch of stuff. Very friendly person.. Someone next to me sees the head of orientation who is on top of a slope about 1,000 ft away, and asks, "Hey, are we supposed to listen to what you have to say." Immediately, the entire group of about 500 people stop and see what he has to say. The orientation guy responds, "Nah we can do that later, for now just go to your dorm and drop everything off." I magically teleport to a street and see this blonde preppy kid. I say whats good? and he starts telling me a story about how a cop pulled him over and asked him for money. The blonde kid says, "I told him I had two quarters and two pennies." When he said that, I picture the incident in my mind and see the two pennies and two quarters in the cup-holder of his car. The cop says, "Where'd you get that money from?" The kid says, "Some Spiritual guy." I start cracking up.

Then I awoke

There was a dream that kept repeating so I thought I was dreaming because I thought that I just saw it. So there was this one guy who was supposed to run up the hill and kick my ass, but since I was lucid this time, he didn't. I threw a bag over his head and went ninja on his ass non-stop. But he still didn't die.

Fat hobbit boy was walking around our school and he was dressed as santa.

Slept at 12:00 AM
Woke at 4:30 AM
Special Notice: Didn't use the computer before bed for the first time in a while

Late at night in Brooklyn, me and my friends, Mark, Justin, and Mike enter a really small restaurant, a bit larger than the size of my bedroom. I have a medium sized bag of cannabis in my pocket. We order our food, and it doesn't come. Then these two women around their 40's walk into the store by these bar stools. I notice that there are three bags of cannabis next to them. One of them is definitely a pound of uncured stuff, and the other two are also quite large. Somehow my cannabis gets mixed up with the ones on the ground. I take either one or two of the bags on the floor, knowing inside my head that they are the property of the owner's friend, who happens to be Jewish. The two women are staring at me when I take the bags, and I feel a little nervous that they are watching me. My friends and I then leave the store and start walking to my car.

Then we see this blonde preppy-looking kid and his Indian friend on our pathway. The preppy kid walks past us and the Indian kid is just standing there. I see the owners friend walking by, and I say "There are bags in your store, and I think that preppy kid is about to take your stuff." The owners friend says, "I know," and starts running after him. We proceed to walk to my car, crossing an intersection. Right after we cross the intersection, a car goes speeding by. I think to myself that it was a cop. I then feel my pocket, and notice that my wallet isn't there. "Where's my wallet," I ask. I start wondering if the kid will find out that we took his stuff so I tell Mark, "Yo, can you call him up and ask him how many bags he had?" While on the phone with the owner, I hear Mark say, "We almost got away with it." I freak out and say, "No what! Let me talk to him!" I put the phone up to my ear, and ask the owner, "Yo, can you ask your friend how many bags he had? I don't know if I took an extra.

Then I woke up