non-lucid

Blue= Non-Lucid
Red= Lucid
Orange= TOTM
Green= Real life/ side note

Ok so there are two versions of part 2 because i messed up the title.

So maybe this started out in the middle of part 2 IDFK my dreams are weird.
Anyways i remember going to this tower where you would go through these lines that were like gates and then you would go to an elevator and then go up and go to the next gate and then at the final one you would go to the airport and go inside and then go the the gate where the plane was. So anyways i did that and we took off and headed to seattle.

Blue= Non-Lucid
Red= Lucid
Orange= TOTM
Green= Real life/ side note

So this one started out like from a 1st person view from the roof of my house and i guess i had become a half zombie. Anyways my mom was saying that she found a half zombie. And i told her not to say that or i would get pounded. Then the view went to a group of zombies that were by my porch. There was a tiny zombie with a weird thing on its head and it was like sucking its brains and it looked really painful ( this was called getting "pounded"). Anyways i remember going down to my street and running like hell to get away. Then the zombies came and they were on the sides of some tanks like trying to jump on me but i got away and next thing i knew i was in a ferrari going under a bridge. I was with a black haired girl and we were trying to get to the airport to get a plane and fly away. We saw a wrecked plane and we figured that it was an attempted escape by a survivor. So we got to the airport and got in the a 737 and drove it around but then crashed into a building and then that Tom kid was there and zombies surrounded us and we did the same thing.

Blue= Non-Lucid
Red= Lucid
Orange= TOTM
Green= Real life/ side note

So this dream continued throughout the night and even when i woke up and went back to sleep it would continue. I was like half lucid in it


So the dream started out at my house and i'm not sure of the exact location but i remember being at my house and talking to this kid who like knew about the zombie apocalypse. Anyways he said that it was going to happen in 4 different cities. One being Spokane and the third being Paris. So anyways i remember running out to my tree house where some people from my RTV class were. They were helped up my one of the kids named Tom. So i was running to them and i like was really slowed down and i was scared that the zombies would kill me as they were coming through the fences leading to my backyard. Tom said shouted to me "Are you going to be able to jump fast enough?". Tom had a shotgun and i hoped he would cover me but i was sure that the gun didn't have enough range. So i finally got up to the tree house and when i got there zombies were swarming from all angles. Earlier i had told Tom that if a situation like this occured. He would have to shoot me and my friend and then kill himself so we wouldn't get torn apart by the zombies. So he killed us all and that part ended.

It was my younger brother's party. We were in a big, grandiose house, setting up for the party. Lots of arrangements were being made, and everybody was bustling around the house getting things ready before the guests arrived. There was an outside pool, which seemed to have been dug out of the ground. Someone had peed in it, and I asked Joel if he knew where the anti-colouring tablets were, so we could put them in the pool to remove the disgusting yellow tinge.
When the party started, there were alot of 12-14 year old girls walking around, and my family were still running around doing things.

I'm at a public park in Shanghai where some kind of festival is going on. There are many rides, attractions and fast food vendors. I am my dream incarnate Chun-li, who is usually Chinese, but I know intinctively in this dream that I am half Chinese, half Japanese, and this is something I have to keep a secret because at this point in time the Chinese and Japanese have very tense relations and there is great suspicion between the two nations in my dream.

While there is not yet war, trade and immigration has been halted and anyone who is Japanese is immediately exiled or extradited to Japan. The same thing happens in Japan to people of having Chinese descent. People like me, with half and half relations, keep quiet because of the fear of being rejected by both countries. I greatly fear being exiled to Japan because I have lived in China my whole life and would not know where to go or what to do in a foriegn country.

I am with a small group of friends (who know of my half blood and keep it a secret) and we are watching acrobats doing tricks on giant trampolines. Afterwards we watch some fireworks and then go to check out the food vendors. The park is open all night but many people have left and few people are still around. Mostly the campsites containing the vendors families and supplies are still active. The moon is full and directly over head. My friends and I go down one road at the edge of the park and find North America food vendors containing stores like KFC, Taco Bell, a few pizza places and Burger King. One of the vendors between all of these North American vendors is a food store selling Japanese style food and sushi, though it outwardly passes itself off as a fish and chips joint. We are surpised at this and dare to order some food from there. The vendor is very kind and quietly gives us are meals (I order sushi pizza and an eggplant handroll) and we sneak off to a picnic table in the now dark park to eat our forbidden food. I become nervous because I can see some of the Chinese vendors across the street watching us.

The next day my friends and I are at a mall complex doing some shopping when we hear the news that Japan and China have declared war with each other. Many people in the mall have gathered around a large audio/video display which was previously selling automobiles but has been switched over to report the breaking news. The reporter says that the two countries armies have met in the Sea of Japan, not shots have been fired yet and there seems to be a highly tense stalemate with neither side yeilding their positions. The report then reads a breaking bulletin that people of Japanese decent, no matter the degree, are now labelled as enemies of the state and are to be arrested immediately. I feel dizzy and sick to my stomach when I hear this, and have to sit down for a moment because of weakness in my knees.

When I gather myself I leave my friends and run all the way up to a second floor department store where I know works a half Chinese half Japanese fashion designer. We know each other as acquaintences but he is not happy to see me. Because of his open and flamboyant personality (he's gay and dies his hair blond) he has never denied being half Japanese and now he knows he will probably be arrested because of it. We sit on a display counter in his store and listen to the news report coming from the floor below as it reports the breaking news that the two country's navy vessels have begun firing at each other and several ships have been already sunk. Almost everyone in the mall is now gathered around the giant television to watch.

Suddenly my friends come up the stairs and run to us. One of them says that we should start a protest for peace and that we could have a fashion show as a fund/awareness-raiser. The fashion designer is pleased with the idea but says he will probably be arrested soon. My friends give him encouragement and they start fussion over details like location, participants and the such but I kind of phase them out and listen to the live reporting of shell fire and bombs now on the Chinese coast far south of Shanghai. The dream skips ahead a few days, the fashion designer's store is a hive of activity. We have found hundreds of people to join in our war protest and dozens of people willing to participate in the fashion show fund raiser. The fashion designer has not been arrested but he and his store is under constant servaillence.

This dream ends here and I get up to use the washroom. It sort of continues after I fall asleep but there are some differences.

I am in the mall from the previous dream, planning a fashion show with my friends, but we are no longer in China and there is no war with Japan, but the gay fashion designer is still here, though he is now just Japanese, and he is arguing with one of the other designer's of the show, who is a Chinese woman. They each want the show to be influences by their countries of origin and argue like cats and dogs about trivial details like colour themes and placement of artwork. Several of my friends are watching the arguments with bemusement as we help set up.

One of my friends is a brown haired girl named Lily. She suddenly leaves the store and we cannot find her. A young man with blond hair shows up and asks me and some of my friends to join him outside, were we find Don Cherry about to start a tour of the city in what looks like an Apache helicopter. On one side of the Apache is a smaller version of the copter as some sort of escape vehicle. It seems normal to everyone else but I cannot understand why the helicopter has a helicopter on it.

The blond man gets in the mini copter and detaches it from the big one and lands it on the mall's patio roof. Don Cherry and my friends get in the big Apache and take off. I am too freaked out to get in either copter. When they are gone Lily suddenly shows up but I notice that something is odd. She has no idea about the fashion show she had previously been helping set up and she started talking about the public park festival from the previous dream, which in this dream, was not supposed to exist.

The blond man tells me that there has been a tear in space and time and that there are now two Lily's in this world. The doppelganger Lily doesn't belong in this world and her presence here threatens the existence of the real Lily, who is stuck in the past. The blond man gets into the mini copter and there is a brilliant flash of light and he and the machine disappear. The doppelganger Lily is very shallow and airheaded and keeps asking me vain and repedative questions.

The big Apache carrying Don Cherry and my friends return and are happy to see Lily, but they don't notice that this is obviously not the real one. I can hear the blond man's voice in my head saying that space/time is shifting so that all the abnormalities that came through the interdimentional tear are becoming normal. Things will only return to normal if he can find the real Lily and return her to this space and time.


I cannot remember the end of this dream.

I am at a campsite near a lake. I am poor and have few posssessions and I think I either live there or am staying their until I move on to a new place because I am essentially homeless. The roads and campsite grounds are mostly gravel, with tress scattered here and there.

I keep to myself and mostly stay on my site but for some reason a group of three adolescent boys start throwing small rocks at me. I ask them to stop but it only provokes them and soon their are five boys throwing handfulls of gravel and rocks at me. People on surrounding campsites do nothing to help and only stare. My tent offers little shelter and it collapses. I suddenly remember that I have an archer's bow and I go and get it. The bow I find looks like it was constructed of plastic and duct tape and I only have three arrows. I try to fire an arrow at the boys as a warning shot, but it turns out my bow IS made of platic and duct tape and it falls apart.

A vagrant old man suddenly appears and hands me a dart gun and some darts, telling me that this will be much better. Suddenly something happens (but I can't remember what) and the boys throwing the rocks suddenly stop and run away. I have not fired the dart gun so I don't know what scared them off. I am exausted and sore but my tent has been destroyed and the only possesion I have left is a blanket, a sleeping bag and a pillow.

I leave the campsite to find a slab of concrete near a building to sleep on, but other vagrants have picked spots around the building and space is scared. I don't know what the building is or used to be and the windows and doors have been boarded up. There is a road that either leads deeper into or exits the campsite and it runs right only where all the vagrants are trying to hunker down for the night. Many people shout unkind things or throw garbage at us and it is near impossible to sleep. I become so frustrated I go for a walk and when I come back a blond haird man has stolen my spot and is sleeping in my blankets.

Suddenly I cannot cross the road because it is a deep chasm filled with a raging river and I feel depressed and tired and want to throw myself in.

I am a spirit and invisible to some people, though I can voluntarily be visible in front of certain people. I can pass through floors and walls, yet I can reach out and move small objects and interact with the people who can see me.

I'm not dead, and I am still human, but for some reason nonphysical existance is normal for me and my friends and co-workers accept that. I am working at an investigation office of some kind. Because of my non physical form I work as spy and information gathering. The building I work in is a three storey Edwardian style house and I can float around safely inside without bothering the many people who work there.

My division manager is an young Asian man who's name starts with a T (but I forget the actual name now) and he sends me out in my invisible form to spy on gangsters and corrupt corporations working around the city. I always work at night because sun light hurts me or paralyzes me or something.

The dream becomes blurry and I cannot remember a bit, but something happens and a big bad corporation with corrupt political ties obtains some kind of technology that not only detects my nonphysical presence, but can harm me if I come to close to security sensitive areas in their head office.

Another of the bad guy's technologies is a machine that allows users to mimic my nonphysical form and float around, but unlike me, they are always visible in a semi-transparent state and cannot interact with physical objects. The people they test the machine on die afterwards. My boss, T is kidnapped and forced to used the machine. He dies before we can save him.

I cannot remember the end of this dream.

Strange dream I guess. I was at a reception because I just got married to this guy I had really deep feelings for. Lets call him Nerd 'cause thats his nickname when I talk about him. So anyway,the dream was in third person and from what I saw, we were going to head for the HONEYMOON. Its so weird and I don't even want to get married. Especially with HIM. But I saw myself in my wedding dress and I got to say, I look pretty hot. And it was somewhere in a beach?? Maybe, don't remember much after because I woke up. So yeah...

A bumble bee landed on my forehead. I was afraid it would sting me, but I started trying to videotape myself with the bee on my head instead of trying to get it off.

Eventually I got a stick to give to someone to help me get it off.

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I had a lover. She was a real beauty. I kissed her on the mouth a little, but it wasn't vivid.

I ended up at the airport with some friends and this woman. I got out and saw my dad there. I felt I needed to explain why I was with this other woman, but it never happened.

Then I was in some room with a bunch of friends (no faces). My new woman became a wild, tribal black woman. She started doing a wild dance. She got a 2 X 4 and started banging it into her groin. This had to do with her being "beautiful," so her dance was sexual. I was stunned. Later she was white again, and beautiful.

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I was at a BMX competition. I ended up on a bike on the front lawn, not in the competition. I could only hang on the handlebars by the very end of the bars, so I didn't have a good grip; still, I took off and went so fast approaching a chained-off walkway, I had to do a bunny-hop. I was surprised I got about a foot of lift or more and was able to clear the chain.

I started to use pedal brakes and was afraid that I had a fly-wheel. My pedal brakes worked and I started to skid and slow down.

Then I was overlooking the BMX competition. The track was more of an obstacle course and looked just about impassible. It would have been ridiculous in waking life. It was a crevice with the hill-side closing in on the narrow, rocky path.

I move to get another view, pushing aside a thick plastic curtain. It comes down from where it was loosely tacked up. There are a few guys on the other side and one gets upset.

I tell him I'll fix it, he gave me some wood, and said to his friend, "Here you are my leave," trying to sound aristocratic. He said that twice.

I responded sarcastically, "I'm not going to take this (wood), and I think you mean, 'Here you are my liege' (which he did).

Then I was in a warehouse with Chuck Norris. (This is the second dream in a month I have had of Chuck Norris ) He started telling me about women. He said, "Some of them want the (Male) cat, some of them want the cat and the dog! The dog represented the counterpart to a cat, or another way of representing the man. Maybe this is to say that some women want a sensitive man, and some want a sensitive man who also has a macho side to him.

I was going to help Chuck unload and stack three carts of plywood against a wall.

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Dream skip to where I am somehow claiming a portion of land. I am with my brother, and I have a hand-held tiller much like a hand-held vacuum. I'm tilling the outside border of the land I want to mark it off.

I end up at a building which is apparently a church. A friend and I have stashed a couple cases of soda in the church and we are considering it a good thing to have it stashed to get at a later time.

There was something else stashed of more value, but I never really knew what it was.

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Last night I had a dream that my mom came into my room for some reason at 2 30 in the morning. Then I told her mom, I'm dreaming..Actually we both are! And I became lucid for a few seconds. Then I went on the hunt for a quarter to show her that I could make it levitate. But by the time I got downstairs, the there were some kids I know trying to play a trick on me, and I think that took my complete attention off of being lucid, because I never got to flex my powers. I actually remember also riding on a bike with my friend later on, thinking to myself "anything is possible" and tried to sit sideways on the seat and pedal. but I fell, so I clearly didn't have the confidence that I would have if I was fully lucid. I even told some people in my dream about this. I said my mom woke me up at 2 30 ect and that usually when you wake up at that time of night, you are in the middle of a dream and thus become lucid. but I couldn't successfully get my mind to buy into the whole lucid idea. Very close though. Only lucid for maybe 1 minute.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Fragments is what I got. Also ended up in SP twice this morning was awesome! Got arm spasms and heard the loudest sound ever. Was like I was in a storm. Sadly I lost my lucidity as Monica came and wanted to snuggle. She didn't really, was the SP messing with me.

04.30: Sleep

14.00: Fragments
*I'm with Monica and we're about to eat at some very nice Chinese restaurant. I haven't been to the place we're at before and I try to find the place. All I can see is a big square. We check the flyer again. "It should be right here" Monica says. I spot a man with a glove with two black claws on it. He's walking towards us holding a piece of bread. I can see through his act though! "Run!" I tell Monica and push her towards the subway. She starts running and I follow. I look back and the man walks up to another man, scratching his head with the claws. It's supposed to be funny, I don't get it.

*I'm in a supermarket and I meet up with my coworkers. Bosse seems to be pissed at me for leaving them. "So you needed me or what?" I ask him. I throw a chain around and it gets stuck by one guy's ankles.

*I'm at work and I have to do some concrete work. It's almost time to go home, but I realise this will take several hours. I'm not very happy, but I know I have to do it to prove I can.

14.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 9 hours

Supplements: Lots of alcohol

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Dream - Lucid - AP

All I remember from this dream is that I was talking to two guys about shared dreaming, or something about dream interpretation. I was asking them some questions. I felt like they had some sort of authority on the subject.

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I made some weird apple drink. It looked just like apple juice. I made it in one of the tall, clear glasses we use at work for our cold drinks. I put it in a bag to take with me wherever I was going. I thought the drink was going to taste amazing. I remember one of the ingredients being apple cider vinegar. When I got to where I was going (can't recall where that was), I took the drink out of my bag. I looked at it, and thought that there was ice in it, when really, there wasn't. There were, however, croutons floating at the top of the glass.

I took a sip and immediately spit it out. It wasn't near as delicious as I thought it was going to be. It almost tasted like warm, sweet pickle juice. I tried it again, and spit it out. Another girl was next to me, and said something about the drink.

Then, I was outside somewhere. I was with my friend from work, Nate. We went down this path that went down a hill, and came across this bicycle. It was purple and flowery. Nate said he was going to take it. He took it, then went home.

Then, my boss found me at the bottom of the hill. She asked me something about Nate stealing a bike. I said I was there for it, but I wasn't going to go get it from him or turn him in. She got really upset with me; I think she suspended me from work. I didn't care though; I didn't want Nate to get in trouble.

Then, I remember trying to find Nate. I found his house. There was a pick-up truck parked outside in a gravel driveway. I remember being very happy to see Nate. I told him about my boss.

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I was with my family, and we were going on a vacation. I think we were in the Bahamas. At any rate, I know we were on an island. We were staying in a little vacation home at the edge of the island. We were standing on the beach outside the home. There was a man with us, showing us around and showing us the vacation home. He told us to be careful at night if we were going out, because the wolves came out at night. I remember pondering how people even went out at night there because of that.

Then, I remember being inside the vacation home, close to the front door. It was nighttime, and my mom opened the door from outside. She was trying to get me to help her fight off this wolf that had followed her to the door. At that moment, the wolf bounded through the door, and jumped on me. He had me pinned against the wall. I was pretty scared. I remember feeling his gray fur against my hands, as I tried to push him off. I remember feeling his weight against me, and how heavy and bulky he felt. I don't remember who got the wolf off of me, but someone did.

Then, I remember my old friend/an ex, Jake, being there. I told him about the wolves. A lot of the time he was there, I remember him acting childish and pouty. I don't remember much else about him being there though.

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I was outside, in what looked like my old high school's courtyard. It was very cloudy and windy outside. Kacey was with me. I had a binder in my hands, and was holding it above my head. This was causing me to float through the air when the wind blew under it. Kacey had a balloon, and was using that to do the same thing. She told me to try it. I got a balloon, and floated around with Kacey as the wind blew us. We were laughing and having a great time, as the wind would take us high into the air, and then back down.

Then, I had to go back inside to take a Data Analysis test (this class is on my mind a lot, apparently). I entered the classroom, and it was HUGE, way bigger than my actual Data Analysis classroom. There were also many, many more people, and two professors were teaching it, as opposed to one. I remember one of them being an older man with gray hair. He was going bald. All of the tables and seats in the classroom were white.

I sat down in the back of the classroom to take the test. I thought I had been very prepared, but as I took the test, I didn't feel near as confident as I thought (this actually happened a few days ago in waking life, though not to this extreme of an extent). I was one of the first ones done, so I got up and left. I went into the hallway to find my balloon, but it was gone. I tried to get another one from someone. They gave it to me, but I went back into the classroom and left it, hoping that it would still be there when I returned.

Everyone was still sitting down, even though many were done with the test. I figured I probably needed to stay as well. I went back to my seat. There was a black woman sitting next to me. She was still working on her test. My test was still sitting in front of me. There was a stack of tests in the middle of the table we were sitting at. I started to compare my answers to some of the answers on the test on the top of the stack. Hmm...mine seemed way off. I also didn't remember doing the last extra credit problems that everyone else had filled out. I looked, and I had done them. Whew. I then saw other people had the plus/minus sign next to a lot of their answers. Shit, I meant to do that, but forgot. I then was trying to remember if there was a question about confidence intervals, because I thought that was supposed to be on the test. I put my test on the top of the stack, turning it over first so no one could see the answers. Well, that didn't work, because apparently, I had done my test in red pen, and it had bled through to the other side. The black lady sitting next to me asked me if the last problem was way off. She drew a half of a box around my bottom answer in red pen to indicate what she was talking about. I shrugged.

Then, the tests were taken up. We all had to stand up and listen to the old man professor talk. There were boxes of cinnamon rolls in some of the seats around us (and yet again, work creeps into my non-work related dream). The boxes were a clear turquoise/teal-ish color. A girl next to me opened one of the boxes, and broke a piece off of a cinnamon roll, and snuck it in her purse. I thought about doing the same; I started to open a box, but decided not to at the last minute. I then thought that since she had done it, others that saw her would follow suit, as that is only human nature. I then saw a few other people doing the same thing.

We were filing out of the classroom, and there were balloons people were taking. I wanted one, but by the time I got up to where they were, they had all been taken. My other one was also gone. Bummer.

I dream I am in a large room. This room is dark, with very shitty lighting. There's one empty, lightless back room, and just one table here. Also, there was about a dozen people in here. We are unfortunately all trapped in here. We basically just have to sit here bored all day and look stupid. But one bad thing, there is a pregnant girl here with us. And apparently, she IS nine months pregnant. So, we all continue to mope around like retards. It's so fuckin' boring in here. I think I'd have more fun with a fully loaded gun in my mouth(not literally). So, just as things can't get any worse, they do. The worst(or at least I think the worst) scenario happens. The girl's water breaks! Oh shit!!!!! What the hell?! What to do?! What to do?! We are SO fucked now! Then, someone has an idea. He tells us to look at the big green buttons on the ground. We all look. Odd, those weren't there earlier. So, he says someone needs to jump on them with massive force. But the only way to do that is to jump from the ceiling on the buttons. Conveniently enough, there were pipes up on the ceiling like you see in a school gym, or a store. Also, someone had ropes. So now we could get up there. So, he throws his rope up and it wraps around the pipe. One man volunteers to jump. He climbs up the rope quickly. Finally, he swings over to one button. He jumps. Then, he lands and heavily stomps on a button. Nothing happens. Son of a bitch! He climbs back up to try again. He jumps, and lands on another button. Nothing. Dammit! One more button, if it doesn't work, this is gonna get ugly. He climbs up. He really looks nervous now. But who wouldn't? He looks down at the last green button. He jumps. He slams down on the final green button. A doorway opens. Yes! We're saved, and shit, that girl's water is still going. So I rush her outside. There's a man there, who looks surprised to see us leaving. I'm sure he's the bastard who did this. However, there's no time to deal with him. I see an ambulance. I rush the girl over to it. I put her on a stretcher in the back. Finally, I start the ambulance. I floor it. I pick a little receiver that goes out a megaphone. I tell all the cars and people to move. I keep driving like a maniac. This is bad. As we drive through the city, I can see many pedestrians and cars just barely dodging me. Finally, we reach the hospital. I see doctors rush out and take the girl. Good, all is well. Then, the police shows up. I pull a gun out from nowhere. They look pissed. This isn't good. I look at my gun. It's a Magnum 45. The cops get out and fire at me. Oh shit! I take cover and fire back. I have a 45 bitches! Good luck! I take down one cop. Then, another. One more, and shit. Now cops are coming from behind. These ones have shotguns. Motherfucker! They grab me. They point at me with their guns, and I awake.

Awake Non-Lucid

I'm traveling, walking, so fast. So fast that the land -fields, trees and plants- blurs past. In my head I see a map with a highlighted route. Dragons, where are the dragons? There are only a few left. If the other creatures of this land can hide and survive, then haven't dragons done the same?

Silveria, in the north, that is where they must be. I recall seeing one fly over my head the last time I was there. But wasn't I warned away from that place? It has a bad feeling to it. But I must find the dragons!

I follow those in front of me. We get to a place where the path splits into two. They turn right, away from Silveria and the dragons. Why don't they turn left? Confused, I follow them.

"No!" They tell me. "Silveria is a bad place!"

"But we must find the dragons!" I try to say, but they turn their backs to me.

Soon we reach a city. The buildings are black and tall. People chant and crowd the streets. We slow to a normal pace. "I don't like this place..." I whisper.

I look over my shoulder, to see a giant black spire of a building. This jogs my memory. The City of Spires! Why do all my cities have such spires? It reminds me of Oblivion.

I ask my companions if the government resides there. They frown. "No, that is where the thieves are."

Thieves? But I am a thief! I turn from the group and quickly get inside. It is chaos, apparently they are about to be attacked.

I show people a card that shows I am a thief, and they allow me entry. Inside, I find my friend Paul. He looks confused and overwhelmed. I take his hand and take him into a corner, explaining the situation to him. "Stay with me." I say. "I'll keep you safe."

Eventually, the attackers break in. They're wearing all black, with silver chains wrapped around their bodies. I have near to no fighting experience, but for some reason it comes naturally to me. I find that I can jump impossible heights and distances.

I jump and spin, kicking an enemy across the head, killing them instantly. But as I look around, I see we are severly outnumbered. I turn to a dead end, where I find my fellow thieves hiding. I snarl at them to get their act together, otherwise they've doomed themselves. Then I run along a wall, jumpinp and landing against an enemy with my feet on his chest. We go down with a crash.

I back into a room. There's a girl there, who throws daggers at me. I dodge with an inhuman speed, and then pick one up and launch it at her with all my strength. It stabs her in the stomach, and she slides down the wall behind her.

I clench my teeth and lower my head. Every part of me feels tense and alive. I stalk out of the room and into another, where I find a group of sneering men. Letting out a yell, I jump, souring above their heads, landing in their mass.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a house like my great-grandmother's house. Other family members were there. We were all getting ready for a wedding, which was probably going to take place in the living room.

I walked out from the kitchen into the living room. Right where my great-grandmother's chair would have been, there was a bed. Two or three people were in the bed. These were the people who were going to get married.

The people had a weird look, like they were frozen or made out of wax. They had strained, sinewy looks on their faces, like old paintings of people in sorrow and pain. They looked like they were near death. One of them seemed to be wearing ancient robes and a head-covering, like women in Renaissance paintings. The robes, and possibly even the person, seemed to be colored a pale pink.

I think that the scene of the bed made so little sense to me that I actually looked away from it. I couldn't understand how a marriage could be so morbid.

Other family members were seated in different parts in the room, each group spaced well apart from the other. The family members remarked that there was one person missing from the bed -- the woman who was actually to be the bride.

The family members all remarked that the woman was so sensitive about having her picture taken in these situations that she'd avoided this scene altogether. Everybody kind of felt bad for setting up this situation, even though it seemed to be the usual part of a wedding. But everybody kind of looked up to this girl, so they hated doing anything that made her uncomfortable.

I saw the girl in my head. She looked kind of young, maybe in her late teens or early twenties. She was skinny, kind of pale, and blonde, with her hair in a pony tail. She wore tight blue jeans and a white t-shirt which she had tucked into her pants, but which was also a little baggy around her tiny waist.

Dream #2

I was in a small bedroom, like a bedroom for a little kid, with my boss. We both sat on the floor, cross-legged. I sat before a bunk bed. My boss sat near the door.

I had a big, white, cotton bag of laundy in front of me. Inside the bag was a bunch of laundry and two packs of diapers. One pack was pink, and one pack was blue.

I was going through the bag, shuffling through all the clothing, which may actually have been dirty. I may have been trying to pull some stuff together for some kind of business trip that I was going to take with my boss.

My boss started telling me about his old job, which actually had something to do with the packs of diapers in the laundry bag. He had done something like design the diapers or been among the first sales team to promote them, or something.

Apparently the diapers were made for newborns or very young babies. There was some other sort of stuff related to the diapers -- clear, plastic items like tubing and masks (?).

I pretended to be pulling different items of clothing out of the bag. But I was actually more focused on pulling the diapers and the plastic items out of the bag. I wanted to wear the diapers from the pink pack. I think I assumed that the plastic gear helped you fit into the diapers (?).

I hoped my boss didn't catch on that I was going to try and wear these newborn girls' diapers. But eventually my boss stopped talking about his old job. He got impatient that I was taking so long finding clothes for the business trip. He said, "I'll be waiting outside, whenever you finally have everything all ready to go."