non-lucid

All I remember is someone wiping out all of my memories, and me being totally motionless, trying to figure out what to do and where to go.
I looked at a picture in a frame on a table in confusion.

I am an apprentice magician. My teacher tells me that I will be tested. He doesn't say when the test will be or what it will be like. I walk around the building and come in to a room where some magicians are working. There is a big skeleton that looks like a dinosaur hanging in the air. The magicians are slowly trying to assemble it. For some reason I think that they will drop it and it will break, so I use my magic to assemble it. I do so much faster than the other magicians. I notice that the skeleton is from a dragon. This is the test that my teacher told me about and I have passed it. I go to the magicians and expect them to praise me, but they don't seem to be impressed. I think that they should at least be happy because now they don't have to spend hours assembling the skeleton and can do something else instead, but they say that it doesn't matter. A magician always has something to do. They tell me to go to the library to do some research.

I go to the library and look at the books. They are big and beautiful. I pick one and go to sit down. There are many pictures in the book I'm reading. It starts by describing different ways of drawing. There's a picture of some trees drawn in coloured pencil. I think that I'll use the method described there next time I draw. After that the book tells about different heights of trees. It says that trees can be any height and that they even can be different kinds of trees next to each other. I think that is obvious and I don't understand why they'd have to talk about it in a book.

E. is there too. He is watching the children's programme Buu klubben. I wonder why he's watching this since neither of us has watched it in at least 10 years. this episode is about a reporter who visits a female sailor on her boat. It seems to be continuing from last week. It is raining. The sailor tells the reporter about fishing. She shows her how to use a fishing rod. I notice that no one is driving the boat. I think that's odd, but I don't know anything about fishing so I guess that's how it's done. The waves become higher as the sailor continues fishing. I am now with them in the boat. I turn around and notice a man in the water. The waves don't affect him the same way they affect the boat. He scares me and I think that he must be stalking the sailor.

Paintball Camp
It started with me going with a group of people around 17 years of age (I was the only one my age and was the oldest) and we first played basketball. I remember this one girl who had short blonde hair (completely random I don't think I know anyone who looked like her in any way) who was the sister of a new friend I made after basketball.

We went to a lobby area of a cafeteria and talked for a while and everyone got to know each other. I got to know his sister and found out we had much in common. I noticed nobody but me ever talked to her so I decided to befriend her since nobody else payed any attention to her. We got along very well.

Everyone then went to the dorms which were in the middle of a giant paintball course. There were sheets of plywood and little cabins everywhere. When we got back to the dorms, everyone was there but her. I was worried she got lost on the way and asked the counsler if she was alright and he said it was her birthday and we were going to surprise her and he held up a paintball gun when he said that.

I was thinking that shooting her unprotected with a paintball gun when she was unprepared wasn't very cool at all. No one would enjoy that. Everyone then ran down hill one at a time and would shoot at her and she was laughing and trying to hide. Then it was my turn and I didn't feel comfortable shooting someone who was unprotected and said that someone should give her a gun. Some one ran to her and gave her my gun and I got a pistol.

I ran down hill while she hid behind a tiny cabin shooting at me. I got hit about 3 times while running down hill (stung a little). I started shooting at her and she went behind the cabin. I faked like I was going to run around the cabin and she fell for it and turned to run to stop me and at that moment I dove over a sheet of plywood shooting with one arm and shooting her about 10 times (hey she shot me already it was fair). Her jaw dropped and my gun was now empty. She grinned and raised her gun and shot me about 20+ times in the back and a few times in the face (excrusiating pain).

After it was over I limped back to the dorm and she came with me while everyone was laughing at the stunts they just saw. I asked the instructor where he got the pistol and he said Brunos or something random and I said I had been there before and it wasn't there, and he insisted that it was.

The instructor told me that the trigger fell off the pistol and I went and found it and gave it back and after that I woke up.

I could only recall split second of me waiting at the corner of my house as a school bus pulled up.

I'm pretty sure this had nothing to do with whatever I had been dreaming about before I woke up, but I did get a split second of recall of the actual dream, but it was just a feeling that I couldnt describe.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was walking through some park with my mother. It was daytime, and the sunlight was kind of pale. My mom and I were walking along some kind of concrete walkway and up a slight slope. At the top of the slope and off a little to the left, my old friend D sat on a concrete staircase.

My friend D wore a brown, button-up shirt, not tucked in, and light brown, casual pants. His hair was a little long and paler than usual. D looked depressed. When I first saw him, I wondered how I might be able to avoid him. But when I saw how depressed he looked, I figured I should talk to him.

D told us that he knew I hadn't wanted to talk to him. He was only here at the same time as I out of coincidence. He was actually with some group of people working on some kind of volunteer project. D was actually on a break at the moment.

D took me to where the volunteers were. The project was all about pouring concrete for something I may have thought of as an ice skating rink. D showed me that first, people lay down wooden shipping pallettes, so that the slats of each pallette made some kind of checkerboard pattern. Then concrete was poured over the pallettes. The pallettes were supposed to hold the concrete in place.

But I realized that the concrete was supposed to go much higher than that. I asked D how the rest of the concrete was supposed to stay in place. D said that other pallettes were added to the first layer of pallettes, stacked one on the other. But the checkerboard pattern was alternated.

At some point, D may have tried to illustrated what he'd meant. But he may have been required to "go outside" with us, as if the construction project had been inside the whole time. He may have taken me and my mom outside. Then he may have asked more personal questions about our friendship, which I felt bad about.

Dream #2

Some kind of documentary about poor neighborhoods. The neighborhoods looked really torn down and destroyed. For some reason I felt bad about not living in these ruined neighborhoods myself.

I was now flying through some neighborhood that looked like the neighborhood where my family had lived while I was in high school. It felt empty and desolate. It was daytime, and it may have been winter. I feel like there was snow everywhere.

I flew over a lot of backyards. All the backyards were strewn with junk. I finally came to my family's old backyard. I landed on the top of a wooden fence and looked into the yard. This backyard was filled with somethink that looked like old cloths or tarps. The tarps appeared to have been frozen by the cold.

Dream #3

I had bought a new razor. There had been a lot of talk about my razor with a few friends of mine who work in the deli in my office building. I kept shaving and looking at my razor and the other razors I could have bought, as if the bathroom I was shaving in was somehow mixed with the store I'd bought the razors from.

At some point, one of the deli workers slapped me on the back in a friendly way and told me to shave in an upward direction. He then said something about how I was going to have a good shave. That was apparently the same thing as saying I was a good guy.

I was apparently shaving off my mustache. I wondered if that was a good idea.

All I can remember is that it took place on some lush paradise, and the rest at school. I can't quite remember what I was doing in the paradise place, all I remember is that once again, I was looking for someone.

It abruptly cut to my next dream where I was at school. Everything had a sort of depressing bluish tint to it and there was an overcast of clouds. I remember going class to class working on every assignment handed to me before getting to my orchestra class. Once that class was done, I was walking with a friend of mine talking about some issue. He told me that if he was in my shoes, he'd want to move immediately since that was my only option. I nodded and kept on my way to my last class before the dream ended.

Hmm, the more I recall, the stranger impression it leaves with me. I remember other bits and pieces, but I don't know it they were from other past dreams or just me making them up unintentionally. Nevertheless, I need to start working on recall again considering that went down the dream. But things are only looking up from here!

I was in a warehouse. There was some kind of issue which I didn't understand, though neither did I question it. I had a 9mm gun and I was ready.

I wanted something with more punch, and there was a rack of rifles, so I took one. It was really heavy, but I kept it. It takes too much energy in a dream to pick out a new rifle!

I tested the rifle towards a warehouse bay door. There was no bolt. Instead, I would shake the rifle a couple times and get two more shots.

The bad guys backed up a box truck full of weapons. The back of the truck was open and I could see all the guns in the back.

There was an Uzi near the truck with a magazine beside it. I thought I would run get it, but I was afraid the bad guys would pour out any second. Then I decided I better get it because I didn't like the hand gun or the rifle I had.

I ran and picked up the Uzi and the magazine which was wood (I was dreaming about would a couple nights ago all over the place). It was shaped like a long Kit-Kat bar, but made of wood. Also, there was a filler mag in the gun made of foam.

The End

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Dreamt about checkin facebook out and someone spreadin shit about me likin dis girl from ages ago :L
I was Snooki from the Jersey Shore (WTF!) and everyone hated her and she got into a fight.
Wierd times

4/05/11-I had a dream about real life League of Legends. We would have to guard our towers, but we are the players(lol). Then I remember a friend of mine wanted to 1v1 me, but i didn't really know how because it was real life. Then he started slowly punching me. I got a black eye and everybody was saying omg about it.

1-2/4/11

Entry reads like that of a fragmented dream, but was written right after waking from it. In the dream I saw both good and bad outcomes in this experience, I guess my split personality, the nature of my love for her and her actions towards me, may be a factor.

3:22 am
Its weird, I was in a world with Georgia, and things just seemed... right. There was a oneness about it, I was trusting, as was she... Fragments... Down a path with her, path getting darker, bright light for a few hundred metres, then darkness (metaphor for my relationship with her?)... holding her, confronting her, one face is a devil that hates but another face is soothing and loving... The words I wanted to hear "I still love you" and the words I dread "Nothing between us".... I don't know, this one left me on the verge of tears but also happy. Mixed emotions messing me up right now...

I'm somewhere in Asia, I get the feeling it's Japan. I am driving around in my boyfriend's white corvette. It's kind of an old school model but he's put a black light under it. I'm driving in the snow on some sort of hilly or mountain area, and the car is all over the road, mostly out of control. I notice that I have next to no fuel left.

When I get home I immediately get into a fight with my flatmates, about some task we are supposed to do. It's something to do with making small doll's faces/heads. I freak out on them all and stomp off to the bathroom to wash my hands. I suddenly notice my hands, and stare at my fingertips, which look completely normal except for a lot of dark scratches on the fingertips.

The shower door to my right opens and and a girl is there, giving me a dirty look. I try to explain that I didn't know she was there, then bend down to splash some water on my face. She and her wheelchair bound boyfriend jump out of the shower and run giggling into the living room to put on their pants in front of the other flatmates. I call them hypocrites.

Flash forward to return of my boyfriend (an Asian guy I have never seen before). We're fighting outside the Flat, on the street. I'm complaining about my situation, telling him he's gone to America to bed blond bimbos while I am left here to suffer. He says it's not true, then looks guilty as I point out the lipstick on his collar. He changes the subject by laughing at me that I only have 70 cents of fuel in the car. I demand he come back and help me get better connected to get a better job and place to live. I know no one there. I came there for him. He says I should work as a cleaning lady, and I ask him if that's all I am worth.

I find him with some girl who looks like Rhianna, complete with bright red hair. She's crawling on top of him, licks his chest then goes in for the kiss, at first he responds, but then realizes I am watching and pulls back. I come out of the shadows and call the bitch out, telling her to come down (from the loft bed of some sort) and fight me. My man asks if I am seriously going to fight her and I tell him for sure I am, and that I will probably lose.

I get ther first sucker punch in and she looks surprised. I land another hit and she's hurt. Seeing that she's losing, she calls in some burly looking men to help her. There is a Flash forward to me and her and her men at some sort of door. They are all squished up against eachother as if there is no space. I warn them to stay back or I will pull the fire alarm. They seem a bit freaked out by this, then they actually point out to me that I don't have my hand positioned correctly, and show me how to do it properly.

Disturbing dream about a girl who was murdered, her body brutalized. I prefer not to remember any more details about dream

Driving on the highway, going really really fast and getting scary amounts of air off the hills. Asking for a haircut in exchange for giving someone a lift.

My Step Father works for some form of government that is hated by the people. My Mom and I hear the news that there is going to be a revolution and we become scared. We try to convince him to runaway with us but he refuses. We run around the house in a panic gathering up our things and the boy's things. My Step Father is resolute in staying, but in the end he helps us pack up the car.

My Mom has decided my man doesn't really love me because I am not shy and cute, so I plead with him.

Dream - Lucid - AP

All I remember from my first few dreams of the night is me walking around outside at night, in a city I believe. I remember Ryan being in part of the dream, and me ordering food at some restaurant. I also remember repeatedly taking large doses of ibuprofen throughout the dream, because I was in pain (I was really in a lot of pain last night in waking life, and it came into my dreams big time ).

I even remember a false awakening in which I took another large dose of ibuprofen.

In fact, when I woke up, I was hesitant to take anything, because I couldn't remember when I really took my last waking life dose of ibuprofen. -_-

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I was in a chemistry lab at school. I was sitting at a lab table with 3 other people, one of them I remember being someone I went to high school with, Zach. We had to do a project which involved taking data, doing some calculations, and making graphs. We then had to present the information to the class.

I remember talking to Zach about it a little. I also remember being on my laptop, typing out my data and putting it into a huge chart. The chart format made perfect sense to me. I printed it out, and was all ready to present. I showed it to someone at the lab table the next time I was in class, and one of the girls at the table told me that everyone was going to get a zero because I wasn't supposed to use a chart. I got upset about this, because I had worked very hard on it.

Then, I remember being in the middle of a mall or some sort of lobby area. I remember being at a kiosk computer and seeing an escalator in the background. My friend Rachel was with me. I told her the situation, and she asked to see the project. I pulled it up on the computer. She told me I should be fine as long as I had calculated the N-2. I showed her where I did that, and she said I should be ok and to not worry about it. I remember contemplating skipping my classes that day. I had already planned on skipping my first couple of classes. I remembered that I needed to turn in that report in one of my last classes, however.

Then, I remember an old lady approaching Rachel and I. I was holding a cup of water. She wanted to show us something in her room. We were then in her house, and Rachel and I were racing to get to her room. We were laughing as we ran. When we entered, I knocked into something and spilled a lot of my water on the floor. I didn't want to tell the lady, since it was only water. I tapped the wet area with my bare foot to feel if it was very wet, and it was only a little damp.

The lady's bed was right in front of us, and the room was dimly lit by only a little sunlight leaking through the blinds. The lady sat in the corner and talked to us. She asked us if we wanted to see her "robin room", which was a room in which one could observe robins through the window. It took the place of modern day things like TVs, video games, etc. I was excited about this, because I had "remembered" my grandma having one in her old house. It was also very rare for homes to have those anymore. Rachel and I both told her yes. The lady wheeled across the room in her rolling desk chair, right over the area I spilled water on. She didn't notice the spill. She did something that opened the wall up into this attic-type room with two plushy looking chairs in the middle, with a small window at the very top of the high wall. It looked old and cozy. I told her my grandma used to have one of those "robin rooms" in her old house.

Then, the room raised into the ceiling, as if it had only been a backdrop for a play, and I saw this huge scene that looked like something from Charlotte's Web. It had Charlotte singing to the pig about being happy, and lots of happy barnyard animals joining along. I remember one of the 7 dwarfs being in the loft of the barn, and an old man working on something up there. It had an animatronic feel to it. It was weird.

Then, I had an FA in which I got up out of bed, thinking about the "robin room" and still thinking it was real. My room was rather empty; barely any furniture was in it. I walked over to my closet, and my mom walked into my room. I asked her if she remembered grandma's "robin room", and she said, happily and thoughtfully,
"Well...yeah!" She smiled.

Then I really woke up. I'm skipping all my classes today too to catch up on some work and to rest...I feel absolutely out of it.