non-lucid

Here's last night's dreammmm

nonlucid

I was in a van with my dad and little sister. I was in the back. We were goin' on a trip. I don't know where. Suddenly I was at school. My dad said i'd only be there a little while. Then I left. I was in a purple tunnel like thing. In my arms was a little cute pixie animal cat thing that was apparently my baby. I cradled it and cooed. It flew up and got a little star and moon shaped thing. It absorbed them. It looked even cuter. Here, I'll describe it in full detail.
It was really small, about 7 or so inches big. It looked like a grey kitten with aqua blue wings. They were transparent-ish and they looked like butterfly wings. It had greenish eyes.
A woman in a Doctor outfit came over to me. She asked me something about how my baby was and where her daddy was. A guy appeared and hugged me, saying he was proud. I guess he was the dad. I don't remember what he looked like. I woke up then, super confused.
(btw, I had a *flashback* in the dream and remembered me givin' birth to the kitten...)

dream2: fragment
I couldnt open my left eye. When I woke up, I was laying on the left side of my face.

=D Baby pixie kittens are toooo cute!
I've had another dream with the same kitten... *thinking face*

Only one dream, but at least I got some recall back!

The first thing I remember was using the computer. I downloaded and watched some kind of TV-show. I can't remember what it was about, but I remember I thought it was crappy. Somehow I got an idea from the show I think? The idea was that I was going to get some certain kind of rifle, but I can't remember any details. Before I went away to get the rifle, I was confronted by Sandra. She started talking to me and hugging me while talking with me about what I was going to do after getting the rifle, but again I can't remember any details. It seemed that I really needed that one rifle for something. After a while I started driving west from where I live, while listening to the radio, can't remember what music was on though. The last thing I remember was that the car ahead of me slowed down and I had to slow down ridiculously fast because I reacted a bit slowly. Then everything outside the car became blurry and then white, as if there was an extremely thick fog around the car. I thought that maybe the window was dirty and started trying to wipe it from the inside of the car.

My house was a combination of my present home, my childhood home, and my Grandparents Victorian home. My GF was with me, and I got the impression other people were around the house but early in the dream I didn't see them. The visuals were vibrant and realistic.

I asked my GF to wait for me in the attic for some reason. She had just taken a shower and agreed happily. I went into the bathroom after she got out, and I could hear her moving around the floor above me. (Hearing people through walls is a dream sign: Dream 005 & Blackbird Flying) I went down stairs, which led to a weird mix of my Grandparents Victorian and my childhood home. My Mom was down there in a ground level green sitting room. It had a small curtained window with blue dusk light spilling out around the edges of the curtain. She was day dreaming or deeply in thought. We had small talk for a while.

I decided not to keep my GF waiting any longer, I entered my middle bedroom which actually exists in my present house. Inside the closet, there was an extremely old looking pull down latter. I climbed up the latter about 10ft into a small square attic with four shelves. On the shelves were lots of stuffed animals and books. I felt confused. I saw no where else to go. (Recall gets hazy.) From behind me someplace came a woman I took to be one of my cousins, but, never got a clear look at her and didn't recognize her. She pointed out a black and white brochure that recorded the history of one of my ancestors who's books were stored in this attic. There were many unusual sounding books (none of which I recall the exact name of). I remember thinking, a few of these books I would like to "check out" of this library. (Recall gets hazy.)

After looking at the brochure, the space in the attic had opened up. There was a series of rooms situated on the beams in the attic precariously. None had walls, some "rooms" required a leap over weak "fall through" points between beams. There was a group of family members up there with me by this point. None who I recognized or recall clearly. I was fascinated by the familiar location , and the dangerous areas of the attic. (Recall gets hazy.) I looked out an attic window and the view was consistent with a view from the roof of my Grandparents Victorian home (which does have an attic). *I saw two brown hawks flying away. One of them was wearing a strange pendant. I was worried how I "lost" my girlfriend. I was still watching the Hawks fly away from an old looking house about attic height. I heard a voice attempting to reassure me:

"Do not worry about her. Many of your family members were abducted from this attic, and returned." -I woke up.

The attic dream location is olden. There is no accessible attic space in my present home, or any home I have lived in.

I'm extremely happy to have logged current dreams that are consistent in ways with my dreams from over 10-years ago. I was wondering if a lot of our old dream themes get retired. Some of my dreams from the late 90's clearly featured elements from early childhood, but my recent dreams didn't seem too. The other problem was, when I did get the sense I had dreamed of an older theme, for some reason those dreams were more difficult to remember. I would recall only a vague impression of a distorted home.

Likewise, part of my goals for mapping dreamland included using my home as a gateway to old dream locations and repressed dream memories. In 11-months of efforts, this dream is the first with vivid recollection of childhood dream archetypes. Although I've had dream fragments of secret passages and elevators leading to weird but familiar dream locations.

(*) Birds flying is becoming a nightly dream sign. It's resulted in levels of lucidity in repeated dreams.

Plans: Night Five of MILD, goal to meet up with MoSh in a dream and find Asuka because he hasn't seen her in a while and wants to be sure she is ok.

Profoundly Inconsiderate
I am in a house with my ex boyfriend, James. I am in the bedroom with him, we are sitting on the bed, though there is nothing intimate going on. We are watching television together, I don't remember what movie it was, just that it was a comedy. We are watching it, and there is a specific part where a man and a woman are interacting on the screen… I don't remember the exact details. What I do remember is that James makes some comment that I find exceedingly offensive. I look over at him, trying to determine what he is meaning by that comment… is he trying to make a joke? If so, epic fail. Is he being serious? If he is, he's being profoundly inconsiderate. I say he can't be serious, he says of course he is, then he says I actually take this negative trait further than the character on the television. So he obviously isn't joking. I am both hurt and mad, but more mad. I have a soda in my hand… a glass with ice and Coke… I throw the coke all over him. The classical 'throw a drink in his face' reaction. He is not happy with that, but I really don't care. I get up and walk out of the room. I'm looking for my keys to get out and leave…

Dogs Having Kittens
… I drive away from James' house, still mad. I decide I want to stop at a Circle K to get something to drink and perhaps eat. I park and walk inside, where I look around and buy a soda and something fattening. I walk out with a large Coke and a package of Hostess Zingers, chocolate of course. I see something strange outside. Some people are following a dog down the sidewalk. They are having problems holding a large number of puppies, tiny puppies. A woman asks if I can help them collect the puppies. It's Asuka! She says MoSh is over there gathering puppies, but there are so many of them. I go over to MoSh and I start picking up puppies. The strange thing is the dog is still in the process of having puppies.

The dog will go a few feet, then drop out a puppy as easily as if the dog were taking a shit. The tiny puppy is wiggling on the ground when MoSh picks it up and carries it back towards the Circle K to put it in a box. I follow the dog now. The dog stops after about another ten feet and drops a puppy. I pick up the small dog. The mother continues, another five feet or so, drops a puppy. Another fifteen feet… the dog drops a puppy. I pick up the first of those two puppies. When I go to pick up the other puppy I discover it's a kitten. It doesn't even look like a newborn kitten…

I am able to pick up one more puppy before I have to carry my armful of cute back to the box. I meet MoSh on the way back and I mention to him that the dog had a kitten! He looks at the kitten and says not to worry about it, there's at least one of those in every litter. A kitten in every litter of puppies?! He says of course, have I ever seen a litter of puppies without at least one kitten? I put the puppies in the box. Asuka says they are after puppies, so if I would like to keep the kitten, go ahead. The kitten is sooooo cute! I can't resist. I take the kitten back to my car…

A Night on the Town With Jack Sparrow
… For some reason I head back to James' place, I guess I'm no longer angry about his comment earlier. The fact is I don't even remember the comment at this point. Now I want to show him the kitten I just got. The kitten is very cooperatively sitting on my shoulder mewing. The only issue I have is that occasionally when the kitten seems to feel a bit insecure, I feel the claws dig into my shoulder a bit as the kitten tries to hold on. The kitten lets go quickly and licks my ear as of to apologize for the claws. I get to James' place and I let myself in. I don't really notice anything strange when I see Captain Jack Sparrow from the Pirates of the Caribbean series kicked back on James' couch indulging in a bottle of rum. What I do notice is that Jack seems to be wearing one of James' nicest suits, I know for a fact it is the best one James has and cost quite a lot to purchase. I wonder why Jack is wearing it. When I ask him, he says I am being too uptight and I need to get out and have some fun. He drains the last of his rum from the bottle, peers into the mouth of the bottle, then holds it upside down over his mouth to be sure he has drained the last couple drops. He announces the rum is gone and we should go fix that. I tell him I don't want rum… he says I may not want rum, but I clearly need rum. I end up following Jack outside, and we go to a bar down the street where he orders rum. I tell the bar tender that I want mine to be a Coke and rum. The kitten is still on my shoulder. Jack is getting very exuberant. Very active. I see that the suite he borrowed from James is getting seriously trashed. I wonder how James will take that… and I realize I don't care.

*I am at Bara’s garden, where all the little trees are. It is summer time. She is there. I look at her and I feel like I want to have sex with her, but I don’t want to tell her, because I don’t know if she is still with the guy called “Banana”. I haven’t seen her for long so I lost the track. We walk around the garden and it looks that we are alone there. I keep following her and I don’t like it much. I notice that she dries photos in the garden. Then I see her sister in the distance, where the drive way is, but she doesn’t look the same. She is blond. Then I hear some voice, so I turn around and there is Banana. He kisses Bara. I feel a bit angry as it means that they are still together. I think I am helping them in the garden with something. Then we go upstairs to her room, but I don’t stay long and go downstairs again. I see that in the corridor is an old fashion bathroom. I look in the sink and there is “solvina”. But then I notice its all over the sink. There is a kind of bowl made of solivna on the side of the sink with a soup put in it. I wonder what Jirina and Emil haven’t done something about it as they usually pick on anything possible.
I see people gathering there. Different people that I don’t know, but I can recognize the band Cechomor, or at least I believe it’s them. Then I notice a man sitting in the bathroom, he looks little bit like Slavek Janousek. His hair is a bit funny. I try to remember his name, but cannot. It reminds me of the music that the Cechomor violinist plays in the lift in Rok Dabla movie. I really like the music. So I ask him and humm the music. He is very excited and says “yea its me, its me”. Then I go outside and see even more people gathering. Then Bara stops me and says that she is expecting some delivery. It is supposed to be some marble blocks and some wood for her new terrace or garden house or so. She describes in good details how its going to look, but uses terms that I don’t know, so I cant really understand. Then it flashes through my head, how advanced everyone is in terms of family and settling down. They are already building houses, planning kids and so on. An important though that went through my head was this – when I wash my hands with “solvina” the sink keeps blocking up, then I hear Barbara and Banan talking together somewhere on the stairs and I think that they talk about me. So I try to unblock the sink quickly, because if they walked in to the bathroom, they would know that I heard what they were talking about me. But most importantly, as I wash my hands, I think about Bara, what a great girl it is as she has the creative drive and certain ease. Then a thought of Serendipity goes through my head… and I am reflecting with Melissa.
**I am in some kind of camp. I do not recognize the are, its just somewhere in a valley in the middle of a forest. For some reason I know that the next evening people give presents to each other. It is not Christmas though. I know I haven’t brought anything to anyone so I try to put some things together at the last moment. Then I am queuing up for some fast food sold at a stool. I think it’s a hotdog or something similar to it. They sell small and large ones. Marek is there with me and I joke with him that he buys the small one and he sais “mind your own business”.
***Then there is a time jump. Everything is under water. The whole camp. I can only see some walls sticking up the water. I see some drowned people around. I am running around trying to find some door to let the water out, but then the water starts to fall down. Most of the people survived but what surprises me is that everyone takes it fairly easily.

I went to someone's house and knocked on the door. I had gone there to talk to him about something that was really important. He wasn't home and just as I was about to go he pulled up in his rust colored Hyundai. We said hello to each other and I went inside with my laptop. Shortly thereafter some people I knew from SF and SD showed up. It was Z, J, FC, LND, LK, and T. "Hey D! Long time no see How've you been?" They'd told me that they'd be there for just a few minutes, and for whatever reason I stayed outside. Maybe I had to do something? After what seemed like forever they left and some new people whom I hadn't seen in FOREVER, including someone from high school named MP and BB came and both were like "I'm going to be here for about an hour and a half" His friend, BB, said the same. I told D I'd like to get my laptop. And after I retrieved it he was like "I'm really sorry you couldn't stay. Really I am!" However, his eyes were sparkling, and he had a smirk on his face. I left the place, defeated and unfulfilled.

I'm helping a friend search for a young woman who has gone missing. We talk to several people who knew her, but get no leads. One of the people we interview makes us French toast.

I'm dreaming about the ocean, and I'm on a shore at nighttime with others across the beach. I have flat surfboard and I keep riding out on it a few feet into the water but as soon as i cant see the water beneath me i go back to the sand. I keep repeating this. I see LAbrsh surfing and trying to be cool. There's a random girl a few feet next to me. I get a text, it's from a number I don't recognize telling me "megan fay is murder" which was mistyped. I wait to authorize if this person meant 'fox' so I ask but before I can get a reply Labrsh pulls out his phone and says it. The girl me and him don't believe it and turn to our left and tell a group of people. There in college it seems. We ask for a tv in some dorms. Across the shoreline down west of the beach are dorms that spread down. one guy says yes and we race down the shore and inside a dorm. Labrsh says dont follow me and i say im not im just running beside. we get in and we immediately see a large glass window, like looking into a store window full of tvs and it's true. Megan Fox was murdered in her room and before she was she made a tape. In this tape she is making flowers with cake icing on something and shes saying shes sorry to movie producers and friends that she has to miss filiming to mourn for her passed father or something.
i leave back to the beach but first i cant find my way. i bump into someone im arguing my point against that megan fox is similar to marilyn monroe. but she disagrees. when i get to the beach, there are a bunch of people fucking and i fuck a college chick and then people start getting mad after i pull out, and we appear walking into a building, and into a gym where all the girls are dressed now stretching in a circle, and the boys are on the side about to run. i quick get dressed so i can run too.

Earlier dream:

I'm in New York with Laura. I don't remember how we got there - by train I think. My house is still in NY, but it's really different. We go outside and there are some kids with posters and Matt Brst is there, it's for the boxer rebellion thing i got in the email. Theyre going to set the flyers up all around town and this makes me mad because i want to beat them at it. At some point me and laura are in my kitchen snuggling and talking. then im back in milwaukee trying to print those flyers so i can go back to NY and beat them, but i keep running into problems and wake up.

I see my grandpa in my dream. We go to their apartment, and he's still alive. He looks youthful and young. I get the vibe that they think we don't want to be there and that we don't like coming to see them. My mom has brought cookies, and I give them to grandpa. I turn around to walk back to sit down somewhere and i say "theyre chocolate chip" but he yells at me and says "these arent chocolate chip these are .." and i cant remember what they said. it was like oatmeal nut or something. But then i play it off like i knew that and the chocolate chip cookies appear next to them. My mom and them are talking about the importance of god and the bible, but my grandpa doesnt say anything about it. There is a loud meowing and I go open the door, which leads to a mirror image of their balcony, and it is raining and the cat looks like JWB but someone tells me its a neighbors cat. I let it in and it runs over the the windowpane of the real balcony but it doesnt get out and runs back to the other one and falls down the balcony to another floor. but its okay and keeps meowing. All I keep thinking is how much that cat must hate the rain.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Didn't have any intentions last night, and I was out clubbing. The alcohol should have made me dream less but I had a few cool dreams. My head hurt this morning so I couldn't be arsed to remember more than two.

03.30: Sleep

13.00: Killing time
I'm standing infront of three containers at work. Behind them up on a hill I can see movement. "Oh shit, here they come" I say to my two friends. We're survivors in a zombie-infested world. I grab a metallic pike and a small axe and start walking towards the howling zombies. Just as they reach us, they stop and become slow. I hack away with my axe, splitting skulls all around me. All zombies are killed and we get a few seconds to breathe. I spot more movement up the hill and this level is going to be harder. They run down the hill and this time they don't stop. I sink my axe into the head of a woman with only one eye, a cyclops. I remember her from the previous wave. A guy in an orange shirt attacks me. I hack at him but he gets near me and we both fall to the ground. I kick him off of me and kill him.

13.00: Power DILD
I'm driving a car towards two enormous hotels which has windows everywhere. I'm pissed off at the rich people living in there and I intend to wreak some havoc. I reach one of them and get in. I kick a door in and a rich guy collapses, I grab him and throw him into the hallway. I realise I'm dreaming. I grab the man by the throat and hold him up against the wall, his feet kicking beneath him. "I'm in total control over you. Do you realise how much power I have?" I ask and throw him down the hall. He gets up and tries to run but I quickly grab him with telekinesis and hold him against the wall again. I walk past him and rub my hand against the wall to stabilize. I get the most brilliant idea EVER! I feel like experimenting with thinking about my sleeping body. The entire dream starts to collapse right away. I quickly rub both my hands against the wall and manage to keep it stable for a few seconds before I get a FA.


13.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 9½ hours

Supplements: Way too much alcohol

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Awake Non-Lucid

It's one of those times, where I feel as though I'm in a completely different world. I feel as though I'm in a fantasy book.

There was hills in front of me. I know that I have a power, some sort of magic. I see a girl up ahead. I have feeling that she has written, created, this power. What is this?

I walk up to her, and ask her about it. She tries to explain it to me. She mentions a war, and that some people don't like this power. I get confused.

"I still don't understand what I can do, or what this means." I say. She doesn't reply, looking a little hopeless.

[Dreamskip] I'm in a supermarket. The power, or energy in me, is still there. I still don't understand what it is, does, or how to use it.

I have an impulse to go to the bread aisle. I feel as though someone is watching or guiding me. I walk along, for some reason I try not to think about the power.

There's that girl again. She's small, with short dark hair. I'm about to ask her more questions, when everyone stops. Everyone stares at me.

"Run!" I hear.

These are the people who don't like the power. Everyone's attention is on me. They hiss, looking animalistic. I start running, dodging through aisles and eventually through streets and walls.

[Dreamskip] I'm now at school. I pulls my hood up, covering my face. These people don't like the power. They kill people with the power. I walk quickly towards the door, but I'm on the third floor.

As soon as I think about it, everyone stops and glares at me, looking bloodthirdsty and murderous. In my head, I see a vivid visualisation of a giant blue eye on the wall, staring at me. This is the thing that controls the people.

Before I think about it, I run as fast as I can down the stairs. I run into the quad, but they're advancing on me. I instinctively run up the side of a wall, knowing that the power allows me to do so.

[Dreamskip] I see a map. It's set in blocks, each block a different colour of each part of the building. It looks like a giant maze. There's someone with me, but I don't see his face clearly. He whispers in my ear that they are still searching for us, and that we should avoid thinking of the power within the building, and get through it as fast as possible.

So I open the door, and head into the maze. The first door shows an old woman, rocking in a chair, glaring at us. I say nothing, and offer no explanation, but simply go to the door in the room, and open it into another.

I don't know how many doors I open and rooms I go into. But I see different things and people in each. Some are blank, some are disturbing. I start to feel scared when in one room, there is a girl crying in a corner. In the last, there is a dead black dog.

I go to the dog, dispite the warning of my companion (I now realise that this was Asher. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him if that makes sense.) I slowly stroke the fur around the dogs ears, feeling terribly sad. My companion kneels down beside me, and puts his arm around my shoulders comfortingly. I roll the dog over to see that it has a zip going down it's chest, down it's stomach and to its tail.

The zip is open, showing its organs and inside. I try to zip it back up, but the zip gets stuck. I get angry and frustrated, tugging and the zip harder and starting to cry when it doesn't go any furthur. I don't want to run, or hide, and I don't want this evil feeling around me.

The guy grabs my hands and prys them off of the dog, slowly lifting me to my feet, keeping a hold of me to stop me falling over.

Then I woke up.

I've noticed that my dreams have more reacurring dream signs. But they're not mundane signs such as water or buildings. I dream of Asher, Katie, occasionally Skylar. The old hag/woman. The giant eye that watches me. Some sort of power is usually associated.

It's like a puzzle I feel I have to solve.

In my dream...
I was with my sisters, I think, at some shore-side beach town with a boardwalk and shopping malls built up around it, with restaurants and stores, stairs and escalators.
I don't know quite where this dream picked up, but we were trying to get into this swanky, special restaurant, and had to go through like a screening process. We got lucky tickets to enter, but then got zapped or shot with something, water or bullets, that left six little red welts on my stomache, lined up in a row, three on each side of my abdomen.
I was allowed entrance.
The restaurant was really pretty, on a roof top, lots of blues and whites. We didn't have to pay for the meal, yet it was a beautiful gourmet meal. Seafood.
(here's where it gets weird)
They were shooting octopuses up into the air with a cannon, and the octopuses would spin up in the air and then blimp out a parachute and swirl back down to the ground safely. They were very colorful and translucent, and it was fun to watch; but I was scared of what happened once they landed.
I was eating some seafood dish, and it was good; but then something caught my eye to the left. Some storage door opened...one of the octopuses had gotten out. He was huge, probably 4 feet tall, tentacles twisting and moving as he pushed his way out the door.
Then he looked at me. I can't explain how scary it was. His eyes were pure evil, surrounded in black, angled dramatically, furrowed furiously glaring, sheened over glossy, deep, black, angry stare. Right at me. It was like my vision suddenly tunneled and focused right on those eyes, horrifying.
I was petrified! He squirmed his way over towards us, and I think I stood up and ran. I ended up at a door, apparently some place I was staying. I now had an octopus myself, and it was on the floor, only it didn't look like an octopus. It looked like a cuttlefish, changing shapes and colors, morphing right there in front of me. Then it was briefly changed into a small, reddish-brown dog, chiuahuah sized...
I was on a ski lift, and I had an octopus around my shoulders, then it was a snake. My cat was there too, and he fell off the lift to the ground. I don't know how, but I zoomed from the chair in the air down to him, and picked him up, all the while with the snake around my shoulders. He was hurt, but he was alive.
That's about all I remember...
Definitely an odd dream with all the octopuses.


I can't get the image of the octopus glaring at me out of my head, so I'm going to draw it.
This is what one site had to say about octopuses in dreams: Octopus

To see an octopus in your dream, means that you are entangled in some difficult matter. Your judgment is being clouded. Alternatively, the octopus indicates that you are overly possessive and maybe too clingy in a relationship.

Which does apply...my relationship is shaky, and my boyfriend is really attached to me, and I might be ignoring my gut instinct that says I shouldn't be with him.

DJ Log: March 19, 2011 – 7:45AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am on a open shuttle bus, riding from a huge parking lot into a large water park. There are several other people on the bus that are all dressed in bathing suits, spandex shorts, or bikinis. I am wearing blue jean shorts, a black cutoff t-shirt, and no shoes. The bus stops and unloads us all in front of the ticket booth at the main gate. I hand the cashier some money and she hands me a ticket. I turn around and pass through the turnstiles, handing a guy my ticket in exchange for an arm band.

I follow a large group of people through the park, looking at all the water rides and commenting on how boring most of them look. The group splits and I walk with several others into a large stadium-like area that overviews the ocean. The setting is night and there is a storm out at sea, creating some nice big waves. The stadium is built from heavy steel and has concrete floors and seats. All of the seats appear to be uncomfortable, as they have steel pipes for back and arm rests. I climb all the way to the top row and select one of the highest seating areas in order to gain the best view possible. There are a couple of rows behind me, but they are a bit lower than the top row. A guy and a lady with medium-length red hair sit directly in front of me. The lady quickly starts to flirt with me, but I pay no attention to her. She grabs my hand and stares at me with a seductive look. I withdrawal my hand and continue to ignore her. The lady continues to flirt with me until her man catches onto what's going on and they move. He looks at me with a strange look as they walk away.

The storm approaches and the waves begin to get really large and crash into the stadium, causing it to move and make creaking sounds. About half of the people leave and the remainder find good spots to hold on and enjoy the ride. Suddenly, I feel someone messing around with my back pocket area, so I reach back and push my wallet deeper into my pocket. I can hear a guy say, “Damn, I almost had it” as he quickly walks away. I momentarily pull out my wallet to make sure it's still there, then shift around a bit and lay down sideways in a manner that my wallet pocket is pressed against one of the metal pipes so nobody can get to it. My legs are now hanging slightly off the rear of top row and into the lower row behind me.

After a few more waves, I can feel someone playing with my bare feet. I look to see a younger guy and girl, both playing with my feet and toes and massaging my legs. I think that this is a bit strange, but it feels really good so I don't stop them from doing it. I look forward to see a guy with short blonde hair and a ball cap who just sat in the row in front of me. He leans back and looks at me with a rather playful look. I ignore him and continue to watch the waves coming in. A really large wave crashes into the stadium, causing it to move around quite a bit. A bit of water splashes the top row and pushes the guy up over the bar and almost into my lap. The girl and guy behind me grab onto my legs and hold on tight when the wave hits, then they start to paint and draw on my legs. I feel a third person now playing with my feet while the other two work on my legs. I push the guy off me and he sits back down in the seat in front of me. I start to wonder I am sitting in the 'fuck with me' seat or something.

As I watch the waves crashing into the stadium, a surfer crashes into the stadium with one of the waves. After the wave recedes, he stands up and appears to be a bit dazed. A couple of security personnel quickly run in and grab him, saying, “You don't belong in here!” and “You don't have a wrist band.” while carrying him away.

After a few more waves, I feel the need to use the restroom, so I get up and climb down toward the front of the seating area so I can make my way over to the stalls. The blonde guy follows me along with the other three that were behind me. I stop and sit down against the wall to brace for another big wave and the three people from behind me grab the rails also. The blonde guy keeps walking toward the restrooms. I look down and see that they had painted both of my legs with very colorful, full tribal tattoo designs. I look at them and say, “That looks awesome! Thanks!” They tell me that they will paint the rest of my body if I want them to. I agree that that would be cool and tell them to stay there and I will be back in a moment. After the wave hits, I get back up and walk into the first restroom stall. The stall is very small and has a small urinal on the ground, directly below the sink. There is a side door inside the stall, labeled Employees Only. As I start to urinate, a lady comes out of the side door with a broom, says, “Excuse me.” then leaves the stall. I finish my “duties” then wash my hands in the sink. When I exit the stall, the blonde guy is sitting at the edge of the steps that lead up to the stall area. As I walk by, he grabs my arm and says, “Come down here.” I sit down beside him and he asks if I have a lighter. I ask, “Why?” and he says, “I've got a doobie and it's the good stuff.” I say, “We can't smoke that right here, there are employees all around here. We should go back to the stadium and hide on the top row.” He keeps insisting on smoking it there but I refuse, then get up and walk away.

The dream quickly fades and I wake up, feeling a moderate need to urinate. As usual, the feeling propagated into the dream and incorporated itself into the story line quite well.

DJ Log: March 19, 2011 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am shoveling snow from my driveway and the area just inside the door of my cargo trailer. It's dark and there is about 6 inches of snow on the ground, and about an inch on the road over a layer of ice. A couple of cars drive by very slowly with their flashers on. Suddenly, a motorcycle drives by very quickly then hits one of the cars, causing it to spin around and hit the other car. Another car and a van hit the brakes and slide down the road and end up crashing into the other cars. Shortly after, a pickup truck and another car slide into the wreckage.

I retrieve a flashlight from the trailer and run to the road to see if everyone is OK. Just then, a whole bunch of people are running down the hill, a lady yelling, “He just stole my motorcycle.” As they pass, the motorcycle restarts the engine and buzzes down the road. I join the chase and we are all taking huge leaping strides while we run. It only takes about 30 steps to cover about a mile (1.6Km) of road until we reach the bottom of the hill and watch the thief run into a building on the edge of town. Everyone stops and I hear someone yell, “You asshole! Don't go and start shit inside the BB&T bank.” I turn around and say, “I'm not afraid to just march into there and find this asshole.” then I run up and push my way through the revolving door. Most of the people follow me into what looks like a sleazy night club, not the bank which it looked like from the outside. We search around a bit, but the bike thief is nowhere to be seen. A random guy walks out into the hallway and asks us if we want to buy some Special K. I decline, then turn around and walk back out the door, being followed by a few others.

I walk back up the hill toward my house, listening to the people behind me mumbling about how we missed the thief. When I approach my driveway, the others behind me run as fast as they can past me and up the hill into my yard. After a brief moment, I hear a bit of commotion, then one of them yells, “I found him!” I retrieve a pistol from my side holster and start walking up the hill toward them.

The dream quickly fades and I wake up.

I am in a classroom at my school, it is a class in "art". The teacher teach us about photoshop and all it features. I am talking to a few of my actual classmates about a party wich will start in a few days.

I find myself in a basement.(At the actual party.) Me and a few classmates are drinking "HD-cola."(WTF?!) One of the guys at the party takes my HD-cola and pour in some milk into the bottle.(wtf?) My cola starts to crawl some larvas up from the bottle.(wtf again?)

I gets teleported to a Minecraft cave with a iron pickaxe, mining some diamonds.

I gets teleported to a class room again and braging to my friend about my diamonds that i found earlier in Minecraft.

I wakes up.

PS: Sorry for bad english

I was at college orientation. They put us 3 to a room. The other two ladies I shared the room with were also older than the average college student, so it was a good match.
There was a small group among us that were in a special program. If their names were chosen, they would leave halfway through orientation and head to a new college. A girl that I had made friends with was among them and her name was announced at dinner. The next morning she was already gone. I got a phone call from her. She was at the airport waiting to board and felt bad that she wasn't able to say good bye. I asked her where she was going and she said to the new Key Academy. I asked where that was and she told me it was in the Florida Keys (I think Siesta Key?) She told me it was a new military academy that had just opened up. I asked what branch it was and she told me all branches. "Then what branch are you going into?" "I don't know yet." "We do not have to decide until halfway through the program." "What state are you from?" She said "Connecticut" Then, I know you are going to enjoy the weather down there. (I woke up several times this morning, and I ended up continuing the dream) All I remember is it was later in time and I was on my way to the Florida Keys to visit her.) This dream was influenced by the fact that the day before We received my son's welcome packet for college.