non-lucid

My I had some crazy dreams last night

[COLOR="red"]So in my first dream I remember being in this strange game like world and I was trying to go up this giant building, I remember there being a password for one room and I couldn't get it then I found a secret way up from behind and then there I was at this other weird place where my sister some douchebag and two of her friends were. I got angry when I saw him and started making fun of the guy. This guy was a complete moron. I remember him saying something and I went "herp derp" hahaha. He was getting angry so I was like you wanna fight mother fucker, come on pussy! And then we started fighting but I had no strength for some reason :(. So he kept fucking hitting me in the balls like a douchebag and at some point he had my balls in a vice grip with his elbow and all I wanted to do is for him to stop. I apologized thoroughly and then I woke up for real.[/COLOR]

I then proceeded to DEILD for my first time.

[COLOR="blue"]Success, I was in a dream. Only I kept being sucked out of it. I distinctly remember a man aiding me each time I tried this. He was black I think and initially was a normal DC. He said he was my DG and then I was in a very vivid dream. I was walking and looked at my hands to make sure I was dreaming. They were weird It was like my hands were moving on their own and growing and shrinking. However I couldn't control this dream and kept waking up. I figured my problem was I couldn't stabilize it and eventually I gave up and decided to just go to sleep normally.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="seagreen"]In this dream I was like a up and coming rock star and my ex girlfriend who is kinda ugly appeared to me. In my dream my lil bro was sleeping in my bed so I was outside my room with her and we started making out. I asked her to suck my dick and she did. I came very soon though. Lol. I got frustrated and took her into my room and kicked my bro out. She gave me head again and my siblings get bursting in and shit I was getting pissed. So after a bit something warned me that she had STDs. So I said "How many guys have you slept with." "Like 48" I thought I heard 4 so I was a bit relieved and said "4?" She said "No" very meekly and I was like "Umm... three?" She said no again so I asked her how many and she said "48" I was like wtf? And then asked if she had any STDs she said no but had a very awkward smile and I said "Ok now I know you do what do you have?" She said she had cannons. Hahaha. I was like "Oh my god that disease is transferred orally." This is where the dream stops pretty much.[/COLOR]

I had a fragment where I was searching the web about STDs and how they are transferred.

[COLOR="darkorange"]I'm not sure how this dream started off but I was in a fight for my life for some reason. This crazy girl fucking killed some dude and I was in like a free for all or something last one standing. So all I had was a fork so I attacked her when she killed the dude so she couldn't free her fucking spear type thing. She then began fucking stabbing me with the fork and at some point I woke up and instantly got on DV to write these dreams. Enjoy[/COLOR]

non-dream/dream/lucid

Estava jogando F.E.A.R. Combat com Rodrigo e Victor, em um mapa onde havia uma sala com um patamar mais baixo, como se fosse um rio, que circulava um tipo de "ilha". Estávamos jogando normalmente uma Deathmatch, quando começam a aparecer robôs do próprio F.E.A.R. e então tivemos que juntar nossas forças para destruí-los. De repente, apareceu um Tank (do Left 4 Dead 2), que começou a me perseguir. Eu tentei fugir, mas estava muito cansado. Tentei ir para o patamar mais baixo. Quando me joguei lá, Victor me disse que havia um monstro me perseguindo. Olhei para trás e vi que era o Tank. Desisti de correr e deixei ele me matar.
Apareci em um local que parecia um laboratório. Eu estava junto com Gabriel e Vinícius F., e estávamos em uma missão de infiltração. Adentramos o local e fomos derrotando vários guardas e seguranças. Chegamos até uma sala onde havia uma mesa central, vários computadores na frente de uma persiana, que escondia uma janela. Percebi vários monitores e pessoas que estavam aparentemente nos observando. Vi webcams e disse para atirarem nelas. Eu atirei em duas e Vinícius nas outras duas. Mas já era tarde, e Gabriel nos alertou de um indivíduo com uma bazooka. Ele atirou de fora da sala de onde estávamos. Nos abaixamos e o tiro passou pela janela.
Corri para o homem da bazooka e vi que era Paulo Felipe. Lutei com ele usando uma palheta. Voltei para a sala de antes e vi que estavam várias pessoas da minha sala de aula (como Joana, por exemplo) e alguns professores (Ludgero) sentados a mesa principal. Percebi que escreviam alguma coisa. Peguei um travesseiro e comecei a fazer "flexões" com ele no canto da mesa. Gabriel achou isso bem engraçado e riu bastante.

non-dream/dream/lucid

Primeiramente, eu estava em um quarto aqui de casa onde ficam os instrumentos musicais, junto com meu irmão. Estávamos testando o teclado novo, quando me deu vontade de pegar a guitarra para fazer alguma coisa. Ele começou a reclamar e fazer piadas idiotas, como se a minha ideia fosse imbecil. Fiquei nervoso e disse "Era pra ser engraçado?", jogando a guitarra no chão. Percebi a existência de um Baixo vermelho em um suporte. Quando saí, ainda esbarrei com o pé em uma corda da guitarra (que havia estourado quando atingiu o chão).
Fui para o meu quarto ver televisão. Estava passando uma matéria sobre um local onde pessoas ficavam presas em público por muito tempo, como uma tortura. Passaram cenas de um homem em cima de um "ring" com o símbolo do Mortal Kombat. A emissora entrevistou minha avó quanto a isso, e ela disse que era algo horrível, principalmente por causa da desidratação que causava na pessoa. A emissora mostrou um momento de movimentação no local, quando um homem descobriu que seria a vítima e tentou escapar, mas foi pego novamente.
Depois, a matéria mostrou como o homem estava após alguns dias. Ele estava pendurado por correntes, magro e com a pele oleosa por causa da desidratação. Ele reclamava de fome e que não conseguia dormir. A matéria então mostrou que uma mulher era encarregada de "alimentar" ele (apenas com um suco que era servido de dentro de um coração).
Após isso, meu irmão se deitou na cama e minha mãe disse que ele tinha sido selecionado para participar dessa tortura. Fiquei assustado e o abracei, pois saberia que nada seria como antes. Perguntei por quanto tempo as pessoas ficavam presas, minha mãe disse que era por cerca de dois anos.

I was at my primary school, again, but the students and teachers were from my high school. I was sitting at a random spot where other people were.

Everyone was involved in what they were doing; some were eating, others were running around etc.

There was a lot of random stuff happening too, like some of the students having small cars to race around the school.

I found myself sitting up on a balcony, but on the outside of the railing. A teacher came up and told me off, and as I was getting down, some other teachers were there telling the first teacher that what he did wasn't fair.

Good morning, everybody. Sunday mornin' and doin' my dumb laundry as I write this.

Dream #1

I was in a "spaceship" with my family. The spaceship was lit with a dim, amber light. The walls and floor were smooth and white. The interior was like some plastic-molded futuristic living room rather than a spaceship.

My mother said we were going to test out the spaceship, possibly just so my mom could show me how the thing worked. The ship now began blasting up into the air.

I was impressed by how little we felt any of the acceleration. Right next to me there was some kind of black vertical strip with a series of light-up green and red signals in it. I watched as the sign showed how high our spaceship was going. I was really impressed when we hit the "250K feet" signal, which to my mind meant we were in outer space.

I thought we were going to stop there. But we kept going. I wondered what the heck kind of "test" this was, if we were actually going all the way to the moon. But the signal showed us getting closer and closer to the moon at an unbelievable pace.

Before I knew it, the signal said we were really close to the moon. I put my eyes to some kind of periscope which served as our "window." The moon looked very clear, but still pretty far away. I looked back to the signal. I guess I had misread it. It had said we were approaching the moon. But now it said we were actually close to the moon.

I put my eyes to the periscope again. The moon was really close, apparently: so close, I could only see a small piece of it. But that part didn't look like the real moon. It looked like some kind of old-fashoned, black-and-white clip-art version of the moon.

I looked away, kind of disappointed, like I was never actually going to see the moon.

At this point, I kind of woke up. I had a half-awake, half-asleep fantasy in which my mom shut off all the lights in the spaceship and then activated some kind of screen all around us that showed us a view of the moon. It still didn't look like we were close to the moon. It just looked like an extreme close-up of the moon from a video shot on earth, on a really big TV screen.

Dream #2

Someone was holding a creature that was either a young child or a cat or both mixed together. The cat-baby had to leave the possession of the first person. I think it was going into the possession of my sister or a woman like my sister. (I saw all this from a low-angle view.)

The person handed the cat-baby off with some effort. The cat-baby held on with its claws and cried out, "No! No! I couldn't bear to be away from you."

The person laughed and said, "We'll see."

My sister felt guilt for making the cat-baby sad. But the cat-baby was already attaching to my sister, even while it was still crying that it couldn't bear to be away from the first person.

The cat-baby was now calming down. It told my sister, "You know, this isn't bad! I can deal with this after all!"

My sister laughed.

Dream #3

I walked up to a group like a family playing in some kind of park area that seemed to be near a beach. I must have known these people, as if they were my family in some way.

I knelt before some little boy who lay half-naked, wearing only a blue shirt (like the one I wear to bed). To my left was a big cliff of grey rock. We were on sand, and the sand extended about ten meters or so to my right. A lawn went to my left and forward about 100 meters, rolling down a slight slope, then ending in a long beach.

A woman (dressed in Victorian clothing? a white, frilly dress with a long, lacy skirt and a big hat?) and a couple other people (dressed in modern clothes) sat on the sand. Other people played on the grass and beach.

I was playing some game with the boy where I put my hand on his stomach. There was some kind of joke involved with this. It made me look like a dope and like I was the boy's slave. So the boy would always laugh at it.

But I suddenly realized I had to get going. I don't know where I had to go: maybe just back to my own house and life. The boy got upset when I stopped playing the game with him. He sat up on my knee. Somehow he looked half-human and half-animal. Maybe his eyes were all black.

I told him that I had to go, but that he'd always have the memory of the fun times we'd had together.

The little boy impetuously cried, "Well, what the hell good are you to me that way?"

Dream #4

I don't remember why, but a group of friends and I had to get to a certain part of some beach. I don't know exactly how we were traveling there.

It was more like my view was just skimming to the right over long stretches of beaches, water, and roads near beaches. And I never saw my friends. It was more like they were just voices in my head or some kind of narration.

My friends, who all sounded like young men and women having a good time together, were picking on one woman in particular who kept asking why we couldn't just go to any old part of this beach.

One of the friends said that we had made a plan to meet some specific person at this specific point at the beach. The person had even given the name of the point.

We were heading to some spot where it was like the beach turned off from the actual ocean and turned into something like a shore surrounding some offshoot of water from the ocean. The water barely moved. It looked clear, but it looked like there was a lot of green moss at the bottom.

I made some comment about "Bleach Beach."

One of the friends translated my statement for the girl that everybody had been joking with. He said, "He just made a joke that the reason why they call this place Bleach Beach is that the water here moves so slow and gathers so many germs that the only way it can be safe for people to swim here is by having a bunch of chlorine poured in. Just like a swimming pool."

For some reason, this was yet another proof that the girl was a dimwit for not having realized why we couldn't have just stopped at any other point on the beach.

Hmm. The first one involved visiting a city on an island, but unfortunately the island was raised (and balanced, eek) on a stone pillar a couple of hundred feet in the air. I decided not to visit, as I get vertigo and am scared of heights in my dreams. So I took the giant climbing rope with which people were supposed to visit, and played ultimate rope swing with it. Wheeee! I woke from a delicious sense of freefall.

Second and third, don't remember. I've been sleeping in 2-3 hour shifts, had several over the last couple of days. I just can't keep track of everything, can I?

Last sleep, I dreamed that I was attending a CLC church (nightmare fuel, for my mind: no good memories there) lunch before a big service, with my parents, my husband's grandmother, and my granddad. BTW, Granddad's still dead IRL. Grandma-in-law's still alive and awesome. My dad did something I can't remember, but I was so offended that I told him I didn't want to see him in public anymore today and I left.

Next thing I know, Dad's driving me towards the big house that my husband and I just bought. While I was getting offended at CLC, my husband and our two future-cohabitants were getting all moved in. I was going home, but Dad keeps "missing" the house. He drives past it over and over and over, until in anger I get out of the car in a traffic jam (road is somehow full of RVs) and try to walk there. But now, it's suddenly on a 50 foot high plateau. Somehow I'm not bothered by the heights, and begin to climb with no trouble whatsoever up the cliffs. I get about halfway up, and wake up.

This is very odd to me. IRL, I'm almost never this angry with my father. Since I started journaling, my mother finally left my mind and now Dad seems to be taking her place of sadism. Why???

The two high goals remind me of a common theme in my subconscious: staircases. There is often a staircase, a long one, that I can never master. I've had missing stairs that couldn't be passed, endless stairwells, vertigo, and moving stairs throwing me off. A rope ladder is another climbing tool, and this time I simply dropped the goal and enjoyed the ride. Once I became angry and determined enough, I could scrap the stairs completely and make it up without trouble. I've made it to the top once, years ago, and what I found I'm still unready to discuss.

I am outside a ruined building (possibly the Colosseum). There are some smaller constructions in front of me (a miniature tower and a piece of wall). My friends break them accidentally and replace them.
I go to the place from where they got the replacements. There is a (statue of?) a huge man who I know as the Emperor (I remember seeing him (or a statue of him, or him turned into a statue) with no head). I've seen him also in my other dreams (possibly the same place as this one).
The next thing I remember is being at the ruined building. At least now it is not the Colosseum. I Buzz Lightyear and fly to the other side of the clearing. I go inside the building. The Emperor is there, in the form of a snake. He is enraged and hissing at me, because he thinks I'm going to take his place as the Emperor (because of the statue thing). I assume him I'm not going to take his place. He calms down a little bit. His assistant arrives and leaves with him. I jump off the window (I'm at the second floor), straight towards the ground. I turn my fall into a swoop just in the last second before hitting the ground. I fly outside the building (it is a square building with at least two floors and some towers and a square clearing in the middle). The Emperor gives me and some others invisible slingshots. There are some creatures we have to shoot at with them. I go into an impossible position, hanging between a door and the building's wall. I start shooting at the creatures (I can't remember what they looked like). I don't seem to hit them (the ammunition is also invisible, I even can't feel the slingshot), but they start to complain about someone shooting at them. They even look straight at me. A friend of mine appears. I start shooting at her too, but she doesn't notice it. I fly on top of the building. I stay there for a while and jump off the roof, shooting with the slingshot. Once again I barely prevent myself from hitting the ground. I fly to my friend. She tells me her mom, though she is mentally ill, is also a Chosen One. Her mom appears and leaves. I go after her. I go round a corner and almost run into her. I back up several steps, while she follows me. I ask her for advice in being the Chosen One. She looks very old, old enough to be my friend's grandmother, rather than her mother. I can't remember correctly what she answered.
The dream gets mixed up with Eragon (in which magic is used by uttering words of the ancient language). She tells me they teach us youngsters wrong words. Then she starts speaking out an ancient poem with lots of words in it that haven't been used in hundreds of years. He takes me into a temple. There are lots of people in there. Where the altar would be, there is an ancient man, someone even older than the woman with me, lying in a hammock, which is held by assistants. We go to him. The woman tells me he is the father of the current pope, who is at least 300 years old, so the father is even older. The pope is not doing his duties well enough and as long as he remains the pope his father must take care of the pope's duties and for that he is way too old (pretty confusing). I take the hammock's other end and someone with me takes the other. I look at the ancient man as the woman explains me something. I say that he's quite heavy. The woman tells me he's four metres tall. He certainly isn't that tall but very tall indeed (over two metres). I bow and we leave. At the door I bow again and the people in the room applaud. We leave the building and the woman runs of in a superhuman speed. I follow her, but we run (and fly?) at same speeds so she keeps her distance of about ten metres from me. I realize she doesn't want me following her so I stop.
I see my brother and my cousin playing a star wars game. My view shifts into the game. Now I'm again in the temple, but this time theres nobody or nothing in it. I have a double-bladed violet lightsaber. Darth Maul comes at me, but he doesn't attack me. Mace Windu is behind me. We attack him. Soon I abandon my lightsaber and start using the Force and my hands. After some minutes I win him. The dream ends. So basically I had lucid powers because I thought I was the Chosen One.

I also had a lucid dream where I was playing the piano. The room was dark so I really couldn't see the piano. First I started playing an etude to check if the piano is in tune. The piece sounded correct, even though I started it about an octave too high. Next I tried Chopin's second nocturne. It didn't sound good so I started the piece over. This time I managed to play a few measures. The dream was very clear, I actually thought that I would wake up at any moment and that I also move my real body. Conclusion: playing an instrument in dreams is possible, but you'll really have to focus on what you're doing.

This is my first official dream in my dream journal. My dream recall isn't exactly strong, so I plan on focusing on strengthening my recall in the next couple weeks.

12/18/20 - Snowy Fortress

My dream began when I was in an area that I identified as Antarctica. I wasn't within my own body, but watching myself as though from overhead. I also recall that the dream was similar to a video game. I recognized a couple themes: Metroid, a bit of Borderlands, and an espionage-like feel.

The dream started with a character I identified as a girl named Sam. She had really long blonde hair and was wearing a blue jumpsuit (thus Metroid). She, two other individuals that I never saw, and I broke our way out of a prison / base. I think it might of been from Inception. Sam knew where we were and what we were supposed to be doing, but I decided to go off on my own (despite disagreement from the heads-up display).

I broke off from the three others and jumped off the cliff nearby. Sam was extremely displeased and voiced this through the radio to me. I realized that I had to do some sort of collection quest in order to return to the group. I looked to my right and found a Jeep and got in it. I drove through the snow and reached a kind of valley. I found and ran over both a goblin and a bunch of rocks that were housing some creatures, and then I got out and picked up something from the ground. I know it was supposed to complete my quest, but I can't remember what it was.

I left the canyon and then began driving alongside the cliffs. I remember the terrain was jagged along the cliffs, and that there were plateaus right up against them. I started to follow them and then I woke up to my alarm.

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Redecorating at my practice school

For the hundredth time or so, I am at the school were I have just had some teacher practice. I am in our working party's room with my supervisor and a student I have had. Apparently, my supervisor wants to redecorate the wall and make a large sign there, which will be the main sign at the school for people to see from outside. It feels like he is in charge over the school now, because he wants his own name to be written in large letters on the sign. The student is there to paint those letters. Above them a neon sign with the school's name or something will also be placed. My supervisor is sitting at a table, looking through some papers as the student starts painting the first letter of his last name. I feel a little annoyed, because the student is not very good at painting and the letter turns out really ugly... But when I turn around and then look again everything on the wall looks perfect and very well made! I feel rather surprised, but thinks "Okey... then that won't be a problem..." and start feeling relieved. However, the sign does not have either my supervisor's or the school's name on it. Despite this, I feel that it looks perfect to my supervisor. Then I turn around again for some reason and when I look again there is a pink neon sign on the top of the wall saying "Madame". The rest of the wall is painted dark purple and my supervisor's last name is below "Madame", but as a white neon sign. I feel a bit uneasy about this result and wonder if this does not make my supervisor feel gay... However, after having looked at the wall he says that this is perfect, as long as his name is moved a bit to the left...


Amazing skies and lucidity during a beautiful summer evening

I am walking around the houses in my neighborhood and so do rather many other people. I recognize several of them - for example neighbors and my grandparents. Even though some of them look rather different from in reality I still know that it is them. There is a beautiful, orange glow everywhere and in the sky I can see many beautiful phenomena. For instance, glowing things are rushing by up there and there are several rainbows in very strong colors. Me and everyone else look at those and are amazed. I talk a bit to my grandparents and we notice an unusually thick rainbow whose lenght we try to follow with our eyes as long as we can. However, the rainbow continues down behind a house and into fog.

A short while later, I for some reason am with a weird and rather boring guy in a green jacket, who is maybe in his fourties. The two of us walk into a restaurant and sit down at a table. I do not feel very amused but feel that I must endure this.

However, when I look at the menu, which is standing in a plastic holder on the table and see outside the restaurant behind it, I suddenly become lucid. I arise and do the nose check to become fully lucid as I walk towards the glass doors. Of course, I can breathe through my nose and I feel a little rush of joy as I walk through the doors, out into the summer evening. The place I see before me feels really nice and cosy. There are some small houses and pubs there and there are gentle, beautiful lights around those. I walk forward and feel calm and happy. Then I start running forward a short distance. Some people are there, serenely and happily standing here and there. Some of them have drinks in their hands. Some of them talk to each other, while some others stand on their own, calmly observing the night around them. I move towards a guy in about my age with jeans, a white and blue checked shirt and blond, a bit dishevelled hair. I give him a quick kiss on his mouth. Then I turn to look around some more at the environment.

However, everything I see soon begins to fade and become black. But then I focus on feeling my dream body move and at the same time I spontaneously let sexual emotions arouse within me. Those things bring the dream back. I can now see the same place and people again as the emotion begins to fade. The emotion I had just felt had affected the dream a bit, by making some of the people in it more intimate. For example, a girl and a guy standing five meters away are now making out.

I look to my right and see rather many different objects on shelves behind a desk (in a stand or something like that). I see a mug (in a color which is a mix between light brown and a red purple) that I want to reach, but it is too far away behind the desk... But then I quickly realize something: "Wait!" I excitedly think. "I can just use telekinesis!". So I hold out my right hand and spread the fingers a bit. At the same time I relax, focus my mind and hand on the mug. It is gently lifted from the shelf and I make it soar towards me and into my hand. "Yes, it worked", I think and feel the mug, which is rather big, in my hand. I then put it down and decide to try lifting something bigger. I find a wooden chair a short distance away. I focus just like the last time and I easily manage to make it levitate. I then let it sink to the ground again and turn my attention to the sky, to see if it still looks cool. I see a rather large circle/oval (the shape is somewhere between, but not really symmetric) of shimmering dots in different colors. They are not very sharp, but looks cool anyway. After having looked at this, the dream begins to fade away and I wake up.

I had two or three dreams, one kinda flowed in to another.
First off, there was this albert einstein looking guy chasing me around with a giant hammer. But eventually he hit himself in the head with it and died. Then my REM cycle ended.
Later on, I suddenly began dreaming about going camping and it being incredibly rainy and we got hit by a tidal wave. The tidal wave washed us 200 miles and we ended up at somebody's house. there was a party with a bunch of people I knew.
I was talking with them, and this guy who owned the house was throwing out gummy bears, except when you touched them they turned in to full size gummy snakes. oh and also gummy oranges. So I ate a bunch and got really tired until someone came and told me it was time to go to war and he gave me a gun. Then he came back a second later and told me that we won the war. So I stood up and clapped. But then they were scanning this girl's head and they said that she already had the microchip from the enemy, and that in 2 hours she would turn in to Miley Cyrus. (miley cyrus? lolwut?) So she cried alot and then I woke up.

Good morning, everybody. I slept 11 hours last night. I think I'm finally over my freaking cold. And ready for a new one to get me, I guess. Ugh...

Dream #1

I was in "my bedroom," which was a lot like my waking-life bedroom, except that it had, I think, green walls and really dusty floors. The light in the room was dim, as if some faint light were coming from some other room.

I saw a very skinny roach, about 5cm long, crawl across my floor. It looked all shrivelled up and dry, blackish-grey, not like a "healthy" (eww...) roach at all.

I began to aim for the roach, to kill it. But it darted away. I looked for it and found it again, in an extremely dusty spot between some boxes and a wall. But it got away again.

I had some toilet paper in my hand now. Apparently I was going to smash the roach with toilet paper. I found the roach again. This time it was climbing up a wall.

But I wasn't exactly sure that I was seeing it. I kept squinting and slowly walking closer and closer, to make sure that what I was seeing was actually the roach.

Dream #2

I was sitting in a desk near the front of a classroom. The classroom was lit with a dim, grey light. I sat near the right wall, facing the left wall. Most of the rest of the class was facing the front wall. The room was packed with students.

Everybody was quiet and listening to the teacher. The teacher was a tall, thin, white man, slightly balding, with grey-white hair, and squarish eyeglasses.

The teacher was giving some sort of lecture which may have been on film or some kind of performing art. But I wasn't paying attention. I had a big, fat book in front of me. I was huddled over it, elbows on my desktop, "taking notes" (I.e. scribbling) in the margins.

The teacher lifted the book off my desk and presented it to the rest of the class. I saw that the title of the book was "An Essay on Art and Love," and that it was by Karl Marx. The cover of the book was like a deep blue sky full of stars, with some kind of drawing in a circle in the center of the cover.

The teacher said, "Now, you see, (he said my name) is actually reading a book! Which shows he's paying attention in class! Everybody else needs to pay attention, too."

(I obviously, however, had not been paying attention in class. I don't even remember what the teacher was talking about.)

The teacher had now stopped his lecture and was apparently walking around, checking on how the students were doing. I went back to doing my own thing, a little embarrassed and upset that undue "good attention" to me had been paraded before the class.

The teacher now addressed a young, white man with fair skin and long, brown hair. The boy wore a black, wool cap and a baggy, black t-shirt with some kind of punky, black-and-white photo-print on it. The kid was slouched in his desk as the teacher addressed him.

The teacher said, "(The kid's name, which was the same as my name), I really hope you can learn, sooner or later, to stop making smart aleck comments in class whenever I say something you disagree with. It makes the whole class laugh at me and take your side."

I thought that was an odd argument for the teacher to make against the young man. I actually thought the kid was pretty funny, even though he was kind of distracting.

(Note: I seriously don't think Marx wrote anything about Art and Love. That would seriously cramp Marx' style.

I think this book is a mish-mash of my own thoughts. I've lately been reading the porn-philosophy book Juilette by the Marquis de Sade. A lot of people say the book is just porn and justification for doing all kinds of wacky things.

Reading the book, I kind of disagree, and I've lately thought to myself that the book could be read side-by-side with Karl Marx' Capital and Leo Tolstoy's The Kingdom of God Is within You. They all three address something about the bipolarity of society.

So my dream life decided, apparently, to take that mish-mash and run with it. And now Marx is a romantic artist somehow... Okay...)

I was at some place that seemed to be quite dangerous. Everyone around me had a little badge, including me. We had guns and stuff like that. Suddenly, a large eel like thing just rushed into the area. I dove to the bottom of the tank of water and waited for it to come. I was not scared and it seemed normal. The eel was about fifty feet long and it looked like a green basilisk. I had the machine gun in my hands, waiting at thr bottom of the tank for the beast to come. I didn't notice at the time, but I remember that I could breathe underwater. Then the basilisk-like thing rushed at me. I shot at it, the water had no effect on how fast the bullets were, and I hit the thing square in the face. It died and I felt proud of myself. Everyone around me cheered and said," You killed your first water basilisk! Great job!" Then I woke up. It was a fun dream.

In the Fellowship Hall at church, getting ready for a Christmas celebration. Not sure how I got there. With all my friends from church and family. Several Christmas trees were in there, one too large for even the Hall's higher ceiling. A large mob began, there was a reason for it. It was part of the celebration but I can't remember why (unusual way to celebrate). The trees started tilting as they were jostled by the crowd and loved ones began to find each other, couples as well as brothers and sisters and other family members. I went around the edge of the crowd rather than right into the heart of it trying to find my friends when those in charge of the celebration called a stop to it. Then I could see my friends sitting in a circle on the other side of the hall. I joined them and sat down as some announcements were being made that I could not hear.

Snow Dragons:

I was in a quaint wood cabin. It was nice and colourful. I walked up some steps, to the front door, and went outside.
It was snowing, although the ground was only covered by a couple of inches.

In front of me, two small dragons were playing in the snow. I never got to see them properly, and sometimes they weren't dragons.
"Want to come to a place with really deep snow?" I asked.
They said yes.
"Get on my back, I don't want you to be uncomfortable" I said, knowing they were only young, and a long journey wouldn't be good for them.
One hopped on my back.
I looked to the left - there was a huge cliff wall, sparkling blue. It's hard to describe, but all I can say is that it was beautiful. I motioned that we should go up there, so we all started flying.
Up and up we rose, me carrying one dragon on my back, and the other flying by my side. As we flew up, one of the dragons started conjouring blue torches by the hundreds, the odd thing is they looked like Minecraft torches - they flew away from him and dropped to the ground. Then I awoke.

Zombie Corridor:

This dream is from another night. I typed out the dream in my journal, but forgot to post it. But I still remember what happened and I'm posting it now.

I was in a corridor, similar to the one pictured below, except whiter and a little wider:


Somehow I knew there were zombies about, lurking in each room, ready to devour me.
I stepped into a room, nervously - it was a child's room. In the corner sat a young girl, next to a baby's cot.
"Where's your Mummy and Daddy?" I asked.
She told me she had no parents, and she was alone and scared.
"Don't worry. If we make it out of here... I'll be your Daddy. It's OK, I'll protect you," I reassured her. I didn't want any harm to come to her.
Nervously, we walked back into the corridor, and I feared for my life.
Suddenly, the girl ran back to her room.
I quickly caught up with her.
"What are you doing?" I said.
"I was scared..." she mumbled.
I grabbed a knife, knowing I would need to defend myself if we saw any zombies. I spotted a bigger kitchen knife, and took that instead. I saw my acoustic guitar, and thought it would make a good shield, so I held it in my left hand.
"Let's go" I whispered.
We shuffled back into the corridor. On my right, a door was slightly ajar. I noticed a zombie crouching inside the room, its horrible eyes glaring at me.
Terrified, we kept walking, only to have another zombie jump out at us. I tried to defend myself, but behind me, the zombie from before was swinging a cleaver at the little girl. She was helping me fight the zombie in front.
"BEHIND YOU!" I said.
I tried to move, tried to parry the attacks, tried to swing my knife, but my arms moved as if they were swinging through thick mud.
Too slow.
Too late.

I awoke.
Like I said, "Zombie Corridor" happened a few days ago. Shame I didn't manage to post it then.
I thought it was a pretty memorable and scary dream.

[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]18.12.2010[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT]
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]The Brave, The Innocent, and The Cunning[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"](Non-lucid)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#800080"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#00008B"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="#808080"][/COLOR][COLOR="#800080"]I was at first on a highway, where I heard from a police officer that there has been an attempted murder on him, given that he wasn't from the area, I helped him out. He said the he believes that the suspect is camping out somewhere on the highway, I needed to keep a look out because he couldn't see well at night. I pointed out a few people to him, but he said they didn't look familier. The last person I pointed out was someone I knew in real life, LT. The police officer said he didn't recognise him either, but he suddenly shouted, "Hey kid, I just remembered his name, LT!" I quickly looked back and saw L shoot the officer, but miss me, as well as not getting a fatal shot on the officer.

I rushed over and he was stunned and tried to run, but I tackled him and held him down while the police officer cuffed him, a few confused people passed and thought, "What the hell?", but we explained. He told us that he was hired by RD, a person in my class.

I was at school next day and saw RD, but for everyone's safety, acted like nothing was wrong. For this case, I needed to meet someone, but I wasn't sure who. I was riding along the highway and saw a couple of giant, full wine glasses, run by RB, a girl in my class..[/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](Kinda wierd that I was a part of a LEGAL case and needed to get information at something ILLEGAL, such as a 15 year old supplying wine)[/COLOR][COLOR="#800080"]..RD's girlfriend. I felt bad about telling her things, since she was his girlfriend, she was distraught, but struggled through. She said if he were hiding, it would be at the abandoned quarry.

Later on up the road, I saw mine cart tracks heading out under a giant vault-like stone door. I opened it to reveal a small room with dust, ashes, a decaying skeleton, and another door. Ignoring that, I went on through the other door. Through the door there was a very large room with a strange, kinda of foamish floor and construction tools and materials around looking like something was being built. As I progressed further in I thought I heard a voice, but went on, I then heard someone laughing and ask me, "What are you standing on? Goodbye." I took a look at what I was standing on, I tore a bit of the foam off and realised it smelt like gunpowder. [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](Oh no...) [/COLOR][COLOR="#800080"]I ran like crazy back the the door when I heard a lighter flame and saw an explosion at the back, more and more of the floor was exploding, slowly catching up to me. At the last second I got to the small room and closed the door, the asked and bone suddenly made sense.[/COLOR][/INDENT]