non-lucid

17/12/10

#1

I go by the spot where my work once was. A witty coworker drops by outside with some boxes in hand. Its way too late to be around worktime, so I ask him wittily “what he is doing there!” He starts wittily running off. He looks slightly different than normal, generally… smaller… I think he had been shaved and was wearing more sparce clothing.
Then I stumble into some other guys. I think they had a certain nationality to them. They take me in and I sit at a table with them. They are taking over the place where my work once was. At first I was like “I won’t work with the enemy!” But then they started arguing for ot with hints of accents. Something like “that big corporation quelled all the opposition like in a game of monopoly.” I asked them if they weren’t doing the same. They were, but the sin is bigger when it’s a big company. At that point I say “okay, I can’t really argue with that” (I could) but remain pondering and with a disapproved look on my face.

#2 - Fragment

I remember being in this dense little metropolitan perhaps futuristic cityscape in Denmark. There was this building on an upper floor called “The Danish In-breeding of horses factory”.

I'm hanging out with one of my advisers from my summer internship. He's filming a documentary about global warming, and he walks through the halls of his university as I follow him in a powered wheelchair (having great fun as I do this). He and the film crew then take off for London, and I follow them onto the plane. I realize that I haven't packed anything for the trip and start to freak out.

This one is boring, you probably shouldn't read it. I'm only posting it because I've had so few this month that I've been able to remember when I wake up. I'm curious though, the first 2 months I was keeping a dream journal, I'd recall several dreams a week, even multiple dreams per night, but now... slim pickins... Well, here it is anyway.

Uneventful
Non-lucid

NonDream Non-lucid Lucid

I'm walking outside of the house in which I grew up. My family is living there, and I've been away for some time, possibly at college. My sister and mom are playing in the yard, and my dad is presumably inside. I head for the side yard, and where it used to be a large grassy area with a cherry tree in the middle, there were now stables and a large, fenced in area. I look into the stables as I walk past and see miniature horses inside, a few chewing on some hay, others roaming the pasture area, and still others chillin in their stalls. There are also Canada geese walking around, as domesticated, not free roaming animals. I approach my mom, and we talk bit about the changes they've made since I've been gone. I think it's pretty cool that they've built this stable, and it will be so good for the family to have the extra income coming in from the geese and mini horses.

Time Lost

I'm outside with my sister and my dad, near a campfire on the far side of the pasture from the house. It's daytime, mid afternoon, and the fire has burned down to red coals. My sister is lighting small fireworks, watching them shoot up and explode. I approach them, just as she lights a new firework. This one shoots up about 15 feet into the air and explodes into silver powder, which then erupts into a massive fireball. I can feel the heat and the change in pressure, though I'm about 30 feet away. It seemed almost as if there were a hydrogen balloon behind the cloud of silver dust that was burning, Idk. I came closer, making some comment about that last one, when my dad hurriedly runs over and picks up the spent capsule the firework was contained in with tweezers. He tosses it into a beaker which contains some kind of milky, translucent mixture. He swirls it around, and it begins to foam up. He stirs it some more, and it does so again. He is trying to save some of the explosive material to make more fireworks.

Time Lost

I'm heading back outside, looking for something, I'm not sure what. I head over towards the stables, and go through the gate. I head inside, looking at the miniature horses. They're all in their stalls now for the evening. It's about 6pm, the sun is still up, but the light is beginning to fade. I walk through the pasture, and whistle for a horse to come over to me so I can pet it. For some reason, the horses are not all in their stalls now, a few of them are standing in the space between the stalls in the middle of the stable. Then I make the Click Click thing with my tounge, and the horse looks up at me and starts my way. Unfortunately, a goose is attracted by my whistling and clicking, and decides to come over to me. The horse looses interest and bends down to graze. I'm a bit annoyed by the stupid goose, but will settle for petting it instead. I hold my hand out and the goose pulls its head back, investigates it and allows me to touch it. I touch the side of its head, and go to stroke its neck, but it takes a snap at me. I try this a couple more times, and get mad. Finally I decide that I don't care what it does, I want to pet it! I quickly stick my arm out, and stroke it all the way from its head to its body. It's now the goose's turn to get mad, and it takes another snap at me, this time, actually nicking my finger. I reach out to tousle the feathers on its head, and it chomps down on my fingers, as if it were trying to gnaw with it's little beak teeth. My fingers are inside the goose's mouth for several seconds, and I remember thinking that I had always believed it to be really painful to be snapped by a goose, but it didn't hurt that bad at all!

I was in some sort of convention in a huge gallery complex of modern architecture (lots of glass and steel). I spent quite some time walking around looking at things but I don’t even remember if there was any art to see there. At one point I followed a friend up into an upper viewing space that was conventionally three storeys high via narrow steel stairs but all inside a huge glass and steel building. When I went up there were heaps of people there but there was nothing really to see except for the high up view, which out of my fear of heights (which is always greatly exaggerated in dreams) I refused to behold. I went back down the stairs but stopped at a platform about halfway down where I saw my uncle and was also soon joined by my brother, my cousin and her boyfriend, who was wearing my balaclava which I remembered I had been wearing a while before, and when I verbally noticed it I accidentally addressed my cousin instead of him, causing some confusion and he took it off before anyone else noticed.

We were all sitting around a coffee table that had assorted snack food on it. There were these really delicious but tiny little biscuits that my brother would drop into the bowl of this sweet, sugary, caramel coloured sauce, and then with a teaspoon he would gather up the now sauce-coated biscuits and eat them. I had no such spoon, so when I wanted some I attempted to just scoop them up with my fingers, and my brother stopped me, declaring to everyone in a righteous manner the wrong I had done, and insisted I get a utensil – so I grabbed a butterknife and tried again. Though successful with the butterknife, he seemed to have some problem with it because it wasn’t a spoon. Anxious members of staff kept hovering around our table, waiting for us to finish anything so they could take the plates and utensils away.

When the food ran out, we all departed from the building as everyone was leaving, causing a mass crowd to disperse into the dark streets outside. A whole group of us, which now seemed to consist of a random mixture of family, friends and probably at least one invented character, began walking away in one direction, down a wide street them seemed to be flanked with what looked like volcanic cliffs. The sky was the one of the most magnificent dream visions I have ever seen, as it looked as if no atmosphere existed, so it was a direct view of the intensely shining galactic sea of stars and nebulae. I kept stopping everyone so I could take out my phone and take photos of the view. At one point I saw that the formation of some of the rocky cliffs, when viewed from a certain angle, looked like a basic representation of a human face (like the face on mars), which I likened to Julian Assange. We walked to a point where there was no longer any other humans in sight excerpt for our group, and there was a glimpse of a view where we could see over the volcanic cliffs on the other side of street, it just seemed like the landscape continued on to the horizon with the dark, rounded, rocky landscape, and the stars burned intense in a galactic swirl above.

We got to a point where the road stopped and we had to get onto a very old wooden walkway that dangerously had many parts broken or missing, and it ascended over the now small dark cliffs that we had been walking along all this time. As we went further along this wooden walkway, it seemed we were crossing some sort of threshold and entering a zone of a different nature. Suddenly the walkway ended and we found ourselves in a sunny landscape full of grass, rocks and trees. The dark galactic sky had now been replaced by a bright blue one, and for the first time we saw vegetation. It looked like some sort of huge natural reserve, where the landscape was basically flat and covered with dried out grass. Very prominently there was a wide gravel road flanked by horizontal logs of sun bleached wood along the edges (I frequently stopped to take 'texture photos' of this wood as it was a beautiful grey colour flecked with yellow and green lichen), and every once in a while there were tall wooden signposts that told us a number of distances to destinations. As we travelled along, we saw no sign of human or animal life, and on one side of us a vast eucalypt forest, and a continuous tall rock formation on the side closest to us, that had a concave form that provided relief to us from the sun.

Eventually we got to a place where the rock formation diverged away to create a large grassy space where we saw a large multitude of strange prehistoric looking animals. Amongst them the ones I remember most were these woolly mammoths with patchy grey fur, and these other ones that had a large scaly body of a cross between a kangaroo and a therapod dinosaur, and the head and hands of an ape. For some reason, someone in our group suddenly had a soccer ball and kicked it out into the field towards the grazing animals. This caused all of the non ape-headed animals to stampede away into the forest in fear. However the ape-headed creatures kicked the ball back to us, and then we started kicking it back and forth between us and the animals and it turned into a kind of game. However, eventually the ape creatures approached us closer and we felt threatened. As we ran around trying to dodge them, I suddenly found some sort of ancient arcane tome on the grass right before me and I quickly flicked through its pages to find anything related to animals. I found something that looked like it had something to do with animal control, so I ripped that page out of the book and held it upwards, and this supposedly activated the magical powers within the text, and the ape-headed creatures seemed to stop.

Then they started calmly walking towards me, so I flipped through the book again and found another article that seemed to mention something called “the authority of PETA”, and I ripped it out and activated its power in the same manner as the previous one. The ape-headed animals now started to speak English and were highly intelligent. They queried as to why we were here, as if we were not meant to be, and they threatened to kill us if we couldn’t come up with a sound reason as to why they shouldn’t. The last thing I remember in the dream before I woke up was trying to desperately convince these ape-headed creatures about why the survival of our group was important as I speculated that we might be the last humans left alive, but the ape-headed creatures seemed to regard the survival of humanity as a deeply negative outcome.

I had a Morrowind type dream. This dream was in first person, some dreams I'm not sure if its third person or first person, this one was first person for sure. So I was in a helicopter I believe, it was landed and there was a guy standing on the ground, outside the helicopter. In front of us was a gate, blocking off a jungle type area. The trees were moving, something was running around in them. I started shooting my pistol because I thought whatever was in there, was going to attack us. The guy had a sniper and was shooting as well. Then a raptor jumped out, right at me, and I shot it. Then another and it was shot, I quickly asked for the guy to hand me my rifle, I reached down and grabbed it. I now had a shotgun, and more raptors were jumping out, and I was shooting them. When that was over, we went though the gate, it lead to an underground kind of place. There were a bunch of people hiding down there, I was kind of scared. This one guy wanted us to follow him, he walked off, and I went to the right. There were some chests on the wall, when I , looked at them, the lock level would appear (Just like in Morrowind) there were some kind of pliers that would lock pick the chests. The dream ended

I had another, I was in some sort of shop, there was like a nut that could open. I opened it and there were like all these old pictures, they were fake pictures from Tropic Thunder, kinda like to make it seem like it was a true story. It was a flip book at points, Robert Downy Jr. character walked in with a guitar case, opened it, then lifted the guitar that was in it, and under it there was another guitar that was made of food. I showed my mom the book because we think it's a funny movie

I was Rapunzel from that new movie "Tangled" and I haven't even seen the movie. Anyway, a few things were different though, like my hair was more white than blond. I was taken to an outdoor castle pavillion-type thing by Flynn. He told me to try the fruit. There were a lot of different kinds, and I knew that they tasted good, but everytime I ate one it tasted like nothing. It was because I wasn't a real girl or something, like I was magically created by a partly evil sorceress. I complained to the sorceress about not being able to taste the fruit and she told me that I had to kill my creator and that would make me more real. Somehow she convinced me that my mom in the dream was the sorceress who created me. I can't remember how, but she died. Then I realied that she was lying to me, then I woke up. I know it's weird, but I've dremt a LOT weirder.

OK Sorry but Im just trying to get some dreams up.
This one was a few years ago.
I was riding on a rock, alone, down a rocky cliff. It was really bumpy. And then my grandpa (still living, then and now) came as an apparition and told me I was an idiot to ride a rock down a rocky cliff. But I kept going. This went on for about 20 minutes, I rode, he told me I was stupid, until I woke up.

I had this dream a few weeks ago.
So I was climbing around in a jungle gym and my dad was behind me. But then he fell down and told me to keep going. So I did and finally I got to the top. But then an earthquake hit so my dad told me to jump down. So I jumped down but then he turned in to a pair of crutches and just as I hit the ground I woke up.

At first there was some sort of quest or game. I remember nothing about it, but I know that it was something fairly grand and long and adventurous, and made me worry a fair deal. But I can't remember what it is.

Then I was walking down the street. I was afraid of getting my period or something. I felt something wet between my legs, and so I was trying to get home and find a pad.

Just one fragment:

I'm in a cinema. The movie finishes and there is a preview of an new movie: it's some kind of parody and it's called :
The revenge of the douchbags
A few scenes are shown and it really seems that this movie is about 2 douchbags. The people in the cinema look awkward and don't know what to do or to say

I woke up this morning at around 7:00 AM naturally, but my management final exam wasn't until 10, so I decided to snooze a little while longer. This is the dream I had:

I awoke in my house back in my hometown (I live in an apartment elsewhere currently) and looked at the clock. It read 11:00 AM. I started to panic. I put on clothes as fast as I could and ran down to my car and began to drive off. My car was moving along at a pace that was making me panic even more. Then, as I turned the corner off my street, two children got in my way. I attempted to steer around them slowly but they were always in my drive path, so I stopped. Then the dream partially shifted. I was now riding a bike, completely forgetting about my exam when a midget version of my cousin rode up on another bike next to me. We started talking when my other cousin zoomed past us on another bike as if he wanted to race.

I was a little angry with myself upon waking up because I never picked up the fact that I awoke in my hometown, which is not where I am currently.

I had 3 dreams last night:
I was on the laptop. I watched a "Skillet Movie" (to bad there isn't one, cause it was funny) and that's all I remember.

I caught a stuffed animal toy thing on fire. I put it out with a rag. That's all.

I was mad at my mom.

That's pretty bad for me, cause normally I can recall most details of multiple dreams in a night! ACK!

A dream I had a while ago

13.12.2010

Puzzles and School (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I complained that it was too far of a walk so my Mom drove me straight, left a short distance, then right and then to my surprise we were already there. My brother said “It's only that far!” I walked to a school next to my school.
The school next to my school was another high school. Both of them were facing the same direction however the right side of the [old] school (Not mine) was adjacent to the left side of my school and their back were flush.
Inside, I met my friend R and my relatives. R, for some reason, was transferred from my high school to this high school and I told him about D doing something and we laughed. I explained to everyone how basically all my classes were in that school (pointing thru the window to my school; I was in a room that was 2nd closest to my school in the front) in the NW section since I had all honor classes. Some people were playing with the sliding puzzle (see below)
I was on this slightly tilted flat square platform which hung in the air and was carpeted hanging out my relatives. And I was jokingly making fun of them for play a fictional game called Chaos Wars that was an RTS since one of my relatives was making a reference to it with some type of metal in the game.
I did my World History homework except for the last question and the next day when it was due we were in some type of poor Asian shop where I ask my teacher if I could just email it to him now since there was a computer. He said ok and followed me. For some reason, first, he needed to access his files and he told me for this shop he was borrowing some guys account [which started with 'A']. However, the computer system was glitchy and he complained.
I was in a van where the middle seats were removed and we were on a long curve. The van was being driven by my relatives and my relatives were also sitting in the van. One of them was playing with the sliding puzzle. Also whenever the car would brake I would lurch forward but not fall over. (As in lean forward from the momentum) As I was playing with the sliding puzzle for about 3 seconds, a piece fell off into a pile of other sliding puzzles. I asked “We can use those parts too?” But he said no and I woke up after picking my piece up.

Sliding Puzzle:
There was this puzzle which had 3-4 layers where you had to slide the pieces over each other so that they would make all the sides flat. It was of many colors and the biggest sliding piece was blue. The pieces weren't very connected and it could break apart easily so it could be a puzzle where you slid the pieces or a puzzle where you put them together.

These past nights have been quite random. I do know that for some reason It feels like I'm not sleeping well until like 4:45 and then I'm finnally relaxed at 5am. So for both nights I recalled (dream(s)?) between 5-6. This morning at 5 I knew that my body was relaxed and I knew I was going into a dream but I guess half way through the 'day-dreaming' I sort of lost consciousness. The whole dream it self is very weird and I'm surprised I didn't pick up the clues.

Anyways, what I do remember is my cousin and I are outside somewhere up my street. I think i did something bad & I keep trying to repay him but he refuses, later he gives in. Later I think I' in some building going on my way to class and I know that I'm late. I think I was in an apartment building and so I go up the stairs and find 3 of my friends from my middle school and one friend from my new one ( all girl ) and there all but one are sitting upright on a bed, and the teacher made them watch some science film but they were either texting , talking or sleeping. They all blushed when I walked in and I started talking to one a bit. Then when it was time to leave the girl that was sleeping got up and looked like she pulled down a "paper towel blind" over the door but it wasn't done very well. The teacher called her back in..

That was pretty much it...

(Pretty epic night of dreaming, last night. Wasn't feeling too good, when I came home from work, so I ended up going to bed early and actually getting a full 8 hours of sleep! Haha. Woke up a couple of times, throughout the night, take some notes on my dreams.)

12/15/2010
Dream One:
"Captain Cockblocked"

I was the Captain of a brigade on a huge, futuristic ship. The whole dream took place inside the ship, so I honestly don't know if it was a water vessel or a spaceship. But I could tell, from the our uniforms and technology, that it was definitely in the future. As Captain, I had a really hard time getting my unruly platoon in order. They were quite a band of misfits, and would only listen to me when I really came down on them. I'm really not sure that I liked all of the responsibility for such a wily bunch. There were two stand-out soldiers in this dream, though. Two women. It seems that there was something of a love triangle going on, between us. One of the women and I were definitely seeing each other, and the other woman (who looked a bit like a cross between Angelina Jolie and the Baroness from G.I. Joe) was vying for my affection.

My official love interest and I were sparring on a large platform made of metallic grid-work, set high above the rest of the platoon. The "room" we were in was enormous - more like a hanger - and the rest of the platoon was watching from down below. The spar was actually pretty interesting. It was a strange dance of attacking/evading, without ever coming in contact with each other. It was quite graceful. If I was facing away from her, she would slide in for a leg sweep, and I would do a slow, precise, back handspring over her, landing on her other side. Then I would throw a high kick at her, and she would bend sideways, beneath it, and cartwheel away. It was a lot like Capoeira, actually, but more straight-forward, and with less dancing. It wasn't intense, in the slightest. It was kind of erotic, really, and we were just enjoying how connected we felt with each other, in being able to anticipate each others' movements. Apparently, though, this didn't sit very well with the other girl.

During a move where I was about to throw/spin my lovely opponent away from me, the other girl had made her way up onto the platform with us. I tried to throw my lady-friend with enough trajectory that she might be able to pull herself out of the barrel-roll spin through the air, and land on her feet. However, when I saw that the 'other' girl was standing in the exact spot that I'd intended to throw my opponent...I fucked up. Having been startled by this other girl standing on the platform, I under-threw my sparring partner. She spiraled a couple of times through the air, directly toward girl #2, who was actually in a perfect position to catch her. Instead - after having initially put her hands out, to catch the oncoming person on instinct, girl #2 swiped her hands away, at the last moment, and allowed girl #1 to crash to the metal-grated platform, face first. The impact was so loud that it echoed through the entire chamber. I could practically feel it, myself. Girl #2 just looked at me with a sarcastic sort of "Oops" expression on her face, obviously not the least bit apologetic.

Girl #1 was injured pretty badly, and I felt horrible. I went to her side to console her. She was holding her face, and it was clear that she was in a lot of pain. Eventually, the medics came, and helped her away to get checked on. While they hauled her off, I began walking to the other side of the platform. Girl #2 quickly caught up and kept pace with me. Quite adorably, she locked her hands behind her back as she walked, a huge smile beaming while she told me how we (her and I) never used to have 'accidents' like that. Trying to dismiss her, I barked that we never used to run drills like that. As if her response had been ready, she answered back that "we never had to." She said that we always just kind of "vibed, in the field." Through this, I get the impression that her and I had something of a thing going on, in the past, and she was trying to rekindle it. Still kicking myself over dropping my new girl, I sat down on the edge of the platform and actually held a conversation with girl #2, though, the whole time, I really wished she would just leave me alone.

While we were talking, our Commander stormed into the room. A grunt yelled out "Ship on deck!!!" and everyone jumped to attention. Under my breath, I said "It's 'ATTENTION on deck, you idiot." The Commander wasn't very happy. He let us know that we were headed for a battle, and my platoon still looked like a rag-tag bunch of cretins. As if to prove his point, some of the grunts started mocking him, and copying the things he was saying. My mind was a mess of emotions at the moment, and I decided to stay quiet about it. The Commander then went into a spiel about how he started this platoon because of the potential he once saw in a 12 year old boy, who he knew would one day be a great leader. And he made it a point to say that he "did not see that 12 year old boy in this room." Even though he was facing the rest of my soldiers, I knew he was talking about me...and it killed me. After what seemed like an eternity, he left, and I knew that I would have to muster all the strength I had, to get my soldiers into shape, before our next battle began.


Dream Two:
"Tygra's Tale"

I was a lonely, troubled, version of Tygra of the ThunderCats. I had an underground base, which looked much like the hanger/chamber in my first dream - a large room with metal walls and an obscure, blue "screen," which took up the entire front wall and illuminated the whole chamber. After pretty much just sitting around and sulking, by myself, I found my lair being invaded by an entire army of mutants and robot sentries. There was a massive battle; myself vs. the entire army, which had just kind of 'teleported' into my lair. I had Tygra's trademark bolo-whip, and it was just the most fucking awesome weapon ever. The three balls on the end would cause explosions, whenever they made contact with a target, and the whip, itself, was amazingly accurate and effective. I distinctly remember thinking to myself - during the battle - how amazing it was, that I was able to wield such a weapon with such extreme expertise. (I vaguely know how to use a whip, in waking life, but would be completely lost, using one in a battle situation.) The battle was very fast an epic - involving a lot of high-jumping and anime-styled dashing; moving around the area with a speed that pretty much made me a match for everyone in the room, and throwing all kinds of projectile weapons at my attackers.

After some time, the fighting came to a stand-still. It turned out that I was being tested by this group. They were actually the rest of the ThunderCats, come to see my skill level and invite me onto their team. One of the smallest of the group was a young girl who said that she and I had the same mother or father. (Can't remember which.) By her markings, I could tell that she was a young Cheetara. She told me to check my records to see if we might actually be brother and sister. Forced with the decision of whether or not to join their team, I went off to be alone with my thoughts for a while. I found myself in a targeting range, flicking shuriken - rather sloppily - at targets. I was really apathetic about the target practice, and just kind of tossing shuriken everywhere; even sticking some of them in the ceiling. Above all else, they had just caught me at my most depressed, and I had a hell of a time shaking the sensation of hoplessness.

Reluctantly, I decided to join their forces, officially becoming one of the "ThunderCats." I don't remember anything after letting them know that I would sign on with them, though.


Dream Three:
"Genetic Swimgineering"

I was with some friends and family members, in a beach-side hotel. Standing on the balcony, we watched the water and saw some large, shell-like....thing move up toward the shore. It was about the size of a small yacht, but seemed completely organic. Some of the people down on the beach flocked toward this object, which began spewing water out of an opening at the top. This water mixed with the water around it, and soon coated the shoreline, and all the people on it. When the beach-goers started emerging from the water, it was apparent that many of them were much younger than they had been before. This water apparently had some regenerative properties, and once people saw this, they immediately began bathing in it. It was a veritable fountain of youth. Some of the girls/women in our group - my mom included - just could not resist the urge. They made a bee-line out of the hotel and down toward the water. I tried to tell her not to do it, because we knew nothing about this thing, or where it came from. She wouldn't listen, though, and neither could many of the other girls in our group. They saw the opportunity to preserve their youth, and literally jumped in it.

As with the others, they came out looking younger than they previously had, and were completely happy with the results. I still had a bad feeling, though. My suspicions were then confirmed, when those who went into the water began mutating. Some of them grew scales. Others grew soft, mushy skin that seemed to hang from their bones. The girl I was with began to grow scales, as did my mother. While we panicked, they also began losing their memory, and were constantly having to be reminded of who they were, and what was going on. It was just a horrible situation, all around. Things just progressively got worse. My mom ended up actually turning into a fish - a very sinister-looking fish with large spines that came out of her dorsal fin...but there was still something very human about her.

After a while, my dream skipped ahead. We were now on a large boat. We had figured out that there was a "mad geneticist" behind the whole thing, and myself - along with a large squad of friends and strangers - were on our way to storm his island stronghold, to put a stop to whatever the Hell he was doing. My mom, still in fish state, was in a water-filled bowl, on deck. Suddenly, in the middle of our voyage, she jumped out of the bowl and into the ocean. Without so much of a second thought, I jumped off of the boat and into the water after her. I remember being absolutely terrified, in the open water, not knowing what to expect might be swimming around with us. Reluctant to open my eyes, I did, grabbing my mom/fish and paddling for the surface. I saw the boat do a wide turn, eventually coming back around to pick us up. Something wasn't right, though. I had a - almost telepathic - feeling that my mom/fish didn't want to leave the ocean. She was being called toward it. The more I swam toward the boat, the stronger the feeling got. When I was climbing onto the boat, she began squirming in my hand, and I actually saw a very human tear fall from her fish eye. For all that she was, she knew that she belonged in the ocean, and even considering the circumstances, I couldn't deny her that. With a heavy heart, I tossed her back into the ocean, and we continued our voyage to put a stop to this mad-man's experiments.

Soon, we were on his island. My comrades and I stormed the base, fighting through his forces and trying to get to the bottom of just what the Hell he was doing. I don't remember much of the battle, but it was fierce, and I ended up losing a couple of close friends in the fight. The last thing I remember was being drawn into the scientist's final hiding place - buried within a wall. He didn't know I had followed him in, and I ended up getting the drop on him, rushing him and tackling him into another room. The room was like a huge auditorium, and we were on the top flight of stairs. The villain was facing me, and away from the rest of the room. What he couldn't see was a horde of some of his failed experiments coming up the stairs behind him...and they looked hungry. Giving one final push, I shoved the guy away from me and toward his 'children,' slipping out of the room and shutting the door. Without even being there to witness it, I knew that he was being torn to pieces (and most likely eaten) by the monsters he had created.


Dream Four:
"Fish Memorial"
(Which is hilarious, if you're familiar with Fish Memorial Hospital, which isn't far from my house.)

I was coming home from work at night, and I saw that there were about a dozen cars in our driveway (only it wasn't my house, but my friend Kellen's house, from back when I used to live in Texas). When I went inside, my mom told me that she was having a memorial for Chris B. (an old friend of mine, who'd died in the previous dream. I would almost think this was the same dream, but I have the distinct feeling of having woken up, between the two). I didn't think too much of the fact that I had no notice of this memorial, but I did notice that I didn't actually see anybody in the house. Figuring everyone must be out in the back yard, I went to 'my' room to change clothes. Changing turned out to be one hell of a task, though. Nothing in my closet matched. Nothing. And even when I found something that could pass for a matching outfit, all of my shoes were de-laced and/or broken. I spent the rest of the dream throwing clothes and shoes around, trying to find something suitable to wear before going out to meet everyone.