non-lucid

I was driving down the road pulling a trailer, and some guy who was doing the same ended up going off the road. He asked a third guy to help him get his load back on the road because I don't think his truck was really built for it. Meanwhile I tried to back my truck/trailer up and block off traffic so they wouldn't come at the area. I went over to where they were, and one guy slit the other guys throat and was walking up to me with crazy eyes. I pulled out a knife and tried to get him, before he got me, but the knife wouldn't cut him at all. It just bent his skin in. I dissarmed him in some kinda way, and managed to take the knife from him. I used it against him, slicing his throat watch the blood pour down his chest. The guy had a smile on his face, like he wanted me to do it. The knife itself looked like a small machete. I was examining it and thinking how powerful it must have been.

Ok...this dream made me go, "what??" when I woke up:

I was just in my room, looking around. Then I looked at my computer, I think, and there was a Skillet video on (go figure) and Ben Kasica, in the background, was kindof singing. I couldn't hear him, but I could see his lips forming the words (which I found really cute cause he never sings. Plus he's cute anyways! LOL). Then suddenly, I was there, in concert, and I saw Ben. I heard him singing,( and heck, he's got a good singing voice in my dreams) and I looked at him all freaked out. I guess he didn't notice that I saw him, and heard him, singing because he just kept singing with the others. Then he looked my way I guess and saw me watching him. Be blushed but still sang. I just started screaming "Oh my gosh, Ben, I <3 u!!!" cause I'd scream that at a concert. He kept staring at me and singing. I think it was "Whispers in the Dark", my favorite song. He smiled after a while and started to sing again. The dream went fuzzy after that and I think I woke up (at like 1:30am -_-) pretty weird eh?

Then after I fell back asleep I had a "false-awakening":

I was in my bed and I heard my phone alarm going off. I checked the time and it said 4:30am. Then I laid back down and stared, next thing I knew, my actual alarm woke me up for real(it was actually 3:40am)

I could have kicked myself after that...-_-

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I'm going to turn lucid this week. I don't only want to become lucid on weekends. I'm pretty confident that I will become lucid tonight actually! Will also try to start being in a state of constant awareness. I know I can do this. I am a multitasker with an extraordinary energy level, and I am dedicated! Anyways, I had three dreams last night. Also some applejuice. Perhaps I had such a good recall because of it? I'll have some tonight to see if it has any effects.

10.15: Bedtime

02.00: Fire
I'm with Monica and we're standing infront of two really old houses. They're literally falling apart in the wind. There's soot on the walls, and the paint is flaking off. I inspect one of them, but I decide to go out again. I don't like old houses. Monica opens the front door on the other one, and walks in. She stops at the fireplace which is straight ahead in the hall. I can see her from outside. She lights a fire and walks out. The fire spreads quickly and escapes the fireplace. The house starts burning. I start walking along a huge wall, the fire going next to me in the grass. The pathway becomes riddled with little streams of water.

02.00: Pron
I'm slacking off in a comfortable bean bag. I watch people do some random things around me, but I don't feel like helping out. Suddenly I'm about to watch some porn. A very hot black girl walks by. "Hey (name). I am about to watch your movie" I say and wave with a tape. She gives me a pretty smile and walks away. Just like that I am watching some kind of live recording of a porno. A guy who looks just like Jay Cutler (bodybuilder) is having sex with a blonde and a brunette girl. It's like they're doing retakes and everything. I start peeing on a wall.

02.00: Fragment
*I'm at my friend G's house. I'm about to stay over for the night, and he's looking for a mattress which I can sleep on. There is one in a white linen cloth on the floor. I can see through it a bit, and it's red with flowers or something like that on.

05.15: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7 hours

Supplements before bed: 250 ml applejuice, 2 x Omega-3

That's it! I think I've figured out the length of my sleeping cycle aswell. It's about 100 minutes long. I will do some experiments on this later on to make sure. Time for meditation before bed! Cya.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Hours of sleep: 7
Vividness: 2/5
Recall: 1/5

I'm in a supermarket. I don't rememeber what I'm doing there, but it seems that I know the people working there. Only thing I clearly remember is this:

On the walls, there are posters saying:
If you meet Micheal, call the office.
Strange. I ask someone who's working there, what these poster mean. He says:
There is a guy called Micheal, who pretends to be a cashier. He goes through the supermarket and offers help to our customers to find what they want. But in reality he isn't a help at all, even worse: by doing the wrong things on purpose, he scares our customers off.
Only problem is,that nobody knows how he looks like. :/

13-12 --- 14-12
Me and A (read my prev. DJ's) wen't to a movie with someone else. Before we went there we did some other stuff, we were almoost too late! My family was visiting the rest of my family. They ate oven potatoes. Someone said 'they are cut so poor, which makes them delicious!' The rest was like 'No!'. My sister discovered they were actually fine.. Back to me, A and some1 else: we were with the 3 of us in a car, after a while the other person had to leave. Aftr a whole talk we discovered that us and he kinda grew appart.. When the movie started, we saw that it was 16+ but right after that we saw it was 20+. The movie was another dream i had a few days ago . My dream ended after the first 5s of the movie

THere was this show, we were close to the entrance with a small group. We were talking about how many gates they would make for the entrance. Then someone came and told us to make 3 rows of there, and 6 on the other side. So we did.. He picked 6 of us out of the group. Me, a friend of my sis, a friend of mine and 3 others. Me and my friend were on youtube (or something) with a song we did. Every1 said i should have done that for our school show! (2 nights in the theatre where students may perform)

We were at on an old ship

but ours had just 1 sail.

We were on it with just 2 people. Oneo f them steered and shouted, the other did the rest. We met some other captain, someone on our ship got something with him. He gave one of his ship to someone from our ship (not the person who got something with him). he said the ship was in (...). We went to his house. i put on the TV, but when i tried to decrease the volume, i couldn't.

11-12 ---- 12-12
non-lucid
[my comments]

We were 'on vacation' with our class, in 1 huge house (....) [ bunch of stuff i can't remember] at a moment i walked downstairs and i heard my alarm going off with 'What i've done' by linkin park' [not my rl alarm] I went upstairs and set it off. We went to another house for a while, the showers were way better! When we came back to the 1st house i said 'yay.. our own showers again..'. A boy from my class wanted 2 take a shower, so i went to my own room. After 10 seconds i heard the shower stopped. So i went to the bathroom door and saw my class mate coming out of the shower soaked (with a hand towel on ofcourse). I asked him 'done already' he said 'no! ofcourse not!' He went downstairs and i saw a huge bald spot on the back of his head!

I woke up at 5:34. (had planned a WBTB after 6h of sleep). I wanted to get out of bed, but quickly thought 'no i should remember my dreams first' so i got back in bed.. Couldn't remember anything at all...
So i got out of bed and watched a few short films of lucipedia.
When i went to the bathroom, i suddenly remembered my dream! I went upstairs, documentated it.
Since i used the steps from lucipedia for this WBTB, i put on my computer and i watched some movies about my goal for my first lucid dream: Flying Neo style! . And ofcourse fly to the moon
After i had watched some i was quite awake. At 6:20 i went back 2 bed and thought a lot about my dreamsign (the bald spot).
When i watched my alarm again, it suddenly was 7:00!!! No idea what happened
I decided to get out at 7:30, i slept in.. but suddenly dreamed about a whole different dream!

Skyradio visited a woman [no idea why] I filmed all this. Suddenly the radio guy said 'it takes to long to answer since it can't go straight to them.'. We couldn't solve this so we just left. The woman said 'No problem, thanks for the locomotive for my husband! [did i give it to her?]

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
My reason for the lack of lucids and quality dreams lately is probably exams.

In this dream, I was in my bedroom. My room is fairly square with beige walls, and located in the lower level of my house. Two adjacent walls each have a small rectangular window, probably only two or three feet across and a foot tall, trimmed with white. On the other wall, there is a closet that has been taken out to create more space in the room. The wall inside is painted a lighter, almost minty green. The lighting in the room is dimmed but not uncomfortably dark.

I was in the section where the closet was taken out; in the middle up against the wall, there was my dresser. It was polished wood, and had a tryptic-type mirror with three pieces, the middle one being the largest. I looked in the mirror for a brief second and then at the remnants of a flower, sitting on my dresser. In real life, I own my own white and pink orchid, which hasn't been doing too well as of late. In the dream, there was nothing left of it - literally - the stem and pot were nowhere to be found... Except for some darkly colored, pale and crisp petals that were sitting on the dresser. I picked them up and crunched them in my hand; I then picked up a black garbage bag that suddenly appeared beside me and put the petals in. There was nothing in the bag except for the petals.

The dream ended - my alarm clock woke me up for my Biology exam.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This dream was much longer, but I rated it so low in vividness because I can't remember most of the parts!

It was night time, and there wasn't much illumination from lights around the neighborhood. I was on the roof of my house. Because it was rather dark, I couldn't discern if the house actually looked like my house in real life, or if the dream had made something up. The roof was made of shingles, but instead of being three-dimensional, the shingles were flat as if they were just drawn on paper. I was crouching down with my elbows on my knees and looking around at the other houses. I looked down at the streets below, and then I looked to the right and saw my yard. It was about ten feet down from the rooftop. I stood up and jumped down from the roof, making no noise as I landed in the tall, overgrown grass. I looked around once more, and saw yellow light coming from a single square window in the wall of my house.

The yard was empty except for a pile of large, irregularly-shaped rocks in the corner. It was also fenced off by boards of neat, dark wooden fencing that were at least seven feet high. It looked, overall, like a normal backyard. Above the fence, in the distance, I could see the moon, which looked very bright. It was also larger than how the moon looks in real life.

In front of the fence, there was a metal stool. I walked over to the stool and stood up on it, peering over the fence. Now, beyond the fence, there weren't as many houses or streets as before. There was only one road extending straight towards the horizon, which was lit by a dim white light. A few houses were scattered here and there. I jumped up onto the top of the fence and fell off the other side, landing in a sort of hoverbike. It was flat on top, but underneath, it was very neatly carved out of metal. A small dot of a green light was flashing, sending a laser of light out towards the darkness. I took hold of the two handles and twisted the right one; without making a noise, the bike began to pick up speed.

No other cars or people appeared as I traveled down the road, but there were telephone poles on the sides every few seconds of travel. Instead of connecting to the one beside it, the wires would connect to the pole across the road. I was traveling at the same height as the high telephone poles, so whenever I'd get within a few seconds of hitting one, my vision would change. I'd now be seeing black, and a flat, white irregular line, like a lightning bolt. I'd have to lower the position of my bike so I wouldn't hit the lightning bolt, because this represented the pole. After all, one knows that if they touch an electrical pole, they'd be electrocuted.

The first two times this happened, I lowered my bike enough. The third time, though, the lightning bolt lowered along with my bike, so I drove right into it. My vision turned black.

But, I wasn't "dead". The dream only skipped a bit, and I was now in a city, in a central area where all the fast food restaurants congregate. The roads looked decrepit, but still useable.

I walked toward a McDonalds, which was clearly open because all the lights were on, and because I could see people eating inside. I can't remember what happened next.

My recall has increased within the past week. Last night i remember a dream where i was first chasing Homer Simpson in a cartoonish dream and i was a cop. The chase had lasted about 10 minutes. Finally, when i stopped homer, i asked him if he had any drugs on him. He said nothing, none at all. I was working with a fellow cop from the precinct. I told him to search the car. My partner revealed a huge garbage bag of marijuana. About 100 pounds . So then i asked homer what he was going to do with it, my dream scene changed. Me,Homer,and my partner were sitting in a room smoking it up. Bongs everywhere. I guess i didn't become lucid because i usually smoke weed, so it didn't seem strange to me.

Good morning, everybody. I think these dreams are both influenced by other dreams I've read on this site.

Dream #1

I was in a department store. The light was somewhat grey and dim. I walked to my right, into an area with a lot of dresses for little girls.

I walked past one long rack of dresses. The dresses were all shimmery. Most of them had one single color, like purple or pink. Some may even have had pointy, brimless "princess" hats (which now remind me more of the I Dream of Genie headdress).

All these dresses were supposed to be long on little girls. I assumed they'd hardly even fit onto my body. But for some reason I was still thinking of trying these things on.

I walked between two long racks of dresses. Some of these dresses seemed to have black velvet tops and gold skirts.

As I walked along, two or three tall, young, black men came walking from the other direction. The men were all dressed in shiny, satiny outfits that looked like jester outfits. The front guy may have been wearing sunglasses.

I scooted out of the way a little bit. When I did so, so did the guys. I excused myself and said sorry. The front guy said, "No problem, no problem."

I now found myself out in a wider area of the store. I was trying to figure out whether I wanted to go back to the dresses or go somewhere else.

Dream #2

I was possibly somewhere like a room in a library. I was probably with a group of peers, which was probably led by an older, tall, balding "teacher" figure with grey hair, glasses, jeans, and a denim shirt.

At some point I realized I wasn't wearing any pants or underwear. I was just wearing a big button-up shirt. I knew I needed to get fully dressed.

I walked out into a large stairwell like a big, open stairwell at a museum. I knew I was on the third floor and I needed to get down to the first floor. There were people on the stairs and on the floors between the stairs, walking in and out from exhibits. I had told myself I would run down the back stairwell. But I now realized I was going down the main stairway.

I thought for a moment I could keep going. I thought the shirt was long enough that nobody would see I was wearing no underwear. But then I saw that people had noticed I was wearing no pants and underwear. I was embarrassed. I hurried at the next landing to a doorway to the back stairwell.

I ran past a couple people and into the smaller stairwell, which was more like a fire escape stairwell. I was all alone. I started speeding down the stairs, almost flying down them, taking a lot of steps at once.

I went too fast and found that I had gone too far down. I was in an area full of white-painted pipes. The area was huge and well lit, and the pipes were all so neatly arranged, like bookshelves in a library.

I felt way out of place down here (although my state of undress didn't seem to bother me anymore). I knew I needed to get up to the correct floor. I imagined workers finding me and trying to do something bad to me.

I now imagined (???) a tall, black man in a beige denim jacket and black sunglasses standing before me at the bottom of the staircase. My view panned through the aisles of white pipes which also seemed to be decorated with white Christmas lights.

I imagined myself asking the imaginary man a weird question, like which way was the way out. I imagined the man first telling me something weird, like telling me how to get to the position in the basement where the exit would actually be on the first floor. I even imagined a huge painting, like a huge equestrian painting that might be seen in the lobby of an art museum.

I then imagined, as my view panned through an area of white pipes lit almost entirely by tons and tons of white Christmas lights, that the man asked me something, like he was asking me on a date (???). I imagined that just around the corner from this area there was something like a themed food court, all done up in a confectionery style, like old merry-go-rounds.

I thought that if this guy wanted to go have all this fun at "the festival," I'd have to get money from an ATM. I could hear Mexican music, like Mariachi music, playing somewhere.

I found myself in a place like the parking lot of a shopping plaza from when I was a kid. The shopping plaza had a number of large stores, like a big clothing store, a big grocery store, and a big bookstore. It was night, and the light was deep blue, with all the lights in the shopping plaza turned off. But I still saw the lights, felt the warmth, and heard the music of the festival somewhere.

I walked around trying to figure out where the festival was. I felt like I had woken from a dream. I may have been trying to convince myself that the music and light had only been in my dream, and that I was now just having trace memories of that stuff.

But, I told myself, I'm still dreaming! There's no way I could be just walking around here right now. This is a dream, too.

Realizing this was a dream, I felt a lot more clarity. The sky may have even gotten a bit lighter.

I decided to turn around and look for the festival. But as soon as I turned around, everything went black, like I had closed my eyes. I tried to "open my eyes" and see again. But I couldn't. I walked around. I felt and heard myself walking. I even continued hearing the music. I even had some idea of where I was in the parking lot. But I couldn't see anything.

Dream #3

I was in "my office," which was larger than my office, much more like an office floor for a larger company.

I got up from a cubicle when I heard that a couple of women were getting ready to interview a man for a position. I felt like they were interviewing a replacement for my position.

I walked a little ways, then looked through what seems to have been the underside of a large semi-truck's trailer, to the elevator bank at the front of the office floor.

I could see the interviewee in my mind's eye. He was a little kid, maybe 10 or 11 years old, dressed in a nice suit. One of the women interviewing him was a stout, Hispanic woman with short, black hair.

I heard from somebody nearby that my boss was getting fired, and that the person was interviewing to become my boss' replacement. That was a relief for me, considering I had been thinking all this time that I was going to get fired. I only hoped that management would decide to keep me after firing my boss.

I may have thought about the complications for this actually being possible. Maybe the man already had somebody like me on his team. So maybe he'd just bring that other person over from whatever company he was coming from. I also thought that it might not be worth it to work for this guy, anyway. Maybe he would just turn out to be a jerk.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

14/12/10 I was in a series of dreams involving a lot of family at some sort of party. However the main plot of the storyline was me first of all ignoring a beautiful young woman's approach. This woman turned out to be my neighbour and some woman told me off for leaving her hanging there, considering the fact that I had been playing up to something more. I ended up walking to her door, my heart pounding and at the time I did not know if I would have the courage to knock. I hoped she would come out of the door before I had to and I got lucky. I mumbled something about how nervous I felt and she invited me in.

Throughout the dreams we end up dating and although we make out a lot and she continue to agree to my my sexual approaches we never get to actually do it. And although I never stop to think about the fact that I am dreaming, in the dreams I remember being really frustrated about the fact that I awake before we get to do anything. Her kiss felt amazing and I even remember running my finger under the edge of her underwear, feeling faint hairs growing back after a shave.

Reflection: Although the dreams themselves remain unfulfilled it seemed like I was learning a lesson. A lesson on how to combat a stupid amount of shyness I feel when approaching women. Lets see how it pans out.

So what i remember starting off in was some type of jungle. To get through this jungle, i had to climb walls of vines. And throughout this jungle, were "save points", these save points looked like trees made out of white twizzlers. Ok so i go around this jungle, going to save spots so i can "save".Well next thing i know i ended up getting my classes as if it were the first day of school. I had 6 classes. I went to my first class which was in room "A6?" but i went into the wrong room, the right one was next door. Well i don't remember what happened after. But next fragment was when i was in the car with my mom driving a girl home. (i used to like this girl.) When we dropped her off, my mom called her "daniel" but her name was Samantha. My first 3 classes were at my highschool, and my other 3 classes were at some other highschool in my city. (which i've only been to once, never attended there.) In one of my classes, i sat near the middle, alittle bit more towards the back. I remember that Samantha wanted to sit next to her bf, who was sitting infront of me, but she couldn't because someone took that seat. So the girl in that seat got tired of them talking to eachother from across the room, and switched seats with her. After my first 3 classes i walk to the other highschool with 2 of my friends. I don't really remember what we talked about, But there was one friend i ran into, He just said something like, "hey what's up? haven't seen you for a while. well nice seeing you". after that i had to go somewhere into the school, idk for what though, But sitting at a bench was an old friend. I didn't feel like talking to him, so i went the opposite way so i can just get picked up from school. There was a line of cars picking up people leaving from school. My moms car wasn't there but my friends was, he said if i wanted a ride. Then my mom comes up with an old looking mercedes and my other friend says, Hey lets just go in your moms car, she was her old car back. [I don't really remember between that part and going to my house, i'm pretty sure i skipped a big chunk.] Well when i get to my house, there is this REALLY small dog, probably the size of a cat. Looked kinda strange to me. Well a while passed by, and i don't remember what happened during that time also. But next thing i remember is the house being all messy with tentacles coming out of the ceiling. In the middle of the room was this Weird looking baby. To describe it, It looked like a Really small newborn inside some type of Pod. (kinda like green beans) And it was all gooey, and had red eyes pooping out. And the tentacles above the ceiling were moving around. My mom went up to it, and said "what is that? i'm going to try and kill it" So she gets a broom and starts to beat it. A tentacles from the ceiling moves towards her eye and Goes inside it. The tentacle goes into her eyesocket for a good 5 seconds. The tentacle Comes out of her left eye, and my mom runs outside into the backyard while covering her eye. I move back outside to the front yard, not knowing what to do. My sisters boyfriend shows up and says that we have to shoot it. So he pulls out his gun and an extra gun for me. (he's a police officer) We both aim, but don't take a shot, thinking that if we shoot it, it might get dangerous. My mom comes back, but her eyeball wasn't missing, nor was there a hole. It was just skin, as if it healed, Just a layer of skin over her eye. Well after that my sister boyfriend vanished and my dad showed up. He said what happened to my moms eye, and i explained to him. He wanted to kill it, so he said what if we run it over under the truck? I didn't like that idea. Then the alien baby flipped itself, and on the other side of the pod, was a small dog. I guess the dog was a disguise for what it really is. Under the dogs belly were two arms hanging. And that is all i remember from my dream.

Has simply trying to do something about my subconscious visitors done the trick? Also, Inception mind-screwed me quite nicely. Loving it.

The first thing I remember was the second level of the dream. I was dreamscaping, doing a favor for the landlord of an apartment building that was a strange hybrid of the house where I grew up and the apartment building where I live now. I never manage to dream about any building where I actually live, if I do I know it's an OBE. Hasn't happened for some time, though.

I can't remember what the second level was, but it dealt with my old dollhouse (Haha, Christopher Nolan!) and I was wrapping metallic gold thread around something, like a small spool or something but it felt like a craft of some kind. I think the small something was soft.

I was lucid on a certain level, that the second level was a dream. A phone call woke me to the first level, which was not lucid. I vaguely remember returning to the second level, because I remember playing out some of the cliches of Inception (How did I get here???). But the phone turned out to be my Dad calling to say "Hello." We chatted about what was going on, I told him about the favor, and I mentioned that I smelled an odd kind of smoke. Dad became Overprotective Dad, getting all skittish that something was wrong. I told him that it was probably just the heater (apparently, this smell was normal?) and that any tenant could fix it so the handyman neighbor would probably be down soon to deal with it.

I got off the phone and wandered downstairs to find the landlord (who was somehow Willem Dafoe...) talking with the handyman neighbor who doesn't exist IRL. I mentioned quietly that the favor was done, and the neighbor said that something was very wrong with the heater. Dafoe made a crack that he wasn't getting much of his investment back on THIS building and left without doing anything. I made a comment about him being a slumlord, and woke up.

This time I was so confused at the first level being a dream that IRL I started checking for oddities. Pinch hurts, and I'm in my own apartment, though I always think that I'm in my own home so I COULD be wrong. And Hubby's here, more evidence that I'm awake. I even broke my first rule of surreality by looking into a mirror and a dark window. Freddy Kreuger's not there. I still haven't looked too closely at the TV, though. No nerve.

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I am only recording memorable dreams in part to encourage myself to have more of them and because there is no real reason for me to record unremarkable dreams at this point.

December 12, 2010: Waves of Times
Nonlucid for the most part
I was walking along near a stand of trees that were planted in rows. They were young trees evenly spaced and stood like they had been set to a grid pattern. Besides them was a small clearing where bright green grass that has been newly planted carpeted the ground. Here was a picnic table. I felt this loose feeling when time begins to become unhinged in the dream. Then a there was a guy sitting at the table looking lonely, he seemed to be missing his son. I floated over to him and when I looked at him from the back a library started to form around this whole site. A library replaced the small stand of trees. I looked around and waves of times washed through my vision. This looked like sections of instances in time; nighttime, early morning, people walking in the library, no one in the library, kids running around in the library, a librarian quietly putting books back; all in sections as they passed before me right to left. Then the lonely man was seated here again at a table. A shift in time slid by and in it I saw him happily reading a book to his young boy.

December 13, 2010: An Unrelated Narrator
Nonlucid mostly.
I was just wandering around but there was this guy narrating a story that had nothing to do with what I was seeing. I knew the story was totally different from what I was seeing and that the two where not connected. The story made perfect sense and was about some guy doing something unremarkable as far as I can remember. I remember following the story to see if this story was going to make any sense and surprisingly it did.

December 2010

Synopsis: I should be unlazy and actually use my dream journal! A surreal dream involving a flood with rotten water. Later, I find hippies.

Rotting Flooded Waters
I'm in my backyard. In real life I don't have one anymore, so this is the backyard of my childhood. There is a little pond next to a small tree, filled with healthy fish.

It rains and the pond swells and covers the entire backyard, like a swamp. But all the fish are dead, and now the water is filled with rotting things. I stand on top of something to get away from the diseased water.

Usually the rain water is absorbed by the soil. Thinking back to my horticulture class I say "Theres something wrong with the soil! Its got no drainage." At first I thought it was only my backyard that was flooded. But I took a quick peek over the fence and I could see the entire suburban neighborhood was under water!

This is bad. One house with rotten water is one thing, but an entire neighborhood? I thought of katrina, and deadly diseases. Well, I guess we gotta leave!

My family gather outside on the street and discuss where we should go. Lucky us, we live next to a hill that was spared the flood. We can see little houses up there. We pack our things, which was neatly waiting for us outside our home. A random monkey character helps us carry our things.

When we get to the top of the hill all the houses are super small. And they were all connected to each other. We walk through the common hallway between them. Each little house was more like a tent filled with random items. I guessed that hippies must live here!

My family starts to go shopping. Even though these weren't shops, it seems the tent people like a good bargain. Later on, old friends invite me to a turkey dinner, and I wonder if the turkey has synthetic hormones.

Then I wake up!