non-lucid

11/15/2009

Slots with Chris Tucker

So, let's start from as far back as I can remember. I'm in a department store. There is a sale and there are tons of people in the store, but the only thing anyone is looking at is jeans. But they're really horrible jeans. Old, stone wash, like 80's hair band jeans. And everyone is trying them on in the middle of the store instead of going into fitting rooms. And none of the jeans fit anybody! They're all way too tight, but everyone thinks they look so good in them. I think about telling everyone they look stupid but think better of it.

I leave the department store and walk out into the mall. I suddenly realize there is a casino in the mall and head for it at full speed. I head left and see the fountain in the middle of the mall. I'm on the second floor and I see the escalators. I go down the one escalator and at the bottom almost run into a wall. I've got to make an immediate u-turn and go right back up another escalator. I remember thinking this is a most ineffective way to get to the first floor.

After I get off the escalator I walk to the left again and see some slot machines. On the end of a row of machines is Bill Murray. He's walking away and has left the machine running with some money in it. I go to his machine and discover that it's a penny machine. Instead of putting money in it, you have to put tickets in it like the kind you get from winning skee-ball. Bill Murray has left a big line of tickets so I run it into the machine. A slot attendant comes by and looks at me funny because the machine is rejecting some of the tickets, and I tell him they were left here and they aren't mine.

So I sit down and finally just start hitting the max bet button over and over again mindlessly. Then some kids walk up and want to see what I'm doing. They have pizza, so we're now having like a pizza party at my slot machine. I look down and it's not like a touch screen like slot machines usually are, but it's not an old school reel slot either. It's strange because I know it's a slot machine, but I've never seen one like this before. It's just like a plastic surface with lights embedded in it that light up and make numbers appear in a bunch of different colors. There's no real rhyme or reason to how you make winning combinations. So while trying to figure this out, a female slot attendant comes up to me and hands me $200 in one dollar bills. I keep playing.

The next thing I know, the kids and the pizza party are gone, but they left behind all the empty pizza boxes. Now there's a guy with his face right next to mine and he's got a cell phone to his other ear talking to someone. I don't even look to see who it is and I ask him to please take his nonsense elsewhere. (!) He starts to walk away and says I'll regret that and then I realize it's Chris Tucker! I scramble to tell him, no no, he can stay if he wants, my girlfriend loved him in the Fifth Element and would want his autograph. He says "we'll see" and walks away.

After a while, he comes back and says he's changed his mind and would love to hang out, where do I live, and what's my number, so he can put it into his cell phone. I tell him I live in Richmond and he says, "no shit, I live like seven minutes away from there!" Then Andrea walks up and I cash out of my slot machine and we walk towards the cashier. Suddenly everything is in slow motion as I see that behind the cashier is the biggest stockpile of fireworks I've ever seen. I'm taking very slow steps at this point and I finally make it to the cashier and ask her if I can cash out in fireworks. She says "of course" and I turn around and ask Andrea if she'd like to pick some out. She says, "you know I don't care about that shit!" and then I turn back around to the cashier and wake up.

11/10/2009

Being Chased

I'm in a neighborhood and I'm being chased by some guy. He's totally shooting at me and trying to kill me. I run away from him and go up to the porch of this one house and ring the doorbell and run away, hoping that the person who lives there will come out and see this guy chasing me. Then at the next house I open the door and get into the house and no one's home. I run up the stairs and find the guy who is chasing me has crawled into the upstairs window. I run back downstairs and can't find a door to get out of. I yell "Where are all the doors in this place??!" and finally find a door to run out of. At the next house I get onto the roof and am looking inside to see if anyone is coming to get me. Next thing I know I'm on an awning of another house and it's raining. Then I'm at a restaurant and see some guys that are apparently also trying to kill me. I can't remember anything after that and wake up.

11/10/2009

Shoe Conveyor Belt

I'm at the mall, shopping with Andrea, and she's mad at me. I have no idea why. We go down an escalator and there is a conveyor belt enclosed in glass for a window display. On it are single shoes that are glued to the conveyor belt just slowly going around and around. The next thing I know, I'm trying to put a comforter cover back into the clear plastic bag it came in, except it's like a puzzle. Like, I have to fold it a certain way and cram it into the bag and then the zipper goes around all these weird twists and turns to close the bag.

Spanish Lesson

After being in the mall, the mall morphs into like a resort hotel. I know I'm on vacation. Then a group of teenagers comes up to me and tells me that I have to help someone with their Spanish lesson. So we all go to the library and I'm helping this girl with some Spanish homework. The rest of the group are sitting in chairs around us. I remember saying things like "boligrafo" and holding up a pen, then "lapiz" and holding up a pencil. Then I explained that I don't like writing in pencil so much.

11/06/2009

Screens

I'm at my parents' house hanging out with the guy from a dream a couple of weeks ago, Chris Lennon, who in my dream had a sex change. He's still a guy in this dream, and we're in my parents' living room (even though he's never been to this house). I have the feeling that it's late at night and my parents are asleep upstairs.

We go out the front door and see that there are some people hanging out in the neighborhood, even though it's dark outside. My dad comes downstairs and tells us to go to sleep and at that moment I look at the screens on the house and they're all in disrepair. I tell my dad that we really need to get new screens and I start taking the ones out of the downstairs windows because they're falling out of the windows anyway.

Chris and I go back inside and I tuck him in to go to sleep on the couch. I gave him my ipod to listen to as he falls asleep and kiss him on the forehead. Then I go into the front room and start cleaning all the screens I took off the windows. Bizarre!!!

Bra Shopping

I'm with Andrea and we're in a department store... could actually be Dick's Sporting Goods. I just remember going into a fitting room with her and trying on sports bras. The funny thing, though, is that in order to tell if it was a good bra or not, I'd run in place in front of the mirror and watch to see if my boobs bounced a lot or not!! (This is the first dream that I can ever remember looking at myself in a mirror and actually seeing myself.)

Bath Bombs

I'm in the passenger seat of a car with Angela, my boss, in the driver's seat. She hands me a paper bag that I assume is a birthday gift. I open it up and pull out a fork in cellophane with a ribbon tied around the top like a present. I then pull out a knife wrapped up the same way. I feel like they're candy, though, not real silverware. Then I tell Angela that I'm so upset that I have a crush on my Spanish teacher, Dr. Middlebrooks, and I made her a CD and she wouldn't take it (which really happened... I don't know about the having a crush on her, though!!). Then Angela tells me to look in the bag again, and there are bath bombs in the bottom of the bag.

10/19/2009

UVA

I feel like I'm at UVA at a party. I'm sitting on a kitchen counter talking to a hot girl about music. She says she's got some files I should look at on her laptop. I asked if they're files to use as loops in music creation software like Frooty Loops or Cakewalk. She is absolutely amazed that I know about these programs. I tell her music's my thing, I even used to be a DJ for a year at the local lesbian bar. As she's getting her laptop out to pull up the files, someone comes up to me who recognizes me. I'm talking to them and I glance at the hot girl's computer screen... it's scrolling through all sorts of porn pictures. In order not to embarrass her, I continue talking to whoever it was that came up to me.

Then I'm outside walking around the campus and it's snowing out. I lay down in the snow and say out loud, though to no one in particular, "It's so beautiful out here... I wish I had known how my life would turn out by going to VCU. I wish someone would have told me. If I'd have gotten better grades in high school, I could have come here."

Then Jamie Nelder, one of my sorority sisters, comes up to me and asks me if I got her paperwork to fill out in the mail. (Random!)

Blockbuster

I walk into a Blockbuster and I feel like I'm in Buffalo, NY. (I was watching the Bills/Jets game last night. Plus, I had just gone into a Blockbuster for the first time in a long time a couple of days ago and rented the first season of the L word... 4 discs total.) Half of the store is inside, half is outside. Instead of the category toppers on the shelves like Romance, Comedy, etc, are street names from Richmond. Staples Mill and Park come to mind. I see Chris Lennon again, the guy from a week ago who I dreamed had a sex change. I told him, I thought he said he lived in Richmond, what's he doing in NY? He said he does live in Richmond, look at the signs, he lives right down the block.

Then I'm in line with my movies and I'm with my dad all of a sudden. He rented some video games and I don't know what I got. The total comes to about $200. I'm flipping out. They said it was late charges. I said, "no way, I returned my movies, all four of them, I'll even go get them off the shelf if you want me to." So a manager comes up after two other people come and try to straighten this out. My dad said he'll pay $26 but no more than that. I'm crying by this point. I'm yelling "Do you think I'm stupid?!? I'm so smart, you don't even know." At this, the manager shakes his head yes and I get so offended by this, I don't know, I think he's mocking me or something. So I said "Fuck this!" and storm out the door.

Now I'm in New Mexico. I call information and am immediately connected to Blockbuster Headquarters. I ask for the district manager who manages the Carytown Blockbuster location. I remember thinking, I wonder if it's still Randy Stultz, who was in reality my district manager from PacSun. I find a restaurant and walk up these wooden stairs to the balcony so I can get some privacy while I'm on this phone call. But no one answers, I don't even get voicemail. I walk back down the stairs and find my dad in the middle of the plaza by a water fountain waiting for me. We walk into a shop selling jewelry and he asks someone where we are. I look at some business cards on the display case and it said some city name, NM.

Express

All I remember is being a manager of Express and setting up a window display and looking across the walkway to see the store across from me blow up.

10/18/2009

Red Dragon Tattoo

I'm at the tattoo parlor and I'm talking to someone about a piece and I see a mural on the wall and they said it was about that big. (I know, makes none sense.) Then I hear my sister calling me from another room. I run to a back room and yell at her to leave me alone, then I get on the phone and text maybe to update Twitter (which I don't use, but Andrea does) or Facebook that Red Dragon Tattoo is a madhouse.

Mexican Wedding Cookies

I'm walking around somewhere in a downtown-ish area in what seems to be another country abroad. I walk into this side door off the street and find that it's a bakery. I look into all the display cases one by one to find something to eat. (I'm really not a big fan of pastries and sweet stuff anyway.) I see against a wall a display of donuts, but I don't want them. Then I see a guy behind the counter making something. I tell him I want some Mexican wedding cookies. At the same time I say this another guy is telling the guy behind the counter the exact same thing! So the guy makes some for us and I taste one. It's like cinnamon sugar. (I've never had a Mexican wedding cookie in my life.) I take my bag of them and dip out of the bakery and into another place. I hide the cookies in a drawer and Andrea comes in. I tell her there's a surprise in the drawer for her. I'm really pleased that I got her these cookies because they're her favorite.

Crazy Cat

(I've been complaining a lot lately that my kitten Charlie doesn't like me.) I'm in a neighborhood that seems like my parent's neighborhood. I'm at someone's door talking to them and I look into their yard and it's not grass, it's all plants like Pansies and other assorted plants... but they haven't blossomed yet. I have no idea what this nondescript person and I were talking about, but then I go into the backyard to chase this cat I see. I pick him up and he's all lovey dovey, then he gets crazy mad at me and jumps out of my arms and runs away. (Andrea said to me that someone else Twittered that they had the same dream last night, too... peculiar.)

Jay on the Phone

(This was Andrea's dream last night... she thinks I may have been talking in my sleep about this and that's why she dreamed this. She thought for sure my phone was ringing all night!) She's in the bedroom and she hears me on the phone yelling at my friend Jay that he'd better do his homework because I'm not going to do it for him and it took me eleven hours to do it!!! (I told Jay and he said "lol tell her she may not have been dreaming! This weekend I had Thursday and Friday off school for fall break and have been doing mad amounts of Spanish homework, so my theory is that the 11 hours figure came from Andrea subconsciously counting how long I was doing homework for. Call me crazy, but I think it's possible.)

Wave 13. My lucky number. It really is, I love 13. I am 13

I tried a new technique I saw on the forums called RC-MILD. I didnt work, but I think its my fault. The point of the technique is to do a final RC JUST BEFORE you sleep. My timing was pretty off, I thought of other things before falling asleep. Then i dreamed of something, but all I remember is I went to bed and suddenly woke up in my real bed. At 5:30. I had the impression that I never slept. Then I tried to WILD with another tech I saw on the forum. Its a twist on FILD by some guy. The point is to trick your body to go in SP by tapping your fingers and then stopping so the body thinks you went to sleep, and turns off. That also didnt work, or at least I dont think so. I got up from my WILD attempt at 7:40. I dont think I stayed two hours in bed, so I may have slipped into sleep during. I was annoyed, because it was now two nights in a row that I hadnt recalled a single dream. But, while listening to Pierre Lapointe on my Ipod, it just hit me. This is the dream that probably happened while I drifted off my WILD.

I need to get a card to go on the bus for school. I buy one, and jump on the bus just as it leaves. The driver congratulates me with my close-callness and asks me for my card. I give it to him and turn around. The bus is filled with persons from school. I look for people that I know and I could sit with. I immediatly spot Benjamin and think about what I will tell him, something like "Hey its been a while"! But suddenly Antoine, who is sitting in the back, gets up and asks me something. I answer and realize how much friends I have that care about me.

The next scene I am in the classroom. The room has white walls and I sit in the left side, in the back. M.Corbeil, along with another random man, explains a special project that needs to be done due tomorrow. We have to do a right angle on a sheet of paper and also do some spiralling color lines.

Then it is dinner time and I am wandering around looking for the cafeteria. I am roaming without really knowing where to go. The mean, old woman who checks the hallways tells me im not at the right place. She creeps me out. I go up a white set of stairs that spins around, look around a little bit until finally I find the dinning room. It has a glass door and wall which I walk through. Inside, the walls are dark blue and the floor is covered by a black blueshish rug. There is also a counter for the food and sauces. There are also lots of white round tables with little stools to sit on. I see people I know sitting at a table and go to join them. I remember Vincent, Jun Yu and the rest is vague. But I dont recall actually eating with them, because in no time I am back in class.

Only this time, we have to do the project. I do my angle and cheat by not using an "équerre" to do it. Mr Corbeil walks around and comes to tell me I need an équerre. He pulls out one out of his pocket. Its green and completely ruined. He shows me how to do a right angle, but his tool is really broken. I say that its okay and pull out my own, which is also broken. Then we give back the projects, and I can see the spirals of others briefly.

Fragment: Something inside a video game store at night.

I prayed quietly to myself that one night you would come, my angel, my guiding light, my soul. And you came as a friend and as a beautiful murderer, bringing me a letter from a mind that I could never truly conceive. I told you, that you are not welcome in my house, that you can not come through the door and yet you miraculously found a way through the loggia window. And there we were, standing on the opposite sides of the door, looking in each other’s eyes, a few moments away from awakening, connected in this flawless, deep understanding.
And I loved you, and I was terrified from being with you, and I needed you, I always had...
I once read that a man can truly be himself, if he can choose between artificial and reall insanity...and here I am thinking if I’m really going mad or am I just still very,very young?
And here I am, feeling the butterflies in my stomach dancing around a perfect ambrosia!

Two dreams remembered today,

First one was a false awakening. As always i look at the clock and see that the time is 10:51 am**. Then i remember that i am supposed to try to remember my dreams; thus i lay down and focus. After 5 minutes, nothing. I can't bother to get out of bed yet, so i just lay still and listen to the birds outside. Then i fall asleep again.

Second one is typical to my dreams; absolutely crazy. Somehow i am in a British mansion type building. And all that is on my mind is that i must remember my dreams in order to solve some kind of mystery. My dad and brother is there, as well as some random people that i can't recognize. While rummaging around the mansion i come across another random person sitting at a table with a computer in front of him. On the table is a glass filled with clear liquid, ice, a slice of lime and a straw. On the floor a bottle of rubbing alcohol is half empty with the cap left unscrewed. I somehow know that someone has attempted to drink the rubbing alcohol* and get angry. I run around the house cursing until i find my brother, who admits to have drunk my alcohol. For no apparent reason, we walk to the door to outside, which is an old fashion revolving door. I wake up when i get outside.

*The reason for me being angry about the alcohol is that i (in real life) spent a lot of time trying to get hold of rubbing alcohol without colouring. This is not normally available in Norway, but i managed to get a hold of an old bottle only yesterday.

**When i woke up for real, the time was 10:15 am, hence i know it was a false awakening.

PART 1 - GUN AND SWIMMING WITH COP PARTNER

I'm a cop. We're in the middle of some operation. For some reason I don't have a gun, but I want one, and tell my partner this. I walk up to the higher up girl - long black hair - to ask for one without thinking, but she's in the middle of some important process with someone else. She has an imposing presence, I feel embarrassed for interrupting and back off.

I'm working with a female partner... I'm on her back as we swim somewhere.

Uh, something about a purple Godzilla-like creature... not sure where this fits.

ANALYSIS

Perhaps the gun represents empowerment, but I'm too afraid to take it. This would reflect my current social life.

Swimming on partner's back, depending on them... I was thinking about asking someone for support yesterday ("Ker"), perhaps that is a metaphor for that.

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PART 2 - LI MEDITATION

At the corner between home and work.

One of my IRL coworkers, Li, is stretching and meditating, cross legged.

ANALYSIS

My shift was right after hers yesterday, and I remember thinking she was very attractive. I assume the impression she left was the trigger.

The meditation and stretching would seem to reflect a certain "divine" presence.

Interesting that it was at "the corner," to which previously only negative experiences were associated (mugging & deception, etc.) There must be some broader meaning to this location.

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PART 3 - NIK

Someone that I vaguely know, Nik... she seems younger and thinner than IRL. Portrayed as a "free spirited" character...

ANALYSIS

The trigger for this must have been looking over some old (almost two years now) Livejournal messages yesterday involving this person.

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PART 4 - WORK

At work. Customer, older lady, late 40s/early 50s, says "Mutalisks are always good." Don't remember how the conversation turned to this...

She wants to hand in another resume, says there's already two more of hers "in the cabinet" (where resumes are kept.) I wonder why she wants to hand in another if we already have two.

ANALYSIS

Perhaps the "stupid question" and slight irritation is simply a reflection of the norm IRL.

I ended up waking up at about 3:30, when I wrote everything down. Having a voice recorder would have been MUCH more convenient for this type of "middle of the night" recording. Unfortunately I forgot my MP3 downstairs.

Tonight I will borrow my mother's electronic voice recorder and keep it by my bed - waking up in the middle of the night with dreams seems to be becoming more common.

Comment Dream Lucid Dream

I was ill yesterday so I had practically no recall at all. What I remembered wasn't worth mentioning, I thought. I should've known better though: always write at least something down. This night I woke up by myself after a dream I had. Recalled merely two words but I wrote them down anyway. And you know what? I woke up again after the next dream and recalled a fragment and a third dream:

I found myself back in highschool in french class. Not as a student, but assistent to help out my old teacher. The class was writing a letter and she was asking me all sorts of questions to see whether those 6 years of french had stuck in my head. Unfortunately they haven't.

I was at a beach with my little brother and my mum (for some reason, my dreams almost never include my parents). Soon there was something (unknown) about to happen there, so we had to prepare the beach. This meant we had to colour certain parts of the beach with markers in either that flashy neon green, red, or ice (yes, we had a marker that would bestow anything you touched with it with a layer of ice). At first, I barely succeeded, but then my mum came to the rescue and gave me a new icemarker. Apparently the old one had worn down.

Went back to sleep, woke up at 9:40 and recalled a fourth dream:

In this dream I went to buy a house with my mates from college to live in. We found a good 'possibility' and decided to have a look. When we got there, the owner was one of our old teachers and he gladly showed us around.
We descended two stairs and went through a long hallway before entering the house. It was huge, and I really mean huge. I kept thinking to myself: Is this really only 135 m2? Can't be. The house was also entirely below the ground. It had no windows at all and long, long white walls. After we had seen a couple of rooms we went into the first bedroom (again, huge and largely empty). We moved on and got to the lounge, the first room not empty or white. It was made of classy wooden walls and was lighted with candles or oil lamps or such. It was loaded with those babychairs in all sorts of colours. "Yeah", my teacher said apologetically. "I had an entire primary school spend the night recently."
We also had a room with a little hole in the wall. If you crawled through (and that took quite some effort) you'd fall down a hose and end up in an arabic basaar. Can't remember much, but it beat walking to the nearest supermarket.

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Missed dreamsigns:
- Colouring a beach
- Ice as a colour
- The place definitely wasn't 135 m2
- An arabic bazaar underneath our house?! O_o

I'm writing this dream very late, and I'm afraid I was dumbass enough to lose most details..but I'll write it down anyway. u_u

So I'm in my NY house, and my mom is all anxious because we have visitors, I find out the visitors are actually the SNT. So this is exciting and I think huzzay, but before I do anything I go to my brother's room and get ready. I distinctly remember putting on eyeliner thickly. I have this whole emo get up, wearing my pea coat and my hairstyle is done in this emo-bangs-esque way plus the black eyeliner. I get frustrated while doing my hair. When I look down, I realize I have a coat on and I think it's a bit excessive slender-man look, so I take it off. It's the summer, after all. I stalk downstairs after this, grabbing my actual DJ for autographs. In the living room I see PK, and he's alone. He doesn't notice me there and I jump from the staircase to right in front of him and yell his full name. He gets shocked and jumps at my blatant freakiness, then sighs a breath of relief. I give him my DJ and try to act normal by asking him to sign it. I ramble a bit in English, and I think, he probably has no idea what I'm saying. Then he says something with a thick accent and it's incomprehensible, but I don't bother asking him to repeat himself. He comes across as a cold creature. He's like, "Why do you want me to sign this book, don't you want my signature on something else?" And the man is right, though it's kind of insulting that he rejected my DJ. In any case I grab my yearbook, and he seems fascinated by it. After looking through my friend's signatures, he signs it. I leave quickly since I do not like him. My mom approaches me and starts bitching about the men outside, who are practicing I think. She's like, "These guys are trying to seduce all the girls with flowers." I find this funny, and think, well too bad there aren't a lot of fangirls around here.

I leave my house and go to this store that has computers and chairs. It looks like a small airport terminal. Some of the guys start coming there, but before they do I'm informed that the place is about to be captured by someone evil and we will all be stuck there. As the guys come in, including Martinez, I yell at them to stay the fuck out or forever hold their peace. But my yelling is pointless, as they cluelessly walk in and the door shuts behind them. I'm sitting by a counter, in a stool right next to the computers. Martinez has sat in the second row of computers (only about 4-5) and I see that the chair next to him is empty. His friend skipped a seat, and I think - well it's me lucky day. So I get up and walk to him and sit down. We introduce ourselves and he knows decent English. I can understand his every word. We discuss the evil person who has kidnapped us here and shit like that. His face is really close and I can see every detail; he's wearing blue. He comes across as a really nice guy and I have that same feeling again, the one from my previous epic dream about him. The funny thing is, as I'm talking to him, I say to myself, "I know this is actually a dream. SAD." But as always, I brush this realization off and continue talking. The dream unfortunately fades as background noise wakes me up. When I woke up, I could remember every single sentence of our conversation. I can never remember dialogue in dreams. Shame I didn't write it down, but a part of me doesn't want to encourage this dream love habit!

PS: sorry for atrocious run-ons.

Sorry for my absence. Things have been hectic for me of late. I've been helping Phillip prepare to move into his new house while also moving myself.

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Here's Aug. 7. It's called The Great Turkey Liberation Operation.

I had some more nightmares. This time focused on Mom and Lloyd. But there was one incredibly vivid dream. The one right before waking.

We were driving to Dad's. Mom had a boyfriend and he was horrible. Possibly abusive. His car had two sunroofs but they were covered up. Lloyd and I exposed them and opened them. He was extremely angry.

We stopped in Vtown for gas. Mom was in the front and Lloyd and I were in the back. I have no idea why but there was a wild turkey that belonged to Mom's boyfriend. His pet, maybe. Or perhaps dinner.

Mom motioned for me to get in the front. "Really?" I whispered. She nodded. Quickly I did so. I was wearing shoes I couldn't comfortably drive in so I took them off as quickly as possible. I locked the doors and took off. It was a chase scene for a while when he got in his other car (which he somehow had at the gas station). It was a white SUV with black trim. Eventually we lost him. It was quite exciting if stressful and frightening.

Mom left the dream at some point. We arrived at my Grandparents' old farm and it was just me, Lloyd, and the turkey. By this time we had a plan to set the turkey free in the woods. There were new people living on the farm and farm workers scattered about.

I held the turkey as we ran to the barn. We knew Mom's boyfriend would get here eventually. The bird was calm and easy to hold. We went through the barn, which was multiple levels and a little hard to navigate, and ran into some workers just before sliding through a tiny door toward the back. "If a man comes looking for us," I said to them, "don't tell him where we went.

At this point I remember vividly making sure the turkey felt safe and comfortable. It was hiding its head under my chin and her feathers were soft and downy. I was concerned for her because she didn't know what was happening and would likely feel abandoned. In the end, though, she'd be happier free in the forest with a flock and a family.

We hopped down a level and through the final exit to the middle meadow, as Grandpa used to call it, running the whole way. We went to the woods on the north side of the field--and here's where things get *really* vivid.

There were so many wild flowers on the hillside by the forest where the bushhog couldn't go. There was a patch of lavender colored wild irises--or perhaps giant violets. I thought, "We should bring Mom a bouquet on the way back." There were white and yellow flowers on vines low to the ground and they smelled sweet and light. I looked for one of my favorite species with a similar but more powerful scent, but I found none.

We stopped at the top of a small but very steep hill at the edge of the forest. There was barbed wire to contend with and this spot had the most room beneath the lowest line. Lloyd lifted up the wire and slid down the hill on his back. I was worried about the turkey and we tried to find a way to pass it over the fence, but it was too impractical and we were short on time. Carefully I flattened myself against the ground and protected the turkey best I could from the wire and the sudden stop at the bottom. We slid down and it was fine.

There was one more barbed wire fence to get through if we wanted to leave the turkey near the creek where it could drink. I don't remember passing through this fence but I know it was easier and there was no hill. We left the turkey safe and sound and headed back toward the meadow.

Going back up the hill and under the fence was harder. There was a coil of barbed wire at the top and I pricked myself several times but was mostly unscathed. Lloyd followed. We tore off back to the barn in the hopes of crossing the valley to Dad's house before Mom's boyfriend found us, but it was too late. With the barn in sight we watched his white SUV pull up by the gate.

We got in the car. He was livid, of course. He talked of going through the woods and killing every turkey he met 'till he found his. But we drove off to--somewhere. Somewhere back in Vtown, I think.

In front of Mom he apologized to us and said he loved us. I was furious and said, "Fuck you. I'm out." I gathered up my things that would fit in a backpack and Lloyd did the same. We decided it was Mom's decision if she wanted to stay with him but we didn't have to. We'd be hiking the whole way to Dad's farm so we packed ponchos in case it rained.

Lloyd and I set out through the town, the meadows, and the forest, toward freedom and safety, never to return.

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Aug. 8, 2010
I had sex with Phillip. Don't remember much of it. I was disappointed when I woke up not because it was a good dream that was over but because in the dream I went though all of the emotional preparation and effort I'm usually cause myself when I have sex, and I knew I intended to have sex with Phillip irl that day. I didn't want to have to go through it again.

Earlier dream: Phillip was trying to make an ice cream Sunday at DQ. He wasn't doing a very good job of it.

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Aug 10, 2010

Remember very little. I moved into Robby's house yesterday (irl) and things have been hectic. Missed yesterday's entry entirely.

I remember one brief weird scene. There were chickengs. I wanted to go make friends with them. But they were scared and kept running away. I kneeled down and opened my palm to a less frightened one. He slowly approached me and was Phillip hunched over and squatting down. In the dream I still considered it a chicken. and didn't know anything was weird. He poked my hand a few times, hugged me, and we both fell over and play-wrestled a little on the ground.

I talked to one of the older chickens (an old man with glasses) about making friends with his flock. He said humans just want to teach them things. They bring books and make the chickens read. I said I didn't want to do that and I wasn't even sure chickens were capable of learning to read. One chicken said she knows she's not capable because she needs new glasses.

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Hi, my name is Calli and I am a 16 year old student from New Zealand. This is my first entry to my dream journal

Last night I had three dreams, but I could only remember parts of two of them, hopefully my recall ability will improve with time.

Dream 1:

I was in some kind of mountain environment. It was an area with a road of yellowish dirt, winding up a hill and tall vivid green grass on the sides of the road. It felt like it was at high altitude. There was thick fog in a wall around me, I could see about 300m in either direction very clearly, but after that, nothing.

Our old family car was right in front of me. This car is a maroon Mitsubishi Magna station wagon, which we had for many years, but scrapped a few years ago. This was just before I learned to drive, so I never got to drive the ‘old faithful’, even though I heard from my parents how powerful and great to drive it was. We scrapped it because it used too much fuel.

I got in the car and started driving up the mountain, I was pleased to get to drive the old family car but I didn’t question where I was or what the car was doing there.

The car was powerful and drove well, I was driving fairly fast up the hill road, but I didn’t appreciate the handling because my head was pressed up against the roof which was quite uncomfortable. I also couldn’t rev it too high because I was paranoid about using too much petrol. The pain from my head pressing the roof became too much so I pulled over to the side of the road.

I turned around to look at the back seats and boot and saw an aftermarket amplifier and some big speakers, covered in cobwebs. I got a surprise at this, I never knew these were there, but when I turned on the stereo the bass heavy sound seemed familiar. I then pulled back onto the road and kept driving.


Dream 2:

I was at a local high school (not my own). I was walking along a path along the side of a block of buildings. I see a female friend standing talking with a group of friends. I walk past them but smile and make eye contact with her. She runs back and yells at me to wait for her. Then she starts talking to me. I cant remember what she said, but it was fairly quick because she had to go.

I keep walking, to find a toilet. I go up some stairs to a deck on the side of one of the buildings. I see a door with ‘international student office’ on the label, but no toilet. I walk back down the stairs, and see another friend Matt (a student of my school). He was dropping off an asian student. I meet him and we start walking back along the row of classrooms in the direction I came.

He is wearing my schools uniform, but for some reason I thought it was the new uniform of the school we were at, and I was amazed at the similarity. The logo on the shirt was exactly the same, but I couldn’t read the schools name as it kept changing and the letters were blurry. We are still walking all this time and then we head up onto a playing field.

The unreadable writing should have alerted me that I was in a dream, but I didn't realise. Hopefully in the future I will realise I am dreaming and become lucid.

10.08.2010

Talking about cards with an incoming Tsunami (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Getting back into shape. Below my standards but at least a little decent recall. Two fragments and almost one long dream.

Third:

I was in a hotel with some DCs. Either a big earthquake or a Tsunami was about to happen.
We knew we were going to die, but for some reason I cannot recall, we somehow deserved that. We left the hotel and it was very sunny. It was a very nice day indeed. I suggested to a DC to get drunk before the catastrophe happened. He replied, "So we do not suffer before dying, right?" I told him it was a great idea. We were seating on the top of a roof and I had a bottle of wine.

The scenery changed and I was in a hotel with my wife. I felt a small earthquake and I adviced my wife we had to evacuate. When we were about to leave, I looked over the window and I saw a big wave:







I though the wave was going to be bigger, so I said to my wife that we did not need to evacuate that fast. We went to the restaurant of the hotel instead and we saw a few DCs.

We sat in a big table with a few friends. I had an oversized ball lightning MTG card







I told him I wanted to use it, but the set symbol was not from the original set, The Dark. I told him I was very picky for that. He told me it did not matter. I found out that the card was like made of plastic. My wife told me I could use it on my deck. I told her it was an oversized card. I pulled an island from my binder and compared them. A DC (who is a friend in waking) told me I could give it to him. I informed him I liked the art and I was not going to give it away. However, I told him, "If you have the paper to print MTG cards then I will. We could print tons of ball lightnings and sell them for their original price of $20 a piece." He accepted.

I moved to the corner of the table and two female DC sat in front of me. They had a notebook and I was about to share the thing about the card with them, but I woke up.

Missed Dream Signs:
- Predicting an Earthquake.
- The oversized card.
- Pulling an island from my binder (and island is not a card to be in a binder but in a regular box to use on multiple decks)
- The ridiculous advice from my wife to use it on my deck (when the card was 10 times bigger than a regular card)
- Trying to make a scam.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Head for a ToTY.