non-lucid

Bizarre set of dreams last night. I'll leap right into it.

The dream I remember most vividly is about this thing called "the 4chan van". I dreamed that there was this trailer/van set up and if you went into it you were pretty much locked in for the duration of "an event". The "events" you experienced inside of the van were inspired by 4chan memes and such. So I walk into the van with my friend Phil and we go into the main "room". Everything is tinted red and there are a ton of people in there. Music is loud and I realize there's a band on stage. They remind me of the band from "The Ringer". My friend Phil is into the music (he's into all music, pretty much) and we're watching quietly when suddenly people behind us start throwing stuff at Phil and I and making fun of us. I remember feeling embarrassed and angry at the same time. The other guys in the "van" start making fun of Phil, myself, and the music.

The next dream fragment I remember is being out in the middle of nowhere. There is a big flat of plains and trees everywhere. For some reason I go out and start climbing trees until I'm in this sort of ravine. Once into this ravine I see a path of trees, that fell down, that lead for quite awhile. I remember thinking I might fall if I try to cross but then I remember that bigger trees were leaning in just the right angles for me to walk on the downed trees and hold the big ones for support. So I start crossing the trees and then I reach the end of it and I'm on a flat area, that is elevated, that is simply grassy. Suddenly something pops outta nowhere and says something freaky to me. But I can't remember what it is..


Two fragments. At least I'm remembering a little bit now. Side note: Practice Mantra to SP: "I am dreaming."

First Double Dream that i remember last night, wich I guess is a small consolation for the epic lucids I missed this morning. I had TWO dreams with the same theme: Lucid dreaming. Could it BE more blatant? Here they come:

Number 1: Me and my father go to some sort of party and have a picnic on the grass. My dad says we should change spots and sit somewhere else. We sit with Adam, Edward, Thierry and Oliver. Edward is nice with me and trades his carrots for my cucumbers. But then it turns into a fight as me and Adam start beating each others. He throws me way up in the sky and I do a backflip before landing on my feet. Then I grab his neck and give him a facewash before trying to squeeze his skull. Noone wins, and im mad. I walk away thinking (watch this): If I was dreaming, I would have kicked your ass! How could i miss that? Dont ask me.

Now the next one is WAY worse. The whole storyline is centered on it.

Number 2: It starts with me watching some kind of kids show with my dad. It is about an entire family that teaches to kids lucid dreaming (geez) while keeping it educational and fun. They are wearing pink, but when they start dreaming the background turns to white. While going up some kind of tower, the brother in the family breathes fire then starts educating kids about it. I think I made my dad watch it to realize that Inception was real. My mom kicks me out of the house, and I have nowhere else to go but to my uncles LD camp (sigh). I go back inside to pack my stuff and find a flute in the back of my garage. I bring it with me, and play the Song of Healing on it (LoZ OoT). On the front of the house, I see a hot women with my mom. I ask my mother: "Whos this?"
She says she will take care of my brother and sis while she takes me to the camp. We make a stop to what appears to be the place you go to renew your license. While not my mom but my dad sits on a chair to wait, I go to the counter. There is a person in front of me. I go and pull out my health insurance card (im canadian )


She charges it and ask me why im doing it. My reply: In case I ever break a dream leg (GODDAMN IT) Then she gives me a tiny watermelon piece that I start to eat before stopping, thinking I will need it later to fall asleep. I tell my dad: Alright im done with my errand, lets go!
Thats the end of it.

A dream about dreaming. Now thats a first. What is really amazing is that through the entire dream I was anxious about wether or not I could have an LD. Now thats a fail.

I had quite a few dreams last night, but this is the only one that I remember.

1- Alex the Cursed
At school, I am in a gang led by a boy named Alex. (Who, by the way, seems to be the same Alex from my orphanage dream a while back.) This isn't a normal kind of gang. Alex's father is a leading figure in the Mafia; our gang is designed to undermine his malicious schemes.

In a tragic turn of fate, however, Alex is discovered. Furious, his father beats him unconscious before my eyes (I am chained to the wall). Then, to my horror, he pulls down the boy's pants and chops off his penis.

"You sick bastard!" I screech, straining uselessly against my chains. "He's your son! How can you be so cruel!?"

I am released without any (physical) harm, and I carry Alex back to his room. (Although, "carry" isn't the right word. I more or less had to drag him due the fact that he was considerably larger than me.) I feel sorry for him when he wakes up...

*time lapse*

The gang and I seem to be under some sort of sleeping spell. I drowsily wonder why I haven't gotten out of bed the past week.

Suddenly the nurse brings in some "medicine." She says that Alex sent it. Throughout the dream, we had been taking some particular type of drug to enhance our fighting abilities. I believe that this is the same thing, despite the fact that it is clearly labeled "Furniture Cleaner." One sip of it and I am abruptly wide awake.

I rush to the nearest sink as fast as my legs can carry me (which happens to be the one in Alex's bedroom) and begin spitting the stuff out. It has started foaming, and takes quite a while to get it all out. Blech! "I... I think I prefer the other medicine," I say to Alex weakly. "Although this one DID get me out of bed."

He is angry that we haven't been to see him since his... incident. I apologize profusely, making a mental note to slaughter whoever put me under that damn spell...

*time lapse*

It is time for the school election, and since two girls from the Yakuza are running, it is important for our gang to send two candidates. Alex and I are the popular choice. I know that I will end up doing most of the work (since he's going to be disabled for a while), but I put on a brave face and accept the offer. (I really, really hate positions where I must speak in front of people.)

For some reason, part of the pre-election activities consists of hiding seven slips of paper in the kitchen. The opposing team who finds all of the other team's papers wins the challenge.

But the Yakuza girls are cheaters. I catch them spying on me as I hide the slips of paper, so Alex and I start devising a scheme of our own to sabotage them.

PART 1 - FREE BEER AND UNDERCOVER COPS

I'm walking down the street across from where I work, it's night. Some girl, mid 20s, black hair, wearing a professional navy colored suit, is handing out cans of beer - like how some people hand out promotional flyers to everyone who passes by, except it's cans of beer half as tall as a normal can. I take it even though I don't drink. The top is already open when she hands it to me.

I continue down the road and these two older guys start following me, late 30s, one has very light blond hair, almost white, especially his eyebrows, mostly bald... reminds me of Hank from the show Breaking Bad. Don't remember anything about the other guy.

They keep within my personal space, and somehow I figure they must be undercover cops. I look at the Hank guy and call it out, "so, you must be..." He pretends not to know what I'm getting at. I say "nevermind" and cross the street toward work, they follow me.

When we get to the other side, they reveal their identity and ask about the beer, if I've been drinking or plan to. I say that I hadn't drank any and have no intentions of doing so, which is true. They hear the sincerity and conviction in my voice, believe me, and leave me be.

ANALYSIS

The thing that stands out most to me is my conviction when I told them I wasn't going to drink, and the fact that they believed me.

Perhaps a message about the importance of sincerity.

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PART 2 - BAR ZOMBIES

I go to a bar with my dad. There are couches... all of the patrons are sitting silently, staring off awkwardly. Men and women in their 40s, at least some of them are dad's family. I realize that they're just there because they don't want to be alone.

There was a much more complex storyline involving dad as well, but can't remember...

ANALYSIS

I think the important part of this one was the realization that they just didn't want to be alone.

It makes me think of how people will lower their standards in relationships (romantic or otherwise) just to avoid loneliness.

I was feeling oddly lonely yesterday and spoke to someone who I'd previously dismissed as too irritatingly trivial to interact with, just to talk to someone, anyone. I did so more on my own terms than before, however, not changing the way I acted to match theirs. Instead, they changed to match mine. It actually did make me feel better.

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PART 3 - FAIL AT FEMALE DANCE CLASS

I'm in a dance class meant for females. I can't do the movement properly for some reason, I keep swaying back and forth with my arms, but it's not correct. When the session ends, I do a backward roll over my left shoulder.

Teacher is in mid to late 40s, neck length brown hair, taught face with some wrinkles.

ANALYSIS

I generally consider myself fairly feminine in certain ways.

I'm not sure what would trigger that sense of not being able to "get it right," however.

Except perhaps losing repetitively as Zerg in Starcraft, but that seems a bit of a stretch. Oh well, I always try to come up with at least one possibility for each part.

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PART 4 - INFUSING MOVEMENT WITH FEELING IN PAINTING

I think this is the same class as the one above.

A male teacher - 40s, quite fat, longer hair (ponytail?) - challenged by a student that they "can't paint," demonstrates in front of the class by making 2 simple marks of a dark blue. They're very slow and deliberate, he twists the brush to make two marks each conveying movement into the other, like a yin yang. I can see he's infusing much feeling into the movements.

I'm able to recognize it because this is something I do naturally. I allow the feeling to take over my hands. I remember clearly the feeling of my arms moving involuntarily with the brush in the air.

ANALYSIS

The feeling or lack there of conveyed in movement is something I notice in people at all times.

Perhaps this theme of feeling in movement was the result of being quite focused on the sensation of swaying my arms in the previous part.

In fact, thinking about it now, I was really quite aware of it in the moment. I think this may be the first sign of greater dream awareness. It makes sense that it would begin kinesthetically for me. Focusing on body awareness first in dreams may be my personal key to achieving lucidity.

I feel that this is a very important discovery. Progress!

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FRAGMENT

Walking down a street, cars and shops, downtown in some city, night. Someone is impersonating Immortal Technique, one of their lines ends with "poke them in the eye," I think this is weak and not something they would say.

ANALYSIS

Possibly triggered by a post I made on here mentioning IT.

When I first woke up, I thought I would have no dreams to report today. It seems to take some time for me to recall.

For me it's not a matter of "getting it all onto paper quickly before I forget," it's more "keep waiting around until some random thought triggers a memory, which triggers another one..." and so on.

I'm taking my sister home from somewhere, have no idea where. It's night and we are on the highway, the only car. I stop at my apartment for some reason, and Stephanie (my sister) wets her hair down - why, I have no idea. I am irritated she's taking so long and tell her to hurry up. I think I get snacks or something from the fridge.

We stop at a church next...and there is an old couple sitting in the pews. Just them, no one else. My sister and I get bored and leave. I don't remember much about this part of the dream.

Still traveling at night, still the only car. But for some reason, I miss my exit and run out of road - literally. The pavement ends and there's a drop off (not huge, but a couple of feet) to this dirt road that's horizontal to my vertical freeway.

We abandon the car and arrive in this town. Everything is run down, and what isn't run down is really old, vintage style places. The library is a shack, the store is a booth in the road, etc.. I want to use a phone to call my dad and tell him Stephanie is going to be late. I end up using one in one of the shack places. Dad on the other end isn't happy with me, and I hang up with the sense that I disappointed him.

There is a nice house in town, a mansion. Somehow, getting Stephanie home isn't priority anymore, exploring this house is. I go in, and look around. Everything is luxury from the rugs to the furniture. I go upstairs and the maid tells me I can go swimming on the roof. I take off all my clothes and sit outside the window, in where the gutter should be, but it's the pool. I'm not worried about being naked as there's a huge privacy fence around the house, and a well manicured lawn. I remember it being really really green.

The pool is the size of a gutter though, and I scoot down until it gets wider and wider. Now the water is covering the entire roof, inside the attic. It's really clear, no dirt at all. I swim and explore the waterlogged rooms, and my sister pops up, asks me what I'm doing. I tell her to come in. The maid starts making us drinks. I sit on this bench that suddenly appears and look into a mirror. I have these weird patches of hair on my chest and get embarrassed. I think I have to go home and shave them off.

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At least no one was blond this time. *sigh*

Comment Dream Lucid Dream

So, this will be my first DJ entry since a long, long time. A couple of days ago I signed up for the DVAcadamy MILD-1 class, ready to get back at LD. Due to me being...geographically illocated, I had to get out of bed at 3 am. That means this night is split up into two parts, one from before class and one afterwards.

Apparently I'm going to some sort of gamescamp this summer, where I'll be practicing a lot of games. Not videogames, mind you, regular ones that later on just turn out not to be so regular at all. I played a lot, but remember around 2 of them. For the first game, I went back to the neighbourhood I grew up in. I was then inflated like a balloon and sent 'out there'. Goal of the game was to find a way to lose all the air and get back to the ground without popping. The catch was that they send two people after me with friggin crowbars () to do exactly that. After a lot of asking people for solutions, getting chased and generally getting used to this new way moving around in the first place, I found myself in the house of a woman around her 50s. She had gray, short trimmed hair and said to be able to deflate me. I crossed the ceiling to the other end of the room (where she was), heard her say some fancy magical words, and I happily deflated to my normal self. I remember being genuinely scared for the two Gordon Freemans they sent after me, but the overall dream didn't really feel like a nightmare or such.

The second game involved me and three other people. Together we formed two teams and sat at a table. Each team got a crossword puzzle that we had to solve before the other team did and each round you could answer one of the questions. After each turn we had to grab an egg from a huge bowl and eat it. In it would be a gamecard ("You get to answer one more word in this turn.", "Eat another egg.", etc.) There were also certain words which had a little, gray flag-icon next to it. These were words without a question and for which we could buy letters somehow. When you had the word finished (in our case it was "POTIONS") you had to guess what the question could have been ("This product is made by the cosmeticsindustry" - which I guessed correctly). I can't exactly remember how the game ended, we probably got bored of it.

Ok, so then I woke up, wrote down that dream and logged in for class. Took about 80mins and then I got back to sleep. I really tried for "I'm going to lucid dream!" to be my last thought awake, dragging my conscience back like a caveman every time it started to wander and stray off. I noticed I couldn't fall asleep anymore, so I tried to lessen the amount of cavemannery and probably fell asleep. It takes practice, I guess.

In this short dreamfragment I remember making sugared olive candy with someone (can't remember who). They looked and tasted like that sugary bean stuff, but hell yeah they were made from olives.

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I'm Vivi from Final Fantasy IX, or at least someone who has the same looks. I find myself at a train station and apparently I have to catch an airtrain (combination between plane and train). Even more disturbing: Steiner is racing me. I buy a ticket, pass the gates and enter the wrong train >_>. Eager to get out, personel tells me I'll have to wait a minute or two for some weird ass reason. When I finally get out I run towards the airtrain I dó have to catch, it's already taking of. Fortunately I get still get in.

During flight Steiner is constantly trying to bash me (childish ), but by bashing the x-button I stay ahead of him and arrive on our destination on time. Wherever that is.

Obviously I had that least dream because my little brother recently finished his first playthrough of ff9.

I dreamt last night i was in a team of men playing football at a proper sized football pitch. The stadium was packed with people. In my dream i knew i was usually rubbish at this game but i played exceptional. I got the ball and scored the first goal. The crowd infront of me jumped from their seats to cheer. It was the most amazing feeling i have had.

A guy that i work with was in the oposing team and even though he is good at football normally, he missed a goal. I felt happy at this..

04.08.2010

Zombie frogs and a loving teacher (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Too many thing have been going on around my head. I was offered a Golden Opportunity for my career and I accept it. Yesterday and today it started to happen, so I was not as focused as I wanted to be on my dream-life. Last night was below my standards, but still wasn't a bad night. Three dreams (one long) I was lazy to write down a fourth dream and I forgot as soon as I opened my eyes a fifth dream. Oh well.

Third:

I was driving my car in the highway. My car was a copy from my real waking car. There was little to no traffic in the highway. I suddenly saw a green thing in the middle of the road.







As I approached to it, I realized it was a frog. However, it was huge, as big as my car. It was moving very slow and making odd noises. I realized it was a zombie frog. I stopped by car and stopped by it. Its face was like an iguana and a frog at the same time. The flesh of the frog was falling out of its face. Its mouth was as big as me and I though it might eat me, so I kept my distance from it. The frog puked a nasty green liquid. I pulled out my Droid phone and I tried to capture the thing in a video, but my phone was not working properly.

I got to a street were I saw more of these zombie frogs. I tried again to record them in a video. My phone was super slow and every time I tried to reach to the camera, I would press something else. The frogs were attacking dream characters. I saw some healthy dream characters turning into zombies as they were spewed these liquid. There was a guy asking for help, I got close to try to help him and film the frog. He started to leak this liquid from his nose until he puked as well. I ran away, I was worried I would get infected. I suddenly saw my arm leaking this green liquid too.

I ran to my place cleaning the nasty thing off me. I was able to. My mom told me she needed to pick up my dad. She told me that my dad was stuck in a road full of ice and he could not drive his bike through it.

I needed to pick up my wife at work. For some reason, I had to walk a few blocks to get to my car. I left my place and started to walk. It was day and sunny. I did not find many dream characters during my stroll. I reached my High School and entered it. I was worried all my old teachers would spot me. I did not have time to have a chat with no one. I was going to walk through the gym and then exit through the backdoor of the school. I realized I wore no shirt. I had the same tattoo I have in waking on my chest. I realized I could not walk around like that so I hided. I saw the backdoor so I started to walk. I could hear to teachers talking about me. I walked faster as I heard the teachers saying, "Look at him. Again without a boss. Only his self-employment stuff." I felt happy because I knew that I was succeeding a lot in my self-employment.

As I was about to leave, a young female teacher with a sexy dress talked to me. She had black long hair and she wore a lot of make up. She told me, "So, have you tried the jelly-fish puree they have for lunch today?" I said I did and trying to walk away. She smiled at me and said, "Do you want to eat some with me today?" I told her I was in a hurry, but she insisted. She asked me if I knew the restaurant. I told her I did and we could eat together other day. She asked me if I needed help with my homework. I realized she did not know I was not in school anymore, but I decided to play her game so I could leave. She offered her help and asked me about my backpack. I told her I left it in class for the break. She asked me to pull my schedule so she could write down our date. I told her I had the schedule memorized. She told me she needed to show me something and asked me to follow her. So I did.

We reach to a stop light and there was one of this trucks that has like a small box were an employee rides it. It goes up and its used to fix stoplights. The closest I find is this:







However, there is only place for one. Both the teacher and I rode the thing and it went up. The teacher looked into my eyes and started to kiss me. As soon as she started to kiss me, the dream went third person. I could see out lips meeting and at the same time, pictures of the both of us kissing. Under the picture, there were message like, "I am your teacher" "I will always be there for you..." "I will make sure you have success in the future." I saw a total of five or six images.

Suddenly, I was in front of a computer and I found a website that was about funny and embarrassing moments next to a stoplight. I saw a picture of some nude folks in the middle of the country. I saw a few more embarrassing pics next to a stop light and I realized if our kissing would be posted there. I realized it was not possible as the stop light had no camera.

Missed Dream Signs:
- The zombie frogs.
- My parents.
- My high school.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Start to pwn all the zombie frogs and enjoy a fun dream battle.
- If already with the teacher, ask her if she had something important for me.

Notes to Help Better Understand the Dream and/or Me:
- I am 14-year-old guy going to be a Freshman
- I am a newly saved Christian
- I don't think I've ever had a lucid dream, but one was extremely questionable
- I don't have fears of cars or seat belts or speeding up or anything


Onto the Dream:

This dream started out with me in the passenger seat of my car, which is a white Mustang, not a convertible, the windows down, and my friend from church driving the car. We were making conversation, but I don't remember the words. We were going pretty fast, with cars all along the two-lane highway. Two other sports cars in front of us, one of them very distinctly being a Challenger, started going pretty fast and merged into the right lane. Matt (the friend driving) sped up, but instead of merging to the right, went off road into the dirt and grass. There was no opposite side of the highway for some reason. He started going faster, and other cars were already off road when we "dismounted" the highway, and we pulled up next to this mini-van, and another guy from our church was driving. His name was Kyle, and he is 20 or something, and he was on the left lane of the highway. He waved to us and we sped up some more. We were now speeding on the highway again, but in the left lane, with no cars around. He started going really fast now, and I yelled, "Wow! Let me get my seat belt on!" He didn't slow down, but I got it on. We were coming up to an intersection with a light post on only one of the corners. My seat belt was loose, so I thought to myself, "The seat belt my get caught on the light post and throw me out and choke me!" I pulled in the excess belt from the window and we started turning right, in front of the light post, and the car just went crazy and I knew we were in a crash and that my fear of me being choked was what happened to Matt with his seat belt. The car was just fine when I got out, but it was raised up on it's rear wheels somehow, pretty high, and also it was a convertible with it's top down. I got out and ran around to the side of the car where the light pole was, and it was true. He got caught by the seat belt. Except it wasn't Matt who got caught, it was another friend of mine, who doesn't go to my church but my school. He was hung up by the neck on the pole and I wasn't freaking out, just rushing to get him down. My friend Matt was there with us somehow. I got him down, and laid him down by the car. Now this girl from church pulled up in her car, who is maybe 20, and I said, "Call the cops or something." And then turned my focus back to Colten (the friend form school). I walked towards him, and he was laying their holding his throat, trying to say, "Brooks... Brooks... I can't... breathe..." and looked so helpless. I told him the people who could help him were coming. I knelt beside him and then I woke up.

I think this was a mini-dream I had after I woke up but didn't get up:

I was back with Colten, but I was positioning myself underneath him, like a cross, my belly holding up his back, and holding his head back so he could breath. Then it jumped around and I saw myself giving him CPR with a cloth between out mouths. Then back to me supporting his back and giving him CPR at the same time. In my dream I was thinking somehow holding his back up would help him.


Well, that's my first post in my Dream Log!

1. I'm playing D&D with my girlfriend, and we are in a fight with a zombie dragon. There are lots of laughs during the fight as we exchange stock quotes and in-jokes.

2. I'm in a Space Station 13 style futuristic lab, where there's been an outbreak of several weird diseases. I have one where rats constantly burst from under my skin. Looking for a cure, I stumble into a field of zombies. A zombified CZ (junior when I graduated high school) attacks me, and I punch her in the face. I then proceed to wrestle her to the floor and do a chokehold, snapping her neck. I remember the experience as strangely erotic...

3. I'm winning huge on a Japanese slot machine in an arcade.

4. I'm watching a dirty soccer match between some African country and the Tamil Tigers terrorist organization.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

A few dreams I typed up but didn't get round to posting from the last few days.

Dig

I was at some kind of event outside. I must have been a pretty young kid of less than 11 because I was with a primary school friend, A. There were large white tents and infront of us there were arcade cabinets.

The arcade cabinets were running some kind of retro looking digging game that looked sort of like Dig Dug. The object of the game was to collect items and combine them. I was aiming to dig up some items and make some kind of coffee.

I also got the sense that there would soon be a tournament at the event of some kind.

The School That Wasn't

I was standing in front of the entrance to a school. Some girl walked up to me. I recognised her as someone I went to school with. She had a kind of mousey-brown, almost grey hair. She was quite pretty. She was either quite tanned or had a skin colour other than white but not very dark, her face is just a blur and a series of conflicting images.

I've never seen this girl or school in reality before, but they were familiar in the dream.

I had the sense that this was my old primary school and that I was there to find something out or something. The girl seemed to be there for similar reasons. I got the sense something had happened in th e past but do not have a recollection of what.

We walked inside some kind of office. The girl started talking to someone, but my view was obcured by someone else. I was confused and unsure what I was doing. The person she was talking to was a man, I got the sense he was a teacher at the school. He led myself and the girl out of the room and began to show us around the school.

It was a strange place, familiar yet not.

Much of what I recall is actually a mash up of various schools and colleges I've attended. There was a car-park that was part of my primary school, the front gate area was from college, and the main buildings entrance was from my secondary school. There were also hints of the university I attended here and there.

I wanted to go somewhere or talk to someone, but we never did. Eventually I was back outside at the gates with the girl.

I was in shopping center with my mum and sister, while we were walking around a group of bikies drove around the store, it seemed like everyone did'nt care an awful lot about it, one bike that drove past had a woman sitting on the back of it and the male driver had a baby on his lap, the bike also had a baby seat sticking out of the back of it (Wen I think about it I saw the two people and the baby on the bike, but only after i saw the baby I saw the baby seat). One biker drove into the woolworths supermarket, which was where we were headed.
When we went in I followed my mum and my sister went off to buy something else. My mum went to the special celiacs area to buy gluten free food products etc (she is celiac irl aswell) I remember her picking up four different gluten free flour's or grain type products, but there was also this triangular shaped turkish bread aswell and in the dream it seemed to catch my attention and I was looking at it for a long time. We next went into the stationary area and my mum said i should buy a new ruler because ill need it for when I'm at school (finished school 3 years ago). After that I felt this really strange thing hit my stomach and I woke up.

This dream was really vivid and I can even remember the prices of the products that my mum bought. The turkish bread was $9.50 for two little bits, man my dreams are a rip off.

Another I had on the weekend was when I was out in the bush with my dad we were driving to this area for a rally when we got there which was at 5am I stayed in the car and had a sleep for a few hours, I awoke to my dad driving the car up a very steep bumpy road and i thought we were just moving to another place, and then I fell asleep again. I woke up to find myself in the original place that we stopped, and that the drive up the road must of been a dream.
This one was wierd because I truly believed when I woke up in the dream I wasn't dreaming, and when I woke up the last time I expected to be in this new location.

August 4, 2010
Short entry today, running on 5 hours of sleep.

The set-up
I wasn't myself, but I was watching this first person. My mother had been killed. I'd heard that there was a plot to kick the ass of the suspected guy who did it, as he was still roaming free. I had my doubts it was him though. I remembered reading something, somewhere, that had cast this suspicion on my mind.

I'm standing at a fence and talking with my IWL mother (though she wasn't my mum in the dream, obviously). It's night time. She told me that the plot was to lure the guy to this site, next door. He was a security guard and his "company" had promised him $18.50/h to take on this new site, which is pretty top wage for a guard. He was all super excited about it.

He finally appears in my dream. He's dancing and singing on the other side of the fence. He keeps coming a little too close to me and it's freaking me out. Doesn't he have any idea who I am? He's suspected of killing my mother!! My WL-mum was disgusted with his behaviour.

Then, I saw people arrive. A good 10 of them. At first, they all started lining up at the fence (on his side, not ours). I saw a girl and recognized her as Nita, from my radio course. We did the old handshake my brother and I used to do (it's nothing elaborate. It's like a hand grasp, slide, finger grasp, fist bump). She tried to give me this, "Don't worry, he deserves this," look. I still had my doubts.

They started dragging him off into the building. "What the hell?" the guy started to say. They took him inside, and I could hear him shouting and I could hear them kicking and beating him. It was really awful to listen to "What if he IS innocent?" I kept thinking. "What if he's enduring this for nothing?"

"Mum, do you really think that this guy did it?" I asked.

"Yep, I absolutely do," my mum said. There wasn't a doubt in her mind he's getting his comeuppance, but it didn't make me feel any better about it.

Toilet Troubles, Family Troubles

I'm in some sort of class in this big building. At some point, I managed to flush myself down a toilet in this building, to get out of the bathroom and travel around the building. In class, I receive a slip of paper that says I'm in trouble because I flushed myself down the toilet. A lady comes to speak with me, and we walk down the hallway. I tell her that I only flushed myself down the toilet because I have a tendency to have dreams where I'm locked in the bathroom, and the only way out is the toilet. This is totally made up, by the way, but in the dream it felt like I was actually logically reaching the answer to the question "Why did I flush myself down the toilet?" In fact, I further explained to her that I only ever flushed myself down the toilet in a dream, that I was being judged in real life for something I had only done in a dream, that I was innocent of any real life toilet flushings. She seemed to agree.

At this point, the building of the dream changed from having a "school" function to having a "home" function, though it was a very large building. The parents were away, so I believe Micah was doing a friend a favor by letting him stay at the house. This friend was having sex with his girlfriend upstairs very loudly when the parents unexpectedly arrive. Needless to say, Micah was in trouble. There's a family argument around the table, and I defend Micah, voicing some very true and vehement opinions at Dad, who does the "Dad laugh."

Family troubles pop up in my dreams a lot, but that whole flushing-myself-down-the-toilet thing is quite unique, as is my totally illogical and ill-informed explanation for it. I should've recognized I was in a dream by the fact that I was in school.

Fragment:

1. I find myself at a music festival, where me and someone else (Micah? Kristy?) are debating which stage to go to.

Last night this is what I dreamt;

I was in a quadrangle of sorts with about a three liter bottle of water in my hand, I was giving a speech to the whole school, but it was not formal. The speech was about how the younger kids should stay in their place (not sit at the back of the bus, torment the seniors, etcetera [we've been having trouble with this in my school]). When the speech had finished a girl I know walked with me over to a large metal object that had the words 200 POUND MEAT CRUSHER on the side of it, using the meat crusher we made cookies . Making the cookies was a lengthy process as we had to add particular items, the whole process was like a programming loop. Once we had finished making the cookies we went upstairs, talking, when we got to the next floor we just looked out the large window that was there.

and then I woke up.