non-lucid

Ok so this one is pretty pathetic really, my first night of trying to remember what I dreamed and journal it and this is all I got.

I dreamed about golf, I know right? I remember it was a fairly long dream I can remember waking up and remembering the whole dream working from the last thing I remember to the first thing that happened. I wake up and all I can remember is that I played golf.

I then proceeded to have a bunch of small dreams about remembering the first one (which I did't remember in the morning)

P.S. I'm really not that into golf anyway

23.07.2010

SGO and Dream Recall (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Definitely, not one of my best nights!!! I only recalled three dreams, but mostly fragments.

Second:

I was on my computer, doing some SGO stuff. My IRC client appeared to be working badly. For some unknown reason, I removed myself from a channel managed with the bot Chip. I was not able to rejoin this channel or register on it again. For some reason I forgot the name of the channel. A guy asked me if his work improved.

The scenary changed and I was talking with my wife about how to recall dreams and spot dream sigs. My wife told me, "Black horses with green dots" I asked her why that, I did not recognize it as a dream sign. She told me that I always dreamed with green stuff. She mentioned something about food for her own recall.

Missed dream signs:
- My wife recalling a dream sign. She does never remember her dreams.

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

I dreamed that we had gone to visit some family friends. It was a small house, and a small family that lived in it. They were a middle aged, married couple with two kids, a son, about 12, and a daughter, who was about 10. We took an elevator to their apartment. I was with my family. We were all pretty excited, for some reason, talking quite lively and not a hint of horror or pain.
As the elevator started climbing, I saw the door through which we had entered the little enclosed box below, and was replaced by a concrete wall. On each floor, there was a separate door to get out of the elevator. But between the floors, there was nothing to see but solid concrete. Our acquaintances' house was on floor 13. Yes. Floor Number 13, the unlucky one. I didn't find that the least significant, however. I remember, on the wall between the 12th and the 13th floors, I saw a dried out, but still distinguishable red liquid, that ran either down from up, or up from down on the the wall between the two floors. It was technically a vertical, horribly noticeable column of red liquid that ran the entire length of the wall. I found that odd, but didn't ponder upon it too much. The electronic display on the top of the elevator displayed 13, and we slowed down to a halt. The elevators door creaked open, by itself. I didn't find that odd, either, disregarding it as modern technology. There was only one apartment on this floor. I could see a door made of brown, polished wood, with golden handles. There was a little golden plate on the top portion of the door, which marked the number of the apartment. Guess which? You got it right, Apartment 13.
I suddenly became aware of an unpleasant feeling. It was the oddest thing I had ever felt. It was as if the temperature had suddenly dropped to zero. As if by stomach was fighting to digest something particularly nasty. I felt weird. That was not all. I could also sense someone, or perhaps something, standing right behind me. Only, I couldn't see, hear, or feel it. But I was pretty sure that there WAS something, something more sinister than bad luck, that resided on this floor.
My family was still blissfully unaware of the situation we were in. They didn't detect the slightest bit of change, nothing. They just talked merrily, each absorbed in his or her own discussion. I rang the bell, hoping that it would be better if we came inside. We could hear someone's hasty footsteps inside, and then a more heavy set of feet coming towards the door. As I waited in apprehension, the sound got louder. Finally, I heard a soft click, and saw the handle turn.
I saw a middle aged man, dressed in a white shirt, faded blue jeans, black, highly polished boots, and red sweater. It was the middle of July. How THE hell can this man wear a sweater in such hot weather? Then again, it was not at all impossible given the chilly atmosphere around me. He was wearing a ring on his hand, a black diamond set in platinum. I could sense nothing weird, or nothing evil about this man. He looked, and felt normal.
He greeted us warmly, shaking hands with each of us. He then invited us to the living room, where a cozy fire was burning. Definitely odd. We all took seats around the room. I was sitting in a red, plush sofa. It was the softest thing I had ever sat on. Whoever this guy was, he sure was well-to-do. A few moments later, his wife, also middle-aged, came inside. She was wearing a black cocktail dress, with a beautiful red rose embedded on the top left of the dress, right above her bosom. She looked incredibly beautiful, far less than her age. She greeted us all warmly too, and sat down beside me. I found it extremely uncomfortable, even though I had no idea who this peculiar family was, or how we came to know them. The ladies started generally talking about well, ladies stuff, and the men started on about politics and work.
I was a little left out. The mother felt that, perhaps, for she called her two children to take me to their room and 'familiarize with me'. Only the brother came out. He was tall for his age, well built, and with a face that would be exquisitely handsome in a few years. He greeted me respectably, and then asked me to come to his room. I accepted the offer, having nothing better to do.
He led me through a small corridor. Towards the right, there was a door. It was all black, an odd choice for a kid's room. He opened the door, and led me inside.
As soon as I crossed the border of the the room, each and every nerve in my body screamed in protest. NO!, my instincts shouted. You have to get out of here, fast! Can't you feel it? This sense, this presence. Just get out of here. As soon as possible. Yes, my subconscious was probably right. I should have run like hell when I had the chance. But that would be rude, and bad manners was something neither me, nor my family could tolerate. Disregarding it all, again, as aftereffects of the horror movie I had watched last night, (I did remember the name of the movie in the dream, though, but forgot it upon wakening.) I gritted my teeth and moved inside.
The room was even more chilly than the rest of the house. I looked out of the tiny window on the wall opposite to the door, and was that it was raining. Yes, raining, in the middle of July, and in the middle of a desert. I didn't find that weird, too. (Props to my reality checking. -_-) The next thing I remember, I was playing a first person shooter game with the brother, whose name was, ironically, Max.



After a while, another person came in. It was the daughter. She looked exactly like the girl in the Silent Hill movie. Quiet, and threatening in a, well, quiet manner. There was something weird about that girl. She held out her hand for me to shake. I was a little hesitant, but I told my instincts to either nut up or shut up.
I shook her hand. It was as cold as ice, or colder. It was, rather, as cold as death. She was very pale, as if she hadn't seen daylight in years. She gives me a stare, a calculating stare. Rather annoyed, I go back to the game. Now, she is INSIDE the game! Wtf?
Big letters come up on the screen. 'Kill or be killed.' I get scared, and start shooting that girl. She avoids each and every one of my bullets. Max looks really worried. 'Now you've done it.', he says, and runs out of the room. I follow him. He screams out the whole story to his parents, who jump up in panic. I learnt that the daughter was haunted, and attacked people who offended her, sometimes killing them. The only way to get her to stop was to kill her within the game.
So we all go inside the game, where there is a forest. It was pitch black. The girl is flying at us out of thin air, scaring us to bits. We find shelter in a little room. There are heavy weapons and heavy armor inside.



Jackpot. I put on a futuristic black armor and take a sniper, and head out with a pistol in the other hand.



As soon as I open the door, I wake up.

I didn't record right when I woke up, so these are just fragments.

1- School Dance
I am getting into the backseat of my mom's minivan, and my dad is about to drive me to a dance that is apparently going on. My brother and sister are also in the car, sitting in the middle seats. At some point I had reached into my pocket and found a plastic baggy that had pot in it, and I didn't want anyone to know. As I pass my brother to get into the backseat, the plastic baggy crinkles very loudly, as if there is a microphone on it or something. My brother thinks it is food, and so he sticks out his hand as though he wants me to give him some. "It's just an empty wrapper," I tell him. When we get to the school, I enter into the foyer, and a faculty member is asking to check my pockets. I am relieved when I don't have to turn them out, but merely show him what is inside. I obviously leave the plastic baggy in and show him everything else. "Actually, I'm gonna need to see that pocket" he says, and before I can run out the door, he grabs me and I yell.
FYI, I don't smoke pot. Just a dream. lol

2- Killer Queen
I am at a piano, and the sheet music to Killer Queen is on the stand. My friend is next to me holding her own music as well. I begin to play the first chords, but someone behind me asks me to wait. I obey, and glance over at my friend's music. Instead of reading normally, it is reversed, like in a mirror. I ask her why it is like that, and she tells me it is a photocopy, and I accept the notion that everything that is photocopied comes out in a mirror version. This is all I remember, and I'm angry that I didn't recognize an obvious dream sign.

I was cleaning some seats. One was a toilet seat for a toilet that I had been using. I used a squirt of some detergent stuff from a spray bottle and wiped it up with a cloth. It hadn't been long since I washed the toilet seat last.
And then I proceeded to wash the car seats in my mum's car. I was driving it for some reason. But it was larger than usual. All the seats and dashboard and stuff were quite spaced out. I didn't end up cleaning it properly, and there were still some crumbs and stuff left on the passenger seat. Or on my seat, I don't quite remember whose.

So I was driving around and stuff. I think there was a large factory somewhere. I can't remember much else.

Edit: After I woke up I started falling back asleep, and managed to plunge into sleep paralysis. Unfortunately about one second after this, someone knocked on my door to talk to me >_>
Lol annoying xP

1. My brother, dad, and I are at the animal shelter adopting a new cat. For some reason my brother empties his pockets, but all he has in them is a large and unwieldy knife-wallet hybrid with a combination lock. An Asian man grabs the lock and starts cracking it. He soon solves it and tries to leave, but I hook my finger in the lock and pull to make him stay. We struggle for a while and he calls me racist names, then pulls out a pistol. I then proceed to knock him out with my other hand and escape with the family.

2. I'm playing DDR in an arcade with some of my college friends. It only costs two tokens, but the machine has been modified to float and is very unstable on a pool of water. My friend Q starts to bash arrows on the machine, and I try to stop him from messing me up. I lose my balance, however, and fall into what turns out to be putrid water.

3. I am watching a Tupperware container with a hot dog and a bunch of Cincinnati chili. Suddenly the hot dog grows a tiny mouth and starts to eat the chili, eventually leaving the container spotless!

4. I can see my own aura, and it is green. Someone else (unintelligible notes) also sees it and comments.

Originally, I was going to be writing about helping some DV members build a literal dream house, but an afternoon nap cropped up this gem. Part 2 will follow later tonight.

23.07.2010

Good Cop (Part 1 of 2) (Non-lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Feeling less than safe, even with my Riot Shield and full SWAT uniform, I quickly crouched and raised my shield as two thugs came up the stairs. I turned as they moved past me and MTM, making sure to keep the both of us safe in case they decided to start shooting. Glaring as they passed, I could see they were making their way further up into the mall. Maybe we should be going down, then.

Motioning to MTM, who was armed with a G36C, we began moving down the stairs. As we went, I would jump over the ledge each time we reached the halfway mark, making the descent even faster. Soon enough, we were on the tiled ground floor of this vertically structured mall.

PING! PEW! PING!

Becoming very much aware of the bullets ricocheting off my shield, I ducked down, protecting the both of us from the fire raining from above. I looked up to see the thugs from before firing at us with a G18 and a Mini Uzi from a balcony several floors up. Calmly, I took out my Intervention, and peered through the thermal sights. Taking a breath, I fired a warning shot at each, hitting the barrels of the assault rifles hanging from their necks. Although, they seemed un-phased as they switched to their ARs, which were functioning perfectly fine despite the holes I had made. . .

MTM took cover behind the stairs and lay down suppressive fire; I moved in closer to try and stop them. I made it a good distance, but a stray shot clipped my arm rather badly while I was putting my Riot Shield onto my back. Just like that, I was down for the count.

The world faded in and out, as the amount of gunfire increased twofold. An old squad-mate ran over to me, unconcerned for her own safety, as she stood over my failing body, firing up at the goons who started this mess. It looks like the calvary has arrived, I thought as everything turned to black. . .

Images flashed before my eyes. First, a scene of the two low-lifes explaining their position and admitting they were wrong to start shooting me like that, especially when they realized I could have taken them out at any moment. They showed the camera the damage I had done to their guns. Then, my time in the hospital drifted past my faint consciousness, and I became painfully aware of the toll the recovery process took on my psyche.

A meaner, more bitter cop than before, I would no longer hesitate to take out a perceived threat if they even looked at me funny. The only thing that kept me from going off the wall was my family, who weren't taking my personality change very well. I feared they could leave me at any time. . . .

Just a frag, and then a short but fun dream.

~Standing in the back yard, and a strong wind starts blowing. I look up and there's a tornado in the distance, but it's dark blue and there are rainbow flames shooting out of it. Someone had to yell at me to run because I just stood and stared at it.

~I'm a mermaid, swimming through some body of water surrounded by a bunch of houses. Out of nowhere, a flamingo starts chasing me, and I have to get away from it, because flamingos eat mermaids... obviously. I eventually swim around a post thingy enough times so that the flamingo gets dizzy and goes away. I keep swimming and find a merman with a shiny golden tail, and white hair with gold streaks in it. He teaches me different ways to swim. I leave after a while and go into a house that's half underwater. Some little girl (or something else disguised as a little girl... ) then starts trying to catch me. I swim all around the half of the house that's underwater--through doorways, around furniture, all over the place--until the little girl suddenly clutches her throat and swims frantically away, apparently realizing she can't breathe underwater. I notice that my scales are shining dark blue.

I find myself competing in some sort of real-time strategy tournament that involved virtual trains engaging in combat. I was part of a three man team (I don't remember who my partners were), and it was our job to construct a virtual train that could destroy the train of the opposing team. The trains were on the same tracks and were going in the same direction, shooting missiles and lasers and whatnot at each other. The matches would start out in 2D, similar to a SNES or Sega Genesis game, but would eventually grow into 3D (Not sure how to adequately describe this transformation). The tournament was taking place in an area that was similar in style to the block I grew up on, but somehow I knew it wasn't my block (I've had several dreams take place in an area that resembled my block).
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I'm talking to a girl. I didn't recognize the girl as someone I knew, but she he looked similar to a girl I know named Jenna. There was obviously sexual tension between us, but she insisted on keeping her distance because "we were brother and sister". I remember finding this a bit odd, seeing as how I don't have any sisters, but I let the confusion pass.
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I'm lying next to her, softly kissing her. After a while she stopped me, on the grounds that I was "making her sad". At that point I realized that the two of us were now lying what I believe was a hotel room of some kind. Some of my friends (Arianna, Alex C., Ann) were also in the room. I don't remember much of our conversations, but I do remember looking through some luggage, though for what I'm not sure.
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Walking around a corner of the block, I come upon a group of teams competing in the tournament. I see a sign which says that everyone must finish twenty matches before we move on to Paris. I approach a man who I interpret as a leader of my team and ask him what the sign was about. The man is a former substitute teacher of mine; his name escapes me at the moment. We bitch about the organizing body's decision for a little while; he mentions that a trip to the market had to be canceled as a result of the decision.
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I'm sitting in a theater, which seems to be filled with people I know. Radiohead is performing on stage, while video is projected on a screen behind them. After they finish their set a new video appears on the screen, one that appears to be about marijuana. Jorge asks Robbie if he can get him some weed. Robbie says he can, and they work out the details of the transaction.

Well, I'm new to the site, so I'm assuming that this is what the dream journals are for.

I don't usually remember my dreams. If I'm lucky, I remember 2 a month. I am, and have been aware of what dream journals are for, for a long time, and when I've actually thought to try them, I've had results. I've just never made doing so into a habit. Gonna try and change that this time.

Last couple days I've been actively trying to remember my dreams once I woke up, with varied results.

July 22nd - 1st: I was in some kind of office building, I believe. I was working there whereever it was. Everyone else took off for some reason, and someone came in. Customer, or an applicant or something. Went upstairs, down a hallway that was colored in beiges. Went past an office marked "Robin DeSantis" and looked inside, expecting everything to be crazier than it was (My subconcious seems to have misspelled the last name of a character from the webcomic Shortpacked) and found that everyone else was in a meeting room. I remembered that I should have been in there, went in, and learned that we were supposed to write a test now based on whatever they'd been talking about. I decided that because I wasn't there for the talk, I shouldn't bother with the test, and told my boss that the person was downstairs waiting. He got pissed at me for making the guy wait, and left the room. Which is when I woke up.

I remember there were more details than that, there was stuff happening downstairs before everyone left, but I lost those before I started trying to remember.

2nd: I remember having remembered a second dream, but now I can't for the life of me remember what it was, which is frustrating, because I had more details for it than the office one. Bah.

July 23rd- 1st: Me and two other people were in some spooky old house. Old and mansioney, dark blue lighting, huge bookshelves, candelabra wall sconces. Something out of a Casper comic. We were looking for a book of doom or something similar, but for whatever reason couldn't find it. I forget if it was me or someone else who was holding it, but we had the book, but couldn't read the summoning spell we had come to find. A ghost was in the room with us, scoffed at us for not being able to read it, and said "Try getting an education." Dream ended.

2nd: My wife Jen, our friends Brandon and William, and I were playing Smash Brothers on the Wii. The game started and after a few moments, I had knocked everyone out of the ring. I was beating everyone up using Pikachu as my character, but then when the game suddenly ended (I realized we hadn't changed the match rules from being on a timer) Jen had won, for actually KOing the most players, rather than just causing lost of damage as I was doing. I was a little annoyed, and went in to change the settings from timer to the lives-per-person mode, but found that I couldn't remember where to do that. Dream ended.

3rd: Jen, my parents, my Aunt Anne, my cousins Scott, Sean, Vanessa, Sarah, and I were all inexplicably in my old VW Rabbit convertible. We were driving along a bridge that takes you into Seattle, although it was apparently in California, as we were going to Disneyland. As we got there, there were tons of cars trying to turn into the road that went into DL, and apparently went through it's underground parking facility. I remember thinking it would take us forever to get there because of how many cars were there, and so I turned on the radio, with the soundtrack of the Disneyland Esplanade (the section between the two parks) going. I thought I should turn it down a bit because the top was down and other motorists might be annoyed with the music. Never did though, as we immediately afterwards were in some underground area, the car was stopped, and some of us were walking around. Each of us had to fill out some paperwork before being allowed into Disneyland. Something like immigration papers. I thought someone else should fill mine out for me since I was the driver, and apparently was too busy driving the car that I wasn't even currently in. Vanessa and Sarah had gone around the corner and up the path, and I wondered what they were doing up there. Dream ended.

4th. Jen and I were either watching a movie, or we were at some kind of renaissance faire type place. Pretty sure we were watching a movie though. There was some kind of fair going on, with a pirate ship like ride in the background, lots of tents and vendors, and one of the buildings had a string of moving lights around the top of it (where the lights flash in a pattern that makes it look like they're going around the string) We were complaining about the historical accuracy of having electric lights in a medieval themed movie or fair or whatever, and then Jen complained about the accuracy of the music we were hearing. That it should have sounded crappier. I listed to it, and stated that I heard a violin, an accordion, and a tuba or a bassoon or something. Something bassey. We went over to the where the music was coming from, despite us not actually being there, and I noted that I'd forgotten to mention the percussion. There were 3 people there with big bass drums strapped to their chest, and the music had stopped. Heath Ledger came forward from the group and thanked everyone for coming to see his performance of a Knight's Tale. As we walked away, Jen said that she'd forgotten he was in that movie, and I thought, but didn't mention, that I felt sorry for them for having hired him to do the part in this performance, when he's dead. Dream ended.

I had woken up after each dream, and there were a few I've forgotten entirely, despite having tried to remember them all. In between a few of the dreams, I did that thing where you think about the dream, and continue it in your head. Where it's like you're writing the rest of the dream until you fall back asleep and continue it. I can't remember any of what I was doing then though. Just that I was.

Hopefully I'll have more to write about tommorrow.

This dream was very vague.

I am with a group of people, and I know who they are, but I can't recall them now. We are waiting on horses for a certain person to come so that we may ambush and execute him.

Another one of my Disneyland dreams. I'm annoyed with my subconscious. I want to go back to Disneyland so badly IRL that I keep having these dreams. And as fun as they are, they're never as good as the real place. Sigh. Anyway, where to start today? I think the earliest memory I have is that there was something going on that the Haunted Mansion wasn't open at the moment. First off, the whole place felt more like a big county fair (or what I imagine a county fair would be like.. We don't have those in BC) rather than the real Disneyland. It certainly didn't look like Disneyland at all, and I only knew it to be DL because I had the sense that it was.. And there were certain "attractions" that I knew to be DL attractions, even if they barely looked like the real thing.

So yeah, the Haunted Mansion was actually more like a big stage show and it was currently closed for another stage show - some kind of musical act. It reminded me of Delhi to Dublin (*great group IRL, look them up!), but I didn't actually see them perform in the dream so I don't know if really was them. R and I were there together and I was thinking about getting souvenirs. I was also wondering when we had to leave. I figured we'd already been there two days or so, and we had another full day after this day before we had to go home. That made me very happy and I hoped we would spend as much time at the park as we could before leaving.

I remember wandering around looking for special souvenirs. I already had the classics that I wanted (IRL I have these): Mickey & Minnie stuffed toys, a shirt, a mug, mouse-ear hats... So I wasn't sure what else I really wanted to buy, I just knew I wanted something from this trip.

I didn't actually get to buying anything. At some point we ended up back at our hotel. Except now it wasn't just us. There was a group of us and we were trying to coordinate what we were doing. I don't know how many people there were and I don't know if they were all our IRL friends or what. I don't remember that part. All I know is I was getting annoyed because there were suggestions of other things besides going back to Disneyland (IRL I wouldn't have been that weird about it.. I do like doing other things in California!!). At one point I went into a bedroom and there was a little baby boy laying in the bed. He was maybe 6-8 months old, I don't know. He was happy enough, comfy and safe. He didn't look "normal", though. He didn't necessarily look handicapped but he didn't look normal either.

The next thing I remember is we were arriving back at the hotel again and now we were being told we had been moved to other rooms. There were too many of us in this one room and also, it had been booked by someone else and we were extending our stay so we had to move. There was a lot of stuff to move (for some reason it was almost like we had been living there), so we were annoyed with having to move. I don't remember much about the actual moving itself.

Another time shift and now I was alone in a room, packing a daypack. I always loved making sure I had all the essentials in one bag when going to a place like Disneyland. I was alone, everyone else was off doing stuff. I had a vague memory of a restaurant. R was also off.. I got the feeling like he was at work or just otherwise busy and wouldn't be back until later. I suddenly realized, why was I bothering to wait around here for him? I should just go to Disneyland on my own and kill time until he could join me. Why not?

I got prepared to leave. I was hungry, and found a sandwich in my daypack that had been saved from the restaurant we'd been at earlier (as per the vague memory of it). That made me happy, though I don't remember eating it. I headed out to go to DL, thinking about how it was sometimes fun to go to a place like that on your own and be free to go anywhere without asking anyone else what they felt like doing.

I don't remember actually getting there though. Next thing I remember is heading there with R and saying we should enter through one of the "back" entrances, for a different view. IRL there are no "back" entrances to Disneyland but in previous dreams I've had there was one Disneyland dream where we found other ways to enter the park besides the front. So I was remembering that in this dream and wanting to go that way again.

And that's it. I don't remember anything else. I woke up multiple times during all this, so although I'm writing it as one dream it was actually more like 7 separate dream times. Can you tell it's my "weekend"? I was in bed from midnight to 11am. Gotta love having the time to dream like that!! No lucid, though. I did try... Every time I woke up I went back to sleep with the thought of lucid dreaming, but no go. I also attempted the WILD technique, but I was too sleepy all around and fell asleep before dreaming. Too bad, since I slipped into dreams almost as soon as my body fell asleep, so it was probably a pretty good start to the WILD technique.

Friday, June 23, 2010

I'm in a house in Glen Lyon (bumblefuck old town I used to live in) with my family, and I'm checking the house out. I remember looking out the window and seeing a car, and behind it, our car, and a bunch of kids riding bikes. The next time I looked out the window our car was parked back more. The house was pretty odd, I remember one stairway leading down to the living room was really thin, you had to walk sideways to get through. It was a 2 bedroom house, and in one of the bedrooms I saw my two little brothers laying on some sort of bed. My sister got her own room, I kinda just knew that, I didn't see it. I asked my parents where they would sleep, and they said the floor in the hallway connecting all the rooms, and they said I could sleep there too. Then I got mad and started screaming about how I hate Glen Lyon and this house is shitty, and then I woke up.

Dream #1

I am in a library looking for the book The Furies, which I am currently reading in my waking life. For some reason, I cannot not walk, so I'm hopping around on my knees. There are automatic lights so only parts of the place are lit. I cannot find the book, and most of the shelves have "Winnie the Pooh" books on them.

Dream #2(of what I can actually remember)

I am an alien living with a surrogate family. The father of the family is abusive to his wife and daughter, and at dinner I get angry at him and throw the spaghetti we're eating at him. He is covered in butter and cheese and pasta, but he is still calm. He stands and begins to walk slowly around the table toward me. I reach my hand out to him in an attempt to harm him telekinetically, but to no avail. Suddenly, my view zooms out at a map, with blinking dots indicating the locations of other aliens. I somehow summon them to my aid, and the lot of us conquer the father.

I'm at my moms house back home. All my friends are there and we're celebrating something. People are eating cake and drinking. I went outside and sat down. I could hear everyone singing "Roll me through the gates of hell." I walked in and everyone had their arms around each other singing the words.

Roll Me Through the Gates of hell on youtube (song)

I joined them in song, and after we were done someone (I don't recall who I was with) wanted to go to the doctors office with me. We went, and the place was kind of like a gypsys office. He told us he was prescribing us something and went out of the room for a while, he came back and told us he was out of everything. We left and went back to the house where everyone had left already.

Next, I am walking down a path with the dog. She's on the leash. I'm going really fast, much faster than walking. I feel like maybe I was on some sort of motorized something. I was going down this dirt path and stopped, looking to the right and behind me. I realized that I had passed up this one part of the path that looped where I could see a view of the river. I backed up and took that path. I hadn't realized how steep upwards this was and I went bouncing and flew off the front. The dog got unleashed and bounded forwards. I got off the machine thing and started yelling her name. I found her, she was sitting next to a pig who started talking. I don't remember what he was saying but I do remember that I was very taken aback by this.

Next, I had to go in for surgery. I was really scared because I was told that when they put you out you can still hear everything and are completely conscious.