non-lucid

Last night was not the best night, either. I started to get a headache around the time I went to bed.

First I was a nurse or an orderly in a hospital and there were a bunch of us pushing patients on beds to one part of the hospital. Only half of the fluorescent lights in the ceiling were working and there were some emergency lights that were on and just a steady blue light. The woman I was pushing kept having not really heart attacks, but just like passing out and coming back.

Then I was on a path in a wooded area but when I looked down, I could tell that there had been traffic on this path like cars maybe because there were not really grooves in the path, but flat dirt tracks and grassy tracks. Then a boy, maybe a teenager, in a dress-ish outfit, but with a cord around his waist like a monk or something... maybe he tagged me, or took something from me, or maybe he just startled me, but I started chasing him. He ran into an apartment or maybe a townhouse and I chased him inside and shut the door so he couldn't get out and I could find him in there because he obviously had enough time to hide in that ten seconds it took me to get to the door. ha!

I go in and look around and there's a breakfast bar at the kitchen area. Up pops my ex boyfriend Mike and he's got Taco Bell. He says I can have two tacos. Random!!!

Now I'm in a jewelry store and I think I have to make a payment for something I have on layaway. I go to the lady at the counter and I have to write her a check. I have to write my address on something and she hands me a pair of earrings... to write with... so I use the back of the earring and it is... so... hard... to write like that!!! I do remember writing out my whole address and nothing changed from when I looked up at the lady behind the counter and when I looked back at what I was writing.

Christmas night sucked. I was at my parents' house. I woke up at five in the morning to the sound of what I thought was a burglar breaking into the house with a drill, but no, it was only my dad grinding coffee beans.

I dreamed that I was working at a restaurant. I was like four hours early, but they still let me work. I was just kind of sitting at a table waiting for something to do and then I get up and decide to get people's drink orders. I waited on this one real nice older lady and decided to sit and chat with her. Then I had to get up because I think my boss was looking for me and I didn't want to get into trouble. When I came back, her daughter was sitting down to have lunch with her. She was not bad looking. Yeah, I found her attractive. So, I sat back down in between both of them. (It was a round table, not like a booth.) I could feel the daughter playing footsie with me under the table!! I opened my menu and I could hear the mom whispering to the daughter about how nice I was and that she should ask me to go out and I remember thinking, wow, what would Andrea think?!?

Sleepy Andrew and the sandwiches of the week.

I was at my neighbor Andrew's house at the end of the cul-de-sac. I haven't been to his house since we were in middle school. We were in his room just hanging out and I noticed he had two dressers. On top of one of them was a tv. Over to the left, there was a posterboard with names of sandwiches in a grid. Each column represented a day of the week. I was looking at it trying to figure out a pattern and just when I think I have it figured out, I turned back around to find another tv had materialized on the second dresser. I look to see where Andrew went and he's passed out on top of his bed face down with all of his clothes on. I walked up to him and started taking off his shoes so that I could tuck him in.

The coffee shop and the sex in the car and the lost pants.

I'm in a coffee shop. It's a wide open space and it's daytime and there are lots of windows to let in the light. In the center of the shop is the cash wrap with the registers and stuff. Against the windows at the front of the store are some coffee makers. I don't think the shop has opened for business yet because there are boxes on the floor that look like they've been delivered recently and there are no tables or anything. A girl comes in... I think she works there with me. She asks me what I want her to do. We go out to her car in the parking lot and start having sex in the passenger seat. Then I think I forgot about something that I really had to do and I shouldn't be having sex with this girl, so I get out of the car without my pants and go back to the coffee shop. I realize once I get in there that I can't find my pants and I start looking for them. I go into the back room and it turned back into Andrew's room. I finally found my pants and put them on before Andrew could wake up.

The Christmas train ride leading to the 17th century restaraunt with the acid trip.

I'm on a train. I was in a car with a bunch of people and I don't know where we're going. I leave my car and start heading toward the engine. I get to the front of the train and it's more like a bus now with the driver in the front seat and the door to get out to my right. I'm asking the driver where we're going and all of a sudden everyone starts singing the twelve days of Christmas. We stop and I look out the door and we're at a colonial or old Victorian style restaurant. There was a sign on the front but I don't remember what it said. I get off the bus/train and go inside. At this point, even though there are men on the bus/train, inside the restaurant, there are only women. And everyone is in line to go to the bathroom. There are women everywhere in lines to go to different bathrooms. There are doors everywhere. And there are tables with people sitting down eating and stairs leading in all different directions. Well, now I have to go to the bathroom. I found a door where no one was waiting at it. A girl had just left so I go in. In the toilet, I find skid marks and I think on the way out the girl was waving her hand in front of her nose. At this point, I didn't care. I gave the toilet another flush and then I took off all my clothes. I look in the mirror and suddenly I'm tripping on acid. Everything melts. And the colors get so bold and beautiful. I don't even care that I'm not wearing any clothes. I look around and examine every part of the bathroom. Then I find my clothes in a pile on the floor. I put them on and feel like I had just lost my pants and put them back on again. In the pocket of my pants is a strange contraption to smoke weed out of. It has a small rubber hose and a glass tube. It didn't look like anything you'd smoke out of. But somehow I knew that's what you did with it. I stuffed it back into my pocket. I walked out of the bathroom to go find Andrea. Suddenly my acid trip was over. It must have been something about the bathroom.

The Halloween store and the dog theft.

I'm in one of those stores that pop up around Halloween time that have all the costumes and stuff to decorate your house with for Halloween. I'm walking down the center aisle of the store, looking left and right to try to find Andrea. I see a lot of people dressed up trying on costumes, but they've mixed the costumes together. There was a whole group of like four or five people standing around in like Tarzan outfits with clown hair and big goofy glasses. I picked up a pair of glasses and walked toward the checkout and finally found Andrea. She told me to not get the glasses so I put them down and we walked out of the store. On the way out, on the counter I saw a pair of Oakley sunglasses and I picked them up and put them on my head. Also, on the counter was a small like miniature pincher puppy on the counter. He wasn't black, though, he was all brown. I scooped him up and took him out with me. On the way, a girl at the counter asked me if I was going to pay for the sunglasses. I turned around to see that she was talking to someone else. So Andrea and I walk across the parking lot and on the way I look down and we're crossing over like a grassy median and there's a packet of what looks like advil on the ground. I picked it up thinking it might come in handy later, only to find that it's not advil, and I don't know what it really is. We get in the car and I put the dog on the dashboard. Andrea plays with him and we're driving on the way to my parents house. As we get to the intersection of Gaskins and Springfield road, suddenly I'm out of the car walking down Springfield with my mom and the dog. There is no other traffic on the street.

Last night was a disaster! I couldn't sleep AT ALL. I kept tossing and turning. I think it was because I ate so many brownies last night. I can't remember having a single dream. Ok, that's a lie. There was one. There was a huge beanstalk growing around the inside walls of my old high school and there was a guy trapped inside it. That's all I remember though. I had to take Nyquil to finally get to sleep. bad night.

Last night was a real rollercoaster. At first I had a really choppy dream where a lot happened that didn't really go together. Now... I can't remember it. I might later on today. I think maybe everything else that happened after that pushed it out of my memory.

I was trying to register for a class for school in a little office where there were two desks with receptionists. We were looking online at something, then I asked if I could get online for something while the one lady went out to lunch or something. The other lady had a cat on her shoulder, well, a kitten, really. The kitten jumped off her shoulder and onto the floor. That's when I realized that there were kittens all over the room! All different colors. The room was kind of dark. I go to the computer to look up whatever and the mouse was going so slow. It was unbearable. Then there was another monitor under the one I was looking at with something else on it. It was the roster for the class I had just picked out. This girl I didn't like in high school's name was on the list for my class. I remember thinking, oh that's just great.

Now I'm at my parents' house. My sister is there and I'm furious at her. She's wearing my shirt. All these thought are going through my mind: I don't even like her. Why is she wearing my shirt? Why won't she just shut the hell up? What the hell is her problem? She's like a mental patient. (All things I think about her IRL.) So I sit her down at the dining room table to talk about why she's wearing my shirt. And my mom sits at the head of the table to I guess watch. Every time I start to talk, my sister starts to talk back. I'm trying to explain to her that I don't think that it's right that she wear my shirt because I wouldn't just put her clothes on without asking, not that I would even go to her house because I don't like her. SO she keeps interrupting me and I look to my mom for help and she's no help because she almost always sticks up for her. So, I go into the kitchen and grab a pair of scissors. I go to my sister and tell her that if she doesn't take off my shirt, I'm going to cut off her hair. And I hold the scissors up to some of her hair to prove my point. I am frantically yelling at this point as loud as I can yell. And she makes a move finally to take off my shirt and my mom has brought her a tank top to put on instead. Now my dad's in the dining room wondering what all the fuss is about. I think I started yelling at him, too, for being a pothead. I ran up to my room for whatever reason, probably just to get out of the room with all the tension. My dad comes up and into my room and I yell at him for not knocking.

I go back downstairs and I'm getting into a truck with my dad, my sister's ex boyfriend, and almost my mom. My dad's pulling out and I'm telling him he can't leave mom!! So she's running out of the house to get in the truck. She gets into the back seat with me. We're driving now to a neighborhood that is still under construction. My dad pulls the truck up to a house that's semi-built, like it has walls and stuff, but not much else. He starts bringing in these industrial sized paint cans into the garage. Immediately I know they're filled with pot and he's up to something. Then, he pulls away and on the way out of the neighborhood, I see this other house and I guess I can see inside it and there's this boy's body underneath like a pallet that stuff comes on when it's shipped to a store so the forklift can pick it up. I'm wondering why no one else sees this and ask what he's doing there. My sister's ex boyfriend has now turned into my dad's friend Scott and he says that the boy in the house was killed a few days ago. And that was that. I was thinking we need to call someone or do something but no one wants to talk about it.

We went to the bank. On the way back, we park kind of far away from the house we were at. House isn't even the word, this was a neighborhood of huge mansions. SO as we're getting out of the truck, my dad hands me a check and a hundred dollars cash. I'm holding it in my hand as we're walking and this guy comes up behind me, puts a gun to my head, and tells me he's robbing me. He didn't say to give him what I had in my hand, but I was scared to death. Then he comes in front of me and says it was just a joke he plays on mew neighbors. He has a dog with him. Big dog, like a Malamute. He follows us up to the house. My mom, dad, and Scott go in. I'm standing talking to the guy. The dog is trying to get in, but I tell him that we have small dogs in there and big dogs scare them. SO I close the door and we talk outside on the unfinished front of the house. I notice my lips are the most chapped lips could ever be. They feel like paper. I'm telling the guy that I've tried everything to fix this. He asks me how we came to live here, and I told him mom and dad sold their house and thought it was time for a bigger one. I'm thinking I hope he buys this because no one's selling houses in this economy and I have to cover for them or they're busted. SO he nonchalantly tells me that this is his house and he owns like twenty houses in this development. Then a worker from a house across the way comes up and puts ipod headphones on the guy. He excuses himself and goes to talk to a contractor or something. He calls for his dog, and her name is Annabelle.

I take this opportunity to run in the house and tell everyone to get out, the jig is up, it's that guy's house. So everyone comes out and the guy is back. I wish I could remember what he looked like. I think like the James Bond from Casino Royale. Sort of. Now the guy is all friendly, not like he wasn't before, but he's like trying to be friends with us. I really want him to come up in more dreams so I can interact with him more. Maybe he's like the dad I never had or something.

First. I barely remember this. I was outside of my house which I don't think was really my house. I was calling on my cell phone to get help I think. I dialed three different numbers and none of them connected to anyone.

Second. Many parts. I was at a high school. In a gymnasium. I was I guess in gym class, but no one was wearing gym clothes. We were playing tennis. The net wasn't a tennis net... it was a volleyball net. I had my racket and it was very strange trying to serve over this volleyball net. It's ok, though, we were all having some trouble with it. This girl I used to work with, Borderline, was there. (Andrea and I call her "Borderline" because we think she has borderline personality disorder. She's kind of crazy and we suspect she has a crush on me.) She was on my team and was showing me her outfit which consisted of cream colored pants with almost lime green Adidas stripes down the sides and the same color scheme on her shirt, which was covered up by a cream colored sweater. On the other team's side of the net, there was a cd player like mounted into the wall. One that you could see the cd spinning through the glass. For some reason someone on the other team changed cds and put ICP in. I've never been a fan of the Insane Clown Posse, and was kind of upset when they put that cd in. As it was spinning, it was a black cd with a red cow skull that was I guess singing the lyrics or maybe just opening and closing its mouth.

Next thing I know, I'm in the locker room and I'm trying to find Borderline's locker. I had somehow found her combination somewhere and I felt like she was hiding something from me. Her combo that I found was 1-2-20-20. I was confused because I had never come across a combo that had four numbers, let alone any even numbers. I found her locker and some girls were telling me I'd better hurry up before Borderline came in and caught me trying to get into her locker. I was looking at the lock and the red arrow that you line the numbers up with was off center. All the other locks were normal, though. Well, Borderline came in and caught me. She was really mad and I tried to give her a hug to say I'm sorry, but she refused.

Next thing I know, I'm in a classroom and Borderline's there. She has this evil grin on her face like she's up to something. I get this wave of horrible feelings washing over me and I have to get out of there. I feel like something bad is going to happen. Everything turns into slow motion. I get out of my seat and make my way for the door and it takes forever. I run down the hallway to the door that leads out of school and on my way out, still in slow-mo, I have my hand on the door handle and there's an explosion in the school and it blows me out the door and over a tall chain link fence that's situated to the right of the door as you're going out of it. I grab onto the fence and hang there, stuck to it on the opposite side watching the school blow up. Everything was blown up except for the gym and the locker room.

Next thing I know, I'm back in the school trying to get back into the locker room. I guess since the school had just blown up, I needed to get my stuff out of my locker and go home. There's a teacher telling everyone to hurry up and get their stuff out. In order to get back into the locker room, I had to fit myself into a hole that was blown into the wall that was about five feet wide and two feet deep that was about three feet off the ground. I went to look for Borderline's locker again I guess for evidence that it was her that blew up the school. Her locker had moved. There was a note on it that said so. And A had a locker there, too, that was two lockers underneath Borderline's. (This is weird because A and I never went to school together.) I found a piece of paper that had combinations on it and one was 1-2-2, but I don't know whose locker that was for. Someone was talking to me as I'm looking in like every locker I can get into and I see that they have a book titled "Discovering Disasters" or something like that and I wrote down the name of it. SO I'm looking through all these lockers and finding hoodies. All different colors and styles and brands, and I'm thinking that their owners are probably dead, so I should take them. Then I decide not to. I clean out my locker and leave.

I walk out the back of the building and see that there is a building project going on. They are making a playground attached to the back of the gym. I'm distraught about this. There are tons of kids playing on it and I see that it's not safe. This is by far the largest playground that I've ever seen. It's like city blocks big. There are hundreds of kids and I want them all off this playground! I'm running around telling them to get the hell off this playground equipment. There are tubes to crawl through and slides and monkey bars. The tubes start falling apart. One kid was falling out of the tube he was in and I caught him and he just crawled back in the tube. These kids were not getting off this playground equipment come hell or high water. It was like it was life or death to them. And all their parents were sitting in benches talking to each other and acting like nothing was wrong. I see two black guys and they look like they're realizing that they need to help me get these kids off this brokedown playground. SO I crawl up onto this stuff and find a slide and I go down the slide after like six kids and the slide turns into a tube. Then the tube starts constricting. And flattening. One of the guys was following me, and he asked me if my name was my name. And I was like, how does he know my name? So now... I'm stuck in this flat tube. I have my legs sticking out at the bottom, I almost made it out. I'm yelling for someone to grab my feet and pull me out, but they can't move me at all. They call the rescue squad and cut me out of the tube. I get out and I'm still trying to get these kids off this playground. I'm yelling, "I've been in that tube for two hours and you're *still* on this playground?!?!"

Next thing I know, I'm walking down the sidewalk with someone telling him he should watch Family Guy and to pay close attention to Stewie, he's the one whose head is shaped like a football.

I'm so mad. I slept so badly last night!!! I had pieces of dreams here and there and one that I remember but was stupid and non eventful. And weird. But I'll post it anyway. I suspect that it might have something to do with the diet Dr. Pepper I had last night. I never drink diet soda. Who knows, maybe I'm just looking for a scapegoat.

Something about going to a bookstore. I work at a bookstore IRL. But I was going with this guy Phil who was in my computer classes like two years ago and I haven't seen since. I don't even remember what was so important that we needed at the bookstore. I remember that it was an hour away.

Then I'm in the kitchen at my parents' house. I'm getting some ice cream for a bunch of people that are on my back porch. IRL it's screened in, but here there's just a roof. There are some people eating cake and ice cream and as I'm scooping the ice cream out, I realize that it's just a solid brick of ice cream, not even in a box or anything. Then, my neighbor from across the street John comes over and he's all fucked up. He said he was in a motorcycle accident. I thought this was strange because it's my next door neighbor Randy that has the motorcycle, not John. So he was like bleeding still and had a bandage on his hand like it was all wrapped up. And his face is all bruised. And he sits down and my dad's at the other end of the table and John and my dad start discussing how fast he was going and how many RPM's he was up to.

Then I'm on a school bus. I'm watching my other neighbor from across the street Alice, who has graduated college already, get off the bus at a bus stop that is on the opposite end of the street from where we live. Someone sitting in front of me and I are like spying on Alice. We're trying to figure out a way to get off the bus and follow her without her realizing that she's being followed. I wish I became lucid so I could have done December's basic task!!! It's ok, I still have ten nights to try.

To be honest, these are really two dreams, both of which occurred last night. I was attempting a WBTB after about five hours of sleep, but apparently I woke myself up too much, as I only really fell asleep twenty or so minutes before I had to wake up. I'm pretty sure both of these dreams happened in that twenty minutes.

I'm driving on a road which is under construction, slowly passing in front of a mansion. I get the feeling I've been driving in circles, watching this mansion for a good while. However, any time I stop my car, the security cameras positioned around the house 'watch' me intently. Even when I try to hide, I can tell they are still watching. So, I drive around the loop in front of the house one more time- I remember one stretch of the road went down a rather large dirt ravine in a tunnel, before sharply pulling back up. Finally, however, I park my car out of sight, crawl under some leafy bushes, and peer through a minuscule hole, escaping the notice of the cameras. There appears to be some sort of party going on in the mansion, and several nice cars are parked out front. Making a decision, I run out through the front gate and steal a limo that is parked out front. As I start to drive away, I notice two things: a man in a pink bathrobe surrounded by several other people, shaking his fist at me; and a group of security guards closing the front gate. However, there appears to be a hole in the bushes surrounding the mansion, which I drive through, making the security guards jump out of the way at the last second. I drive away, security in pursuit, and somehow manage to get my limo flung up into the air, with me inside. (This was after driving up the side of the ravine mentioned earlier.) When I land, I take a much smaller, more practical car, and drive away in it.

I didn't realize it then, but much of that last dream was probably inspired by Grand Theft Auto IV, a game which I own, even though I haven't played it in a while. This next was is relatively more simple, but seems more vivid in my mind. I would say I had this one after the GTA dream.

I'm going back to school the first day of my sophomore year. I'm taking a zero hour class, so I'm at school an hour earlier than most people. My zero hour class is chemistry, which interestingly enough I've already taken, and I know all of my classmates, but not the teacher. We do this class on computers, but I don't think we actually do much, saying this is the first day. Next, we have homeroom, but I don't know what room I'm supposed to go to. I get by the library, where the class listings are, and find my name. However, I also realize that I have no shoes on, even though I did earlier. I retrace my steps, and locate my shoes in the stairwell. I finally go to my homeroom at the guidance office, where a bunch of other kids are waiting, saying that the door is locked.

Key:
Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
i inner awareness, a action, f form, c context

Prison Complex

I was in some kind of prison complex ( c ). I felt as though I was trying to or wanted to escape. Briefly the perspective was third person and from a 2d side on perspective like a 2d side scrolling brawler or platform game ( c,i ).

Back in the first person view I was standing in a hallway. The walls, floor, ceiling, everything was grey concrete. There was a large dark window on the wall looking in to a room and a mop and bucket next to me. I moved forward slightly and as I passed a corner I noticed there was a prisoner next to me. I knew he wasn't a real prisoner. I had a sense of injustice, and I think I said something to the effect of it being unfair. The fake prisoner punched me. He had a silver coloured ring on.

Soylent Green is People!

I was at secondary school sitting in the boys changing rooms with the other people that were in my year and a few years either way above and below ( c ). We were going to be turned in to some kind of stew to feed to the current generation of kids at the school. It was supposed to make them more intelligent by absorbing the knowledge of those who had come before them, and thus raise the status of the school ( c ). I recalled that they must have done this back when we were at school and thought of S's eldest brother being turned in to a stew and having ate him.

We were being led out of the changing rooms towards the main entrance and outside when myself and some others were removed from the line by Mrs. M ( c ). Apparently we were being spared to be part of some special group. We were standing around outside of the main entrance. I only recognised L ( c ). She was standing across from me looking disinterested. Mrs. M explained that we were going to have some special procedure done that would make us unable to hear a certain frequency of sound. She ten revealed that I already naturally was unable to hear the frequency, and I recalled that this was true ( c,i ).

Along with the ability to hear the particular frequency, we would also gain the ability to not be detected by a certain scanning device ( c,f ). I imagined a strange hand-held device with a blue light on top of an antenna that would beep faster when it was facing its target person. I was then talking with L and explained that the downside to not being able to hear the frequency was not being able to hear some alarms.

I woke up with tinnitus...

Puppy Cake

I was in a supermarket. Everything looked like a cartoon ( f,c ). I was looking over at an aisle with cereal on the shelves. There were men dressed like superheroes. One in particular was dressed in a purple suit. He was wearing glasses over the face mask. and had regular looking shoes on. I knew he wasn't a real superhero but was doing some kind of promotion related to the cereal.

I was in a queue for the checkout with Joe from Family Guy ( c ). He was still a cartoon but his hands and arms looked real ( f ). We shook hands -- his hands were extremely sweaty and it was kind of gross. I could see the sweat on his palms. The superhero guy shouted over to us that the cereal Joe was buying wasn't as good unless you ate it where it was made. It was some kind of chocolate based cereal in a yellow box. Joe replied that Quahog was where it was made, and that was where we were ( c ). Then we high-fived, and again his hands were really sweaty.

I was suddenly holding a blancmange and cake based dessert ( f ). It was in the shape of the face of a dog. It was white with brown ears and had it's tongue out. The eyes were not quite on centre, so it looked a bit retarded. I placed it on the checkout conveyor. Joe's wife commented that it looked just like a dog they used to have that died. We started to eat it then and there. When we bit in to it, it made a strange noise ( f ). Joe's wife commented that the dog they had made the exact same strange noise...

#952:
Date: July 19th, 2010
Length: 3 minutes

I'm on the lawn in front of some large mansion, which is apparently where I'm staying with my family. The mansion has taken fire, and I've apparently just run out to safety. I just stand there for a while, not really doing anything.

The dream seems to flash forward here, and I find myself back in high school, on a regular day of class. I have apparently just found out that my dad and brother died in the fire. Shocked and sobbing, I'm escorted to some history class by a couple of people (in suits?). In there, the teacher offers her condolences, but tells me I'll still have to do my presentation today.

I sit down, still in tears, sort of trying to think about what I'm going to say during my presentation, but unable to really focus. No one around me seems to know what happened, and a girl in front of me turns around and asks. I explain, and she seems really sorry for me. She puts a hand on my shoulder and tries to comfort me. I tell her that this whole story seems a bit strange to me, and that I can feel that something isn't right but can't quite figure it out. We discuss what I can remember from the fire, and I tell her that the strangest thing in all of this is that the place that burned down isn't even where we actually live. I keep thinking about this, and realize that one explanation would be that this is a dream. On the off chance that it is, I decide to try to wake myself up. I close my eyes forcefully, focus, and then reopen them quickly -- in real life.




#953:
Date: July 19th, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

I'm in some kind of a desert-like area, in a large network of canyons where a soccer game is apparently being played. I'm some distance away, near some guy I used to know and a couch with two video game controllers on it. Apparently I can control one of the players using the controllers, or just walk up to the game and play in it myself. I chat with the guy for a while, and I think he picks up one controller. I think I ended up walking towards the "field", and I noticed several of the players were professionals (I recall seeing Puyol). One side was basically getting destroyed, with the ball constantly near their goal.

07/20/10

I take invulnerability for granted.

I'm chasing after a kid on skis, speeding down a snow covered hill in Ixburg. Since when does Ixburg have hills, anyway?

When I get to the bottom, the kid is jumping onto the nose of a helicopter. The helicopter sways dangerously, the kid's weight moving it off balance. I'm the pilot now, trying to keep the machine on course.

I'm in my high school, in English with my eighth grade class. Our homeroom teacher says we have to get our heads in the game, as we'll be in grade twelve before we know it, and that'll be goddamn hard.

"Grade 12 was easy," I mutter.

A couple classmates look at me incredulously.

"Time travel." I shrug.

I go outside. I'm standing in the courtyard in front of the school when Mal Reynolds swoops in, shouting that we've lost Zoe - she's been kidnapped.

I call Zoe's cell, not really expecting her to pick up. The phone does get picked up, though, and I hear a male voice on the other end. We chat about kidnapping and hypothetical ways that everybody can get what they want, like our first mate back in one piece. We get along very well.

I tell Mal that he can land Serenity (the ship) on the top of the Ixburg apartment block. Wait, do my parents still live there? It's really hard for me to remember where in the timeline we are. I know that I'm dreaming, but it doesn't really register as important.

Walking along the top of the hill, I look at the horizon, and am surprised to realize that it's suddenly a lot lower. I'm walking along the cliff side of the Stawamus Chief, looking out over Squamish.

I happily run through what seems like a set freerunning route, making impossible jumps and pushing myself farther than I ever would in real life. I aim for a two-inch stick jutting up for the ground, try to land on the top -

Later, I poke around outside of a missile launch site. Some kind of shuttle is getting sent up into the air, and I'm informed via comlink that anyone outside is about to die a horrible and painful death. The countdown has already started.

I see two more people snooping around, both guys dressed in black. They seem clumsy and incompetent, and I wave at them when they finally notice me. They stalk towards me threateningly.

...three, two, one, lift off!

The air is filled with swirling shards of glass. White light burns down from above, refracted by the bloody glass and singeing the ground below.

The moment ends. The two thugs are a charred mass of bone, strewn about the untouched grass.

I wander down another hill, into an alley. I'm with a group of boys, and we've all joined up our bicycles into a chain that we've lit up with Christmas lights. Another bike speeds down the alley, lit up with neon, and I take a moment to appreciate how awesome it looks.

The boy at the front of the chain doesn't notice, though. He cuts off the neon-lit bike, and the rider crashes into the second and third bikes in the chain.

The four boys are swearing at each other, and the situation is about to escalate into violence. Calmly, I go over to the broken neon bike, and fix the chain and the broken cables. The owner notices that I'm touching his bike, and it distantly occurs to me that he might try to pick a fight with me next. I'm not worried.

The light sputters back into life.

Hills. Scare Factor: 2.

I wrote a couple interesting dreams in my handwritten journal this weekend. I'll make time to type them up sometime this week. I had a really vague string of lucid FAs, too.

ETA: "rocket launch, people die" was scribbled in the margins of my notebook. I can't believe I missed that. I bet it was exciting.

TW had a really neat bedroom and was showing IE shots of it through webcam. He had brown and cream-coloured, stripey sheets on his bed (lol I think my new housemate has this), which was a double bed, with a matching lampshade.

MicroTorrent was ruining everyone's internet. Even the Barack Obama's, haha. It was some opposition leader's evil plan to ruin the internet for all.

There was some shop where we could buy stuff. I don't know what stuff though.

Note: Having not have accomplished any of my goals from last night, those goals just carried over to tonight aside from the fact Nomad warned of a Templar attack last night and there was no such warning about tonight. Unfortunately, I was not successful in entering a WILD…

I was in a city, moving around amongst some buildings. It seemed I was in a neighborhood at the edge of a downtown area as there were both single family homes and a few tall buildings around. I was there with Tigress and MoSh, and we all had large caliber weapons with us. Since I'm not familiar with fire arms I'm not sure exactly what kind of gun I had, but I know there were shotgun shells involved… and another kind of bullet… my knowledge of guns stops with pointing them and pulling the trigger. >.< The reason for the weapons was quickly revealed as zombies came from around a corner and at us. As I said above, I know how to point a gun and shoot. So I did that and fired at the approaching zombies, aiming for the heads. The heads literally exploded as the bullets hit their mark. I found I was actually a better shot than I had realized, so far I hadn't missed a single shot.

Tigress, MoSh, and I entered a tall building where we knew there were people trapped on an upper level. We had to fight our way through the building and up the stairwell to the tenth floor where the people were trapped. They had become trapped as they had been trying to escape, but the stairwell was completely blocked by zombies and they hadn't had enough ammunition to even try to get through. The three of us shot our way through the zombies until we got to the tenth floor door, then we went onto the floor. Someone pointed a gun at us, but then showed their obvious relief when they saw we weren't zombies. We told them that the path to the bottom floor was clear of zombies now so they could get out of the building and to the shelter. They quickly left. I wondered if there might be anyone else on the level, and apparently Tigress and MoSh had the same idea because they continued searching. I went with her to cover them and to help them look.

Upon opening an office door I saw a man in the corner, crouched there with a clearly wounded leg, he raised his gun reflexively and fired. He saw we weren't zombies at the last minute and pulled the gun to the side, which caused him to shoot a golden retriever lying at his feet. He shot the dog three times before he stopped shooting, then yelled in horror and grief, and started sobbing over the dog. The dog was just injured, not dead, so I went over and healed the dog right away.

The man had been bitten by zombies several times, and it was surely only a matter of time before he turned to a zombie. He said he knew that would happen and he wanted to die before he turned. I put a bullet in his brain before we took the dog and continued searching. There were only a couple zombies left wandering around on this level, and we quickly dispatched them. The dog searched out several more survivors in the building before we heard a loud roaring noise from up above. That sounded like our cue to get out of there. The rest of us went back down the stairwell and into the main lobby area. The survivors ran out the door and disappeared into the night, no doubt heading for the shelter, as the crashing sounds from above got louder and closer. The dog had its hackles raised and was snarling menacingly at the elevator door.

With a loud crash and a blast of dust and debris a huge creature hit the bottom of the elevator shaft and crawled out… or at least part of it crawled out… this thing was like nothing I have ever seen before, it is really hard to even try to describe it. But as close as I can come, the thing coming out of the elevator shaft was like a long tentacle with a mouth in the end, that mouth was filled with razor sharp teeth, and it was pretty clear that the main mass of the monster was still partially up the elevator shaft… Well, no matter what the whole thing looked like, Tigress, MoSh and I opened all up on the thing with all the firepower we had, I found my gun also fired grenades as I shot the grenades up towards the damaged wall where the main mass of the creature would be. There were many explosions, I wasn't sure who had shot what, and finally there was a huge and messy explosion within the elevator shaft, the thing let out an unearthly screech of pain or anger or both… and then the entire building started to shake. Tigress, MoSh, and I barely got out of the building before it collapsed in a massive cloud of dust and debris.

Now the three of us split up to search through the neighborhood for any other survivors. We stayed together for a while because the dog was leading us to everyone who needed help. As we found a few more dogs, we split up to search faster By the time we reached the other end of the neighborhood I alone had rescued 12 people, 15 cats, and 10 dogs. Somehow the cats and dogs knew to stay with me, and the three of us came back to the shelter being followed by all of these people and animals. The golden retriever with us seemed quite pleased with itself at having led us to all of those people and animals. I was petting some of the cats when I noticed everything seemed unstable, I was beginning to consider doing a reality check but I woke up before I could.

1. I'm engaged in a 2 vs 2 duel of Yugioh. My dream body is that of Yugi himself, and I'm teamed with Kaiba against Joey and some random DC. Everyone's cards have different backs instead of the standard vortex; my own have the Cinderella Castle from Walt Disney World. The game proceeds for a while, and Kaiba eventually summons a White Eyes Black Dragon which wipes out the other players. As we clear the table, there's some confusion as to whose cards are whose (even with the different backs). Suddenly I'm not Yugi anymore, and Kaiba asks me if I want to a draft of Magic the Gathering.

2. I'm in a hotel for an unspecified reason with my friend M from college. Our mutual friend Z has died, leaving us to write grief-stricken.

These aren't very descriptive since I haven't gotten a change to write them down till now.

These two dreams were very real. I had trouble remembering whether or not I had dreamt when I woke up.

7/19/2010:

Can't remember much of it now, but I was in our school cafeteria(it was smaller than it should be though, less than half the size), with a bunch of friends, as well as an acquaintance about 3 years older than me. It was a welcoming orientation, and they had food. Mostly deserts and treats like cake and pastries.
Our principal said something about the rising seniors, and all the seniors got up and started going pretty crazy.
I remember eating a pastry and then not wanting it anymore, and so throwing it in a cup. The cup was filled with orange soda as I later discovered and I had an "oh s***" moment.
Later there was cake, and I don't think I had any but i did start to eat it with a fork.

7/20/2010:

I was listening to a friend(I haven't known him long), and he was talking to me excitedly about how he had reverse engineered this web program, and it was some sort of google maps-esque program but for planning bus routes, and than he presented his idea to a board of people.
The board didn't really like his idea for some reason, and I think there was a technical difficulty with the projector or something, and one of my other friends thought he could fix it, and then I tried to fix it, and everybody started getting loud, so someone shouted "Calm Down!" And I repeated it saying it louder.
And then, my friend who thought he could fix the technical difficulty was shouting at me to calm down, and while shouting at me, he was spitting and a bunch of saliva landed on the back of my hand, and I stared at my hand and was like "eww" and it felt pretty real, and then that was pretty much the end of the dream.


I didn't notice anything strange about my hand when I was looking at it, and I can't seem to find any dream signs for me.