non-lucid

I'm sorry. I'm tired right now. I'll fix all of the formatting later. End of night 2 and I've been practicing RCs and positive enforcement before going to bed. My dreams are easier to remember, it seems like, but we'll see. Nothing lucid yet.

I only remember fragments of this dream. My friend Phil and I drove up to some house in a different state to go play music together with our buddy Nate.It was a random aquatints house, Zebs.. Once we got there the interior was all white and dressed in a very modern style. We walked through a hardwood kitchen and then down some carpeted steps into a basement that was also carpeted. There was a guitar on a stand in the corner of the stairs. The stand was black. We continued to walk and as we were in the basement we started to hear some noise. We went into this room in the corner and Tate was in there already. I was surprised he managed to get there without needing a ride. He was sitting cross legged on the ground and wearing a black beanie. He was playing with his cell phone and making it make weird noises. He grinned when he saw us. I was nervous about bothering Zebs parents in the room next to us so I suggested we practice our songs without my drums. Nate said ok and started tuning his guitar. When I watched and heard him tune his guitar it was weirdly vivid. Qhen he got finished doing it I turned to Phil and him at the same time and explained how my "specially rigged" pa system works, at my house in my waking life. I showed them a
mixer with a cable running off of it and told them that we could run headphones from the headphone splitter and practice almost without noise. and then, not sure what happened, Nate got up and said he had to go. We didn't play any songs though! So I suggested to Phil that we play along with an ipod to the cover songs we wanted to do. He was up for it. in the corner of the room was some sort of mini speaker system made specifically for plugging ipods in. I was ecstatic that we were still going to be able to practice but I wasn't sure if I had all the proper cords to plug my ipod in. And then for some reason Lawrence was there. He was only there for a little bit. I don't remember how he got there or why but i only remember him suddenly having to go. As he was walking away I mentioned "that girl from kirkland" adding me on facebook and how I was super stoked about it. And then, grinning, i told him i guessed she was just a random facebook adder so it didn't mean anything. He looked at me for what seemed a little while before saying that he went to school with her. And she mentioned that she knew me from one of her classes. He then went on and said "but I'm in all of her classes. I don't know what she's talking about." I remember feeling a bit defensive like i had to cover something up so I said: "at the show she and i talked". He left.

Today I dreamed that I was working at brew and grow and in the back of the store, for some reason, I was pretty much "babysitting" some sort of convict. He was wearing a white t shirt and had handcuffs on. Attached to his hand cuffs, being dragged along the floor, was a big round stone block to keep him from running. I remember a police officer was sent to the store to help me watch him. He first showed up, at the beginning of the day, and I hadn't had time to set up for him. So while he was there, talking to his wife, I set up a wooden fold out table and put four chairs around it.One for me, one for him, one for the convict, and one for a co worker. I remember the table was dirty and a little wobbly. and then I also put some white papers on it. I can't remember what it was.After I set up the station at the back of the store, in the warehouse, I remember watching as he and his wife walked around the store in a big square. They mentioned showplace 16 and were trying to figure out a time to go see the movie "inception". He suggested a later showing, 9 or 10 i think, and then I interrupted and told them that I was going to the 7:30. That was an earlier showtime and, I guess, in my dream I only worked until 6 so I'd have plenty of time to get there. They didn't like the suggestion and mentioned something about how his work dictates his hours and 7:30 is too late for him since he has to get up early. I said "OK" but in my mind didn't understand how going to an early showing, so he could get more sleep, was a bad thing. While they were walking around I walked up to the front of the store and saw Mike on the ground by the big safe. He had his head in his hands and seemed to be hiding behind a garbage bag but he was kind of grinning. I’m guessing he was being dramatic because a police officer was there and he was nervous. We stayed at brew and grow for awhile, I don't remember any specifics other than the fact that a few times I remember being at the front counters talking to customers.

After that we left and went outside to go for a walk with the convict. It was me, the convict, the police officer, and someone I work with. It was a beautiful day out. Blue skies and everything was vibrant and green. For some reason it seemed like some kind of fair was going on. So we began taking a big long walk. Surprisingly the convict seemed to be enjoying himself. He was white and a little bit overweight. The police officer frequently stopped on our walk to talk to people or give them hugs and handshakes. The convict didn't like us, I don't think, but grinned and said "damn are you nice guys, except when you arrest me" and he was laughing when he said it. We kept walking and then I remember somebody
attacking the convict. He had a sloped forehead and big eyes. He looked like he might have been mentally handicapped. Anyways. He attacked the convict and I had to intervene.
I remember pushing the man back but he came charging back. Finally I grabbed him with both hands and threw him to the ground. My heart was pumping but we kept on walking.

I also remember driving, coming from my wifes old house it seemed like, and into Mount Morris to go hang out with Chris except instead of living at his house he lived where my parents live. I remember a brief flash of the dream where I realized that Lawrence called into work with some BS excuse and so Chris had to work harder or later or something and wasn't sure if we'd be able to hang out. I called and told Chris this but he didn't seem to think it was a big deal. That's all I remember. I only included it because I’ve never dreamed of the same person in 2 separate dreams like that.


So all in all I don't think it was a bad night for dreaming. I, at first, wasn't even going to write but then I decided that I needed to get into this habit and put more effort into it. And so I did and ended up remembering way more than I thought I would. It's a real cool feeling to be able to suddenly recall all of this.

I think I'm making some progress. In fact I think I almost became lucid. When, in my first dream, the Police Officers wife and I were talking about show times for the movie "Inception" in my head I just couldn't wrap my mind around her math. It just didn't add up. Oh well, til tomorrow!

21.07.2010

Poptarts Produce Ants (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember I was in my dining room with my cousin Tj, my cousin Lauren, and my uncle Tom. Where my cousin, Adriana, sat a few days ago, was a melted poptart. I figured she left it there. Ants started coming out of the poptart, so I told my sister. I remember my dad got the hose to clean it.

So I woke up this morning pretty sure that I didn't remember any of my dreams. I got frustrated and almost just went off to work without even trying to write here or try hard to remember. Almost. I tried extremely hard to remember and then, almost like a memory I had had a long time ago, my entire dream suddenly popped into my head. I don't know about all of you but that is an amazing feeling when you finally unlock the memory of the night before. Anyway, the dreams weren't that weird but they definitely fell into my normal dream sign themes.

The Family Reunion

I'm in an old, red Corvette from the 60s or 70s, driving around the country trying to find my grandparents' house. The only problem is the Corvette only has two speeds: fast or stopped. I drive down the road their house is on but I can't stop in time so I pass it. I end up in the grass in their neighbors yard. I then turn the car around, get a long head start through their neighbor's yard and drift into the makeshift parking lot in my grandparents yard. Although I don't park where I wanted to, I am still safely at my destination. I get out of the car and walk inside to be greeted by my whole family. They are all wearing casual clothing but I'm wearing dress pants and a nice shirt. I get frustrated because the dress pants are too hot and uncomfortable and I want to take them off but my mom doesn't allow it. I trudge off downstairs and start watching TV when a very attractive older lady walks downstairs. (I don't recognize her but I know she is not family from instinct) She begins to take my pants off and asks if I want sexual favors done to me. I don't reply so she starts to do things to me for a little while and then she leaves. I am happier that the uncomfortable pants are off than that I just received sexual favors from a hot mom. I then examine my legs because they suddenly start to itch. I see a little red dot at the same location on both legs so I take a knife and cut the skin where the dots are. I stick my fingers in the wounds and pull out too little computer chips. Without having any second thoughts about the chips, I discard them and go upstairs to get new pants on. I find a bag on the couch in the living room that is filled with t-shirts and athletic shorts. I am extremely relieved and put on the new attire as quickly as possible.

Another dream or continuation of family reunion:

My immediate family is in a large van seating around 8 people. I know my sister, mother, and 4 other people not in my family are in the back of the van but I can only see my dad driving while I sit in the passenger seat. We are trying to get to a grocery store but the weather outside is getting worse and worse. It is very dark and raining but we finally arrive at what appears to be a Kroger. When we get inside, I walk around the fresh produce aisle doing absolutely nothing but admiring the colorfulness of the produce. My dad yells at me from the checkout line and tells me it's time to go. We get back in the car and are driving home when the sky turns an odd color green. We are at an intersection and I look to the right and see a tornado coming up the street perpendicular to us. My dad puts the car in park and we all watch as the tornado passes right in front of us on its path down the road. We turn right at the intersection and see a smaller tornado following the path of the larger one we had just witnessed. We can tell the weather is getting worse and worse every second so we turn off the road, drive behind a car dealership, to a large warehouse. When we pass the car dealership I notice many of the cars have the top down so I ask my dad if I can go help them and he says no. We run into the warehouse from the van with my family and the 4 others. In the warehouse were probably 20 stations. At each of these stations there was a worker and a work table that consisted of a conveyor belt and a sewing machine. The boss asked my mom and I if we could help them and we agree to help. He hands us pieces and we assemble them as if by memory. I have a little but of trouble putting the last few things together on it but my mom quickly helps me. The final product is orange and has "United Airlines" in red and blue painted on it. I thought it was some kind book holder for plane rides but I wasn't sure. Then, I look over to the benches lining the walls of the warehouse where the rest of the van passengers were seated. My mom and I had been sitting on the floor by one of the stations when we were assembling those things. My mom asks the boss whether we can help more and he says no. She gets teary and asks to go sit by my dad. She squeezes in the bench which has barely enough room for everyone. I finally look at the people who were in the back of the van. It was another family that I assumed were friends. I look at the daughter of the other family who was slightly overweight and smile and she smiles back.

I am extremely happy that I finally remembered this dream this morning. I've been reading Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams and I already have a few thoughts about this dream. The pants being hot and uncomfortable could have been due to an external stimulus such as my legs being hot under my blankets. Also, since Freud believes many dreams stem from childhood memories, family reunions, taking a lot of advice from my parents, old family houses, and the theme of not driving or not driving well makes complete sense. Although my dreams aren't the craziest or "coolest", I really do get a lot out of them because they are pretty easily interpretable.

Matt's Kangaroo Destroys the House

I have no idea what house I'm in but there are a couple of dogs running around and someone says that we should let Matt's kangaroos out. So I look and in the closet is a kangaroo. There is another on in kind of a dog crate, but with a particle board door on the front. They're not full grown kangaroos. One of them is really sweet and gentle and the other one is jumping around like an asshole knocking shit over and fucking the house up. I'm mad about this.

Express is not What it Used to Be

I walk into an Express store that I feel like I've worked at before in another dream. I walk straight up to the counter and talk to Frank who is the manager according to his nametag. On the opposite side of the counter is The Skank. I have no idea why she was there, but I think she was just a customer. It was questionable. I saw her at the grocery store during the day, I think that's why she was in my dream. So I'm talking to Frank, asking him when I can do some volunteer work there. He yelled to another girl who was working there when her next volunteer shift was and she didn't say when, but that she was making fifty cents an hour when she was doing her volunteer work.

Next thing I know, I'm actually working there. I think I just left the counter and started helping some guys pick out some sweaters. I asked someone on their way out if they got everything they needed and they said they got the shoes they wanted and thank you very much. I walked around the store and saw maybe eight or ten tables lined up. Each table had a different style of pants on it. There was only enough room for each table to hold one stack of pants. The tables were pine and oval like a kitchen table. I found this very odd and wondered what happened to the other tables we used to have. They were a lot nicer. So I asked someone else who was working there, "What happened to the square mahogany tables we used to have?" And I just got a blank stare. I found another girl to talk to and I asked her, "is the dry erase board with all the numbers from around the district still there?" She nodded yes. Then I turned to look at this display against the wall. It was a ton of glass cubes each holding I think shoes? But they were nasty dirty. So I grabbed some Windex and paper towels and started cleaning them. Then I kind of just dropped what I was doing to help someone in the fitting rooms and one guy came out in a striped dress shirt and I told him, "the size is just right, a large would be too large and a small would be too small!" He seemed very happy about this. Then a guy came out of the next fitting room and he looked great, too, and I told him so. No one wanted to get naked for me. Thank God!

Hotel John Marshall and Weed in the Truck

I'm in a truck in the passenger seat next to the guy that works at Quizno's that served me the Chicken Carbonara that gave me food poisoning the day before. We're looking at the Hotel John Marshall that was on the news last night because two limestone panels fell off the facade. Through the windshield I see Angela who works in General Merchandise at work. We're having a discussion about the hotel and that the squatters who live there are going to be shit out of luck when they turn the building into condos. I'm kind of going off about it, like I'm really angry that those squatters are there. So then she gets into the truck with us and the Quizno's guy lights up a joint and passes it to me. I see no problem with smoking with a manager from work. ha!

Army Boot Camp

I'm in fatigues! I'm in a line of like forty other girls and we're in the woods. There are chairs set up in rows, maybe ten chairs to a row, four rows facing one way and four rows facing the other rows. It's some sort of game. So we all sit down. Then the one girl who I guess was in charge leaves and says we have to find something that she kept in her footlocker. (I think she's keeping our shoes or our cell phones.) Like we're in teams of ten and we have a GPS. So my team starts off single file walking against this chain link fence that's to our right and to our left is a steep incline that is like certain death if we fall down. Six girls just take off really fast and it's me and three other girls trying to navigate around this fence. Ok, we get past the place with the steep incline then we turn a corner and it's like jungle. It looks like a rainforest... except... I look up... and there are huge bigger than person sized killer insects in the trees!!!! Ahhhhhh!!! I am now scared to death! These bugs are low in the trees and we have to kind of squat down and walk underneath them. The fence is still to the right of us. I was debating going slow and stealth so that the bugs wouldn't even know I was there or maybe I should run so that I could just get it over with. I start out slow and then get so freaked out because I brushed the underside of one of the bugs!!! I can't help but run now! I get past all the bugs and do the 'ew get them off of me' dance. I have no idea where the other girls went.

I had food poisoning yesterday!!! Bad Quizno's!!! I was up and down all night. I only remember two snippetts of dreams:

Movie Theater

Andrea and I were at a movie theater. The movie hadn't started yet and the lights were still on. We went to the left hand side of the theater near the back. We didn't sit down but just kind of stood there looking at the people coming in. I turned to A and said, "watch this." I looked at this kinda frumpy looking woman in the middle of the theater who was looking at us and I telepathically told her to take her clothes off. She wasn't paying attention to me and turned and walked away. Then this guy walks into the same row as her and looked directly at us. He was wearing tye-dye scrubs. He stuck his hand into his pants and then his wang came out of his fly like he was wearing boxers. There was something dripping from the tip of it like he was coming, but then it kept going into and out of his penis. I looked at Andrea and said, "This is so weird, it must be a dream." So I was lucid for about a minute tops then I lost it because my stomach hurt and I had to get up and go to the bathroom.

Auntie Lillie's House

Somehow I was in Chicago. I was driving but it didn't feel like driving. Every time I dream about driving it's not like I'm in a car because I don't look at the dashboard at like the speedometer or the interior of the car at all. I pulled up to what I think is a museum. I ran up the marble steps to this huge building and then maybe I realized that I shouldn't be there, or I had something else to do, but this building was not where I was supposed to be.

I get back to the car and drive about one block to what is now my aunt's street. Parked outside is Andrea's car. I almost passed it up, so I threw it in reverse and backed up and parked a couple of spaces behind her. She got out of the car and said, "I didn't want to just go in without you. I didn't know if this was the place because it looks kinda shady." So we walked up the steps to the porch to the door and my aunt opened the door. This house is the same house that was my aunt's house from a dream I had a while ago, but it's not at all like her actual house IRL. Two pug dogs ran out and she scooted them back inside the house. I lose Andrea and walk into the kitchen which is now looking like my grandma's kitchen. At the kitchen table sitting around having a conversation are my grandma and her two sisters. Auntie Lillie is the only one who is still alive today. My grandma was telling a story about something and my Auntie Sophie interrupted and started talking about something completely different. Andrea walks through the doorway and almost steps in a pile of dog poo. Then a dog runs up and starts eating it. It sounds crunchy.

Spin magazine and the CDs within

I'm at Danielle's new house. For some reason there is a stack of Spin magazines on the floor. I open them up and find that each one has a cd inside. I pop them into the computer one by one and rip the music onto the hard drive. I can't get them to play back right. There was a lot more to this, but I can't remember. I slept so badly last night, I woke up almost hourly.

The Beach and the Flying MinPin

Andrea, Danielle, and I are at the beach. I have a miniature pincher and I'm holding him up in the air and pretending he's an airplane because he's just that cute!!! He fits into the two palms of my hands!!!

21.07.2010

Fragment and Snakes (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

1. There was a man, and he needed help with changing font for a business essay or something.

2. I either started at home or in a forest. I'm not totally sure. Anyway, I had a book on snakes with me and my digital camera. I entered the forest, and to my surprise, I spotted a snake right away. It was black, and had yellow striped. I knew it to be non-venomous, but still, I was not sure what snake it was. It may have been a black rat snake or a king snake. I saw it coming towards me, but it actually was approaching another snake that I didn't even notice. It was all brown, and pretty small. I forgot what it was called. I think I even had to check my snake book for this one. I know it was also non-venomous.

All of a sudden, the snakes started to fight. It looked as if they were going to eat each other. Then, an old lady came with her chihuahua. I was worried that the dog was going to get hurt. Instead, it ate the snakes. I told the lady what had happened, but she gave me a dirty look and left.

I went a little deeper into the forest, which is where I saw a pretty large, white snake with reddish stripes. I could not remember what it was called, but I didn't feel like looking it up in the book. I took out my camera to get a picture of it. It slowly was approaching me. I set my camera to wait 10 seconds, and then take a picture. I think right when the flash went off, I appeared in my basement.

My mom was on my computer, I was near a pole in my basement (that is real), and the snake was downstairs too. I attempted to get a picture of it, but it decided to talk. It told me it cannot pass a certain part of the house. When it did, it turned into my dog. It went back, and said it was an albino corn snake. I took a picture of it, but it came out really zoomed in. I then told my mom this was the type of snake I wanted. I think she said no.

I appeared in the same forest, but in a different location. A rosy boa came down from the tree, and talked to me too. He told me about green snakes and how they blend in with the trees. For some reason I started running, but I saw a green snake in the tree. I grabbed it, but it bit me. I think it is non-venomous, but it still was scary. I ran back home on this paved path, and I ended up in my friend's backyard. Somehow, he was my neighbor now. My sister and someone I don't know were in his pool.

I went in my house, ran downstairs, and woke up once I got to the computer.

12/28/2009 Saturday night/ Sunday morning

I'm at school. I know I'm in college for some reason. I'm at work, but on a break. I'm in a building looking at different art exhibits. It's student art and I'm looking at students actually painting stuff. It's kind of like a science fair. I feel like I was judging these exhibits. I looked at and immediately hated the first thing I saw and I don't even know what the art looked like. It just rubbed me the wrong way. The next exhibit wasn't that good, either. I was talking to the guy who was painting. I went to another room and saw this girl painting and whatever she was doing was spectacular. I just wanted to stay there and talk with her about art like all day. Then the guy who I was just talking to and wasn't impressed with came in. I was kind of upset that he was there. I wanted him to leave.

The house under construction and the bathroom

I'm at a construction site again. I was just here like a couple of days ago!! This time, my dad's in charge. The foreman, I guess. I'm just looking around the inside of this house with the beams up for the doorways and walls, but no sheet rock or anything. I vaguely remember friends being there with me. I went to find a bathroom and the toilet wasn't there. So, as brilliant as I am, I found some toilet paper from who knows where and started unrolling it and putting it on a pile on the floor. I guess the objective was to pee on the pile of toilet paper and then dispose of it?? I got interrupted somehow and ended up walking around to the backyard. It was so weird getting there. It was like the house was underground and to get out I had to go to the uppermost level of the house. When I got there I looked out a window to see a detached garage that... how do I describe this? On a garage door, there are four panels that kind of fold when you use the automatic opener. This one only had two, so it was like half as tall as a normal garage. I wondered if the house was for little people.

The backyard and the Kevin Spacey chase

So I'm in the backyard and it's wooded. There's like a track in a circle to walk around in. I see someone running in the track and it's Kevin Spacey. So now, of course, it makes sense to chase him. So I do and he runs off the track and out of the backyard past the house into the neighborhood, where all the other houses on the block are finished. He trips up as he's running down the driveway. Now it makes sense that he take me into the garage of the next door neighbor's house to show me his penis. He starts taking his shirt off and before he can get to his pants, I notice the door from the inside of the garage to the inside of the house is cracked open a little bit.

The guy on the computer jerking off

Inside the house the door is open a little bit to the kitchen. I see sitting at the table with his back to me the guy that lives there working on a laptop. Kevin Spacey is gone now. The guy on the computer is flipping between playing online poker and looking at porn. He's clearly jerking off. He is jerking off so much that his penis explodes. Not like a fiery explosion, just like poof, in half, and now he has no more penis. Now Andrea's with me at this random house that we're not supposed to be in. The guy leaves and we decide to check out the house. Looking for what I don't know.

Escaping the house

Now we're trying to leave the house and we're back in the garage and we see out a window the guy who lives there coming home with his wife who has the biggest boobs you've ever seen on a woman. And he's got an ice pack between his legs and is walking funny. They're getting out of the car in the driveway. Andrea and I hide under the car that's in the garage. They don't notice us and we go out the side door. Now we're cutting across everyone's front lawns going I don't know, maybe home? Now we have four Rubbermaid bins that go under the bed, two green, two red, and we're sliding them across the lawns. I look back and Andrea is asking me where her sister is. I told her she's still at the house and she tells me that I better call her or text her and tell her to get out of there because the people are home. So I try to text her on my phone but who knows what I said to her because all of a sudden I forget how to make intelligible words.

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.