non-lucid

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

Dream 1 - Long hair
So I had a dream where I saw my reflection and I had some kickass hairstyle. I felt like a damn lion. My fringe was kind of short and spiked up at the front, the rest of my hair was long and straight but kind of flowed into spikes too. The appearance itself looked electric. I can't remember clearly but I think my hair was white too. I wandered around for a while thinking how badass I looked, catching snippets of looks into reflections from car windows and stuff. But I had yet to properly look into a mirror, and when I did... Man I was shocked O_O. Like my hairline had receded and it looked all weird, then I woke up... What a bad end to such a cool hair style :/

Dream 2 - dream fragment
I remember racing cars and stuff.. Super vague.

Notes: I've been reading A LOT lately, hours and hours and hours I've spent reading until late every night just completely immersed. That's why my dream recall has been so shoddy, as I've had a bad sleep cycle. I'm also quite indolent :/.

It's night time and dark, I'm in a a town center. I enter a bar. By a video poker machine a friend of mine puts in his few remaining coins, hoping to hit it big. To my complete surprise he gets a full house and the coins come rushing out the return slot, he and I both smile with excitement. I look at the people in it, they all look a bit odd, some are very short, others have weirdly exaggerated features, I see a few people in wheelchairs without legs. All of them are middle-aged men. The cigar and cigarette smoke is too much for me and I leave, out into the cool night air.

Outside as I walk down the familiar square, the light posts illuminating the street, I see small pictures placed around. They are painted by kids and look pretty abstract, they all have descriptions in two languages under them. Are they made by students of my old school?

By the train station where I left my bike there is a small, maniacal man on a bicycle, he's dressed like a biker with a leather jacket, a bandanna covers his face and he is wearing sunglasses. He is really annoying, driving circles around and around past people, he reminds me of a mosquito that I want to swat. As he passes me again and I turn to look at him I see a guy behind me kick him hard and the guy falls off the bike, what a relief. The maniacal guy gets on the bike again and drives right at me, I kick him in self defense, he hits my right ankle. I wake up with it feeling a bit sore.


In an episode of Rick and Morty, we are in some kind of odd, orange-colored place, the hills warp up and down. Morty is trying to get a giant boat into dock, there is no water though, must be sci-fi boats. In the large hangers I see each boat is named "Giant of the Sea". Rick wonders why all boats are named so lamely.

Gerry is walking around, the parking of the boats, or something else, has torn up the hillsides and the roads, he is pretty confused. An alien doctor gives him a drug that makes him totally content and happy. He continues walking, saying it's amazing that he can just be and feel completely contented, he doesn't even feel as if he'd ever want to take the drug again.

With my mom and sister on a train, outside it looks cold and sunny. We are sitting in the space by the door, as if the train is very full. A conductor comes by to sell tickets, I have no money and just ignore him. Right afterward a ticket inspector comes by, I feel a sting of panic. They check my sister's and my mom's ticket. When the bald, bearded and tough inspector looks at me, my mom says I live really far away, I'm just using this train to connect. I feign illness and a few very good looking female conductors in uniform come and help me out of the train and on to the platfrom. It looks like one of the stops outside the larger city, snowy and busy. I pretend I can hardly stand up and pretend to almost fall over a few times. I feel shame for doing this but also don't want to get a fine. Eventually when I get far enough from the train I "drag" myself away and thank them for helping.

My cellphone rings and it's my friend S who wants my opinion on a board game she is developing. She wants me to come over and take a look at it. I'm walking through the windowless halls of the train station, talking on the phone and at the same time trying to find my way through. I reach another windowless room where I can see a small nursery, orangey light comes from the fluorescent overhead lamps. Turning around to go back down the staircase I reminisce to S how I used to love board games as a kid and had a large collection, I see some board games on a small table before I leave the room, I'm glad she asked me for my opinion.

Buying lobsters and crayfish with my mom on sunny day, I didn't know she liked to at them. We go down a road by the coast where there are lots of wooden cabins that sell them. My sister is nice to me and talks to me about getting life on track. Isee a cousin of mine, there are DVDs on the table, I recognize Who Framed Roger Rabbit and some other 90's movies, haven't watched those in a while. I'm wearing different paired socks. I apologize about falling asleep watching South Park and leaving the TV on.


Sunset, images of a discussion on the religious experience on papyrus or parchment, ink words in Latin. I make out the word "DivinicusHorror", something about awe? Outside an apartment, there are people who live here that started a Reddit thread about the subject. I climb up the stairs outside and get to their door. I hesitate to knock, there are others here with the same thing in mind. As the rest leave I get a sting of courage and I knock on the door. It opens and a young guy answers it. I ask him "hey, heard of about your discussion. Want to talk?", thinking I have nothing to lose. He lets us in, and I start shaking everyone's hands. Some of the handshakes are awkward, our hands go in the wrong place but we nevertheless try to continue the shake.

More people come it. A group of girls come in and I meet one of them. She has a green dress and and I think she has red hair? I ask her where she's from and she says she's from Sweden. I get nervous, say I'm from pretty much everywhere. She holds on to my hand and I swirl her around and I sink into a hypnotic state, I look into her eyes and she continues, says she took the train here. As I swirl her around with my one hand I see her face begins to turn small and white and her eyes become beady and small and black, like an alien.

I was too tired to get up and write my dreams down so forgot loads today.

There was a large container full of slugs, next time I looked it was full of hundreds of baby rats. I like rats so this was a nice thing for me to see. I came back to the container to find the rats had all been drowned and someone had started dissecting some of them, I wondered if it was one of my children, and I was very upset. Somehow I then saw a female vet stood behind a counter and she started crying because all the baby rats had died.

I also remember talking with a friend and the discussion was about how to spell the name of where we went on holiday.

Woke up far less sleepy that yesterday, Yay! Mighty kitty grumpy because I forgot that it was brushing day... Less yay. He still sport the "I didn't scratch you on purpose, honest!" look. Does anyone know if cat hairs can play a role in dream lucidity?

I am on a vacation trip in a amusement park alongside a brown haired woman I don't know but I'm friendly with. We're riding a rollercoaster and she tells me that she want to go to space montain next. I agree, mainly because I haven't do it before. I have no idea if I end up ridding it tho, because in the next scene I'm busing taking place on a train with my family. The whole interior is brightly illuminated, with white plastic-y, shiny walls and beige carpet. There are small, airplane-like windows placed next to the chairs, and it looks more like a plane than a train. We get down in a underground station then walk through an badly lighted tunnel with a lot of people. A bright red wooden cart pulled by two small, black cows with long curved horns is advancing alongside us for a moment, decorated with golden bells and other fancy sculpts.
I end up in a very luxurious appartment, wanting to take a shower. I'm seemingly alone and find the bathroom. It's ginormous and slightly loopsized, completely tilded save for a small spot auround the oval mirror. There is five showerhead and I choose the one close to the door and window since it get the better light. I start showering, the water is nicely warm and the soap lather without problem. While I'm rinsing off I hear voices and see the door knob move, I quickly jump out and grab a long bathrobe before getting out. There is a man and his wife, the owners of the place who are allowing us here. I walk out on the terrace, it's so big it have a garden complete with trees! my family is sitting around a plastic table so I join in. My father get up and spill hair accessoiries over the table, tiny hair clips and elastic in almond green and black, visibly annoyed at me since I'm not using them even thought he paied for them.
I woke up slightly puzzled.

The dream I had was so vivid and so normal that it could be interchangeable with reality... I was going through the hallway to my office at my workplace. It was morning and it was dark. I unlocked the door and got to my desk. I connected my computer to a grid and started the OS W10. Then I went through e-mails. Nothing out of ordinary, some spam for immediate deletion and some other mails for reading and to deal with...
Then I opened my other e-mail client(Gmail) and there was one mail for me from someone who is very unlikely to write me. I opened it and there was something like apologizing poem. I didn't know what to think of it. I didn't know what to write as reaction... My mind was blank. I closed the client and went to laboratory thinking about possible answers... contemplating about possible outcomes.

Remarks
I think, this could be something like premonition... It is not sure when this could happen if it will happen, but it could be at the days when there is a dark morning... november, december, january...
It doesn't need to be premonition, of course. But I will have a record of it, if it is the one
I know what I would write now... To deny forgiveness means to leave myself in the denial and to shift to the wrong side of the conflict.

Morning of September 24, 2015. Thursday.




Firstly in my dream, I seem to be living in the Stadcor Street house in Brisbane, but it eventually transforms into a much larger structure that seems partly embedded in a mountain, as there are rooms that are like caves later on. Prior to the shifting setting change, there is a young male that appears to have some sort of medical problem. He claims to have a toothache that is supposedly related to a headache even though the “headache” (the source being near the top of his head and related to a protruding blood vein) is somehow in his jaw. The male reminds me of a younger version of my wife’s brother George (Gyorgy). I ask him if I can help in any way, but he seems more annoyed by the present living arrangements than his continuous pain and potential nearing demise.

There are two other people in the house who may be younger versions of two of our children (oldest son and daughter). At one point, I teach some Russian, but it is mainly only two rows of audio-based prompts on a computer screen and primarily relates to pronouns, including variations of “I” and “me”; “ya”, “menya”, and “mne”. Over time, I become aware of there being more people around.

There is seemingly a nuclear explosion in the distance, but very loud in my dream’s immediate setting. When I look out, however, it looks quite odd, like narrow clustered columns of pink and orange smoke rising high into the sky in the distance, right on the horizon (from an unknown city). This seems to mean that modern society, for the most part, no longer exists. I notice our home seems to be isolated and within a composite of desert and meadow, with no signs of any other buildings. However, I still hear several dogs barking at the distant explosion, which almost seems to be a good sign.

We now live in an unusual composite of large cave and house, though with a layout somewhat like a shopping mall, with a public court and an additional adjoining building or group of buildings. Someone (unknown) says that the monster can now leave - which relates to the nuclear event somehow or the fact that there are not many people left in the world for it to terrorize. A door is opened somewhere in the cave-building that had kept the monster trapped, and the front door to outside is also opened. The “monster” leaves on its own accord after randomly wandering through various rooms to find its way out. It looks like an ordinary warthog as it passively walks out the main entrance. There is no threat or drama or concern of any kind at all at this point.

Later, I go to another building (part of the same settlement) and wander through the halls. I warily notice an unusual lump and weight pulling down the skin of my left forearm as well as minor burns and scabs. I realize I have something inside my arm. I carefully shuffle the hard object forward and out through the scar on my wrist (from my accident as a toddler) and it is a rectangular piece of thin metal, almost as wide as my wrist. Another similar object comes out after, which is like partly reflective glass of a similar size and shape (possibly part of a small mirror). The sensations and progressive movement are extraordinary “realistic” (though possibly more like pushing something under a shirt sleeve out through the cuff as I do not feel much pain). I feel my arm to make sure no other objects are in it. I “realize” that this probably happened when I was sleeping on a bed full of junk and the objects somehow got into my arm without me noticing until now (which is of course, a false memory as I do not sleep on a bed full of metallic junk, sharp objects, and wires as implied).



I go back and give the objects (and a few other bits of junk I found in the building) to the leader of the settlement (who seems to be actor Clancy Brown). At this point I tell him how the objects perhaps grew inside me somehow with regard to chemicals in the air, perhaps. He seems only mildly interested in the event but still wants everything I have. As we walk through a doorway back into the building (no longer with cave features) I had been staying in, I see two fancy car keys lying on the floor just inside the doorway with some apparently discarded documents. They have an atypical appearance; other than somewhat floral regarding the shape on one end, very slightly paperclip-like in part of the form only. I consider that if I pick them up and keep them for myself, the leader might not like it when he finds out, so I point them out saying, “look at those keys”. The leader says, rather egotistically, “I’ll just take these keys”. His behavior brings mild amusement. He then asks me what year they are from as if that is important and I say “1961” but then consider that “1961” might actually be a serial number unrelated to the date (though do not mention this). (The imagery is curious, as the number looks the same right-side-up as it does upside-down.)

In the final scene, I am sitting in a hall with several others of various ages. One (unknown) teenage girl in the opposite corner (opposite an implied perpendicular continuation of the hall) starts complaining about everything in a pessimistic and defeatist rant, and, even though there are only about a hundred people left on the planet, I tell her that I do not want to listen to her “f–ked up fantasies” (in the sense that they are negative and of no use, including trivial gossip and pointless opinions of others in the hall). From here, I feel cheerful and completely optimistic and ignore her otherwise depressing prattle, especially as I get the impression there will be a self-sustaining community expanding soon.

Fragments

I see a line for a new amusement park ride, it's a grey day. The ride looks like a shifting, neon pink floor. It shifts to the sides and people have to balance as they walk through. It looks like it would be bad for my knees. I see a creepy, middle-aged guy in the line among all the kids. Is he a predator? People swarm around him and he reluctantly walks away.

A vague memory of being told, or maybe just realizing; this is your dream character you must remember. (!)

I'm enter a bookstore in a modern shopping mall. I'm waiting for a friend to finish looking through the books by a shelf on the wall. It's as if the mob is now here and has singled out a guy I know from school claiming he stole a book, it's even a book he already owns apparently. He is angry and yells he did nothing. The gang hones in with a sense of righteous indignation. I try to pull them off, this is not the way to handle this. I'm scared of being swept up in the fury.

Suddenly outside the bookstore in the hall of the mall, the guy pulls out the book and shows he paid for it, the sales rack outside has the right price on it. People drift away shamefully. I know they blamed him only based on how he looks, very rough and tumble. A guy who was in the mob who I tired to stop awkwardly tries to start small talk by a sales shelf, says everyone's a but hungover today. I just nod and say "yeah".

Back in the bookstore, I wait for my friend again. I see a man dressed in an elaborate steampunk style. I see some old Penguin classics on sale, 3 for 1.

With another friend I walk away from the store down the halls of the mall. I mention the books I bought and I offer to give her one. She says she would rather have a 10€ gift card to somewhere. We enter an elevator and as we press the button to go to the top floor the elevator goes so fast that everything shifts and smears. The doors open and there is only an overflowing trash can with a McDonald's employee trying to empty it. The doors close and we go down a floor. The elevator opens again and we see the same scene. Immediately there is a weird sense, how can this be? We turn to each other and then turn back and see that we are on a new floor, the trash can and employee (who was looking very stern) are gone. Weirdness. We get off to try to get into the restaurant proper.

Trying to get back into dreaming stuff.

So im writing this a little bit late, but its better than not writing it at all.

I find myself in some sort of futuristic building, with blue lights around me in tight hallways. I have a red and blue shot gun in my hands as I am in danger. Servitors from the game destiny, appear and tha map goes into lockdown, sounding alarms and closing certain path ways. I fight the servitors with my shotgun successfully and fight my way out into what looked to be a junkyard full of old metal and trash. when I walk out of the building, the exit is very tall and wide, and then a dragon appears at the exit after I have left and it sees me. I quickly run behind a pile of metal as it starts breathing fire outward towards me. I can see the flames shooting around the pile of metal I am hiding behind and I can feel the heat of the flames. I then wake.

23 September 2015

Her name? She had no name as far as I knew or if she did I never had a chance to know it. I suppose “Kimmerle” would be a fitting name for her. A name that means “grief and trouble.”

Kim’s profession is still fuzzy to me, I’m not even sure if she had one per se but as I observed the events of her life unfold from her point of view throughout the duration of this dream it was clear that, at least for a time, she was embarking on some investigative journalism. It began during the day, there was a party being held in what appeared to be the basement of Victory Bible (a church I attended when I was younger). This woman’s intentions were unclear but as far as I could surmise she was attempting to get some intel on an older gentlemen who was attending the party. He was sitting in the back while everyone else was enjoying the party. He was an elderly man, with little hair left on his scalp. He wore glasses and white polo shirt with cackies. She sat with him and spoke about…something. I can not well remember what that something was but I know that it pertained to the personal lives of a number of the people at this party and that if word of their conversation got around there would be repercussions. It is for this reason that Kim and this man kept this conversation to themselves. At some point the man got anxious and demanded Kim to leave him and stop asking questions. I suppose they were getting close to getting caught. I vaguely remember a woman becoming frustrated with Kim and the man for some reason. She may have been on to what they were talking about.

Although I was viewing everyting from Kimmerle’s point of view I was aware of her appearance. She had light brown hair and was slightly tan. She had it down in curls. At least that was the case when she was at the party but things changed when she got back to her home. For one thing I saw that she lived in an anacronistic Victorian style home and while I have no memory of her looking in any mirrors I know that her hair had changed from brown to brunette and was up in a bun. She was no dressed in a dress reminescent of the ones that were worn back in the Victorian era. The house appeared to have electricity.

In this point in the dream it was nightfall and it appeared that Kim’s life had gotted drastically worse. Her mother was sick and bedridden and her sister along with other members of her family ostricized and criticized her. It seemed that she did not have a friend in the world at this point and I could tell that she was very unhappy with where her life was. It was imlied that her mother’s condition was somehow her fault. I am not sure if this was in any way related to the interview she conducted with that man. All I could tell was that something had gone horribly wrong, her mother was sick and dying as a result, her family was scornful towards her, and whatever it was that had gone wrong may have been all her fault and I think that she did blame herself for whatever events had transpired.

This may have been a single dream but the events hereafter appeared to take place over the course of several days. I was even able to witness Kim crawl into bed, go to sleep at night, and wake up the next morning. I don’t remember the details of the events but I do have vague memories of family members coming in to give Kimmerle a hard time. Even her own mother whome Kim was keeping in her house had nothing but harsh words for her. Three days seemed to pass.
On the third night Kim was playing a game on her laptop. She was sitting outside the house. I got the sense that this was a means of escape for her since her life was basically a mess. At some point I gained control of Kimmerle’s body and looked up at the sky. The Earth was rotating much faster than normal as I could actually see the stars racing across the sky. I was not aware that this was a dream but somehow I knew that time was passing by faster than normal and now I knew why. It was mezmerising, I had always wondered what it would be like to see a real live timelaps of the stars making their rounds. But at the same time there was something terrifying about it. For some reason I could only look up at the sky for short period of time because seeing the sky like this filled me with fear. I saw the sun was beginning to rise so (still in Kim’s body) I rushed back inside as I know her mother would not be happy find her daughter spending her nights out playing games (I am not sure how I knew that or why I even cared).

Another day came and went and the events were lost in memory. At this point Kim had regained control of her body. It was now the fourth night. Kim was lying in bed getting ready to go to sleep but then she heard a noise. Somehow we both knew that it was a man in her mother’s room although neither of us was sure what is intentions were. At this point it felt as though Kim and I shared control of her body. Her will was mine and my will was her’s. We both wanted to make sure that mother was alright but neither of us actually wanted to go out there out of fear. I am not sure if Kim was really aware of my presence within her soul (I guess I was within her soul, I’m not sure how else to describe it). When we peeked out the door of Kim’s room we saw the silhouette of a man scurrying out the front door. At this point we shut the door and proceeded to panic. We were not really sure what it was that were afraid of but something about that man’s aspect really spooked us. The last thing I saw was the window of Kim’s room. The curtains were shut and there was an orange light coming through.

I awoke in a cold sweat, my heart was racing. I don’t know what it was that frightened me just then but I was happy to be awake.

A long boring car journey, can't remember much else.

I was stood in a carpark and saw an old lady on a moped, she sped along then took off into the air over a wall.

I was talking wit hsome work colleges about working nights. Then we were in a room sitting at tables and it was a medical quiz. There was only one other person at my table and we realised that we didn't have a copy of the questions so I went to the front to ask for them.

This dream is split into two parts because I woke up at one point and fell back asleep and continued the dream.

Part 1: Christian Grey (from 50 shades) and I are in a relationship, but we're very upset with each other for some reason. I don't know what we're arguing about but we're giving each other the silent treatment. We have a mutual friend who is trying to mediate between us, but it's not working so well. I wake up.

Part 2: I'm having a game night in my grandmother's house and I'm preparing food in the kitchen before guests arrive. I put some snack food in the oven to bake and I walk into the living room to consort with my fellow party planner. In the living room, there is a small bar area and I see Christian sitting at the bar, drinking something, but still holding a grudge from Part 1 of the dream, I walk past him and continue to give him the cold shoulder. I could feel him watching me while I was talking to the other person about what else was needed for the party, but I woke up before he could confront me (and obviously apologize!)

That's it. Pretty simple dream.

Didn't do a proper WBTB due to my comfy bed. Bad bed, no blanket for you. Tonight I'm drinking a big glass of water before crashing in, that'll make me get up

I'm in a brothel that is in a small castle/manor, everything is in perfectly restored and look brand new rather that antique. The period is Louis XIV, very intricate and lovely, if overbearing, the saving grace being that everything save for the sparse furniture is in very light, delicate color, pastel blue, pink and orange, with long windows covered in veils. It's dark outside, probably at night, but I can see the flash of car light from time to time. The employees of this fine etablissement are all wearing period clothes, it's gorgeous. The owner is in a pale blue dress that span for at least 3 meter on each side of her, with a powdered wig full of ringlets. She is not paying any attention to me, probably becaue she's very flushered about the arriving of a man she call "the king" and about the girls she want prepped for him. I'm wary of this man, and my feeling are comfirmed when a man in tight and a pale golden valet uniform ask her want's going to happen if one of the girl started denying him or being mouthy. She tells him with a mix of coldness and incaring-ness "There will be a bit of a beating for the bitch, even if it's not dinking night."
I suddently know that I'm infiltrated here, probably to dismantle this brothel, but I need to protect the girls. I walk in the room they are prepping for the king, with is very large with a hight celling and a lovely embroidered cloth wallpaper in a arious soft hues of green, the same cloth used for the bed canopy and sheet the armchairs. I ask the girl present to give me a dress. She show me a closet and keep making the gigantic bed, looking a little fratic. I open the closet, which is absolutly packet with dresses that look really modern, but I pull a dark green one with golden embroidery. On the hanger it's knee-lengh, slightly fitted with a ronded collar and short sleeves, but when I put it on it turn into a period dress. I strat putting on air and snobbily ask a male employee where the hair dresser is. He promptly start panicking and run off to find him. I walk out behind him look as brattish as I can, and right outside is a small, graying, bended over man that look a little like a frightened mouse in his dark outfit. I toss my hair*, and tell him "You better not be late!" before walking in a bathroom. I start searching it, looking for something that could help me protecting the girls, then I woke up.

* As my hair almost reach my knees and are thick and curly, he looked even more scared, which is the usual reaction I elect in hairdressers

I do look a little like Charlotte La Bouff from the Princess and the Frog, with long brown hair and pale skin.

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9.22.15

Yesterday before night shift

1. I just got home from USA. It's been about 5 years. I ask my mom if she turned my library books in, coz they must be overdue by now.

I call up the library and ask them about it, and then I ask about their location. I tell the librarian that all I remember is that it's in new location near a place where I used to go to have fun as a child. She thinks I'm joking and she tells me to google it and she hangs up. I'm trying to recall the location and how to get there, and few images jump in my mind, but they are not adding up.

2. I'm with my mom at an ice cream shop. An asian shopkeeper lady gives me a bowl and explains how to use the white plastic "spatula" to make ice cream scoops.

I start making balls and put them in my bow and before I know there is at least 10 of them. All different flavors. I realize I overdid it and ask my mom if she wants some from mine. She says that she will get her own. It's not expensive, maybe only 4 dollars for the whole thing.

Mine are starting to melt so I start to eat. I'm getting full but I want to have lemon one. I scoop to the bottom but what I pick up is a hardboiled egg that is so soft and watery. The whole thing tastes awefull. I dunno why dream ice cream always tastes so bad, like now I almost never want to have ice cream again.

Partner finds themself in a new office...talking behind new bosses back without realising new boss is already in office.
So they lose their job.
They try to apply for other jobs but don't have correct qualifications. One particular module needed is missing.

- Dream meaning
I once had a module on logistics (sucked) I needed to retake in order to improve my grade but as I was away (out of the city) I didn't take it. Although I Knew I should. Guilt is still with me...wow! things stay around until you unblock/learn the lesson

There was an anime girl associated with ghosts, and she had long hair with twintails. She walked down the street in a daze. Then I guess there was sort of a flashback? In it, she was bullied by other girls and ignored by her own family. Its implied she committed suicide and bonded with the ghost for a second chance at life. At this point the flashback is over and she has friends now, including a motherly figure, a guy with white hair, and some other people. When they discussed having a party, I tried drawing the scene, and changed the white haired guy's hair from green to what it is now. I also drew the girl as she might appear in the future. Unfortunately, I didn't get past the heads before I was woken up.

I was in a house for some type of competition or reality show. Wil Wheaton was a part of it too, and tried to get me to go up the ladder into the attic, but for some reason I didn't want to do it (or couldn't) so I told him I'd go up the stairs. The only parts of the house I saw were the garage and the attic (partially). I was near a car at some point. My friend said we should prank Wil, and I went along with it. We did whatever it was, and Wil got really angry and drove and broke our friendship and never came back. ):
I felt super bad....

[Sunday]
I was in my backyard, and it had a below ground pool. There were fish in it, and when I walked around the pool, they would follow. Some starfish would jump out and stick to my leg, and I would peel them off and toss them back into the pool as gently as possible. I was flattered they liked me so much, but I didn't really like the feeling of them and the fish touching me and I was pretty nervous about it. I talked to someone about it, and they told me I was getting a new fish, the same species Gill, was in Finding Nemo. Then I woke up.