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Posted directly from the notepad document I typed it in when I woke up, without any edits.

Fragments of many dreams.

First, I'm watching the olympics with my family, I specifically remember my Mom. We're watching some kind fo speed cycling event, and it's really young kids doing it. One kid gets fuckd up by another running into him, and he flies like 100 feet into the air while doing flips, at a very high velocity, and slams into the concrete area where the fans are watching. Blood everywhere, lots of screams. I don't think he dies, but he gets fucked up.

Another dream, we're at Sumter Academy. I'm in the cafeteria with Leo, ordering food. I remember telling Katelyn's mom that I'll be there for the next couple days. We sit and eat. Later, I'm wandering around the big building, then I'm in the gym for something. Checking lockers later for something. As I leave, Kate is there, and she's doing work study, and it's implied that she's doing it now to make up for the fact that she didn't do it later. As we leave, Mike drives, but the roads are flooded outside the school. It's like we're in a boat instead of a car. He almost crashes us quite a few times, but we get through.

Next dream, I'm at a house of my own somewhere, maybe Birmingham. My house seems kind of like a bar, with long tables with lots of stools at it. I have a front porch as well that's covered in tons of beverages and anything else that comes in a bottle, maybe hotsauce. They aren't there as clutter, they are instead meant to be something you walk on, part of the floor of the porch. There are people staying with me. One is a set of two girls from the past, some Victorian age I believe. The other is a male roommate of mine, I believe Joel, and some female roommate of mine, a girl that doesn't exist in the waking world, to the best of my knowledge. That is odd for me, I don't usually make up people that play such large roles in my dreams. I have a crush on her, but won't tell her. She approaches me about it later, and I deny it.

Next dream, some kind of weird apocalyptic scenario. These creatures are invading my home, or what's left of it. There is basically no roof, the walls are torn to shit, there's no front door, and there's not really anything inside of the house. I'm standing in the corner, defending myself with a weapon that is a clear, large plastic bag filled with blasting powder and something else. As they file in, I can kind of shake and squeeze the bag in the right way to make a shockwave blast come out of it. The creatures look like Falmer. They come through the door and climb over walls as they invade. I hold them off. As I kill the last one, I accidentally drop a lot of gunpowder out of the bag, and I quickly pick up as much as I can. I move out of the house. I check some board somewhere, and learn that there are a lot of survivors that I know personally that are headed my way, as if they know that I'll be able to handle the situation and they are all coming to me. This makes me feel good, and I believe that one was just about to arrive, and I was preparing for that. It doesn't tell me WHO is headed my way, it's just implied that at least one person in the group is a person that knows me personally.

Final, things are attacking from the sky. Some kind of creature, I don't think it was a Dalek but they remind me of them in a big way. They were much brighter, though, and had wings. All light and wings, but mechanical parts. They came from the sky in swarms, and though I tried to fight them, I think ultimately all I could do was run. I was in a comparable area to where I was in the penultimate dream, but I think it's a different dream. I take one down, actually, and though they were invading, people kind of freak out. As if I weren't supposed to kill one, as if it's a bad omen -- come to think it, very much like the Albatross -- almost implied that they are some type of angel. I think they may be very similar to the mechanical creature that was featured in the video from the end of my dream a few nights ago, the one titled The Grey People. They may have been much more refined versions of the same mechanical creature.

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I'll add that I woke up, pretty despondent, that I didn't remember any dreams. I was afraid I had a one sentence fragment of two dreams. As I walked around, though, to prepare to write them down, and once I started writing, everything flooded back into my mind. I brought up my problems with recall last night in DV chat, and was directed to try out mantras. It worked wonderfully. Thanks guys.


Additions to already recorded accounts: at one point, during the Mike dream, we passed a lot of houses that were almost flooded, but that were built at a such a height that it would take a decent amount of flooding to actually reach the home. Build on stilts, like at the beach. We were in the area of my hometown of York, and no home is built like that, we're nowhere near the coast, and it doesn't flood like that in my area.