'Don't Start, Join In!'

First of all, I should tell you that on the 24th, I had a dream about transformers, at a supermarket which doesent exist, but has great significance on the days on which I don't post.

And I'm seeing a pattern emerge, in most of my dreams there is a form of transport, and I usually walk to places. This might help me to become lucid!!!!

So, yeah, the dream. I have no idea why I was on top of a bus, but that's where the dream started. I was with my brother and my best friend. We were having lots of fun trying to stay on top of the bus! We jumped later on onto a lorry, which had lots of bedding on top. Most of the colours in the dream were really bright. I almost fell off of this truck several times.

There was later a truck, which had no freight but it did have a platform on the bottom. My brother went down first, then asked me to throw down the matress that we were on. It was scary because the truck was moving, but as we picked up the matress, there was no air resistance pushing against it, even though we were holding it against the wind. My brother moved up to the front of the platform, and my friend threw down the matress. It landed nicely. I jumped down on top of the matress, and then my friend wrapped herself in a duvet and jumped down too. After a while, we were on a circuit, and the circuit was a road. There was an island of grass in the middle, where some of my other friends were sat. There were no weeds on the grass, it was perfect grass. But there was also a pikachu. It's quite pathetic that I didn't become lucid.

At one point, I was over the edge of the platform holding onto the matress, which would have fallen off with me if I wasn't dreaming. I had to keep jumping off of the floor in order to keep myself up, and eventually I managed to do a somersault and get back onto the platform.

At some point, the dream must have changed because I can also remember the road being a river, a clean water river (Another thing about my dreams, everything is always perfect). I wasn't on the platform anymore, and neither was anybody else. We were all on sunbeds, and talking about who should drive the platform. We weren't on the island in the middle, we were under a shade at the edge, which could only be described as a petrol station, without the pumps and instead of a concrete floor, it was made from grass. There was no petrol smell. The circuit wasn't very big, it must have had a diameter of about eight meters. Also, there was now a small waterfall which although coming down quite heavily, didn't make a sound or a splash. When I decided to drive the platform, it drove as it would if it were on a road. There was only ripples in the water infront of us, we weren't making a giant splash. The platform was very fun to drive, and very hard. I then got a shot at driving the matress truck, it was much harder. I can't remember anything after driving it for a couple of circuits.

Warning... There is a drug reference here...

This is the second dream I remember of this night. It was quite nightmare-ish, actually. I'm terrified of needles. That might be a nice aid to your reading 'experience'... Hehehe

Well, I was walking to my maths classroom, which also happened to be an IT (computer) classroom. The blue line in the top left is the door. The brown block iis the teacher's podium. The green is the chairs, the white is the tables, and the grey is the floor. The pink cirle is where I sit. Other markings will be explained later. I hope the diagram helps!!

I walked into my classroom. Like most students, they like to mess around a lot. As I walked in, the person sitting where the yellow circle is asked me if I wanted to have some water. I told him that I didn't really, but he said that I looked thirsty, so I took a tiny sip, and walked to the pink circle, my seat. What seemed like only two minutes later, and everybody in the room was talking about drugs and injecting themselves! I wanted to get as far away as possible, so I put up my had to tell the teacher that I wanted to leave the room. She ignored me, so I went round to where the purple hexagon is and curled up in a ball, trying to stay as far away from the table as I could without sitting on the teacher's stuff. I then realised that the drug must have also been in my drink. I wondered if it was addictive, and what the side effects are. Most of my class were acting loopy, but then again they do that a lot.

Not too long later, the teacher asked what was wrong. I asked if I could talk to her outside for a moment, and she went outside. Everybody was talking about somebody who had died because of the drugs he had taken, and how it was quite common for people to die if they took this drug. Outside of the classroom, the teacher also injected herself. I decided to just get my bag on the way out and run home. I tried to keep my arms as close to my body as I could on the way through the classroom, because I wasn't wearing anything over my arms, and I tried to walk straight down the middle of the classroom, but on the way out, the person at the red star grabbed my arm, looked up at me, smiled in a scary way and then I felt a prick. I couldn't see a needle anywhere but I knew I was being injected. I pulled my arm away and hit the person in the face (hehehe) and then I woke up.

I had two dreams on this day. The first was about a holiday. My brother, dad and I all got out of our car, and it was significantly cooler outside. The breeze was quite refreshing. We were parked next to a long field. It looked quite healthy, and the sun was up and everything was sweet! We had to walk across the field, where there was a gap in the trees. Through the gap, there was a courtyard type street, with a small swimming pool and small wooden shed, which happened to be a shop. We didn't go in, but the door was open and we could see that the man was old, and selling inflatables, which were dusty and bleached by the light coming through the window. There was also a hotel, which dad said was ours.

On the inside, it was more like an apartment, with a reception and everything was square, and business like. We went up two flights of stairs, each with a painting on the wall on the way up. Both the paintings were the same, and the first floor was exactly the same as the ground floor. On the second floor, though, there was three doors leading to bedrooms. Two on the left corridoor, and one at the end. The corridoor was really short, though. Probably only about three or four meters long.

We went into our room, and dad started unpacking. My brother and I were looking around our room, which had one bed, and a desk. Two women came in, wearing suits. They must have been between twenty and twenty five, and one of them was black. They asked if my brother and I would like to come and hang out with them whilst dad unpacked. Ross decided to stay, but I went. They had the room that was at a right angle to ours. They had a double bed at the far side of the room, and on the left they had a desk with a laptop on it. There was a table to the right, which one of the women sat on. There was a window behind the table, and next to the bed was a fold up mini trampoline.

We talked about the trampoline, and then I went on the trampoline, and that's as far as I can remember.