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I can not remember all of the dream. But, what I remember is worth putting in because I remember this parts vividly.

I am in a mansion of some sorts in a large concrete pool. The walls are made of tiny white tiles and on each end of the pool there is an alcove, one is open air and the other is closed in and looks like a game room. I am a Vaporeon and am diving and twisting through the water, having fun on my own like I normally do in the pool. On the open alcove there is a trio of Pokemon in a triangular stance, a Gardivoir, a Zangoose, and a Swanna. They have their heads bowed and the Gardivoir looks like she is either praying or chanting and they have weird runes around them, like a power circle. I swim over to the closed alcove where a young man is typing on a laptop. I shake myself off and then, suddenly, a blast of power and floating runes knock me off of my feet. I look up and there are those three Pokemon, but they are not their normal colors, they are shades of deep purple. I realize that they are now dangerous, aggressive, Shadow Pokemon, like in Pokemon XD. I snarl at them, arching my back and making myself threatening and the Gardivoir motions for the Zangoose. The Zangoose lunges for me but I sidestep it and grab it by the scruff as it flys by and plunge into the water. I do an underwater corkscrew, feeling so fast and powerful as I glide through the water. The Zangoose slashes at me so I surge to the surface, push the Zangoose into the wall as hard as I can and hear a crack. It moves it's head, slow like it is sore and injured, and I see the tiles have cracked and are dripping with blood. The soaked and injured Zangoose paddles back to the closed alcove and as it climbs awkwardly to shore it and the other two Shadow Pokemon return to their normal colors. I pull myself up as well, panting and tired. The man looks to me and says, "What happend?" I walk up to him and whisper in his ear "I saw the Gardivoir chanting some runes. I think this was no accident."

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Okay, so it started out as me walking into the house, (my grandma's actually), and my mom was sitting on the loveseat talking to my boyfriend on videochat on my old phone. While I didn't think it odd that my mom was there though she no longer lives with me, or that my phone doesn't have a video camera or internet, or that my BF would be conversing with my mom at all, I accepted it. I was in my swimsuit and it was a bright summer outside as my sisters played in our nonexistant pool. My hair was fluffy though, and longer than it is in real life, so I must not have been swimming. Anyway my mom hands the phone to me and my BF and I start to talk like we do any other day, me playing around with the camera angles and making myself look upside down.

Then, my Bf's sister and her two little kids interrupted our conversation by barging in and the littlest kid blowing a party streamer in my bf's face. He looked annoyed and proceeded to chase his sister out of the room, leaving the two kids. I looked around awkwardly, suddenly realizing that I was in his room and not at my house. His laptop was still sitting on his desk (very odd, he NEVER uses a desk) and the skype window was open, but I was not there. His room was largely devoid furiture, with blue walls, white trim and light hardwood floors. There was the desk, a closet and an air mattress. Thinking back, it seems to resemble a cross between my sister's old room and my dad's new room, only cross sectioned into a new home. Looking down, I was still alone with my Bf's wide-eyed niece and nephew. So, I decided to play with them like I do most kids of their age, I pretended to be a dog. They enjoyed seeing me barking and walking on all fours, play bowing for them to throw balls for me that I brought back by nudging with my knuckles, unwilling to put anything in my mouth touched by a toddler. When my BF and his sister returned they seemed unconcerned by my presence. I stood up and when I looked to the web camera on the open laptop I was transparent and outlined by a black dotted line. Then, my color started to fill in and everyone else started to acknowledge me.

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new dream
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I do not remember how I got there or why, but me and my boyfriend were apparently in the wedding ceremony for some friend or relative of one of our families. The groom was wearing a superman costume and the wife, a tan indian woman, was in a muddy wedding gown. The entire wedding ceremony was on a large staircase and it was not bad by superman standards.

My bf pulled me aside and started to yell at me, I yelled at him back and we were just plain mad for some reason. I told him that he couldn't be mad at me because I loved him and I had even had a dream about him just an hour ago (a reference to my dream previous). He said something along the lines of "well, you sure as hell weren't fucking me in that dream. now were you?" and we both bitterly continued to be our parts in the ceremony.
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it is to my conclusion that the last dream is my fear of ever getting to the point of marring my boyfriend because I am asexual and he is heterosexual. I could never give him what he needs, no matter how much I love him.

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So, in my dream, I am in my school. In my hands I have a plastic bag full of goodies, what, at first glance, would look cheep. I had two, unrecognizable, people with me and above the door to the gym was a face. It told me "Guess what it is, and you can keep it." I knew he meant the bag so I started listing off things. I can not remember what I guessed, but I ran out of guesses. I looked closer at the bag and saw a card with a Munchlax in a party hat on it that said "happy birthday". I scoffed at myself for figuring it out too late, "It's a birthday party gift bag." I said, annoyed. The face nodded glumly.

I walked away with the bag, as if it didnt matter that I lost the game. Suddenly I could recognize one of the other people, it was Gary from the Pokemon series. He took the bag and started going through it, finding things he wanted and claiming them as we walked through the school's halls. He pulled out an Umbreon lolipop and I WANTED IT. I leaped for it only to have it snatched out of my reach. I turned to spring again, jumping around and pleading. "I know you called dibs, Gary." I said, "I just wanna see it."

Gary looked satisfied that I had acknowledged his ownership of the piece and handed it, along with the rest of the bag, to me. I looked at the lillipop enviously and with great awe. There were small images of umbreon and espeon in it and I wished that it could be mine. But, i gave it back to Gary who smugly walked off.

I began to rummage through the bag myself, along with a small boy, and found two little treasures. Two umbreon figureines. One was a darker one that I had never seen before, the other was lighter in color and smaller, one that I have seen in the real world (http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w...pa_umbreon.jpg) But it's feet were chewed up.

I was happy, still. I love Umbreon.

Not enough to really warrant a full DJ.

I had several dreamlets, I can just remember one.

I woke up, got up, went to my sister's room and performed two RCs, finger through had and nose plug, both checked out! Now that I know it was a dream I am a bit upset.

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Not much I remember about this one. I just remember being with my family in some mixed woman's house and we were eating cookies. I went to find some milk for the cookies but that woman said their was none so she gave me a packet of powdered kitten milk substitute, like what you feed orphan cats. I tried to thank her without looking disgusted and failed. My mom was not happy about this.

Then, something led to my mom telling me that my youngest sister was doomed to die before she hit the double digits so I should not reprimand her for misbehaving.

Then, we were in a car speeding down the road. There was not enough room for me so I was clinging onto the back of the car as best I could. My history teacher was in the back seat with my sister and someone else. I climbed though the car's sunroof and squeezed myself next to my sister.

That is all I can remember.

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One non-lucid dreamlet that I can not recall.

It started as a false awakening from the no-recall dreamlet. I swear to God it felt like just any other time I wake up at night, i had no susspisions that it could be a dream. But, I decided that would do a few RCs. I did a finger-through-hand RC under my covers, which was a mistake, and it 'checked out'. But, I remembered that nose-plug is the most reliable RC, so I did one. I thought that I had done it wrong, because I could breath. So, I reajusted my fingers and tried again... I could breathe! It was a dream and I was lucid as all get-go! Let me tell you, I was happy. Very happy. To double check I watched myself take my finger and push it through my hand, a successful finger-through-hand RC, which I had never done.

I got out of bed and went to the steps to walk to the ground level of my house where the dream was taking place. The dream was fuzzy and unclear, but the more I walked the better it became. Half-way down I was confronted by a middle-aged black man whom I felt was of some relation to my mother. It shocked me for a second, but I remembered it was a dream and that as far as the NPCs were concerned I was meant to be in bed asleep. "I forgot to wash my gym clothes." I told the man, as excuse to why I was up. This was true in real life, so it felt like the best excuse.

The man accepted this wordlessly and left me alone. I continued to descend into the dining room and cross into the living room so I could leave through the front door. I really didn't want to command a location change, so just going into my yard to do some practice stunts felt logical. I went outside and saw two NPC men in a car buzzing by my house. The driver stared at me, dumbfounded, almost as if he knew I was lucid and that it was a big deal, then sped off like a criminal from a crime scene. I shrugged it off. NPCs and their crazy antics, and all.

I crept to the side of my house that faces the back yard of two other homes, trying to think of what to try and do that would have a minimum risk of breaking the dream. Last time I lucid dreamed had tried to fly from a running start and only managed to get three inhuman jumps in before face-planting and bursting the dream. I ended up settling on shapeshifting into a wolf, something I love to do in nonlucid dreams that I figured would be even better with lucid control.

I got onto my hands and knees, in the wet grass and the dark night, and thought "I will be a wolf now." It was only semi successful, in the fact that I was now slowly and unnoticeable trading myself for my wolf self, a still disappointing result. I suddenly felt so bare, so watched by the closeness of the houses around me, I couldn't even focus on trying to fully shift again. I control was slipping away, though I was ignorant to that fact at the time. I was becoming more instinctual and less logical from both lack of dream control and my slow, seeping transformation.

I crawled to the back of my house between the heater and the shed, the only spot in the entire yard with three walls of privacy. Settled, and more sheltered, I tried to fully shift again and as I did I saw a flash. I was losing my lucidity, but my curiosity took over and I forgot to try and regain it as I scanned the area for the flash's source. Another flash. Another. And yet another. They were blinding.

I located the source of them quite quickly; a motion sensor, still mounted camera pointed at me. I was not sure how wolf I was, or how clothed I was for that matter, but, I did not want it on film! I grabbed the camera, ludidity and logic gone, and began gnawing on the lens to no avail. I threw the camera on the ground, smashing it over and over. I ripped the roll of loose film from the camera's smashed hull and looked around as the people in the houses stirred to life. Film in hand (claw?) I started to run away in a fluid four-legged lope, scared of being caught.

I was full wolf now, and had lost my grasp on the film, leaving it behind. It didn't matter. They were after me.

I felt so fast, but never nearly fast enough. I hid under the portable classrooms in the school yard, every time I saw a pair of feet passing by my hiding spot I would bolt from under and be running again. Somewhere along the lines I switched from wolf to cougar. Some older man, I could almost smell the faulty small-town political status on him, was having some people push together two stone slabs together in front of the school. A place to put my body after he killed me, he boasted.

I grew panickier, and raced into a basketball court full of students. I felt as if I knew one of the boys there, and he seemed to know me too. Still, in this form it failed to matter. I lept over the chain-link fences, using my hind legs to springboard from the top. The boy pursued me as I raced into the woods, a wolf again.

Free. Not free enough. I ran through the forest, past a van full of more people I thought I knew and that knew me too. I felt my humanism tugging at my wolf skin, ripping it away. I dove into a ditch, claw hands pulling a thatched mat over me. I was safe, warm, human. And stark naked.

There was a scrap of paper, covered in doodles, in the ditch that I clutched to myself. I was human now and I was safe in my thatch. That was all the mattered.