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I haven't posted any dream journals lately, mainly because the activity has gotten too repetitive and annoying for me to do. However, this dream requires me to tell... Somebody about it.

I can't exactly recall how I got to this point. I remember it was sort of middle ages/Renaissance urban setting. I think I had committed some crime, and was being tasked to eliminate rats in at first a barn, but then my dream demorphed it to just around the city. It's at night, too.

Somewhere along the line, I find a tall building, with an entrance near the top. A girl lets down a rope-ladder from the entrance. I start climbing, because I think this place will grant me a better position to eliminate rats from.

However, when I get into the tower or whatever it is (I'm in an attic-like space. Tall ceiling. Rather large. The girl has a netting over a hole in the floor (That descends all the way to the bottom... Tough fall.) that I guess acts as her bed.) the beauty of the girl literally jars me into semi-lucidity. Holy shit I think this might be the girl I'd seen in my dreams from long ago. Sure the hair is different...

Okay, background time.

A few years ago, I had two dreams, maybe a week or a month apart, where I saw the same girl. All I remember is she had a knee-length white dress, and had long, flowing, beautiful brown hair. Also that she was the most radiant being I had ever met in my entire life.

The first dream we were in a modern, dark urban setting. We were in an alleyway I think, and we were running from something.

The second dream were on a Japanese-style levee, sitting on the grass next to the river. She stood up at one point, and had sandals in her hands.

I never saw her face.

This girl's hair wasn't brown, now either blonde or white or some combination thereof, but I'm not sure that means anything. Especially since I think her name may very well be "Change". I don't remember her name exactly, but I'm certain it starts with a C and is very short. For some reason, Change sticks in my mind even though part of me knows that can't be it.

Anyways, back to the now dream.

My memory is a bit foggy on exactly what happens, but I sit down and start complaining about things. About the dream I was just in (For some reason, the idea that I've entered a sort of "dream bubble" comes to mind here.), about the dreams I had been in during the night, and about my real life. She listens and talks about it with me. Somewhere along the line, she goes to the other side of a plastic wall that has appeared.

After a while, I kiss the wall at a random spot. I then realize she has her lips touching somewhere on the other side of the wall. I go to kiss that spot, thinking it might be a first kiss, but as I kiss her through the plastic, I realize that I've done this many times before.

Cut to us in some sort of bed, in the same attic, morning, but where the netting was before. We're cuddling together, she's on top of me. Clothes are on people, don't worry.

I go to try to kiss her on the lips (Rather than through plastic. Think Pushing Daisies her, people.) but she refuses. I am then reminded as to why.

I have only ever thought of her as a dream. She refuses to be with any man who thinks of her only as a dream.

She is saving herself for someone who doesn't think she's just a dream.

While we may both be in love with each other, which is why she kisses me through plastic, she refuses to go beyond physical cuddling with me, because I'm not willing to love her as more than a dream.

Somewhere along the line, I think near the end of the dream, she tells me to stay a little longer. That I don't need to head back to the real world just yet. I think we've been laying there for a while. Hours, maybe. I'm not certain. My memory is unfortunately more foggy for this dream than I would have liked. For some reason, I tell her I can't. That I have to go. I'm not certain if I knew then that this was untrue. I could have stayed with her for as long as I liked. I simply needed to will myself to stay in the dream.

But the dream surely enough fades out sometime after this.

That girl is dear and precious to me, I now realize. I may only have three memories of her, but for some reason I feel like I've known her forever. I love Change, if that is her real name. I think I love her more than I've ever loved a "real" girl.

But... It's not even that I don't care if she's a dream or not. It's that I still think of her as a dream. What do I have to do to finally have her love, then? Abandon this world? Truly accept dreams as another reality? Or maybe she's not a dream character at all, but an actual, independent entity that enters my dreams?

*sigh*

Well, I'll be looking for answers in my next dreams.

P.S. I had many other dreams (About three or four or so) besides this one last night, but I'm only relating this one because it had the most profound impact on me.

If anybody has any comments on it, please, tell me about them. I would love to see what people think about this dream.

Only one dream recalled from last night, unfortunately.

It starts off with a view of Vietnam sort of like I would see in Hearts of Iron. Of course, it's a bit different, but it's a dream. I'm hearing over some sort of radio the President (somebody) announcing that "Communism is fine for Asia! Communism works for the Asians! Let the Communists have Asia!" The general that's commanding the troops in Vietnam responds very harshly, commenting that he'd coup the mother fucker if he withdraws from Vietnam.

About half of the provinces in Vietnam are held by Communist troops. My forces, however, have surrounded several armies, and we consequently begin capturing several of them. The Chinese begin to pour fresh troops in, and the game turns into a more traditional RTS. I send up my elite flamer unit and begin to simply burn every single Chinese troop that tries to cross the border. He gets caught in a large wave eventually, though, and subsequently gets run over by a jeep. We still manage to hold on to the entirety of Vietnam, but no victory screen comes.

All of these dreams happened an amalgam of my old schools, as per usual in most of my dreams.

I can't remember which order they happened in, unfortunately.

1. Pennies.

I'm in class. I think I take my wallet out, and accidentally spill all of my change out onto my desk. Of course, the amount of change is far, far more than could ever fit in my wallet. Thousands of pennies, hundreds of other coinage. I'm collecting all the quarter, but, in order to help clear my wallet, I'm occasionally pushing pennies off of the table. Once I do this, kids start diving at the pennies and picking them up. Something happens, and my entire row of desks, and the two rows to my left, are all pushed further left. That's when I see what people have been doing with the pennies. They've been stacking them up in the middle of the class like some sort of pyramid. And, for some reason, with enough stacking, the pennies start turning to silver coloring.

2. The Dictionary

I'm in the library, and we're getting ready to leave. Somebody mentions that one of my old friends, A, had written the newest version of the dictionary. She's a bit embarrassed for the spotlight, but I go to check it out. I vaguely remember that she had been compiling words before, and I had no idea why.

3. Old Friend

It's raining really, really fiercely. I'm walking in the crowd, and I see an old friend who IRL had recently added me on Facebook. So I wave to her exuberantly, but she only somewhat waves to me. I feel embarrassed afterwards. Once the rain stops, I try to find her to apologize to her.

4. Oooookay Then.

It's dark now. I'm at what I guess is the swimming training place in the school, and I'm next to a really, really thin waterslide that's going down a very steep hill. I'm overhearing a conversation between a group of friends. In that group is one of my more recent friends, C, and the friend from the third dream, who for some reason is named Jordan (That's not her real name.)

They're arguing about something, an I ask them what. Basically, they're having a competition to see who can have sex with the most guys. C is complaining about how slutty it is, but Jordan is very proud of herself.

I look at the slide, and sure enough there are names drawn/carved/painted on the bottom, with numbers next to them. Jordan is winning. Most others are far behind.

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That's all, folks!

First Fragment:

I'm holding some sort of miniature lighthouse sculpture, and I'm putting it on something.

Dream:

I'm in some sort of old, abandoned Roman city/village. I'm climbing up to an upper story doorway. My mom is with me. For some reason, I know there's a snake in the building I'm about to enter, so I grab a weapon, at first a knife then a bow, and slowly enter the room.

As I'm walking along, getting ready to shoot the snake with my bow, I see it covered by a blanket. It's white and green. As it "slithers" out of it's blanket, I realize it's not actually a snake, but rather a baby giant lizard. Now, these things are adorable. They're green and white, but they look like a cross between a chameleon and a kitty cat. A second one comes out as well. I tell my mom there's nothing to worry about. I think I try to pet one, but it turns suddenly violent and bites me a few times. I feel the numbing instantly.

Son of a bitch, the things were venomous. I run out of the house, and tell my mom we need to get to a doctor. We run through town, and I lose recall somewhere during that time.

All I can remember from last night is this:

I'm in a classroom, and we're leaving the classroom, and as we leave the classroom we have to select two colors of paint, I THINK it's supposed to be war paint to paint ourselves with. I remember that they came in combos, and red and green was one of them.

I didn't take any melatonin last night, because I was worried that I might be developing a tolerance for it. Does anybody know if this might have caused my lack of dream recall?

Warning: Considering I have not been laid in a good eight months, my id happens to be a very horny bastard. This is reflected in the choices I make when I'm lucid.

I suppose I should start using the color text thing to make it all easier for you guys.

Black = Comment
Blue = Dreaming
Red = Lucid

It's actually really weird. I think I start out lucid. Anyways, I'm driving along a street in a rural area, and I notice two people talking on the side of it, one in a car, one standing outside. I look, and son of a bitch, the one standing out side is Adolf Hitler. Without the mustache, but, sure enough, it is Adolf Hitler. The reason automatically comes to my mind. Of course Adolf Hitler never died. He was captured by the allies, and given regenerative treatment so that he could live forever in America. Anyways, I'm curious, so I park my car and sneak onto Adolf Hitler's property. It's a pretty large property, with a mansion sort of house, a pool, with a yard and lawn that stretches for a good quarter of a mile.

The creme de la resistance, though? His parking lot.

It's not exactly a parking lot. Just the area where he stores his cars.

All of Adolf Hitler's fine, sexy cars.

After checking out his swimming pool and hot tub (Which I commented on with "Adolf Hitler! My main man!"), I turned around and noticed the cars.

I thought I was going to have a wet dream, right then and there. (Of course, that comes later.)

Despite all of the other sexy cars, my eyes are drawn towards one in specific: A classic, dark blue, muscle car. I'm not sure what it was, I just knew it was SEXY. So I walk over to it. Realizing it's locked, but realizing I'm lucid, I simply will the lock unlocked.

I get in the car. Full leather interior. Holy shit this car is so fucking sexy. I start it up (With imaginary lucid keys, of course.) and drive off of Adolf Hitler's parking lot, and back onto the road. I notice that Adolf Hitler was driving the crimson copy of this car just a bit down the road, so I stop to let him go further so that he doesn't spot someone stealing his car.

After a while of joyriding in the car, the guy Adolf Hitler was talking to (Who just so happens to be Hank from Breaking Bad) drives up to me, smiles at me, and nods. I know he knows I stole this car. I try to make his head pop with my lucid powers, but all that serves to do is sever my lucidity.

Fortunately, the dream doesn't end there. I ditch the car, and run to this rural barn-like thing. I figure it's actually a government testing site, a la Area 51, and trip the alarm intentionally. With Hank called off to check on that, I run into the field and attempt to hide behind the tall grass. While doing so, I notice a few kids and their parents walking around. That's when I realize I'm near my old elementary school. I get out of the grass, and get onto the playground.

I go lucid again, for some reason. Instead of doing anything right away, I just stand there and appreciate how REAL everything seems at the time. I go up to a metal pole and just feel it with my hands, feel the metal, and feel the sensory experience I'm normally only used to in real life.

Then my Id kicks in.

I try to use passive control in order to conjure up a... Erhm... Female. I try to think of a legitimate reason for any of the many girls I think are cute to be at the school at that moment. Nothing comes up.

What does come up, however is... Uhh...

Oh god, this part is so god damned embarrassing.

A good reason for my 50-something Sophomore history teacher to be there...

Unfortunately, my Id has full and complete control over me right now. I grab her, push her on the ground, pull down her panties from her skirt, and... Erhm... Get to work. Right there. In public. I figure, you know, since it's just a dream, oh well. My teacher just resigns herself to it.

I finish quickly, and lose lucidity and recall as I'm walking away.

I regain recall and lucidity as I'm walking through the darkened hallway of my old high school. I reach an intersection, and look left. My id, apparently not satisfied yet, notices one of my old female friends, M. Despite the fact that I know that, in real life, she has a boyfriend, I veraciously attack her.

Using my lucid powers, I tell her to kiss me. Unfortunately, my DCs aren't that weak willed. She starts biting my face, albeit playfully. After trying to make out with her a few more times and getting bit each time, I finally manage to start kissing her.

And then I do that some god damned thing where I lay her down right then and there, barely get enough clothes off to... Ehrm... Start it up, and then go at it.

I wake up before things even start to get really intense, though. Disappointed, maybe. But the making out was pretty good.


I have no idea where this fits in. I think somewhere during my drive in Hitler's car. I remember vaguely like I was watching a movie, some guy was on a second date with a girl, and he promised her that he'd drive really fast for her. And he did.

Note that I used the rubbing hands technique several times during all of these escapades, and it seems to actually work. Just forcing my mind to process sensory information from the dream world in general keeps my mind focused on it enough to stay there. Thanks for the tip, guys!

1. I remember thinking that I was able to transport myself through space and time at will, since space-time was not linear. Many of my friends were making fun of me for this, and were interrupting my concentration while trying to transport. Eventually, I managed to transport from my old high school in California to my current bed in Rhode Island, and had what I guess could be considered a "False Awakening", even though I never "Woke up".

2. My mom had confiscated my computer for some sort of wrong-doing I had committed, but absolutely refused to tell me what the wrong-doing was. Everybody else seemed to know, but nobody was telling me what it was. (Note: This was at my old old house. Everybody was in the garage.) Every time I asked what I had done, mom just got more and more pissed at me for asking questions. Eventually, my sister-in-law explained to me that (And this is where it gets ick) they found some of my semen on the bathroom floor. I try to explain to them that I only ever masturbate in the shower, with the doors closed, so that all of that would be washed down. They don't believe me.

3. I'm with my mom, at her job at... McDonalds. She actually works at Red Robin, so I don't know. I'm waiting for her to get off work, or something. I'm sitting at a table that is incidentally sat down at by two black ladies looking for something to eat. My mom comes over as their server. (Servers at McDonalds? Yeah, don't ask.) She asks them if they want their special today, which looks like a pizza with little pizzas on top, but for some reason my dream-mind kept telling me it was a pie.

The one to the right of me wants one, and the one to the left of me wants one too. My mom notices that the one to the left also has a salad (Which actually looks like a salad-pie, too). My mom then asks her if she wants the Baseball Deal. She'll get the pizza-pie thing, the salad-pie thing, some other food items, AND a ticket to the (Insert whatever baseball team name it was here) game, all for just 6.99 (Of course, it being a dream, this number changed often. I didn't notice anything strange, unfortunately. It went from anywhere from 700 dollars, to 3 dollars, to 14 dollars.)

4. It feels like a sort of city-building game. I remember at first I'm connecting roads around this really rural town. I remember constructing a two-lane high way (Or was it four-lane?), and trying to build a road-connection just to find out that a rocky area is blocking it, then realizing that there was a road leading out to pretty much nowhere, and deconstructing it. It's strange. I think it's a frontier town, or something. I go back to the docks of the town, and realize that it would probably be best to construct a city on the docks, first, that can spread out to the more rural, desolate areas. However, I realize that the only industry that could be supported in the dock town would be either fishing or oyster-gathering. I use the menus (Where the menus are, I have no idea.) to check out oyster locations. There are none. I check out fishing. A moderate amount of fishing spots, enough to get something started.

I go into a sort of first person close up view, with two people, I think one is my uncle, standing by me. I go through the town that has spontaneously appeared at the dock area (But, of course, to my mind, has always been there.) and look for places to put fishing docks up. Unfortunately, everything seems to be taken up by industrial docks and tourist docks.

I remember at one point I thought I found a good spot, but it was a swimming hole, and thus I couldn't build there.

Everything was slightly reminiscent of Tropico 3.

First, let me get out the bits and pieces from assorted dreams I had throughout the night, most of which I've, unfortunately, forgotten.

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I remember coming home to my mother's house, just to find my cat sitting outside the door. We had apparently locked her out whenever we left to whatever we were doing.

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I'm driving to school with a female friend of mine. I mention how I haven't smoked in months. She hands me a joint. I thank her. I get out to school (It's actually my elementary school this time.) and realize I don't have a lighter to smoke it with. So I run around looking for someone who I think might have a lighter. I remember talking to somebody once, and they were shocked that I was actually going to smoke that here. I told them there was no way I was going to be in a class room for two hours (For some reason, we seniors had to go to our sixth grade teacher's classroom on the last day or something for some reason or another) without being high. I was just going to go smoke it in the bathroom, or something.

Unfortunately, the time got there that I had to go into the classroom. So, I go inside, and find, not surprisingly for a dream, rather than the people in my sixth grade class being there, just everybody from my senior class. We apparently have to take a test, too. I'm pissed, but can't do anything about it. Also, the teacher is a blonde in her thirties, rather than a raven-haired woman in her fifties, like my actual sixth grade teacher.

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Now on to the strip club!

So, I don't exactly remember what happened. We enter an auditorium, which is supposedly my high school's auditorium, but is much larger than that ever was. We've got the entire leadership class sitting on the right bleachers, and a DJ where the left bleachers are supposed to be, with the leadership class teacher in front. He announces something or the other about the strip club, and the leadership class claps as we have curtains go down, blocking out the DJ, the students, and the teacher.

Aaaaand now the auditorium turns into a strip club. I'm not sure how, I'm not sure when. I just know it does.

There's actually only six guys in the entire strip club. Me, two of my friends, A and B, two other random guys, and the bartender.

One or two girls are entertaining the two random guys. One of the other girls in the club (I think it might be a dance club, I'm not certain, actually.) comes up to me, grabs my crotch, and pulls me in for a make-out session. She drags me away from A & B onto the dance floor. Yep, it's a dance club. Anyways, I'm there with my martini (I'm not sure when I got the martini, I just know I did.) out on the dance floor with this chick (She's not even my type, really. I prefer cute over sexy, and she's got no cuteness. Plenty of sexy, but no cute.) and I'm dancing in my white boy style of dancing, but she doesn't seem to care, which pretty much convinces me she was paid to do this, or something like that. Anyways, as I'm finishing my martini, I notice that the dance is going to last only as long as my martini is still there. I finish it anyways, and the stripper/girl/whatever is transported into the martini glass as a miniature version of herself. I almost accidentally swallow her. I return the martini glass and the girl to the bartender.

At this point, the strip club ends, and the red velvet curtains are raised once more. I get a little freaked out, because I realize that everyone, the students, the DJ, the teacher, were sitting behind the curtains for that entire time. Anyways, the teacher disperses the proceedings. One of the kids in the leadership class, a friend of mine named N, walks up to me, and mentions a conversation I had with her sometime earlier in the dreamscape, about how one of my friends decided to smoke in her house. She says something about how my friends smoke in her house, and then use up all of her air freshener trying to hide the smell. This is about where I "wake up."

I think this is the first false awakening I've had. While not necessarily a REAL false awakening, since I didn't wake up in my bed, it's still a dream within a dream sort of thing.

So, I walk through the doors of the auditorium, again. It's sort of set up like the strip club. I do a double-take, and think, "Wait a minute, didn't I just dream this? Did I have a prophetic dream, or am I dreaming again?" Unfortunately, this second idea doesn't hit me, not just yet.

There are rows of seats set up. I figure it's some sort of awards ceremony. I go down to the back row, and see one of my friends, F. F was always a very... Forceful sort of guy. I tell him about the dream I had, and he's focused more on the fact that I said I had the dream "last night". I say "Fine, I had the dream the night BEFORE last night." He's like "No, (Jack), you had the dream THIS night."

Holy shit, I just thought of something. I think F was a DC trying to jar me into lucidity. Fuck, I'm dense.

After arguing with him a bit, I finally agree. I go forward through the middle to find my own seat. I eventually sit down, and the ceremony starts. I don't pay much attention to it.

Eventually, I forget exactly why, I decide to do an RC. I breathe out deeply, hold my nose shut, try to breathe in, and...

Feel cold air enter my lungs.

WELP.

Now, at this point, I'm not completely aware. I think it might have just been a fluke, or something. So I do another RC. I try to put my finger through my hand. While it doesn't go through, I notice I can't feel my fingers. I look at my hands. Five fingers on each, yeah... But they're morphing. Like, they're slowly but surely changing shape as I look at them.

Okay, okay, fine, my subconscious says, you're dreaming. Happy?

So, now I'm at low-level lucidity. I look back up at the stage, and see one of my friends, A (Not from earlier) up on stage in a one-piece black dress. Now, A isn't exactly the... Most slim of girls. In fact, it seems like the dress might fall off at any second. My id automatically seems to want to command the dress to fall, but my super-ego is like "no, no no. Let's just watch the dream. Let's not try to control it, because that's how we've lost lucidity before."

Too bad my lucidity barely lasted half a minute before I faded out. Oh well. I'll probably need to start remembering to rub my hands and stuff like that, if I want my lucid dreams to last longer.

Only one dream I can remember from last night.

I'm driving with my step-dad and mom. Apparently, we're going to go visit one of my step-dad's sisters. I thought we were driving to the airport to take a plane to go see them, but we're driving up into the snowy mountains instead, so I know we couldn't be going to the airport. I complain that I wish they had told me we were going to the snow beforehand, so that I could have brought warmer clothes (All I had in terms of jackets was a hoodie and a windbreaker. They had full winter gear.) My mom acts like I'm being a little bitch, and proceeds to tell me to STFU.

We drive into the area where my step-dad's sister is. Apparently, they live in a trailer, but it's much bigger, thankfully, than my mom's sister's trailer. The area we're driving through isn't actually AT the snowline, just under it, so I should be okay with my clothes. I zip up my jacket just in case.

The trailer is the brightest green I've ever seen, and it really isn't all that big. At all. Like, it's the size of one of those trailers you see at construction sites that works for an "office". I wonder vaguely where we're going to sleep.

We get out, and my mom immediately heads for the ladder leading up to the top of the trailer, rather than saying hi to the family. I follow her. Climbing the ladder is hard, and I can see inside the trailer through a tall door. It looks like a warehouse inside, all gray with barrack-like living conditions. I reach the top of the ladder and ask my mom how long we're going to be here. She starts off with "a whole 2" and I automatically think weeks, and almost start raging. Then she finishes "A whole 2 hours".

While the absurdity of it doesn't make me lucid, I certainly laugh to myself in the dream.

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Heeeey, guess what. I remembered another dream.

I think it started out vaguely having something to do with GTA. I remember being chased by the cops, so I ran into a really reach neighborhood. I was running around these really gigantic mansion houses, avoiding the owners who were in there, wondering what all the running sounds were, just trying to get the cops to stop looking for me.

The second house I ran into, though, I actually got caught by the owners. Instead of being hostile/afraid like I thought they would be, they were actually very friendly, and invited me to have lunch with them, despite the fact that, you know, I was intruding in their house. Oh well. Pretty cool DCs, either way.

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And that's all for now.

Waking up in the middle of the night KILLS my dream recollection, I tell you what.

Anyways, here's what I can remember.

1. I was playing something that I guess was Red Steel. The game came with an actual Katana (Not real, of course) Remote which you used. I had just finished killing an old lady (Don't ask) and I wanted to pick up her gun and use it. However, no matter what button I clicked on the Katana-Mote, and no matter where I searched for it on my in-game body (I thought it might be stuck in my waistband, or something), I couldn't get find the revolver she had dropped.

2. Space. First thing I can remember is fighting a gigantic space bone dragon, and narrowly avoiding getting bitch slapped several times by it. Eventually, we kill it. Somewhere else along the line, we transport right next to a sun (It's at this point that a collective critique/review of the game, I guess it's a game that I'm playing, starts, prompted by Yahtzee Croshaw complaining about the bloom from the sun, then followed by a hundred other people critiquing it for various reasons.) At the sun, we find that the gigantic space bone dragon has revived, and has possessed one of our friends. The only solution is to inject me with an anti-space bone dragon serum, and have my friend swallow me like a pill. Of course, the problem is, even though my possessed friend is all for it, we don't have any water.

So, what we promptly decide to do is switch channels, looking for a channel that would produce a lot of water. Technology about converting TV to real life, I dunno. We eventually reach the History Channel, and a wave comes out. Somebody asks why the History Channel would have water, and we explain about the program on Rogue Waves.

3. I'm working in some sort of supermarket or sports stadium or both. I remember that the night before I was working there, people were celebrating a victory for their team in what is supposed to be the longest play-offs in... I think it was baseball history. People were throughly enjoying the corndogs the company I work for were handing out, but they soon ran out of them.

So, I'm standing there next to my boss, at the entrance to the Supermarket Stadium thing who has requisitioned the same amount of corndogs for tonight as he did last night. I suggest that if we want to make more sales (Even though we were handing them out...) we should increase the quantity of corndogs, since there's so many people eating so many, and we ran out of them last night. He thinks it's a great idea, but he tells me to go find the (Other Company Name Here) guys and see if we can't borrow some from them.

So I'm running through what is now definitely a supermarket, looking for the other company guys. No matter where I go, though, I can't find them. I even look in the Asian Section, where you had a bunch of hi-tech Asian people experimenting with and demonstrating new robot technologies... Once again, don't ask.

4. Starts off with me, my friend G (Yes, same one from before... No, not a dream sign yet.), and my friend J, sitting in one of our parents car, as kids. We're playing around with stuff in the car, with me memorably being very immature in regards to two joysticks in the car that looked like breasts, when we spontaneously grow to our current ages of 18, and decide to drive the car around town.

G, in real life, is a very quiet, solitary sort of fellow. J, on the other hand, enjoys running around doing stuff. This promptly leads to J driving around, saying hi to all of our friends that G has no idea who they are, and is really just sort of getting annoyed with, since most of them are loud and obnoxious. I remember driving through a sort of half-forest half-road half-trailer park area, when we see our friends R, S, and another random person. J & R have always had a sort of flirt-fight thing going on, so when J drives past they start yelling at each other.

We drive past two more of our friends, A & S, who are driving in a rather large truck.

We then come upon a group of a friends in a shopping center, and one of the friends, a girl named T who I haven't seen for a while, comes, gives me a hug, gives me a light, friendly kiss on the lips, and then proceeds to ask me what's my favorite erotic color. Don't ask, don't ask. I respond with purple, and we drive off once again.

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I really just don't know.

I had so many seperate dreams last night, I don't even know where to get started.

Let's start with the least memorable, shall we?

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I was at some, I have no idea what it was. I think it was a graduation party. All of my friends and even some my teachers were there. For some reason, a lot of people were going around shirtless. Don't ask.

One of my female friends was concerned because she was convinced she was putting on weight, and everybody, including myself, tried to tell her she has lost weight.

My Theory of Knowledge teacher also asked me if I had kept up with my reading, because she had apparently assigned me an independent assignment, or something like that, to read a lot.

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I was at my uncle's house, on the patio, which had turned into a sort of game room. I ask him why he doesn't play pool by himself. He says it's too boring. I try to tell him I play solitaire all the time, either by just practicing shots or playing 1-player 2-player. He invites me to play a game. The game goes something like this.

There are holes on the wall of the house. They are at different spots, and different sizes. You have some balls. The objective is to take those balls, and throw them into the holes. Depending on which hole you throw them into, you get various amounts of points.

So, we start playing. Since I, of course, have no throwing ability, I end up missing most of the time. My uncle, on the other hand, makes many points.

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I'm in my old English class. Doesn't act as a dream sign. (God damnit.)

The chairs are reverse to what they normally are.

I'm sitting on the far right, in the back row. My best friend, G, from last dream journal, is sitting diagonally up and to the left of me. Why he still hasn't worked as a dream sign, I really, really don't know.

The assignment, as far as I can tell, is to play and beat a Rogue-like. =/

Yeah, don't ask.

I remember it being black background, as per usual for a rogue like, with red text.

I don't remember what sort of character I was playing, but G was playing... A ranger.

G leaves to go to the bathroom. The class decides, for some reason, to erupt into song. I don't know what song it is, but I vaguely recall thinking it was a popular pop song, by Miley Cyrus or something like that.

My english teacher, Mr. B, tries to calm everybody down, but only really tries once G gets back from the bathroom and makes a comment about the singing. I'm at first afraid G might go into a rage and kill everybody for singing, but then he just sits down and goes back to playing.

The assignment turns into a paper one, although G is still playing the Rogue-like.

It's got something to do with fish. I remember one of the questions was to circle a word in the paragraph below it. It was all really stupid work.

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This was the fuzziest of them all.

I think it was RPG/Fantasy based. I'm walking around a lot, I know that. I remember two middle-aged Jewish women who were walking around who I kept bumping into, as well. I remember vaguely a world-map like view at some points. I know it was definitely Medieval in style, as there was a castle with stone walls, everything was made out of wood, etc. I think there were elves, too. I remember vaguely elven-styled inns along one of the paths. I think I remember going into a tomb.

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Now this was the most action-packed one from last night.

It starts off with me not being there. It's a third person view, like I'm watching a movie.

So, there's two Italian guys. One Italian guy is arrested and betrays the other Italian guy to the police. They're mobsters, I guess. Anyways, Italian guy who got betrayed is like "Ohhhh fuck no, I'm not going to jail." (Some settings included a lot of brick buildings, which I guess was supposed to be NYC.)

So he promptly sets up an entire fortress to get ready for the police. Now, this thing is pretty elaborate. Let me describe it to you

First off, there's only one way into the place. Besides this entrance, the entire place is surrounded by swamp and forest. And this one way is blocked off by a chain-link fence.

The fortress itself is deserving of the name. It's made of a white material, I'd almost call it marble. The Italian guy has every gun imaginable on the damn thing, from artillery pieces to anti-air to machine guns to snipers to... Well, everything. He doesn't exactly plan on being arrested by the police, let me tell you what.

At this time, I'm still in observer mode.

Anyways, things start up. Besides an entire army of police, you have a group of concerned citizens, who also bring their kids along, getting ready to fight the mobster, since he's apparently done some great evil which they must rectify. As the police in their white vans line up at the chain link fence, the mobsters let out a few shots with their AA guns, just to scare them. A company of mobsters goes down onto the path (By the way, the path from the fence to the fortress is a straight, dirt one, about 10 meters, with water to either side.) getting ready to face the on-coming charge.

The police break through the chain-link fence, and all hell breaks loose.

Of course, for some reason, my brain ignores the guns on top of the fortress. All it wants to see is the army of mobsters and the army of police and do-gooders clash.

So they clash, and an epic battle erupts. I think, at this point, I finally enter. I'm apparently on the mobster's side, so I'm going around "shooting" people with my fingers, although I can't remember if they actually affect them, so I think I may still be observing. I do remember at one point thinking about how this was just a video game. Reminded me of Resonance of Fate, because I was sliding around and doing rolls and jumping in the air and stuff.

I remember after a while I decided to try to save some of the kids. I grabbed one, who was actually a kid version of one of my friends, C, and brought him to an island off the path, which was surrounded by forest except for one entrance.

I set him down next to what I can only think was the Great Deku Tree, and ran off to get more children. Oh god that sounds creepy.

So, I grab another child. GOD DAMNIT THAT SOUNDS SO CREEPY. I bring him to the entrance, and notice somebody going in. Somebody sadistic. Oh crap. I rush forward, and tell the guy, who was on the mobster's side, NO KILLING CHILDREN. He begrudgingly agrees, and I set the newest kid down, amongst now an entire group of children.

I go back out of the enclave to find that the battle is over. Stuff happens, and for some reason it turns into something like Sealab, the fortress does, I mean.

I'm going with the commander, the same Italian dude, when something happens. I think somebody accidentally sets off a gas bomb, or something.

I rush to my quarters, and close all the air hatches, including some I'd never noticed before. I also notice a voice transmitter on the door, which I can use to talk to people outside the door. Strangely enough, my quarters are only big enough for me to fit in, and not any bigger. I try to change into another outfit, for some reason. I open a closet door, as the commander is calling me for something, only to remember that's where I stashed my trash. All the trash falls out, and I desperately grab it, rush out, and throw it legitimately away.

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And that's all, folks!

Last night, I had about three memorable dream scenes.

First of all, I was walking (Or driving. I was just moving, I know that.) down the street of my hometown. (Why that hasn't become a dream sign yet, I don't know.) when I decided to take a bath.

Right there, in the middle of the street. Well, on a couch. My old history teacher had just been sitting on the couch, and made some mention of me. I forget exactly what.

Anyways, so yeah. I turn on the water for the couch, and get ready to strip and get in. Then I realize that I'd be bathing in the middle of a god damned street.

So I realize that's a pretty stupid idea, get dressed, get all my stuff, and get on the bus. I figure I should just go take a bath at one of the baths they have in JC Penney's at the Mall.

However, somewhere along the line I realize that'd STILL be too public for me, so I should just go home and take a bath there. However, I also don't want to seem weird getting on a bus and getting off at the same place it picked me up. (While this wasn't true, looking back, it seemed like it.)

I freaked out somewhere in the dream, thinking I had to be at school. Then I realized I didn't have school any more.

Somewhere on the bus drive, we made a stop, and two teenage guys got on. There was a large banging noise, and the bus driver, who I'd apparently befriended by this point, asked me by name (I was sitting right next to her) to go check out the stuff in the back.

I get out, and notice (Well, not really. It seems perfectly normal to me.) that the bus is actually a truck. In the back of the truck is a whole bunch of cilantro. A lot of it has fallen out the back in the process of the two teenage guys stepping on the bus. (By the way, this bus opens from both sides in the front. Bus driver a was heavy-set black lady. Gotta recall details.) So, me and the two guys help pick up the cilantro (I don't even know if this is what cilantro looks like. It kind of looked liked asparagus, but my thin and grass-like. It was REALLY fucking long, though.) and put it back in the truck bed. Then we realize there's also a giant squid and a giant cucumber to put back. So they lift up the giant squid while I pick up the giant cucumber. They put the squid in first, and I squeeze the cucumber in, having to put it diagonally. In order to help fit everything in, one of the guys decides to take one of the squid's tentacles, which was being smooshed up against the back of the truck bed, and put it through the window into the truck cab. We make mention about how this might freak out the "bus" driver, but nobody cares.

Then, somewhere else.

I'm in my old history class room. Me and two of my old school friends, called D and G for now, had an assignment left to do after everybody else. We had to write a poem about fighting on a WWI battlefield, and recite it to the class. D managed to do his no problem. Got it done and over with quick. Every time I tried to do mine, though, I got interrupted. I asked G if he had already done his (G is still my best friend, but he moved to North Carolina five years ago. Why he still hasn't been a dream sign, I don't know. Don't know why my school or hometown hasn't been a dream sign, either.) assignment, and he slyly says yes, meaning he hasn't but he doesn't exactly intend to, either. He makes some snide comments about one of the people sitting near us, and I eventually get up and recite my poem.

My history teacher tells the class to settle down for my poem, then promptly leaves the room. I get up, and start reciting it, but everybody is still talking. So I yell the first line of the din of the class room. As I start reciting the next few lines, another school friend of mine, R, who was always a bit autistic, decides to start shouting the lines to my poem (I don't know how he knows them.) I tell him to stop. He does so promptly.

Anyways, I'm now singing my poem like it's some sort of war song. Somewhere during this, I realize that I don't know the words to this poem. Primarily because I didn't write it. This is someone else's poem. I notice a stanza in the poem I'm reading, though. It's a beautiful stanza. Like, literary fucking genius. Even in the dream world I knew that. In the waking world I know it too.

But for the life of me, I can't remember it. So disappointing.

Anyways, as I'm singing my poem, or at least the poem in my hands, the classroom starts to change. As it seems, singing my poem is doing something to the classroom.

Transporting us in time to 1939's Germany.

Half-way through the poem, it turns into a Nazi national song, and I just let the rest of the now Nazi class take over. The only ones not affected are D and G. For some reason, D has a Karabiner 98k, which he was poking me with with the bayonet when I was reciting lines in the poem about charging with sword and bayonet. (Fuck, the entire poem was really good. I wish I could remember it.)

Anyways, D hands me the K98, which is apparently mine. I'm now dressed up in a Wehrmacht uniform, and apparently in my 30s. I don't ask. It's a dream. When do you ever ask?

I prop it up, and carry it like a Wehrmacht is supposed to. I'm not actually IN the Wehrmacht, I realize. I'm just infiltrating it. D and G get upset because they think I'm going to hurt someone with it (I had previously tried to load it with a real bullet. Now, side note here. I think the size of the bullet was .50 cal. And, for some reason, when I was loading it, it looked like it was going to fit. Silly dream guns.) but I tell them this is how the Wehrmacht carries it (I had it in my left hand, leaning with the belly towards me on my shoulder, supporting it with my right hand. I don't even know if that's how it's supposed to be carried.) so I need to carry it this way.

I walk through the class room towards a trio of Wehrmacht soldiers. I ask them, in the worst fucking German accent I could conjure up "Requisition?" (Which, thinking back, is a word in the English language of FRENCH origin. The Germans wouldn't know what the fuck I was talking about, and would probably try to shoot me for sounding French.) You see, I wanted an MG42. Not measly K98. I talk to the guys a bit, trying to sound German, when I finally admit I'm American. I try to use simple words so they follow along. I explain that I think what Hitler is doing is good (Lies, once more, infiltrating the Wehrmacht) and I wanted to help him, so I moved to Germany and joined the Wehrmacht.

This is about where dream memorability ends.

Not much to write, since I can only, for some reason, remember bits and pieces of my dreams from last night. Like, not even comprehensible pieces. Like, I know I dreamed last night, but I can only get vague feelings and loose images from them.

Does anybody have any idea what might cause a sudden relapse in dream memorability? Just something about the way I slept last night, maybe?

I imagine it has something to do with going to bed early (8 P.M.) then promptly being woken up at about ten or eleven or so by my uncle's drunkenness.

Anyways.

Somethings I vaguely recall...

I'm at my old high school (Again. I really need to start recognizing this as a dream sign, already.) and... Something's happening. I dunno. Isaac tries to sell me some weed. (IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GOD DAMN SCHOOL) After that, he promptly tries to sell me every other drug on the god damned market.

As I'm leaving the school through the field that nobody every actually walks through, but now is apparently the main thoroughfare, I realize I have a gigantic box of candy, filled with everything from Mars bars, to 3 Musketeers, to Butterfingers, to Milky Ways, and few others. I tell my mom, who's walking with me (AND WHO SHOULD ALSO BE A RECOGNIZABLE DREAM SIGN BY NOW.) that I don't want to eat this all by myself and ruin my teeth, so I'm going to go sell it to some friends. She's apprehensive since there's apparently a lot of ghosts at the school. I tell her I was there four years, so I should know if there's ghosts or not. As I'm walking back to the main school, though, I do notice how run down the buildings seem.

I get to my friends without incident. Presenting the box of candy, I ask jokingly "Anybody want to be a fat-ass?" They laugh, but none of them want candy. I say "Really?" and proceed to list off the candy I have. After my marketing genius, they decide to actually buy some.

I go into the bathroom, or something, and wake up. As I'm laying in bed half-awake, I think, "Wait a minute. I didn't get my money for my candy! I bet those Portuguese fuckers took all my candy!" (Not a single one of my friends is Portuguese. I have no idea where this came from.)

Other dreams throughout the night.

I think I was hired to be an arcade-machine repair man, or something. I was excited, because all I really wanted to do was find the DDR machine and play it all night long.

Somewhere else, I was at my old house, back in California, playing with my cat (BAWW MY CAT I MISS HER BAWW), when, miraculously, my brain realized "Wait a minute. I'm in Rhode Island now. I can't be in California. I must be DREAMING!" Unfortunately, it was very unstable, and despite my efforts to stabilize it, I lost lucidity quickly. Oh well. One, even short-fused, lucid dream like that per night is getting somewhere.

I had a dream about sex somewhere along the line, although I can't recall details. I remember something about... Erhm... Firing off too quickly. Subconscious fears?

And that's all I can remember for last night, folks. Happy dreaming!