The Mind is Power; My Dream Journal

I only really had one vivid dream recalled from last night and I had a little fragment that I still remember. I'm not going to bother writing that one down but I will post the dream.

I'm working at brew and grow and I'm handling the front counter while Julie is working in back. The computer isn't working so I'm small talking a customer while I stall for time. I also notice that the light switch is not working either. So it's kinda dark.

The dude kinda looks like a real customer. He's white and probably thirty with brown hair and a beard and goatee. While we are small talking I'm making myself lunch which is chicken alfredo though it's out of some sort of powdered packet.

I look back at the computer and type in some sort of command as the screen is all black and if mostly stays that way. Julie must have said something funny to me because the customer says that what she and I have is special. I think it's ridiculous that he'd say that as I am married and also because I can tell he is jealous and I don't want him going nuts on me.

So as I'm going through my routine (reality checks throughout the day, random stops to just "feel and look" around me, WBTB) I decided to add on a "day journal" of sorts to help me clear my head everynight as well as incubate some ideas for me to dream about and realize I'm lucid. Plus: it'll be a good way to get my creative writing back into the swing of things.

Last night I had no true recall. I attribute this to the fact that I must have slept deeper then I normally do because of a certain partnered action. I also decided not to perform WBTB so as not to bother my wife while she sleeps. I think I'm going to go back to attempting Stephen LaBerges MILD technique while utilizing a day journal to help me incubate dream topics. I've decided I am going to focus on doors, primarily. Anytime I walk through a door I will stop and comb it over while performing a reality check. It'll be tough to integrate into my daily routine but if effort is my only barrier than effort I shall put forth.

As always: wish me luck.

And what I mean by that is I'll routinely wake up an hour or less before my regular alarm clock and realize I remember something. So I'll write it down. It's usually short. And then I'll fall back asleep and in that last 30 mins or so I'll have my most vivid and detailed dream of the night. It's something worth looking into, I think, and I'm going to look into maybe doing an alarm every half hour for the last two hours of my regular sleep. Maybe I'll couple that into the DEILD if I can remember to do it.

I am in Brew and Grow and the rest of the crew is there we are chilling out behind the counter like normal when some guy in glasses comes in. He's a few inches taller than me and going bald. He has a beer gut so he looks like a typical customer. He walks over to me and asks for a "20 amperage setup". I'm annoyed because that isn't the normal lingo we use in the store for figuring out what people need. So I ask Mike to take over for me and he does and ends up grabbing the guy a 150 lumatek. The guy says that was the rig he was looking for and he needs a bulb with 150000 lumens. I tell him there's no way he is gonna get that kinda power out of a 150 and I lean down and pull out a 1000w Hortilux Blue and crack it as I stand back up. I grimace and he laughs. I tell him I accidentally broke it but he's gonna need a bulb similar in power.

I go to the computer and I ask my manager what I should so about the busted bulb. I tell him I don't want to tell Jenny (our inventory girl) because the bulb I broke is super expensive. He tells me just to throw it away and I tell him that I don't want to lie to anyone. I throw it away though.

Now some other guy is here. He comes in and slaps a black computer tower in the counter and I'm immediately annoyed. I tell him flatly that we don't fix computers. But I know what it is. It's one of those secret growing containers. I refuse to help him because we do not help people doing illegal things. So I let someone else take care of him too. He leaves and I notice that he goes walking away with the first guy and I also notice that he left the tower. I ask why and Mike says he is gonna try to fix it.

I then see Julie by the computer and she is wearing a big coat. I then realize it's cold in here and she says she is going to turn the fan off. At the same time Alex starts playing some odd music and looks at me with Antrim and says "From the party!" but I don't recognize it. Mike apparently does because he walks by and says: "How do I know what this is?"

And then a large group of women walk into the store and stand there quietly before turning around and all leaving at once. Creepy

I am on some sort of website for a game I, in my dream, used to run. However in my dream I had given it up and handed it over to this member of my forum. I read this news post where this new owner mentions how hard of a time she is having getting the game ready to go and there is a bunch of sad and upset replies in the thread. I skip ahead to the last page and see a bunch of screenshots of the game. It's 16 bit and mapped out similar to Pokemon. I'm walking around the town as if I'm playing it and i start to like it. I see this wifi battle building several times though.

And finally..

The dream begins with me, Julie, and Mike pulling up to this gorgeous tropical island. Instead of docking the boat a guide, Matthew Mcconaughey, asks us to transfer over to a smaller boat so we can paddle ashore. We do and as we do it starts to rain.

And now we are all swimming in the water and Matthew leads us through this crystal clear water around the island. This group of girls next to me goes diving under water to explore. Everything is crystalline. There is a school of fish swimming around. It's gorgeous.

Now we are on shore and I am in some sort of kitchen with an open view of the ocean and way we arrived. There is a urinal to my right and a few people talking about stuff behind me. I go to use the restroom and the I put my laptop on the kitchen counter. I almost set it on top of Mikes laptop but instead I put if on top of a cutting board. I see a book on the counter with the initials EoT and I read the first little bit. As I read it I am suddenly transported into the world of the book. It's sine future world similar to Pandora but darker and more advanced.

I get a hold of my friend and we talk about how cool the island is when suddenly I get suspicious for some reason. I pull Matthew aside and tell him I think we've been tricked. I don't think he's in on it and I think he'll try to help us.

Last night I think I slept a little bit too soundly. I woke up ahead of my WBTB alarm and decided just to deactivate it since I was up only half an hour before it. Maybe I shouldn't have. And then I woke up, again before my alarm, and managed to wake up with my eyes closed still. I decided I'd give the DEILD a shot but I think I stretched a little too much when I first woke up because I started to notice how loud the birds were outside my window and that made me realize it was probably getting close to time to get up. So I open my eyes and, bam, sure enough I gotta get up anyway.

I'm walking up some windy hill that sort of reminds me of the part of RT64 leading in to Oregon when this woman pulls over next to me and offers me a ride. She asks where I am heading and I tell her Freeport. She is stunned that I'd try to walk that far. So I take her offer of a ride and climb in the passengers seat. I somehow know she is in highschool. A senior. She has a pretty face and long brown hair. I'm instantly attracted to her. She asks me if she can take me somewhere and as she says it she reaches over and grabs my crotch. She grins and says
"I think this means yes."

So we go driving and looking for a place to hide together and that's when my memory of this dream fades.

So I decided to go ahead and give the DEILD method a shot. I wasn't sure how I'd go about attempting it because it involves reflexively keeping my eyes shut when I wake up and, to be honest, I've got no practice doing that. So I go to bed at about 12:30 with an alarm set around 4 o clock. I wake up a few minutes before 4 o clock and turn on my iPod to play some Solitaire. I want to get in the habit of working out the logic center of my mind while I'm in bed at night. I think this will help me out a lot. I go back to bed. About an hour later I wake up because I have to use the bathroom and lo and behold I've got quite a long dream ready and recalled:

Leah and I are driving home from seeing some comedy in theaters with my parents. In the movie I remember it being sorta creepy because the main bad guys were crazy tall and white and really scary looking. During the move in fighting myself to stay awake. I am sitting by Leah. As I watch the movie it sometimes takes on a first person view. The evil looking characters on screen get into a bunch of fights over turf. They remind me of smart zombies. I slowly start to nod off. Towards the end of the movie i go and stand at the front of the theater and watch the last of the movie standing.

After that we head over to a laser tag and my mom makes my brother and I play a game. The women running the place charges five bucks per person. I overhear my mom and sister buying our tix for us. The clerk suggests me and my brother just share a gun to save money until we decide I'd we like it. My mom gets us each our own. The suits have a mouth guard bracket built onto the front and i put it in my mouth without thinking and immediately regret it. In my mind I'm positive I'll have herpes now or something. I glance over and my brother is sitting slouched against a wall on a black bench. He is spaced out. He looked dejected and bored.

Then Leah and i are driving home. We are both tired. I'm using the gps to get us home but I want to stop at a hotel to sleep but we can't because of the dog waiting at home to use the bathroom. Leah mentions that my parents are leading us home a different way than normal. I follow the gps.

Not bad at all for having a few off nights this week. So I go back to bed and I wake up AGAIN. This time I come startling myself awake but the world is in blackness. I can't see anything! You guessed it: I managed to keep my eyes shut. I'm not sure if it was reflex or the fact that I was actively thinking about it before I go to bed. So I'm laying there with my eyes shut. I feel a tiny bit heavy on my back and I feel mostly numb. My toes randomly spasm every once in awhile and my heart starts to race. I know I'm in a good position for the DEILD technique. But of all the things that could happen I start to hear birds singing LOUDLY outside of my window and when that happens I KNOW it's day time and, I'm not sure how, but I KNOW my alarm is about to go off. I hear a faint buzzing sound that is very distinguishable from all of the other noises. Is this part of my HI? I don't know. All I DO know is that I'm suddenly hypersensitive to sounds.

So I stay laying there for a few more minutes when lo and behold the alarm does go off. I get out of bed and grumble my way to the shower. And then while I'm in the shower I'm hit like an epiphany with recalls of "four" other dreams.

I'm in some sort of giant church like structure. My friend Phil is there and so is Lawrence, Chris, and Jake K. We are sitting in the big room where I assume the Pastor is going to preach when somebody starts handing out stacks of bacon as a snack. I say 'Hey, why not' and grab a huge stack and absolutely stuff my face with it. I then go ahead and sit down for the sermon. Time passes, I'm sure, because I'm running out of the room and towards the stairs. I jog up these stairs and turn right to where a small bedroom is. And there are all my friends! Skipping out on the sermon to play video games. I'm mad immediately... Not for skipping the sermon... But for not telling me they were so I could too! I remember in my dream, as well, to be kind and polite around Phil. I know I think to myself that he's a good guy.

For some reason I'm up stairs in some house. I "know" it's my parents house. I walk down the stairs and outside to see some sort of dog out there. My parents had just left to go see a movie. I'm sure of that for some reason as well. So I've been left to take care of the dog. The dogs name is Asimov (Yes, as in Isaac Asimov). For some reason the dog gets hurt or gets killed and my parents return and I tell them what happened. They mention how at the movie they spent the whole time looking for "Asimov" but couldn't find him because he was under a different name. Don't ask me. It doesn't make sense over here, neither.

And now I'm shopping. I've been sent downtown by my wife to go check out this resale shop. I'm assuming it's some sort of 'Platos Closet' because as I walk up to it, it is in an underground mall, the woman at the door goes: "Are you Randall? Leah shops here all the time." I say yeah I am and that I'm here to look at jeans. She asks if I need any help finding anything and I decline. It's at this point she points out that they are closing in 5 minutes. I let her know that I'll hurry. I hate when customers linger in my store. So I look around at the jeans and there's a woman back there as well waiting to help. I don't see anything I really like and end up hoofing it back towards the front to leave. It's at that moment that, for whatever reason, an explosion occurs and I'm sent flying. I land back on the ground and my leg is very clearly broken. The women are freaking out and blaming eachother but none of them seem hurt.

And now I'm sitting in another basement. This time in front of a nice bass stack. My brothers friend, Marc, is there. And I'm pretty sure the other guy is Rob. There's a smaller Asian kid that I've never seen but he has black hair combed over and he plays the guitar. I'm obviously in this band. We shoot the breeze for a little bit and plan to practice when the Asian kid says that this is their last show. They just can't do it anymore. He is kind of a dick. So I ask him, gesturing at my leg, 'Is it because I broke this?'. He shakes his head and says that there's no money in it. I tell him: Well, hey. Once you guys hit 18 you'll be able to play shows every couple of days and make plenty of cash. I tell him my band is playing Marys Place (which we are, in real life! I'm plugging my own band in my own dreams) and that we're bringing in about 20% of the door. I envision what the place looks like so he can see it. I show him a bunch of elegant tables set up in front of a nice stage. Everyone is well dressed. This seems to change his thought process because he's suddenly backpedaling and saying things like 'Well, actually we had plans to...' and then that's all I really remember.

So I got back into doing the WBTB function and my recall was much better. I remember three different dreams. The final one I had during a fifteen minute nap which is pretty wild, honestly.

For some reason I own some house that an old acquaintance, Zeb, used to own or live in. It seems fairly run down but in the basement there is a large collection of band promotional stuff. I'm talking: posters, albums, stickers, shirts, and whatever else you can think of. Somewhere down the line I invite him and a few friends over to my new place and I tell him about the stuff I found down there. He looks at me, very seriously, and tells me not to sell any of it or make any sort of money off of it. I tell him he can have it all back and that, at most, I had just been giving it out for free.

This is just a fragment.I remember seeing some sort of promotion for an album that my buddy Tom is a part of. It's getting rave reviews.

I'm in a dark and gothic looking version of New York City. I work at a grocery store and I look like a younger Brad Pitt. For some reason an epic chase scene starts up and I'm suddenly on top of a moving van fighting for my life to get something or take something from somebody. The car I'm clinging to is swinging this way and that until finally some other person, an older man whom I know somehow, drives along side me and starts bumping me and demanding what I've got/am trying to get. I fight him but eventually he causes an accident and I am thrown from the car. I flash forward to the next morning working at the grocery store. I'm sitting down slumped against a wall when this beautiful woman comes in. She's white with long brown hair and dark eyes. She comes over to me and we begin talking. I don't really know what we talk about until finally I say: "You don't know what it's like. I have no ambition. I'm going with you."

And now we're outside of some large castle looking place and we're talking in a hushed whisper. She says the place belongs to her father, Tsuonga. We walk down these concrete steps that are overgrown by dead trees and arrive in front of a large black and brown polished door. For some reason I can suddenly see a glowing yellow receptacle similar to the one seen while playing Oblivion. I make a little joke about it and she nervously laughs. And then the door swings open. We slowly walk in and as we do I warn her that sometimes, in Oblivion, you can get invited into a room and then attacked for no reason. So she needs to be careful.

We're in this building now and everything about it is gigantic. The ceiling is arched and appears infinitely high. There seems to be several different levels all displayed above us, sort of like a mall, and everything reeks of opulence. But everything is still very dark. So we crouch and start to slowly make our way forward. She mutters something in my ear about keeping a lookout for her dad and I nod and we continue. And then suddenly we hear him jogging down the stairs and to the bottom where we are at. He looks odd though. Like a mix between the Mars Attack Aliens (without the helmet) and the Green Goblin and his movements remind me of an NPC in any RPG you've ever played. One minute he's far away and the next, like framerates skipping, he's mere feet away. He jerks towards us and then back up the stairs. My heart is hammering and I motion for her to slowly move forward. So we do. And then suddenly he's descending upon us and obviously furious. We start to fight back but he's absurdly strong. For some reason I try to use some form of magical lightning but my power is low and I'm unable to hold him with it. I run up a set of stairs as and grab him from behind as he closes his arms around some person that is suddenly there. It appears to be a girl. I scream to the girl that I arrived here with and tell her that I'm going to pull his face away from the woman, as he is gnawing on her neck, and that she needs to be ready to shoot power into him even if he is her father. She says OK.

So I grab hold of his chin and grimace as I feel the wetness of the open wound and his saliva and I pull my hardest to get him away from the womans neck. He's biting furiously like a zombie and I'm struggling to even keep him still. And then I wake up.

For the first time in a looong time I drew a complete blank when I woke up this morning. It worries me because I've felt outta touch a bit with my routine and I'm not seeing any results. Optimism is the cure for dry spouts, I've heard, so I will go forth with positivity! Wish me luck guys.

I absolutely hate dreaming about my work. It infests my life enough during the day why does it have to invade me at night? And what's worse is the only way I can parlay my work into a dream sign is if I do RCs at work all the time and... That's just hard to do.

Any suggestions?

The main event:

I remember working at Brew and Grow with Mike. We are hanging out working when Scott arrives with the truck. Rather than bringing it through the back door like normal he comes through the front. The first pallet he sets down is tall but skinny. Alex comes over to help unload it and I ask him how big of a truck we have. He says about two hours worth of work.

Only one dream last night.

It seems lately that my dreams aren't hitting me right when I wake up. I quit doing the WBTB (I was waking up my girl) and I'm thinking that has something to do with it. Now rather than remembering a few deeper dreams at random spots in the night I'll wake up and remember a list of separate dreams. This morning, for example, I woke up and remembered three different and distinct dreams. Awesome.

I pull into a concrete parking lot and park right in front of a building. I get out and walk past a guard rail and right past a glass door. It dings and I look behind me to see Lawrence emerge from the building. He waves me over and we head inside. As we enter the building he explains to me that the guy behind the counter owns everything in here. He is impressed. When we get inside I realize it is some sort or hot dog joint. It reminds me of top dog or skeeters. The man behind the counter is probably in his mid forties and dark skinned. He has dark black hair and looks a little sweaty. The customer in front of us buys something and it costs him almost twenty bucks. I'm shocked by the mark up.

I am in an elevator and I want if to take me to the first floor. However once I get there the elevator turns back around and brings me flying back to the top of the building. My heart is racing. Once we hit the top floor the elevator turns upside down. I'm close to freaking out but somehow I keep my cool while it goes plummeting back to the first level. But we go through the first level and suddenly I am in a basement level. I smack some sort of emergency switch and the elevator creaks to a halt. The door in front of me flies open to reveal a load of wiring. I start pulling on wires and eventually manage to pry the door open enough to slip out.

I am in a subterranean area. There are boxes and pallets everywhere and it seems sparsely lit. I'm nervously walking around looking for a way back up when I see a body lying on top of a half empty pallet.

I am at the counter of brew and grow and I'm ringing customers out when an elder man and his wife and kid come up. At the time I was jotting things down in my notebook, mainly adult websites for some reason as well as all my social networking info, and I'm worried that he'll see it or his kid. I check them out and for some reason tear off the paper with the info and hand it to his wife and I tell them to contact me if they run into issues.

I run into some band members there. We start small talking about each others tunes. We are both very complimentary and polite to eachother. Then I decide to leave. I hop in my car and start cranking the acoustic version of stillbirth. I drive away and end up pit stopping at a mcdonalds. I go inside, just passing through, when i see Leah walk in. I sit at a table to hide sort of and watch her walk by with a grin. I then get up and head outside and back to my car which is somehow a convertible with a selectable roof. It's starting to rain so I raise the shell of the roof and drive off.

Also I got to talking with the singer, and a good friend, of my band and we get onto the subject of dreaming and I, hesitantly, brought up lucid dreaming. It turns out he's done it quite a few times before. It's really inspiring and I think having someone like that to talk to is going to help me out in the long run.

Wow. Five good recalls in one single night. A new high for me! They were decently vivid too, at least the longer ones were, and a few of the fragments were literally flash in the pan. What makes me really happy about this is that I did not perform WBTB. I simply remembered that many different dreams upon waking. Hopefully I'm getting close! I'm RCing about 10 times a day, on a guess. As well as perusing the forums occasionally. Every time I RC I repeat to myself "If I'm dreaming, I will become lucid" and I look around the room for any signs of dreaming. Does that, coupled with my daily DJ, seem like enough to incite a DILD?

Anyways: onto the dreams.

I'm walking through some sort of in between that goes from rural Illinois to downtown Chicago. The goal is to meet a bunch of friends as well as my wife's dad at a place to eat dinner. We are trying to decide where to eat when i decide that a steakhouse sounds good. So I go through this in between and end up in a little long room with two wide red couches and two wide tvs. It doesn't say it anywhere but I know this is a Blackhawks fanclub.

I wee Vern there and we decide to go on ahead. He asks me where I want to eat. I think a moment and decide on this steak house. With my steak knife with me for some reason we set out to walking out of the club and down the street.

And now for sole reason I'm doubling back. I've walked back through the in between to go get my friends. I'm looking for Jake Chris and Lawrence. For some reason I know they have begun to cross the I'm between, which now looks like a corn field, so I head back to cross it.

I try to wade through it but it is too thick now. I decide to walk along side it instead and i soon make it halfway across when suddenly Chris, wearing dress pants a button up and a tie, emerges and greets me. Jake is right on his heels. We have a short discussion about some rapper before I tell them what's for dinner.

Nate Phil and I are hanging out in the basement of what I assume is my parents house. There is a punching bag hanging from the ceiling and the other posts have wrap around them for more martial arts.

Phil and Nate are hanging out when I come in with my laptop and a fresh recording of one of our songs but this Time with drums on it. I start to play it and Phil is instantly annoyed cause he is tired of hearing that song over and over again.

I play it anyways and he says it is actually pretty cool outside of the timing issues. As he is saying this I am tending to a small hydroponic garden in a tent. The floor of the tray in the tent is covered in a milky orange substance. I start cleaning it out when the guys decide they want to go outside.

So we do and it's really late and dark out. I bring my laptop with me but through the walls I can hear the music we were blaring. It's avenged sevenfold. I go back inside a few times to turn it down.

Eventually my mom comes out for a minute after we head back in and says she will wake me up at nine. Phil is closed to passing out when he, alarmed, asks if they have to leave then as well. I tell him no and not to worry about it and to enjoy sleeping in.

Randall Cropp


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Fragment. I'm with some group of people when this creature called the Machi appears. It looks like a monster of the Seachen People out of the Wheel of Time series. It looks like a dragon but the size of a horse. Someone kills it and I remember getting very sad.

Leah and I are watching some sort of talk show with Keanu reeves on it. There are a bunch of kids that he starts to play fight with. We are watching the event from overhead and at an angle. Keanu is diving around and throws a marker at this little girl. It nails her in the forehead and she drops like a bag of rocks. I remember laughing in my dream. This happens to three kids.

Fragment. I dream I make myself admin on Militate.

I dream I'm driving up some road at night and turning on corners. I'm out in the country. There is a car right behind me. I have my laptop out and am trying to catch a WiFi signal. I finally do catch one and I pull over. The car behind me passes.

So I woke up this morning pretty let down. I only had two really minor dream fragments:

In my first dream all I remember was putting on some really long razor extension, those black plastic guards, onto my electric shaver and then beginning to shave my beard.

My second dream I'm walking down some sort of hallway to a gymnasium or auditorium. I am with a group of people. We go through these big double doors and are told to grab a bunch of orange benches and chairs and tables to bring back to a bigger gym for some sort of presentation. In the dream I remember asking myself 'Why can't we just present here?' and then that's really it.

I had to work hard to remember those tiny fragments. It was almost an hour after I woke up that I remembered those.

Had a bit of trouble remembering my dreams in the morning. I wrote one when I woke up at 5ish but it came out pretty incoherent. I have no idea what this means:

And suddenly I'm tagging along as I follow someone else down what appears to me to be a dream room.

When I woke up in the morning, for good, I had to walk around and really try to remember what I dreamed about. Normally I woulda thought that I wouldn't be able to come up with anything but I managed to remember two more:

I'm visiting some sort of house out in the middle of nowhere where a bunch of people my age are living or at least partying. I'm there to visit and i don't quite fit in. I have a journal I keep with me where I write my secrets and personal stuff. This place is at the end of a very tall hill. Leah is there I think.

I remember at some point we are all in this big open hot tub area that is surrounded by nothing but glass.

So when I finally leave I forget to grab my journal and i am very worried that someone might read it. So I call Leah and ask her to grab it for me.

I'm visiting my mother on what appears to be a mostly abandoned farm. I don't think it's hers but it does seem like she is vacationing there. It sounds like something my mom would do. I walk into the dark grass and there she is tending a bunch of plants that are on a big table. She says something to me but I'm not sure what exactly.

Suddenly I'm in some sort of office building and there seems to be some sort of jurrasic park inspired ride there. It looks like one of those kid roller coasters that take you by little scenes from the movie to try and scare you. I figure I have nothing better to do so i hop on. The ride begins right away and I'm first taken to an exhibit with a raptor. I force myself to scream and laugh and to make it sound like I'm having a good time. I don't know why.

I'm taken by a few more exhibits before I decide this is too lame for me. I hope off of the ride and begin to hoof it outta the building. I don't know why I'm completely alone.

So I woke up this morning and couldn't remember any of my dreams. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wake up a little bit and then suddenly I remember two VERY long dreams (for me) in vivid detail. And they were very different from eachother. How awesome is that? So it isn't an LD but it's still something. My dreams are picking up which has to be a good sign.

This was an epic dream. I come into the dream as a guy who lakes vaguely like my buddies dad (Jake k) invites me to come to his sons wedding. In real life I would never go because the son in question is an asshole and has Been horrible to me. But I follow the guy anyways.

He leaps onto an electric scooter and I guess I do too be because we take off on the pavement towards a turnpike once there I see a small replica scooter in the sand. I wonder to myself if I should grab it.

I don't because I decide he'd tell me if I should or not. We continue on and suddenly we are no longer on the scooter. In fact we are running. To the wedding. But first we slide to a stop under another sandy overpass and i see a bunch of bottles in the sand. The man next to me glances at a piece of paper and says I have to collect them. I glance at them and see that they are cologne vial looking containers of a coffee mixture. I realize to myself that these must be wedding favors and I am instantly disappointed because I was hoping my party favor would be a job offer. I try not to let it show and I continue to follow the man until we arrive at a beach where there is this gigantic boat in the water. It has a giant anchor to it's side and it appears that the captain of the ship, who is the brother I realize, is fishing for dolphins by shooting the anchor forward and slowly pulling it backwards.

And wouldn't you know it. Suddenly I am in the water and caught on the anchor. I struggle to climb up the giant mechanism until i come level with the boat from the anchor side. I am still underwater somehow and breathing through a giant blow off tube. I make my way nervously over to his boat and leap on board unsure as to how I'd be received. I glance into the water and see fins caught in the anchor.

And then we are walking down the sandy beach and my wife is there. So is my buddy Phil i realize. I start to tell Leah we need a vacation near a beach but she doesn't quite understand what I mean somehow and I storm off.

For some reason I'm in a co Ed shower and there is this totally hot black woman there. I'm minding my own business when suddenly she pulls me close and I think we have sex.

Next thing i know I'm at where I assume is my house. I walk up the stairs and go into my room and get on my computer. Shortly thereafter my irl wife shows up and we start fooling around a little bit. I try to go to this website that has adult material but I have problems accessing it because it has a specific and very inappropriate password on all the boards.

So I don't know why but I'm suddenly outside of an old looking wal mart. I drive up to the glass doors and park my car there. I give a wary look behind me at a crew of messed up looking beggars and then go inside.

All I remember from being inside is seeing the same woman from the shower. She is with who i assume is her friend and also her boyfriend. She sees me and asks if I remember her because she is pregnant. I freak out and say no and leave.

Outside of the store again I have to get around the beggars. Their faces seem to be peeling off and they seem to want my car. I run to my car and throw it open and hop inside. I glance in the back to make sure nobody is hiding and realize I'm in the wrong vehicle. I roll outta the car and sprint to whee my car really is. I repeat the process and that's all I remember from that dream.

Finally I get to avoid checking the "fragment" box

So I've had 11 dreams recalled in the last 3 or 4 days. Definitely not bad and muuuch better than I had been doing. I guess it was just my hectic schedule/lack of proper sleep. Anyways I have three more to report for you guys. I could have had a 4th, I'm pretty sure, but it faded before I could get a good grip on it. Sometime they come back over the course of the day but this one didn't.

Dream One: Playing music with a buddy. This was a cool dream because when I was walking around, in the dream, with the guitar and strumming it felt really cool to actually be able to play something. I can barely play in real life.

Austin a friend and I are behind some sort of eat out spot on like a back patio where there are more tables and such. I'm convincing Austin to stay and play the show with me and to move in with me. He's reluctant to but finally agrees to as long as he can leave every night by midnight to go home to his parents. At the time I think it's odd that he's willing to do that.

So i star jamming some finch song on guitar while waiting out back for people to come and a few kids pass by on their way inside. They are super impressed by what I'm playing. Finally it's time for the people eating to come out and watch the show. They start filing out to the various tables and I take the stage. Suddenly I'm really nervous and I realize I don't know any songs. My wives parents are there and I'm scared i disappointed them.

This was the tiniest sliver of a fragment.

I also remember some odd fragment as well. I can't remember if what position it is for but my buddy Justin recruits me for his band. And then I'm hanging out with my buddy Josh. And then the dude from hello goodbye is walking down the stairs while playing a ukulele and singing.

Weird

Another basketball related dream. Fffuuu. Why don't I RC? I know my dream signs..

I'm playing full court basketball with the Chicago bulls against some random other guys. I get to one end of the floor and go up for a huge dunk but some defender pulls me down. As I land I go right back up from the other side to try and put it back. I go onto a message board and see a thread about best dunks you've ever missed.

So I finally got a good nights sleep and I remembered four dreams. I only managed to write down three of them, however.

I'm in some kinda wal mart and I am trying to be nice to this guy and group of people that all play this game together. For some reason they are mean and I manage to stGe a fKe funeral for them. So I do and trick everyone until this guy that looks like Jake k. comes in. He's part of the grpup I tricked people about. So I immediately sprint off down an aisle to try and get away but he keeps popping up. He seems almost chill about the whole thing but I know he's mad and can't let him catch me. I go diving outta these steel truck bay doors and take this huge jump and i go flying through the air. Right before I do I see a stack of kids toys that toys geared towards liberals. Then I go sliding out the truck door and taking a huge jump. Right as I jump I hear some more conservative style folks talking crap about what I did. And now I'm flying through the air and everything is smaller. I hear someone mention something about soldiers and then I start to land.

I'm hanging out now in front of a house right across the street from a basketball court. It's getting dark out but I don't care. I call my friend Austin and ask him to come over and play ball with us (and I don't know who 'us' is). So he shows up and then I wake up

or some reason I'm driving over to where I assume my buddy Austin lives. I get there in time to see another friend go inside. I follow him inside. The house is cluttered and two stories. There is stuff everywhere. Austin comes down the stairs and tells us to follow him upstairs as he has a treat for both of us. We follow and for some reason I'm suddenly holding two bowling balls. One I really did used to own and the other I'm not sure where I found/got it. It was jarring enough that I think I came close to lucidity.