memorable

I love dreams that make no sense. Carrot, you are in this dream!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The first thing I recall is being in my apartment, though Isuspect activities happened in the dream before that. My apartment has brownshaggy carpet and a narrow window that extends from floor to ceiling. A shaftof sunlight comes in through the window and illuminates the floor and a smalltable.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Next to the small table is a soft chair and I sat down touse the phone. I call the pharmacy, because I want to get some ecstasy for meand my friend. Knowing that they will never just give it to me without a goodreason I invent a story that I am a war veteran with post-traumatic stressdisorder. I had heard about a local veteran being stressed and this seemed likea believable excuse.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The pharmacy never doubted my story for a second. Feelingtriumphant, I left my apartment and got into my car to head up the hill. I’venever had a pharmacy perched high on a hill before but this seemed like a goodplace for one in my dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking in I notice it looks like most pharmacies; clean,white, and filled with overflowing shelves of health products. I walk rightpast all these and up to a counter where a pharmacist is leaning over on hiselbows.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m here to pick up a couple of prescriptions.” I say tothe man, who shows no specific interest in me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He asks for my name and I tell him. He turns to his shelfand brings me one of the two scrips I phoned in. He then turns to his computerto check something, making me wait a moment while he figures something out. Hishead is down and he is not observing me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Finishing with the computer task he obtains my prescriptionand starts counting out pills. One by one he moves them along a blue tray andinto a catch area, counting out loud as he goes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Half of these are full strength and half of these are goingto be half-strength. You understand?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, Yes, I understand.” I wasn’t about to argue this point.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking up at me, he suddenly asks, “So, why do you need aprescription for ecstasy anyway?” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think OH SHIT! I hadn’t really thought this perfectlythrough. I had my reason, but I certainly didn’t look the part. I NEED TO PLAYTHIS UP A BIT, I thought.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Placing my hand on my head and acting uncomfortable I said, “It’sbeen so difficult lately to get by.” I glanced up and shuffled my feet asthough I had a limp. I was doing my best to make him think I was the troubledwar veteran. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The pharmacist just gave me a non-committal look, as thoughnothing I said mattered to him. He slightly shrugged his right shoulder andsimply said, “Okay.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]If he hadn’t turned right then to head into the back of thepharmacy, he would have seen the look of relief wash over my face. I couldn’tbelieve he actually bought it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The pharmacist hadn’t been gone for even a minute before Ibegan to doubt myself. Perhaps he was in back calling the police. Maybe he wastalking to his boss about me. I had to find out.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding the only way to find out was to go where he had, Iwalked around the counter and down a hall towards a back room. Opening the doorI walked right in on the pharmacist and his partner, the other pharmacistworking in the store. Their white coats were gone and it was evident that theyhad been having butt sex.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stuck my hands in the air defensively and said, “Hey, whoa!I didn’t mean to walk in on you. I know how much you like butts. I like butts,too!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The two just looked at me but never said anything. It wasclear that I should just leave. I grabbed the bottle of medicine located on thelamp table to my left and exited quickly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking through the pharmacy I went ahead and took one ofthe ecstasy pills. I was hurrying, knowing it was lucky I even got themedicine. I uttered a huge sigh of relief when I was through the doors andoutside, knowing my chances of getting away from there with my prize were stillremote.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The taste of the pill is barely noticeable, but already Ican feel the effects of the drug in a mild way. The sensation is more like theanticipatory build-up to a drug experience than the actual effects of the drug.Still, it’s enough to get me excited as I get behind the wheel of my car andstart the engine. I feel exhilarated as I put the car in reverse and begin toback up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Glancing off to my left side I notice my friend has arrived,clearly on his way to the pharmacy to pick up his prescriptions. Like me, hewas supposed to pick up one legitimate prescription and one bottle of ecstasythat I had ordered for him. I decided I needed to talk to him before he made itinside so I pulled the car through the lot and parked along the curb near hisapproach path.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I had to roll down my window to get his attention. “Hey,dude!” I got him to come closer to me so I wouldn’t have to shout.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Yeah?” Something about his voice always sounded like he hadhis hands in his pockets and it didn’t matter what you told him, the answerwould always be something non-committal. Indeed, his hands were in his pockets,and the slouch of his body suggested he had the weight of the world on his shouldersbut he was used to it being there and he was just trying to get through hisTuesday.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Listen, I know I got you into this and you don’t have toget the prescription for ecstasy if you don’t want to, just please, don’t fuckme on this! That’s all I ask!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He took this in stride as though I had asked him to addfabric softener to the laundry load. He simply said, “Okay.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Okay.” I watched him walk away towards the pharmacy. As heentered the sliding doors I pulled away from the curb and onto the road whichled back down the hill.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I felt so light, so free, and I began speeding down theroad, faster than was probably safe. The road was wet and had several spotswhere the pavement flattened out before dropping off sharply, causing me tocatch air and land with a bump strong enough to make me wish I had slowed downa little. Still, I was making good time and was nearly at the bottom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The slope of the hill eased and became a mostly flat roadthat ran along a wide creek or small river. The water was contained bycobblestone walls from which people would hang their poles out over the waterand attempt to catch the fish-of-the-day. Mostly it was just a bunch of oldpeople that liked to get together and talk about sex.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went speeding by all these guys in my car, driving rightinto their fishing lines and equipment as though I belonged there more thanthey did. I upset several fishermen as I tangled their lines together and gotthem caught up under my wheels, though I didn’t come to a stop until I reachedthe end of the waterway, at which point the road made a sharp turn to the left.This is where I finally parked my car and got out, handing a net and some thickfishing line to the man who was standing closest to me. He was still yelling atme with his thick accent as I walked off through a nearby park and beyond to arestaurant with outdoor seating.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I strode right up to a long table about chest high where Ifound my mom waiting for me. I hop up onto a barstool type seat and beginlooking over the menu, telling her I’m glad to see she came. I briefly considertelling her about the ecstasy I consumed, but think better of it and decide notto a split second before my dad shows up. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I had not expected my dad to come to the dinner, and mydispleasure should be obvious. I’m clearly scowling and hunkering down in mychair like I didn’t want him to talk to me. I was bothered by everything abouthim, from his odd-looking beard to his Nehru jacket which seemed so out ofplace for this day and age. I wanted him to leave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He converses with my mom for a moment and she is polite tohim. As he excuses himself to visit the bathroom I ask her how she can havepatience for him and his act. She says something motherly about how time haspassed and I accept her answer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Realizing I need to go to the bathroom also I excuse myself,and as I walk from the table I find my mom needs to use the restroom also. Aswe approach the bathroom and the unusually long line I find I am standing nextto Carrot and we are talking while we wait for available stalls. We haven’teven entered the bathroom yet, still standing outside in the cold with aboutten other strangers who all need to pee. I start giggling about something andthis sets Carrot into a smiling fit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When free stalls finally open up we go running in to use thebathroom, our bladders overly full with piss from our beers. I don’t recallactually using the toilets but we came out pretty quick and went straight todrying our hands, skipping over anything to do with water or soap. The DysonAir Blade by the door warms up our hands in the cold air.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking out I pass the line for the men’s room and everyonein it is wearing lumberjack plaid, almost like what you’d expect if it was aplaid holiday. Some men even sported coonskin hats and thick gloves, though theweather didn’t seem cold enough for such accessories. I laughed with Carrot aswe ran away and back towards our table.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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This dream was odd. I had lucid and non-lucid moments, but my athletic ability to climb was truly surprising.

And so many dream signs!


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The day is Halloween, and I am with my kids scrambling toget them ready to go over to their grandparent’s house. Last minute touch-upsto costumes and making sure the front door is locked, we leave and head over totheir side of town.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the dream their house is on a side street along SouthFirst, far from their real home. A privacy fence surrounds the front yard andI’m not accustomed to walking through a gate to get to their door. Inside thehouse the living room is decorated for a Halloween Party, and a few pumpkinscan be found in the corners of the room instead of outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The clock says it is close to 7:00 P.M. but the sky stillhas light in it. I am just about to leave with the kids when the phone rings.The random person who answers it tells me that my daughter’s teacher is on thephone, and I can’t imagine what could be so important that she would call onHalloween night. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Reaching for the corded white phone I say Hello with aquestioning sound, still not sure what could be so important as to call now.She explains that she is in north Austin and wants to know if the neighborhoodaround the school is a good place for trick-or-treating, knowing we live rightacross the street from the school. I wonder why she is in north Austin when Iknow she lives southwest.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Gesturing with my hand as I speak I explain to her thatnormally she could come visit us and see that the school neighborhood is agreat place for trick-or-treating, but seeing as we are at the grandparent’shouse we aren’t handing out candy at home this year. I think about whichneighborhood I should recommend, debating in my mind the best places for candyand finding people home. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think you should try the neighborhood around the school,“I tell her. “There are lots of people around with kids and there will be morecandy than going to some of the western neighborhoods. Of course, you couldalways come visit us off South First, lots of people over here giving outcandy.” I smile thinking about how much fun the kids are going to have, brieflywishing I could be one also.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“It’s already 7 o’clock. You probably have about 90 minutesto trick-or-treat, and every 30 minutes you delay reduces the chances ofgetting a good supply of decent candy. It would probably take you too long toget here. I suggest you either stay where you are or try the neighborhoodaround the school.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel disappointed that we won’t get to see her and herkids for Halloween but the thought of being helpful lifts my spirits. I reallywant them to have a good time.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get off the phone and walk from the dining hall to theliving room, finding myself in the house I shared with my mom in the early90’s. I walked out the front door and found it was daytime, perhaps earlier inthe day than before, though I still felt it was just after 7P.M. People werearound inside and out as though I was holding a party, so I assumed that I mustbe having people over. Even my neighbors were out walking about the street butI did not recognize any of them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the driveway stood a man with a motorcycle, an oldermodel clearly in need of repair. The body was black but the rims of the bikewere golden instead of the normal chrome typically found on bikes like this.The biker was likewise dressed in black, and his clothes appeared a bit rattyas though he had been wearing them for years. His attire seemed odd consideringhow hot it was outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man turned off the bike’s engine as I approached andwalked to the opposite side of the bike from me. I noticed that fluid wasleaking from a seam close to where the front poles attached to the frame of thebike, and as I bent down to inspect it closer the leak intensified. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Your bike is leaking!” I said this with urgency, though notquite a shout. The man stopped and looked back to where I had indicated. “Isthat a problem?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think it might be.” He said this matter-of-factly andthen smiled at me, his handlebar mustache flaring up as his dirty teeth peekedout from between his chapped lips. His oversized round goggles made his faceseem overly cheery despite the spike on his classic-style helmet.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The liquid came in contact with some hot part on the bikeand began to steam/smoke. The smell was part gasoline and part coolant, anunusual smell for a motorcycle. Some of the paint on the front column began todisappear, exposing grey metal beneath. I began to back away from the bike,expecting it to catch fire at any moment. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]This seemed like a good time to go indoors, and I headedupstairs. For some reason I felt I needed the phone again, and I grabbed it offa table in my upstairs room. People were out on my balcony and I looked aroundfor a quiet place to talk on the phone, the music playing in my room too loudfor a private conversation. I was aboutto choose the closet or bathroom as a good place to talk when something caughtmy eye outside.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Quickly turning to my right I heard a crashing soundaccompanied by a frightening rumbling sound, similar to the effect of a tankpassing by. I looked out the window and past the people sitting outside to seea yellow crane passing my house and turning to crash over the fence between myproperty and the neighbor’s house. A large scoop/wrecking ball was attached toa cable at the front of the crane.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Moderately upset that the man had driven the crane over myproperty and left deep grooves in the yard I suddenly realized that if he wasgoing to trash and demolish the furniture around the backyard pool I should askif I could have first-crack at some of the stuff before it became trash. Therewas some nice furniture over there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turned again and raced through the room, passing right onby the stairs to the first floor. I needed a quicker way down and I foundmyself on the front balcony, a structure that didn’t normally adorn the housebut something I had always wanted, and would have placed there had I built thehouse myself. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I found myself looking out from the third floor of what wasnormally a two-story house, and I briefly wondered how I was going to get downsafely if I wasn’t using the stairs. Becoming suddenly aware I was dreaming Iknew the best way down would be to vault over the railing and lower myself downto the second floor. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Getting over the rail was easier than I expected, and eventhe rough wood gave me no splinters as I climbed down. I did not feel my weightas I expertly lowered my feet to the second floor railing, the rough woodproviding plenty of grip to keep me from falling. Remaining on the outside ofthe railing as I brought my body down I repeated the maneuver I used, quicklyfinding myself just four feet above the ground. An easy landing brought me tothe grass in the front yard where the driveway should normally be, and I ranalong the side of the house to catch up with the mighty yellow beast.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The fence was destroyed and a moderate pile of debris andwhat used to be patio furniture sat next to the pool. I almost skidded as Imade the turn into the yard, running past the crystal clear water and over tothe patio near the hot-tub. I managed to catch the attention of the manoperating the vehicle as he approached. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man was dressed in a blue button-up shirt, patternedlines all over the material. Khaki shorts and loafers completed his outfit, andhe stood before me like a man unsure of how to react. He appeared to be in hislate 40’s and was balding slightly on the top of his head. I suspected hisancestry to be northern European, his face round but flat on top with a widemouth and thin lips. He didn’t seem like someone who smiled often.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hi, I’m your neighbor, Melanie. Welcome to theneighborhood! I was wondering, if you’re going to demolish everything could Ilook over any of the furniture or other things before you destroy them?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I gave him my most pleasant smile as I asked, dipping myhand in the beautiful water of the hot-tub, surprised to find it cold andinviting, just like the nearby pool. He stuck his hands in his pockets, lookeddown and scuffed his shoes in the dirt.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Shucky darn, “he replied. “I haven’t decided yet if I’mgoing to demolish everything. I guess so.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I believed he was indicating I could look around for thingsI liked though he never was any clearer with his answer. I turned my gaze tothe house over my right shoulder and saw a young girl, presumably his daughter,staring out at us from a wide window in the kitchen. She was probably aroundten years old, pretty, with long hair and a blue shirt. She sat on a stool andturned her head to the side when I looked at her, as though she was avoiding mystare. She seemed meek, possibly unsure of what was going on and how to react. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The kitchen was beautiful and seemed fitting for such a nicehouse. Wide, well-lit spaces with new appliances and furniture that looked likeit was made from polished bamboo or some other light-colored wood. I wasenvious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Knowing I had done what I set out to do I knew it was timeto leave, telling myself that I didn’t want to upset this guy, particularly ifhe was going to be my new neighbor. He seemed like a nice dream character, Idecided. When I wake up, I thought, I should tell the people on DreamViewsabout him. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked back over to my house and entered through the reardoor, the messy floor immediately coming into focus. The party must have endedand everyone had left, possibly when the giant construction vehicle had showedup. It had been a little scary.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I got some sleep last night and I had some interesting dreams. This one was lucid, involved flying, and I remembered DreamViews and the lovely people here!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have a false awakening and I’m lying in my bed at my dad’shouse in California. I find I am not in his current house but the one he hadwhen he lived in Alameda for 25 years. The bed is near the corner of the roomand to my left (while lying on my stomach) is a window, brightly lit by themorning sun. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The window is covered by paper shades, a thin material thatrolls up just like a typical window blind. I lift it up and when my eyes adjustto the bright scene I see the ocean. It’s a beautiful scene to wake up to. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Normally I should see another house from this window, but Ifind myself looking at water instead. I decide I want some pictures to show thepeople on DreamViews, to show off how beautiful the scene I wake up to is. Ifind my camera on the table and place it near the window. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking closer, I realize the window is a bit dirty, and Istart rubbing the glass with my finger. It isn’t working as well as I wouldlike, and I think how I hate this effect in dreams. I appear to be aware thatI’m dreaming but I can’t control anything yet. I continue cleaning the glass asbest as I can, hoping to make a nice clean spot for my camera lens. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Noting that some of the dirt is on the outside of the windowwhere I can’t clean, I give up and place my camera near the window. I move thecenter-point around, trying to get the camera to focus properly and adjustexposure, cursing myself for not bringing my film camera. The scene finallyresolves into focus, and I notice that I’m looking out at the bay, not theocean. In the background of the picture, across the water, is a large greymountain that doesn’t normally appear anywhere in the Bay Area.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stare at the mountain for a minute, trying to figure outhow it got there. It’s not like a normal mountain, covered with trees orsnow-capped. Instead it’s almost smooth, as though it was covered with slopedglaciers. Fracture lines are visible in what appears to be ice, though I havenever before seen a glacier so dull.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I take a couple pictures of this scene and decide I would ratherhave some pictures from the beach, so I get up and walk out of the house. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Normally I would have to walk a few blocks and make someturns to even see water from his house, let alone get anywhere near a beach. Onthis day, however, an alley ran right along the side of the house which ledstraight to the water. I really wanted to fly to the beach and get therefaster, but normal flight didn’t fit in with my desire to swim, so Icompromised and flew on an air mattress. Like most of my flying dreams I movedas though I was in water, lying on the air mattress and pushing my handsagainst the air to move forward. I knew I was dreaming for sure but I had nodesire to change anything.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I flew past many houses and a couple of apartment buildingsas well, and as I came over a slight rise in the landscape I could finally seewater ahead of me. It was a pretty scene, and I tried taking pictures here butthe view wasn’t as open as I would like, and people kept interfering with myview of the water. I knew waiting would work out better.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Arriving at the beach I floated on through a cave in therock to a beach cove that had the most beautiful ocean access. The cove waswide, surrounded by rock except for the cave behind me, and had a nice sandybeach that any surfer would be proud of. The rock walls behind me shaded thecove from the early sun, and a number of families had set up their belongingsin the protected sides of the cove to avoid the wind. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I floated along the length of the beach and just took in theview for a minute. I remembered while I was there in the first place and tookout my camera, fixing my view on a distant buoy perhaps a half-mile out. Ittook my camera a while to focus but this time I was happy to not have anymountains in my view, just the beautiful ocean with some small white caps. Icouldn’t have been happier, and I thought about how great the pictures would bewhen I showed everyone on DV.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I had this dream fragment Monday morning. Like Sunday, I woke up early and never got to go back to sleep. I'm sure with how tired I was I would have had a good dream and probably lucidity if I could have.

Anyway, I am still noticing the color blue.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I was face-to-face with a large man, bulky and sweaty, withvisible veins along his skin. He looked upset, though it could have just beenthe effort of moving his sweaty bulk around. He was clearly not enjoyinggravity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dressed in a stained wifebeater that may have once beenwhite, he looked like he had been eating something recently. Food stained hischin, his shirt, and the light blue shorts he was wearing. I had never seen aman this big in person, and I was repulsed by his appearance. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As he approached he began to speak but only moans andguttural sounds came out at first. My instinct was to flee but something heldme to that spot. I didn’t want him to touch me or come any closer. I neversmelled him but I feared I wouldn’t like it if I could.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He stopped and looked at me like I was doing somethingwrong. Oddly it wasn’t my displeasure that seemed to bother him. Somethingother than my expression had caught his eye, something big enough to make himpause. This made me turn my head slightly to the side in wonderment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He regained his composure, made a half-smile, and simplysaid, “They’re coming.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Before I had a chance to ask him about this he turned andbegan walking away. I was just about to reach out, ask him to turn around, whenhe suddenly disappeared. His form shot forward in a blur that diminished to adistant point. It happened so fast I had no time to register it before thepoint grew into a blinding white point of light that expanded to fill myvision.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I went to sleep late last night, later than I meant to. It may be the cause of my WBTB being so vivid.

Dream 1- Don't recall.

Dream 2 - I was lying in a bed and getting ready to have sex with someone who lives down the street. That's all I want to say.

Dream 3 - I am somewhere downtown, though I can't correlate my location to any known area. I have an appointment in a research building for some kind of evaluation. I kow it's something important but the paper I'm holding doesn't tell me what the test might be. Just an address which I can't read.
The building is in front of me, perhaps 150 meters long and approximately 3 stories in height. Windows are visible which should tell me how many stories but I can't seem to figure out if it was two or three. I just know it was tall enough for a three story building.
What stands out about this building is that every line, every edge of the building is colored in an electric purpley-magenta color, similar to an effect one might get from taking too many No-Doz and drinking a lot of caffeine and not eating for two days. It doesn't quite pulse but there is an alternating quality to the luminosity of the color.
I never get close enough to the building to enter it and the dream ends.

Dream 4- (WBTB after taking my daughter to school. Major Sleep Paralysis)

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m inside my house, in my living room, and I believe thetime to be around 4A.M. I hear a sharp noise outside, like a hammer bang, and Iassume it must be someone hammering in a campaign sign across the street at theschool like they do every time there is an election day coming up. I dismissthe noise initially, but then think it odd because it wasn’t repetitive and itdoesn’t usually occur at 4A.M.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look out the window to see what is going on, and notice it’sa bit bright for 4A.M. I decide to go outside and investigate myself. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Across the street is the school, and right in front is aportable building which isn’t normally there. As I come around the corner ofthe building I can see the source of the noise. Standing by the wall of theportable is my neighbor from down the street, a fellow parent whose daughter isin the same grade as mine. She is holding a small pry-bar/hammer and has usedit to remove a six to eight foot long piece of sheet metal from the side of theportable. Why would she do that, I wonder, and then realize it is probably tocover up her windows from an impending tornado. This makes sense to me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look around towards the nearby playground and see that alot of people are out and about for 4A.M. and the landscape is awfully brightas well. There is no apparent sun but the scene around me would suggestotherwise. Occasional patches of light and dark would dance over the ground,alternating places as my mind tried to decide if it was night or day. I think Isaw the moon at one point and confirmed it was night, just a very bright night,brighter than any night ever. The sky changed color a few times, from purplishto white, depending on my thoughts at the given moment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Knowing it was night I checked my watch to confirm,something I read about on the forum only yesterday. My watched show it was3:23A.M. so I knew I was right about it being night but I checked again and it nowsaid 3:29A.M. I knew that 6 minutes hadn’tpassed since I last looked at my watch so the test worked and I must bedreaming. Still, even this didn’t surprise me.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I started to head back in the direction of my house, thoughI am still on the school property. Ahead I spot a group of kids on thesidewalk, and I recognize one of them as a friend of my daughter’s. As theyapproach the kids become recognizable, though I never give them names. All arelaughing and seem to not be able to stand still.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Does your mom know you’re out this late, C?” I ask the girlI know well. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No.” She says this matter-of-factly, and gestures to thesurroundings which are very bright. “She doesn’t care.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I know I’m dreaming but it doesn’t alter my parentalinstincts. “Go home!” I tell her, and the group leaves. They walk down thestreet and while I know she doesn’t live that way I accept her actions as ifthey were normal.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside my house the TV is on, and Jen is sitting in theliving room. I look out the window to make sure everything hasn’t changedoutside. Indeed, the light is still there, though it seems to want to change todarkness because of my thoughts that say it is night. Patches of light and darkalternate prominence in my field of view. I want it to stay light out and mywill is strong enough to keep it so.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Do you see what I see?” I ask.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I don’t tell her what I see because I don’t want to suggestan outcome and have the visual change at my suggestion. I can recognize that Iam able to control how it looks outside by thought.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She indicates that she also sees the phenomena and that itseems rather unusual. In my mind it becomes unexplained and in need of ananswer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the TV a weather announcer is displaying the currentradar picture for Austin and talking incessantly about the storms. A green massis displayed right over the city, and it swirls around in fast motion, too fastfor any normal storm. It seems to cover several counties in Central Texas.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Storms and tornadoes in this area, the weatherman indicates,pointing to the green blob. I zoom in to the image and I don’t see anythingsevere indicated, which seems good, but I also don’t understand why we arehaving a tornado, and it seems like an odd weather event. Perhaps this is whyit’s bright outside, an unusual weather phenomenon.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Again I look outside and while it remains bright, there isno rain, contradicting what is shown on the TV. I can’t explain this, and takeit as another weird sign.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wake up, and my body will not come to an alert level. Ihave the sleep paralysis and it takes me some minutes before I can move. When Ido it takes great effort to move my legs and hand. I feel like I have beenperforming vigorous activity in my sleep. A full 15 minutes pass before I evendecide to stay alert and awake.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Last night was an incredible night for dreaming! Not the best ever, butpretty damn good![/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I skipped going back to sleep yesterday morning and went to bed earlier thanusual, and the results were fantastic! I not only had lucidity but thoughts pertaining to the forum plagued my mind all night long.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Falling almost immediately to sleep from SP I went right in to dreaming,something I don't usually get to do on the first sleep cycle, but as I havebeen ill of late I was apparently ready for dreaming. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I saw in front of me a patch of woods, brambles perhaps, surrounded byforest. The foliage was thick, deep, and concealed anything behind it. Lookingat it for a moment I realized that I wanted to see a wolf there (seemedfitting) and on command one appeared.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]A white wolf poked its head right out of the middle of the shrub and simplystared at me, eyes aglow with an unnatural color. For most people this might bea frightening image, encountering a hungry-looking wolf in the middle of theforest but I was not scared, and instantly I knew I was dreaming. My desire hadbrought the wolf to appear.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I spoke to the wolf. "You're a dream, aren't you?" The wolf saidnothing, nor did it cock its head, but I could see its tongue ever so slightly.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]"Hmmm..." I thought for a second. "Go get your friends!"[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]The wolf retreated into the bush, barely disturbing the leaves as it went. Iwaited, thought I heard a little noise from behind the brush, and then, likemagic, the wolf returned, as did five of its wolf friends. Six heads were nowstaring at me, all with the same unnatural color and stare in their eyes. Theywere all white wolves but there was enough variation in the coloring, style offur, and shape of their heads to make each one appear distinct.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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You're my friends, aren't you?" They didn't reply, but their expression said that it was true what I spoke.

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]This is cool, I thought, now what do I do with them?[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]This thought triggered the memory of the Lucid Task of The Month, and Irealized I couldn’t remember what it was. I started to get scared that I wouldlose the dream, and I began chanting over and over, “Task of The Month! Task ofthe Month! Task of the Month!” This helped stabilize the dream and I remainedlucid. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I next turned my attention to remembering what the task was. I rememberedsomething about a toy…and then it hit me with a flash! Bring my toy to life! Itried imagining my stuffed Poof-Dog, which normally looks more like a deaf-mutegopher than a dog, but he’s quite old so he deserves a break. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Conjuring an image of him was harder than I thought, considering how lucid Iwas, and the best I could come up with is my daughter’s stuffed dog which shealso named Poof-Dog. Unlike mine, it has ears and still retains a little fluffto its coat.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I brought it to life and made it life-size, and it looked like this:[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][IMG]http://cache2.artprintimages.com/lrg/21/2144/ZCBCD00Z.jpg[/IMG][/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]It stood next to me on a leash and looked up at me happily. He was clearlyready to be played with.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I think my disappointment in not conjuring my own dog (I knew in the dreamit wasn’t my Poof-Dog) is what caused me to lose lucidity, and if the dreamcontinued on at all I don’t remember it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]2[/SIZE][SIZE=2]nd[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I found myself in an old brick building, like the ones built in the 50s and60s, with large glazed tiles on every wall, designed to be easy to clean buttotally soulless. I think the building came from an image of an athletic centeradjacent to a church, pulled from my memories and altered slightly. I was lastin the building during a Scouting event, perhaps three years ago.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]In the building I find myself at the bottom of a set of stairs leading downfrom the floor above. A small hall leads off to my right.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]In front of me is Kevin Spacey. He is wearing black jeans, a loose-fittingwhite shirt with buttons, and a belt. Gesturing wildly, he tells me how upsethe is with *something* and the only word I can think of to describe him is “maniacal”,and this is more of a thought than anything spoken in the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I woke up with the word “maniacal” filling my head. Not mad, not crazy…maniacal.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]3[/SIZE][SIZE=2]rd[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I find my thoughts filled with reminders of lucidity, probably due to continuousinfluence of the forum. These thoughts seem to run around my mind all nightlong.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]The first thing I can recall is standing on the side of a hillside road in California.The road is curvy, with switchbacks, and both sides of the road are coveredwith thick grasses and the occasional wildflower. The grass is tall, brittle, andyellow in color as often seen in California on the western slopes of hills thatborder the Bay Area. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Standing a few feet in front of me is Patrick Stewart. He is wearing blackpants, sleek, like the ones he often appears in on STTNG. His shirt is white,thin, and cottony. It makes him look human, more like the actor and less likethe Captain of the Enterprise.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]In a moment of lucidity I try to get him to say, “What the fuck is thisshit?” like I’ve seen in a few of the memes on the net. He won’t say it, andwhile I can make the words appear in the air around him he refuses to say thewords. I’m not sad but it is disappointing.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]4[/SIZE][SIZE=2]th[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Fragment – I’m getting ready for my doctor’s appointment, a real-life event,and I know I’m late, but I don’t care because I can just reschedule ifsomething happens and I miss it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]5[/SIZE][SIZE=2]th[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman](False Awakening)[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]It is morning, and I have to get myself and my daughter ready for school.(In real life I have already done this. I’m sleeping in the chair in the livingroom while waiting for an alarm to go off, telling me it’s time to go to myappointment for my blood check.)[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I walk into the bedroom and start taking off my clothes, first my pants,then my underwear. I briefly wonder why I’m taking off my underwear when Imeant to wear them today. My daughter walks in and I tell her to go put herclothes on, we don’t have a lot of time. I turn around and walk to my dresser.Reaching in to my underwear drawer I select a pair of grey bikini briefs andslip them on.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]The dream fades and I’m awake. I’m not thinking of the dream, just of mybladder, and I head to the bathroom. I pull down my shorts and underwear, andsuddenly the dream hits me like a brick, and I honestly don’t know if I’m awakeor not. I do a quick nose-plug RC and find that I’m awake. I finish in thebathroom with a weird feeling of déjà vu.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Walking in to the bedroom I head towards my dresser, and right on top of myunderwear drawer is the pair of grey bikini briefs I put on in the dream. Thefeeling was mind-blowing. [/FONT][/SIZE]

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]So, this dream is rather long and involved, though detailsare going to be hard to come by. I have not included even half of the visualdetail that I can recall from this dream, which remains clear despite not beingrepresentative of places in the real world.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The initial setting appears to be in the house of mychildhood best friend though I believe the dream began long before the firstscene I can recall. I walk from the hallway into the living room and I thoughtI heard someone in the house say there were wasps in the room. Posh, I thought,and headed over to the window. I think I bumped into the hive, a structurehanging in the window like a misshapen bee hive but filled with large wasps.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I possibly attempted to close the window or the bump startedthings, but either way the wasps were mad and began to swarm out of their hive.I immediately turned tail and began yelling and herding everyone to the back ofthe house, towards the back bedrooms. Wasps were not far behind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m not sure how many people were around, somewhere betweenfour and twelve, I think. I got everyone to go into the bedroom to the right,knowing that it had a connecting passage in the loft to the other bedroom if weneeded the space. Everyone was beginning to catch their breath though I wasstill alert, and I noticed one wasp had managed to enter the room with us. Itwas flying around and didn’t seem too interested in stinging anyone, yet itclearly needed to die.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]FWAP! Someone swatted it out of the air and onto the floor.Its legs were wiggling around in the air and the wasp curled its head towardsits abdomen, as if it was trying to sit up. Someone said I should stab it andkill it, so I picked up a nearby nail and prepared to plunge it in, a maniacalfeeling of power coursing through me. I brought the nail down and ran it intothe body of the wasp. The nail stuck in, but the wasp was still alive, and Iworried that it was suffering. Perspective altered a little and the wasp seemedbigger, and I seemed smaller, though just for the moment as I pushed the naildeeper into the wasp’s body, piercing its exoskeleton and driving it through tothe carpet bed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m not sure how, or why, but as a group we all left thehouse, possibly exiting through the back side door that led to the rear patio.From here it was time to go to work. I led my daughter into a front office tohang out in while I worked. Other children were in the building also.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Details of my work are somewhat fuzzy, though I can recallbeing tired and put out at the end of an eight-hour shift. I was sweaty also,and I can’t imagine why. This is the moment when I should have been ready to gohome, but instead I was led by someone to an adjacent warehouse-style buildingwhich housed the industrial aspects of the company. I was told I was needed tohelp get work done there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside the building were large machines powered by equallylarge motors, all connected by piping and conduits hanging overhead and paintedblue. The noise from these machines was quite loud, though I was still able tohear voices properly. The room itself was cavernous, impressively large forsuch an operation, and filled wall-to-wall with equipment of various kinds. Thesetup reminded me of jobs I had at a couple of my previous companies, which wasprobably why they wanted my assistance.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]All large loads were moved by either forklift or palletjack, and I knew how to operate both. I wanted to show my skills to my unknownsupervisor so I grabbed one of the pallet jacks and stood on the forks,propelling myself down the hall using one foot. As I approached the drop-offfrom the warehouse level to the parking lot below, I made a sharp left turn andbrought the jack to a stop right at the edge, demonstrating that I couldmaneuver it with expert skill. I was smiling but it only lasted a moment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Off to my right was the parking lot that ran between thewarehouse I was in and the building I had been working in just a little whilebefore. A group consisting mainly of children was being led up to the warehouseto help with the work, though I couldn’t imagine why they would want children.The lot looked dejected and moved slowly. Clearly none of them had any interestin working.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The group was brought inside and led to a number of worktables with chairs all around them. On the tables were components and suppliesfor assemblage, parts to some unknown item that I never examined closely. Ifeel like there were art supplies also, so the children could color, as thoughtheir artistic creations were some form of work. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I skated around the room on the pallet jack a bit andexamined some of the machinery as best as I could. It was an impressive setup,and I have always been somewhat fascinated by machinery and pumping equipment.I was familiar with some of the machinery but not with the actual industrialprocess occurring there. The building interior was a lot cleaner than any ofthe ones I had ever been in.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I headed back towards the front area of the warehouse whereI had entered initially. Some of the men were storing equipment and palletjacks right in front of the loading doors and the exit door also. I knew thiswas going to be a problem for the morning crew which would have to move allthat equipment to begin work unloading supplies from arriving trucks. It was also a fire hazard.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went looking for the supervisor-in-charge, and found hertowards the back of the building, in a hurry to leave. She was a tall woman,skinny, with curled hair that hung just below the shoulders. Her appearancesuggested she was in her late 40’s, like an uglier Sarah Jessica Parker if thatis possible. Her clothes were clearly not suited for a manufacturing floor, adress suit and white heels which enhanced the sickly paleness of her skin.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“We really shouldn’t store all that equipment and thosepallet jacks in front of the exit and loading doors. It creates more work inthe morning when shipments need to be unloaded, and it makes it harder foreveryone to leave today.” I said this in an urgent yet polite tone.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I don’t think it’s a problem, “she replied.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“We could take all the jacks and line them up in a row alongone side of the path between rows of equipment,” I continued. “This would makeit easy to grab a jack as it is needed and wouldn’t block any doors.” I was inmy element now, and probably as lucid as I could get.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman clearly did not want to entertain my idea and wasin a hurry to leave, so I added, “Having them in front of the exit is a majorfire hazard, and if one of the big bosses were to come in and see that heprobably wouldn’t like it; Even more so if the facility were to get inspected.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I don’t care. I want them there.” She was short with thisresponse, and as soon as she said it she fled down the back stairs and on intoanother part of the building, presumably towards her exit. Something was wrong,and I couldn’t believe I had failed to persuade her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went back up to the front of the building and found mydaughter. She was asking me how long we needed to stay, and I told her I didn’tknow.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Turning slightly I asked someone how much longer I needed towork, and they said, “Until you’re 40!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wasn’t sure if this meant I needed to work to that age, orstay until I reached that age, or if it was merely an odd reference to 40 hoursper week. The man’s laughter didn’t help, and all the children working in theplace still bothered me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I decided the best course was simply to take my daughter andgo home.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And we left.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This should be interesting to write up![/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in south Austin in my dream, and I drive to somewherealong MoPac, west of Barton Creek, near the mall and Temple Inland. I thinkthis might be where I visited the Daycare Center initially, though I’m not surewhy. I believe I was taking my daughter to school, though if this was true I’vegone way too far west of the actual school. I do know that my thoughts are thatit’s okay to leave the car here because I can just walk across the greenbelt toget home; I’ve done it before in my life.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m still in the center when Grandma and Grandpa show up.Grandma is crying, and she says it’s because she is sad that children aregrowing up! I know she means that she misses when my daughter was little, andit is really affecting her. Tears are pouring down her cheeks and she isbawling like a baby. Grandpa is standing nearby ready to offer her a tissue butI never see him do anything but stand there with his hand on her shoulder.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]My dream transports me home, and when I arrive I find my sonis still home. I ask him why he didn’t go to school and he tells me that hedidn’t want to and no one made him so he stayed home. I get a little mad and make him get dressedbecause I’m going to take him to school.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Around this time I have a random discussion with someoneabout where Shoal Creek is. Someone is saying a certain development is on thesouth side of the river because that’s where Shoal Creek is, but I arguelucidly that Shoal Creek is on the north side of the river, and I conjure a mapfrom my mind that displays Austin very accurately. I zoom in on the map andshow them the location of Shoal Creek on the north side of the river betweenLamar and the First Street bridge. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“See!” I exclaim, pointing to the map with a stabby finger.“I told you!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I take my son to school by some unknown means (recall my caris still somewhere west of MoPac) and drop him off, though the school doesn’tappear in my dream. From here I made my way to a daycare center behind theschool where a birthday party for some kid was going on. We didn’t know the kidand he wasn’t in school with my daughter, yet we were welcomed anyway. This isodd because I had already taken my daughter to school yet I feel her presencein the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking to the back area of the daycare I find myself on aneighborhood street about two blocks north of the center. This is where theparty is occurring. I look around and see many of the neighborhood streets areblocked off at this intersection, and I wonder what the people in the areathink about that, not being able to access half the neighborhood. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Blue streamer is draped across each intersection and alongthe cross streets, limiting the party area to the one long block I am on. Awoman is nearby setting up party decorations and punch. I approach her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“How do you manage to hold a party here and not piss offhalf the neighborhood?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She gestures towards the houses and smiles. “The peoplearound here don’t mind. Nearly all of them are on vacation anyway.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look at the nearby houses and notice that no one isaround. The streets are quiet, there are no cars driving around, no peoplewalking dogs, and all the homes seem empty. Driveways are notably unoccupiedand some homes have the windows taped up with brown paper. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A brief thought crosses my mind that with so many peopleabsent it would be a good time to try breaking into a house or two. It wouldn’tbe difficult with so few people around, no one to see what happens at night.This thought passes quickly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My view of the neighborhood shifts and I find myself flyinglow over one of the streets to the west, and while the flying did not triggerlucidity at first, what I notice next does. Right in the middle of theneighborhood is a small building, no bigger than a small house, made ofcinderblocks and windows. The windows are covered up with newspaper to keepprying eyes from seeing inside, and there is a sign above the door running thewidth of the building.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh wow! It’s SkinnyButts! I have always wanted to go toSkinnyButts!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Now I realize that I’m flying in a dream, and I decide Iwant a closer look inside the place. I fly myself over the building and hovernear the top of the window out front, a small corner of the window barelyuncovered. I can see inside to a kitchen and I can see a woman in a blue dressinside. I recognize her as a stripper or erotic entertainer of some kind,because that’s what SkinnyButts is. Ofcourse, this place does not exist in real life but for some reason the idea ofit seemed really attractive in the dream. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I thought about sticking around, or going inside andspending some time there, but I know I can’t be gone too long so I leave to goback to the birthday party.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the party there is cake for the kiddos, chocolatestickiness on their faces and hands. The adults are eating cake and chili, anitem not normally found at a birthday party. I watch, thinking that someone isgoing to get sick.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]As I think this a woman who is standing before me andtalking suddenly turns to the side and spews a large volume of liquid and chilion to the floor. I felt like I made her be sick, and I knew that others wouldsoon be throwing up as well. As if oncue, several other people also throw up just as the first woman had. Nowarning, no gagging, just turn the head to the side and spew.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head towards the front office, thinking I better get mydaughter and head out. On the way I pass a cat standing next to a refrigerator(which I later realize looks just like the one in my home) and as I walk by thecat throws up exactly as the people had, as though a hose were inside the catspewing brownish liquid. I thought, “What kind of asshole lets a cat eat chili?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the front office I walk up to the man operating the frontdesk and phone. I’m about to tell him I’m going to take my daughter home but I noticehe is on the phone. I instead turn to my daughter’s backpack and begin lookingfor paper and a pen. I spend the next two minutes trying to legibly write mymessage, and then I add that the chili is bad and no one should eat it. Thistwo minutes is tedious as writing legibly in a dream isn’t always easy, yetsomehow I finally managed it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get ready to give the note to the man, who lookssuspiciously like Barry White, when I notice a note taped to his back, oddlysticking to the fabric of his sweater. I tug at it but it doesn’t come off, andhe laughs at it. He is apparently aware it is there, and doesn’t mind it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The office Barry White finally gets off the phone and Ireach over to hand him the note when suddenly he throws up! I couldn’t believeit! It got all over the floor and his pennyloafers, though he managed tocontain most of it to a small waste basket.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I guess I don’t need to tell him about the chili,” I think,and retract the note. I decide not to bother him as he seems occupied with hisown issues. Instead, I walk down a hall perpendicular to the one I have beenin, and along the front of the building. Here I find my daughter playing with anumber of other children along some carpeted risers and multi-level play areas.I ask her if she wants to head home, and then decide she can stay if she wantsto because there are a number of adults I trust nearby. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk out of the building and over to some nearby benches,and I realize I am in front of my son’s middle school. Various people arenearby hanging out, playing Frisbee and cutting classes. I talk to a Koreanmale who I believe to be in college though he has the youthful appearance ofsomeone in high school. He is friendly and chatty, and mentions that after theparty he and some friends are going to head over to SkinnyButts. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself in a dilemma. My intention had been to go getthe car, which is still on the south side of the river along MoPac…but I wantto go to SkinnyButts as I have never been there before. I ponder how long itwould take to get the car; I could walk across the river and head down thefreeway and get the car, or I could walk across and then wait for a cab to takeme. I decide that either one would take just as long, considering the wait timefor cabs to show up, so I’m still stuck. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Knowing that I will be gone for a while and that I have somedisposable time, I decide to head over to SkinnyButts with my new friends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I meet a man who takes care of the cosmos named Donovan. Heis tall and thin, with a sunken face and long nearly-white hair, and he is VERYimportant. He is dressed in a white robe made of a thin cottony material whichappears old and tattered. The cloth dangles around his feet, and he sports apair of leather sandals. At some point I think he may have been carrying awhite staff.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind him is a scene out of a sci-fi movie, or perhaps afantasy picture on the web. Colors stretch out behind him towards a black void,and I believe he does not exist in normal time or space.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He speaks to me, but the only thing I recall is that he iscalled Donovan, and he is VERY important to the Universe. I have the impressionthat others know of him and his importance, but who these others might be isnever revealed in the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And that’s all I recall.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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The following dream is rated DV-MA. It contains strong sexual content, and is intended for mature readers only.


[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][SPOILER="The Stucco Tee-Pee"] I begin in my former home, the one I lived in until I was19. It’s a school day and several high school friends are over, hanging out andmaking noise, prior to school time. Outside, I can see lots of traffic, peopleand cars, and it seems like the school is right next door, similar to mycurrent house in real life. The time approaches for everyone to leave, and Ifind I am eager for them all to go so I can have some alone time. I don’t wantto go to school today, and on the spot I decided not to.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My “friends” all filed out of my house, talking andlaughing, their backpacks slung over their shoulders. Thank God, I thought, asthe last one left the house.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The windows outside were unlike any I have ever had in ahome. There were horizontal bars across the windows, though it seemed like theymight be a couple feet from the house itself, some kind of art-deco design thatI wasn’t sure I liked. Below the windows on the outside were xeriscaped cactusgardens and ground covered with white stone.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I thought that I might enjoy hanging out at home naked, andthe thought was pleasant, but all the windows in the house were open and un-shaded.Cars were still going by outside related to the school traffic and I didn’twant anyone to see me just hanging out in the nude, so I figured I would wait.To make the time more stressful I felt as though someone were still in thehouse, possibly my mom, the last person I wanted to see me wandering around thehouse nude.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked towards the east side of the house, still indoors,and then walked to a side window. I could see the front yard towards the street,and immediately I became concerned. There was a space of land between my houseand the neighbor’s house, land that wasn’t fully used or developed. Towards thefront of the land three fir trees had been erected, each about 15 feet inheight, along with a sign which I presumed denoted the formation of some kindof parkland. I became angry, bothered that the city and the neighborhood dogwalkers had somehow managed to create a dog park between our two houses, anunwelcome use for this tiny piece of land. It would mean strange people walkingright outside my house at all hours leaving little piles behind to indicatetheir recent visit. Ugh, I shook.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I made my way a little farther towards the rear of the houseand somehow managed to exit to the outdoors, though there is not a door on thatside of the house. I strolled towards the front of the unused strip of land,hoping to get a little more detail on what was going on. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A noise caught my attention and I looked back to my house, lookingup to where I had heard the noise. The house was now grey, very long, and threestories tall. At the very back of the home was a high lookout, or upper deck,perched on the back of the house and covered by a roof. A set of stairs ledbetween this outlook and a rear entrance to the home on the third floor, and itwas here that I spied one of my close friends. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“What are you doing?” she asked.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Nothing, “I said. “I’m just looking around and gettingready to take a pee.”[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To this she did not reply, and I tugged at the zipper on mypants. I abandoned any desires that may lie towards the front of the house andinstead walked along the strip between my house and my neighbor’s home. I haddecided to use his outdoor bathroom, and it was close in front of me.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My neighbor has constructed a very elaborate outdoorbathroom. Picture a wide and tall stucco tee-pee, almost the color of curryspice, open on one whole side. The opening faced the back of the house, a clearview into the windows of the home’s dining room. At the back of the tee-pee isa large, raised structure, like a cartoon volcanic crater, except the sides arewide and smooth, and also made of stucco. This is the toilet, a wide perch tosit on while doing one’s business. The view from this ‘pot’ is expansive, andalmost feels like it is designed to be the center of attention. Around thewalls of the tee-pee a low bench is constructed which blends into the stuccowalls. Everything about this “toilet” seems designed for people to come andwatch whoever is using it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed I can see the silhouette of my neighbor inside hishouse. At first I’m not sure it’s him but then I see him moving about and it’seasy to tell the shape is that of a masculine head. He is seated at his diningtable, and doesn’t seem bothered that I am using his toilet. In the dream it wasapparently a normal occurrence for me to use his toilet.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I perch myself on the top of the (basin) and take down mypants. I am suddenly male in this dream, and I pull out my penis, which seems alittle larger than normal. I wonder to myself if I could reach it and I find Ican indeed, placing the tip between my lips and licking my own member. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hey, check out what I can do!” I shout to some unknownfriend passing by. “Hey.” He just ignores me, either not interested in what Ican do or too polite to look. I shrug it off as they disappear from sight, notdisturbed in the least.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Realizing my ability to control elements in my dream I makemy penis bigger, longer, allowing me to enjoy more of it in my mouth. I cantake in a large portion of the length now, and the sensations are likewisestronger. My results are satisfying.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up and see that a dinner party is going on in myneighbor’s house, and a woman is setting the table. Her dress is black withwhite polka-dots and her hair reminds me of an early 60’s housewife, short andblack with some nice curls and waves to it. The windows which previouslyallowed me to see in have been replaced by double-doors, which are open, andthis is how I am able to see her so well.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Should I stop? I thought to myself. No, they don’t mind, andI’m enjoying this. I want to go all the way. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have two hands on my shaft as I continue to suck myself,the thickness and fullness feeling good to my hands. Additionally I am able toenjoy the sensations I experience through my penis, and my arousal couldn’t be muchhigher.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up and again I see more people, guests of the dinnerparty, and I think they are aware of my presence because they move to close thedouble-doors, an attempt to prevent the children in attendance from seeing myactions. The doors close, and I am left alone to enjoy my pleasures.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I continue mouth-stroking my penis, and the sensations arebeginning to build. I really want to have this orgasm, and though I’m notalways super keen on taking a load I find that this time I want to feel it inmy mouth. I want the taste, the feeling of shooting into my own mouth, thedouble-sensations I experience as a giver and receiver of extreme oralpleasure. I want it all.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m almost to the point of orgasm, and I can feel theswelling of my member as it gets ready to give up its seed. I nearly achievethe over-the-edge moment but it passes without release, and the tension easesup for a few seconds. I don’t want to lose this so I strengthen my efforts,tightening my grip and squeezing myself with my lips a bit tighter. I canimagine how it will happen, and I’m so ready for this experience. I am soclose, and again the feeling is building to near the point of true release![/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up. :([/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]This is my first dream today that I remembered when I woke up at 6A.M. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am in a large caboose, the last car in a train that I haveno clue as to its destination. I am discussing methods of lucid dreaming withseveral people, and of particular interest to everyone is the WILD method. Anew method of WILD has been proposed, and it involves bending over so that one’srear is high in the air, and something related to the number zero.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I bend over to demonstrate, my terrycloth pink underwear ondisplay for all to see, including myself (as the observer of this dream). Atthis point something is supposed to happen with zero, but it is never madeclear. Still, a large zero is represented near me, possibly a piece ofconstruction paper with a zero printed on it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The scene shifts to outside the train car and I am talkingto an older man about dream control. He is bearded, has thinning hair on top,and is wearing a red and black costume. For some reason I think he is Russian.He reminds me of characters I have seen from czarist Russia, with puffy pantsand slightly oversized tops that allow a lot of breathing room. The man’s pantsare tucked in to his black boots.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This man is telling me something important, possibly awarning about not digging too deep into my subject of interest. Sadly, I cannotrecall what he was trying to warn me about.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This is an older dream, perhaps a week old, that I forgot towrite down. I took some notes when I woke up so I’m pulling that dream from mymemory. I know I have forgotten some details.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m racing through Zilker Park as part of a competition, orreality show. I passed by a fat Asian boy holding a lollipop. He was smilingand walking in the rain, wearing shorts that were about ten sizes too small. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I came to the bridge at the entrance to Zilker Park andthere was water flowing over it, lots of water. The rain had created quite aflood, and the runoff was flowing onto the bridge and down through a cutout inthe side of the bridge designed as an outflow. As I approached it the waterturned to ice, not smooth like a sheet but mixture of crunchy ice, snow, andwater. I slipped and fell, and my wonderturned to fright as I slid towards the opening in the side of the bridge. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I must have got my footing at some point because stopped andgot up, peering over the side of the fall. I moved in slow motion to look overthe side, my view showing me exactly where I would have fallen to had I notstopped sliding. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The dream shifts and I am in north Austin, outside somestrip of office buildings. Two associates of mine (best word I have for them)had been waiting on my arrival. I had been delayed by driving the van throughrain and ice. They didn’t understand why I had such a big van and initiallymade fun of me, but I told them it was to help me move the drier and otherlarge pieces of furniture and appliances. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]After I loaded up some big objects into the van I turnedback towards the two men, who remained near the building. I walked across theparking lot to the table they were sitting at. Their stares were bent on an oldtelevision, perhaps 30 years old with a 14” screen. The News was on, and thereporter was saying that Jack Black was dead, apparently from falling andslipping down an ice/water fall on Barton springs Road. I put my fingers to myface and remembered what had happened. I said, “I was there, and I think I wasthe last person to see Jack Black alive.” I shifted into a memory of standingon the bridge and watching Jack black approach me, happy and loud as he usuallyis. As he approached me he slipped and fell down the outflow, landing on asmall island of rock and ice in the creek below. I even watched him fall, freaking out as hewent over the edge, but I seemed to skip over the impact and he was just deadand lying on the ice.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]At this point I was aware of the dream because I honestlywasn’t worried about Jack Black dying. I realized I never even bothered toreport it to anyone, and still wasn’t upset that it had happened. My memory shifted back to the table and thetwo men, and I told them what I remembered. No one ever seemed shocked.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I still did not report the death and left in the van. I wasdriving along a road in western Arkansas, a place I have never been in reallife. The trees are abundant on one side of the road, a fenced field on theother. My view is like a movie camera in a helicopter, an interestingperspective.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I traveled to a high school that looked nothing like the oneI went to. I’m in front of the school and many students were passing me. Iwalked to get onto a school bus, and for some reason my feet were not workingproperly, like I was partially crippled. Some kids asked me if I was O.K. and Ireplied I was, feeling happy that they were showing concern for me instead ofbullying me as I had feared they would. As I climbed up the same kids followedme onto the bus. I walked back a couple seats and found a place to sit. Iclimbed up onto the merry-go-round horse that I was supposed to sit on, usingthe back of another kid to boost me up. I had to get around a nearby baby toget to the animal-seat. Mounting the seat I began taking off my shoes, handingthem to a nearby boy who was reaching out his hand to help me. I thought, “Howpolite people are at this school, “and then I handed him my other shoe just asthe bus began to move.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went to Amazon.com , a large building with slopinghillsides outside the entrance covered with a plant that had been carefully cutto a height of about 8 inches. I was standing outside the building on thesidewalk that ran along the perimeter drive of the parking lot usually reservedfor dropping off people at the entrance. I had a large plastic shopping bagwhich I was furiously stuffing small paperback copies of Isaac Asimov books intowith the intent of having them stored at Amazon. I stopped and debated with myselfabout putting all of them into storage, or whether I might want to keep someout for my own use.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ended.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]The following dream has been rated DV-MA, and is intended for mature audiences. It contains strong sexual content, and is not intended for those who might be offended by such material.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][SPOILER="Carnivorous Sex"][/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The time is mid-afternoon, and though it doesn’t appear tobe a school day my children are not at home. I’m standing in what is normallymy laundry room, but somehow it extends about 10 feet further out to the west,and my view is in line with the sidewalk which normally borders that side of myhouse.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I look out my window, four people walk right through myyard, conversing as they do so that walking through my yard is okay. The firstthree people are young black girls, two younger ones, and perhaps their oldersister. The older one is decently attractive, and has her hair pulled backtightly. She is wearing a white t-shirt, shorts, sandals, and has a dog on aleash. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As she approaches my window, the younger two having alreadypassed, I place my hands on my face and my elbows on the top of washing machineand just stare at her. I wonder what she will do and I’m semi-lucid at thispoint. She walks right up to me, staring into my face at window level, and Ismile at her. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The fourth person walking through my yard is a white woman,following a few feet behind the other three. As the young black womandisappears around the corner and out of view, the white woman starts to pass mycactus garden, and then also moves out of my sight.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Not two seconds later the white woman is in my back yard,and I am not sure if she has climbed the fence or if she came through the frontdoor. This never becomes clear but she does seem friendly, and is looking forcompany. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My laundry room is more a smoking lounge now, similar to howit is in real life. The deck which is attached to it and the structure of myhouse are not the way they appear when I’m awake, and I really enoy theredesign. Wood plank decking and a further extension to the house look nice,and I sit down comfortably.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Don’t worry, you can smoke in here.” I tell the woman. Sherelaxes and lights up a cigarette but it looks like a pipe. We are sitting infolding chairs, like the kind we normally use for outdoor concerts and campingtrips. The room is also more spacious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Outside the room the wind has picked up and is gustingstrong. Leaves are swirling on the breeze and my hair is blowing about my face.This gets me slightly excited, knowing what such a wind must mean.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think a storm is coming!” I say excitedly, and I lean outover a railing which previously did not exist. Below me is highway 290 east andI can see a storm cloud a few miles to the east of the house, which is startingto rise over the distant hill.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I love storms! My new apartment is over there!” thewoman says this in a coy way, knowing my love of storms. She now seems muchmore familiar than she did when she first appeared, and has taken on theappearance of someone I used to know years ago.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The storm cloud is quite ominous looking. The undersideappears to be rolling, like an angry sea, and is the most unusual shade oforange mixed with dark cloud. It almost looks as if the fading light of sunsetis shining on the underside of the cloud, and images from several sci-fi moviesrun quickly through my head. This is often the sign of a strong storm, oftenaccompanied by hail and strong winds. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now I’m truly excited.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman leaves and tells me to catch up to her. I runaround the house, hurriedly get in my vehicle, and follow as fast as I can. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It doesn’t take long to drive the two or three miles to thehills that appeared on the horizon from my home. The side of the hill facing meis well developed, with several shopping strips, a pizza place, and severalapartment buildings. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m looking forward to taking some pictures of the storms,and I’m almost giddy from being closer to them. The woman, who now seems likemy friend Carla from years ago, has driven behind the pizza place to herapartment building, so I follow. I never park or even exit my vehicle, yetsomehow I am no longer driving and have in fact entered the apartment. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At first, I don’t realize I have arrived at the locationbecause I am standing on a concrete balcony, or slight hill which is paved andhas a railing to prevent someone falling to the grassy retention area below. AsI turn around I finally realize I am in the apartment, and I begin to lookaround.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The apartment is not atypical, though probably a little morespacious than most, and has high ceilings which slant towards the center wall.A fireplace is on the west wall, surrounded on either side by windows. The deckI was on is behind me, and I am facing the middle of the living room and thefront door beyond. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the center of the room, “Carla” is comfortably loungingon the sofa. I start looking around and even peek out the front door, thoughthe only thing I see is a walkway and another apartment building. Some childrenare playing a ways down the sidewalk.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I close the door and walk back towards the sofa. As I do so,“Carla” jumps up and does a little spin, throwing her hands in the air as shedoes. I become aware that I am aroused by this, and even more unusual, I ammale. Looking down I can clearly see an erection making a bulge in my pants.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stride forward and “Carla” lies down on her stomach on thefloor. Her body is incredible, and her tight jeans accentuate her ass and hug it in a way that makes me want to bury my face between her legs. I contemplate lying down on top of her, and even imagine the act ofpulling down her pants and entering her from behind, but I decide I shouldapproach her from the other side. I circle around her and approach her head,the open patio door and deck now behind me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking over my shoulder I realize that anyone on the roadoutside would easily be able to see us, should they look in our direction, yetthis doesn’t bother me. In fact, I think it arouses me more, and I lie downwhere she was, as she gets up and takes off her clothes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She is more beautiful than I remember her being.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In this moment I become fully lucid, and I want this dreamto go all the way. Too often my sex dreams fizzle at the key moment, and I donot want this to happen, so I tell myself that this time it will work out.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m lying on the floor and very erect (remember that I’mmale in this dream) and I reach for her as she straddles me. It’s a wonderfulsensation as she slides down on top of me, and I notice the feel of her skin onher back, the light sheen of moisture clinging to her body as her excitementrises. My hands go to her hips and I thrust deep into her, feeling my dickthrob as she squeezes me. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can see out the open patio door and a bolt of lightning appears as I thrust hard, a bright flash that lingers as the air cools following the passage of thousands of volts. This imagery seems to complement my mood and as I stare up at her waves of desire and pleasure wash over me. Her breasts are nice and full, thrusting forward as she arches her back, her eyes closed and mouth agape, begging the sky for air as she gasps in time to my thrusts.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My perspective changes, like a movie camera panning around,and I can see the two of us on the floor as if I was standing near the sofa. Ican see the sliding glass door and deck behind us, and I really like this newview. I think I see a tattoo on her back, but I can’t make it out. She isriding me, head thrown back, and I am too involved in the sensations as she slides up and down onme, wonderful feelings that I still experience even though I no longer seem tobe occupying my body.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The view swirls around again and now I’m staring at her faceand chest, as though a camera is slightly over my left shoulder. She is reachingover her head, pulling her hair off her neck to vent some heat, and like me,she too is caught up in the pleasure of this impromptu union. I love the feel of her hands on me, the tickle of her hair, and her scent is intoxicating.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Sadly, and regrettably, I wake up, and the words,“Carnivorous sex,” echo through my mind, as if they had some special meaning towhat I was experiencing. I am very aroused, and a little bit sad that I didn’tget to finish. Still, the imagery and experience was memorable, and I lookforward to more. [/SPOILER][/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]The following dream has been rated DV-R, by the DreamViews Association of America. It is intended for mature audiences. Parental discretion is advised.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]This dream contains images of another member of DreamViews. This dream is posted with permission.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]I attempted to find some good images for this post but my kids are always around, so just use your imagination.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have gone to camp, and the summer camp is located in myson’s middle school. Various older ‘teens’ are tasked with showing everybody totheir rooms, and I am led with a group of people down a hall which wouldnormally be located by the counselor’s offices in the middle school. The hallis painted grey and is lit by fluorescents which bring no life to the area. Iand four others are directed to the right and into what appears to be abathroom. It too is dimly lit and painted grey, though one wall has texturedwallpaper. There are several stalls along the back wall, and I guess that I ambeing led here to use the bathroom, which seems fine because I need to a littlebit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my surprise the stall isn’t a bathroom but my room. Thewalls are wider than a normal stall, and the open space is filled with a widebed. One odd feature remains; there are still handrails on the walls, as ifstalls for handicapped users have been converted. “Oh. Okay.” are my onlyconscious thoughts on the subject.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Next to my stall are other stalls, all occupied with variouspeople, and some are co-ed. I happen to not be in a co-ed one and my roommateis OpheliaBlue, of DreamViews. We are both excited to be rooming together and weboth look forward to camp fun.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have my back to the open door and for some reason I hadstarted taking off my clothes, possibly because I thought the stall was goingto be a bathroom. “Is everyone going to just stare at me?” I say, turningtowards the open door. Fortunately no one is around any longer and only Opheliais watching me undress. I’m fine with this, mostly because she is also female,but partly because I realize it’s time to go to bed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Ophelia has long red-hair in this dream, a recent dye-job that looks amazing, and when I see her she is doubled-over, resting her chest on her legs, her breasts slightly squished against the top of ther thighs. She is wearing nothing, and I ask her how long it has been since she dyed her hair from its normal black. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]"About a week now, " she replies. "Do you like it?"[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]"I do, very much!" I tell her, and I'm captivated by her body.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Climb in!” she calls to me, holding up the covers with onehand. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Do you mind if I do?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, come on.” She replies, and I slip in under thecomforter and sheet. It feels nice and soft in the bed, and we snuggle closetogether.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Noticing how close we are, and how much both of us don’tseem to mind, I begin touching her hand, walking my fingers along her wrist andarm. She smiles at me, and soon we are both touching each other, leading up toa strong embrace. Holding each other feels good and we do the next thing whichcomes naturally, kissing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Her lips are full, not thick, and soft, a pleasant sensationas my tongue dances with hers. This bed within a stall seems like an odd placefor passion but it doesn’t stop us. My hand snakes behind her head and playsaround with her neck and hair, while hers is along the side of my neck andmoving down. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel her hand on my breast and I kiss her harder, deeper,and grind my body into hers a little, allowing our heat to mingle and forcingher hand deeper. Occasionally one of us lets out a little moan of pleasure, andwe seem to be feeding off the desire of each other.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I break our embrace and move my face down her chest, whereher nipples are exposed and erect. I kiss her left nipple, smile a little, andplace my mouth directly on it and begin sucking and teasing the tip with my tongue.Ophelia arches her back and rises to meet my mouth, inviting me to continue andbring an arm behind her, adding support for our activities.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Just when everything was getting really hot and exciting, weboth find it is time to get up and go to class, or lunch, or some appointmentwhich never evolves as an idea. Ophelia leaves, though I can’t recall if sheput on a shirt. I remember her black bra as she left, and a glance she madeover shoulder towards me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Realizing that everyone is gone and will be busy for sometime I decide it must be time to go looking for some important item, some kindof talisman that is hidden in another camper’s belongings. I head out from mystall, turn left and make my way to the room at the end of the hall, a muchwider room than mine with a couple beds in it, as well as furniture more suitedtowards a girl’s bedroom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk past the bed, which is neatly made, and head towardsthe white dresser beyond. I begin digging through the drawers, looking througheach for something important, but I don’t find anything. I become aware thatI’m digging through the wrong set of drawers, and I turn to check the smalltable-drawer behind me. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This drawer is also wooden, but seems unfinished, incontrast to the white painted chest I was looking through previously. On top isa lamp with a shade, and this is resting on a lace cover to protect the top ofthe drawers.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside I find paper, a pen, some light bulbs, a replacementlight fixture for an absent chandelier, and some feminine pads, but none ofthese are what I’m looking for. I get angry, and frustrated, not finding whatI’m looking for, and I storm back down the hall to my own stall. Here I beginlooking through Ophelia’s belongings, but again I find nothing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At this point I feel it is time to get back in bed, and Istart to, but I notice someone nearby who is in their bed and they are veryitchy. The girl is scratching viciously, and is attempting to contort into themost impossible positions to resolve her itch.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I lie down on the bed, and think that someone else must haveput itching-powder in the girl’s bed, when I discover there is a grainy powderin my bed as well. It looks like cayenne pepper, or a light-colored paprika,but it’s grainier, like powdered garlic. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At first I kind-of dismiss the powder, knowing that I cansee it and it will not affect me, but as I lie down I conclude that I reallyneed to handle this situation, as the realization comes to me that everyone inthe camp now has this powder in their bed. Soon those people will return totheir beds, and they won’t be happy.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get up and stride with purpose down the hall, this timeheading the opposite direction from before. I make my way around a couple ofcorners and at last find the culprits, two of the boys in the camp holding abag and giggling like assholes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of the boys turns out to be a guy named Adam, one of theclose friends of the neighbor-boy down the street. I remember him as he lookedin his teens and it’s no surprise that he pulled this prank. He always was anasshole.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I confront him as an adult facing down a teen who hasclearly done something bad. “What did you think you were doing?! Do youunderstand that this could hurt some people?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Adam shrugs and doesn’t seem terribly remorseful butapologizes and says he will go clean up the mess. I let him go and start towalk back to my bed/stall when I remember my urgency from before. I still havenot found the important item, and much is riding on me finding it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]With the sudden decision that it’s better to say sorry andapologize after-the-fact than to own up to not finding the item, I leave theschool/camp in a hurry and run outside to catch the bus, which is alreadydeparting. It’s a charter-style bus, and there’s no way I can catch it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Stop that bus!” I yell towards the Hobbits, which are alsodoing their best to catch the bus. Samwise Gamgee lands on top of the bus andpeeks upside down at the driver from the roof, which alerts the driver we areall running to catch up. He stops abruptly, and as we are about to board thebus the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m driving along a road, though I’m not sure where this is.I’m seemingly in the middle of nowhere, no identifying features in sight. Theroad is paved with dark asphalt, and either side is a flat landscape, mostlygreen grass. The sky is grey and I can’t see beyond the horizon.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The vehicle I am in comes to a cliff edge, though stillthere are no identifying features to help me figure out where I am. The roadmakes a sharp descent over the cliff and spirals down the side in a verticalmanner. This road is impossibly steep,and spirals down for a long distance. I’m glad that I am in a rental vehiclebecause I don’t believe my SUV could handle the very narrow walls or roadway,or the low clearance. I can’t believe a road was made like this.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The spiral ends like the way it began, suddenly, and nearlyvertically, which would be impossible to transverse for most vehicles. Thevertical road intersects a horizontal road which leads to a vista of the ocean,surrounding mountains, and beautiful landscapes, and I realize I am in Hawaii!Immediately everything is in super-bright color and vivid detail, and I standthere looking around in awe of the scene.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I follow some other tourists towards the obviousdestination, a boat that is designed to show the local area to visitors. I walkout and I am on an open deck, the air around me is warm and the breeze isstrong. The boat moves out in to the water, though it never gets very far fromshore. Off to my left is a giant tanker, and as I pan my head right I can seehundreds of boats moving swiftly in a traffic lane, or some organized line ofboat traffic. The boats vary in size, shape, and function, and even ahelicopter is sputtering along on the water’s surface, which seems normalenough.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Many of the boats are spewing quite a bit of smoke, and atone point I thought there was a fire aboard a boat or two, but it turned out tojust be an incredible amount of thick black smoke.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I pull out my digital camera and take a few pictures. Thehills to the left, the sky and water, the boats, it’s all very colorful and Iwant to show it off.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind me and around the deck are rows of seats, and Ialternately sit in one and stand to take occasional pictures. At one point Iget up and start to grab the camera of the man next to me, which is on thefloor, and clearly not a digital like mine. I immediately apologize, tellingthe man, “I’m very sorry! My camera is just like this, and even the flash, butI left them back in the vehicle. Normally I would be taking pictures like thiswith that camera.” He seemed to understand, and turned back to converse withthe man next to him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The boat returns to shore and I walk off, wondering what I’mgoing to do now. I look out and up and the landscape is a total tourist trap. Alarge waterslide dominates the hill in front of me, and I walk towards theamusement park. I don’t recall seeing it before the boat ride but here it is. Iturn around and look to my right and I can see shops and a city hundreds offeet below the hilltop that all this fun is located on. I walk back in thedirection of the boat, or docking area, and I encounter a group of people whoseem especially interested in one man in the center of their group. I recognizehim immediately as James Bond, but he now has long hair which is pulled backinto a ponytail. He appears to be in excellent shape, and slightly taller thanin the movies. His physical age looks like someone in their late 40’s or early50’s who has been taking care of themselves. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I recognize you! You’re James bond! I love your movies! I’dreally just like to…shake your hand.” At first he seems reluctant to shakehands, as though he has been doing it all day, and perhaps he was expecting meto ask for something more. When I don’t request anything else he finally shakesmy hand. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]While we were outside we are now inside some room where hechanges his outfit slightly, to something more appropriate for outdoors. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You want to see something? Come with me, I’ll show yousomething.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He leads me out of the room and to a river, or water chute,where he has me climb behind him on to a jet-ski type of machine, though atfirst I think we’re still on land. We take off at a fast rate of speed and nowwe are on a wide, slow-moving river, headed upstream. The pace is incredibleand I struggle to keep hold and not lose grasp of my camera. The scenery isbeautiful![/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We leave the city and the amusement area behind and proceedfurther in to the hills, all of which are lush with greenery. On some, whatappears to be fir trees cover the hillside, and among them hikers and outdoorenthusiasts can be seen enjoying the beautiful landscape. Even more bizarre isthat some hills have snow on them, some are top-covered and some have patchesof snow all the way down to the waterline. I attempt to take several picturesand some come out and some do not. My shutter is working slowly and does notcatch every image timely. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]On my right and in some valley below us we pass a school,and perhaps a church or cemetery, though I never see any graves. It matters not;I’m too busy being in awe of how beautiful and lush Hawaii is. I’m takingpictures left and right, wanting to show everyone back home that Hawaii isnothing like what we see on television. As I understand it, Mr. Bond has brought me up a river and deep in tothe region to show me the real island treasure, something tourists never get tosee.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I understand why people live here, and why it’s one of thecalmest urbanized areas in the nation. I contemplate staying.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The ride takes some considerable time, and we pass numeroushills and valleys, all of which are some of the most vivid colors I have everseen. When we at last come to the end of the ride we are on a high hilloverlooking Honolulu. Beyond the city I can see the ocean and the mountainstypically seen in postcards and movies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]James Bond dismounts the vehicle and steps on to a woodendeck and continues on in to what appears to be a motel room or somethingsimilar. I get off the vehicle and look around for a second. We are no longeron water when the ride stops but as I approach the motel area I feel like I ambeside a canal, or on some wharf. The lighting is dim, and the area seems seedyand unsavory, like one might expect from a dark alley in Venice at night orsome fishing community where people shut their doors and windows to avoiddrunken types.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk up to James who is on the sidewalk outside the roomand I suddenly find myself face-to-face with a beautiful young brunette woman,and she stares right in to my eyes. There is an odd mix of attraction and fearin her eyes, and she runs on past me. She is dressed in a pink nightgown thatdoesn’t reach her knees but doesn’t look smutty either.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She disappears around the corner about fifty feet down fromus and James asks me if I want to follow. I nod and he says, “Yeah, you do, Ican tell.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We run to the corner where we last saw her and make anabrupt turn to our right. The hall becomes dark, but it clearly leads up to adoor which I take for a bathroom. “Ha!” I think, we know where she is now, thiswill be easy! [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reach for the door and yank it open, but excitement turnsin to shock as I see the woman is held around the neck by a large, surly manwith bad teeth. He is holding a large knife and is clearly upset, and angry atour intrusion. He must be who she was running from and he must have corneredher here, or this is what I believe at the moment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In a moment of bravado I grab for his wrist, attempting togain control of him and his weapon, but he is faster than I expected and heeasily sidesteps this move. He regains composure and lunges forward with theknife, and I have to duck swiftly to avoid a deep penetrating stab. He pullsback and I start to come up, and again he stabs forward with the knife, and itis pointed right in my face.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Easy!” I manage to say. “I don’t want to be stabbed in theface! Calm down!” At this point I realize he has me at a disadvantage and Imust wait for another opportunity. Oddly enough James Bond is nowhere to beseen and I feel abandoned. This is going to be really tough if I have to takeon this guy by myself, and the girl will suffer along with me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am staring down the length of the knife, waiting while theangry man decides what to do. Behind the man is a view of a bathroom across thehall, and this opening is draped with a shower curtain. Behind the curtain andunseen by the angry man I can see James Bond coming up behind him, about tostrike him hard with a blunt object, and my spirits are momentarily lifted.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Mr. Bond makes his strike, but somehow the angry man becomesaware of the attack and strikes him in the neck with his knife. He pulls it outand James’ hand immediately goes to the wound. Bright red blood sprays out, andstarts pouring down his neck and shirt as he collapses at my feet. He appearsmortally wounded, and this is when everything seems really grave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down at his figure and then kneel down to help him.Something about the whole situation seems really familiar, and though I shouldbe horrified at this scenario I am no longer afraid. In fact, I am amused, andthe whole dream borders on lucidity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m holding him up slightly from the floor, staring at thebright red blood, and then I lean in and whisper, “You can stop now. I saw allthis on Bourdain.” The familiarity of the situation becomes apparent to me as Irealize this whole scene had once played out on Anthony Bourdain’s show, NoReservations, which airs on the Travel Channel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He doesn’t seem to realize what I’m saying and again Irepeat, “I saw all this on Bourdain.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He starts to get up, and he tells the angry man, “You canstop now.” The angry man releases the woman and loses all trace of hostility.The whole scene had been created for my benefit, an amusement made most real. Ihad felt threatened and was prepared to do whatever was necessary to defuse thesituation, up until I realized that Mr. Bond was using a corn-syrup packet toappear like fake blood on his neck.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It was very impressive, and I felt a little bad that I hadended the scene. James walks off and out of the room, slightly dejected.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk out of the room, also, and back towards the way wehad come from. I have to descend a stairway to get back down, though it had notbeen there before. Each stair is pastel-colored, pink, blue, and yellow, an oddcolor-scheme.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the bottom of the stairs and to my right is an opendoorway. Inside the doorway is a large drier with its door open, and sittinginside the drier is a beautiful young woman in a medium-dark green outfit,curled up and watching TV. I pass on by but then think perhaps I have hadenough of James Bond and I would rather spend it with the girl in the drier. Iturn around and head back to her and I’m about to ask if I can join her companywhen I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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