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Night of September 9th, 2010
As a side note: This dream was so vivid, I feel as if I could write a book with the dreams storyline.

I remember the beginning of this dream, as the end of another dream... The original dream was me and this man that I called "Mr Weatherby" were trapped on this island jungle maze thing, and we were pinned down by enemy invasion force that constantly controlled the woods, and could materialize in the presence of anything higher than a whisper in sound level. These enemies ate you alive... like small little bugs with huge teeth. Anyways... the story ends when Weatherby (who is in a wheelchair because the bugs ate his legs) decides that hes gonna make a run for it, and by sheer luck me and him end up exiting the maze and arriving on a beautiful beach. This is where my new dream began... I remember hearing Weatherby saying "Im leaving" and seeing the beach... But Weatherby didn't know I had followed him out. I find him sitting next to a nice young woman whom I presume is his Grand-daughter, and they are having a very nice conversation. Weatherby turned around and I dropped to the sand just in time to not let him see me. (I could actually feel the sand, and hear the waves) I eavesdrop on their conversation, and apparently the Beach grants one wish, and usually the person asks for a way home. Weatherby asks the beach to grant him his wish of a motorcycle, which could return him home, and make him feel younger again. The motorcycle appears and Weatherby hops on, and drives around like a maniac all around the beach, whoopin' and hollerin' and such. At this time I take the chance to talk to his "grand-daughter" (which I later realized was my self conscious) And the very question she asked me was, "Why did you let go of Bekah?" "Why did she ever slip from your mind?"
To which, my response was "I realized that it was time for me let go, if she wouldn't let go of Nick" she says that that was the right decision, but hastily made. Which is followed by a quick flash of me and Bekah in like 20 years, hand in had walking down the same beach
*SNAP!*
Dream ends....

It's becoming more and more apparent that my friend "Bekah" is very important in my dreams.

#2 - Night of September 8th, 2010

Tonight was a terrible night for my dream recall, I remember waking up multiple times due to my instruction of waking upon dream rememberance, but none of dreams were vivid enough to gain recall. Every time I woke up, I attempted to calm down and recall my dream, and every time I failed at recalling the slightest detail. When I woke up in the morning, I was extremely ill, I have enflamed lymph nodes in my throat, and I'm barely able to swallow. The doctor says its not strep, but extreme sinus sickness. When I got home from the Doctors office, I took a nap and took all my normal measures to recall. This is what I remembered:

I remember me and my friends walking around, as we always do to get to to places, but it doesn't seem normal, almost as if were walking around at night, but we're also skipping to different places and what I feel are different dreams, but it still feels different, almost as if we're walking around in the night, even if its full daylight. I remember walking past a parking lot, and my friends and I hear a woman who is screaming her lungs out. We quickly hurry to assist the woman, and find that is our friend Bekah, who is being forced around by another guy we know named Hunter. I simply remember the fact knowing we beat the shit out of Hunter, and walked Bekah home. Thats when I woke up.

Can sickness affect dream recall because our bodies cannot focus on our dreams? Also, if I remember anything at all about the dreams before my afternoon nap, it seemed they were the exact same as my afternoon one. Thanks for reading!

#1 - Night of Septemeber 7th, 2010

I am preparing for a parade, or other Marching Band related event, but my Dad says that first, we should go see a movie. I text my friend Bekah to see if she would like to join us at the movies, The movie title was "Despicable Me". Bekah replies that she has already seen the movie, so I plan on going to see another movie with her instead. At this point I remember pulling into a parking lot, thats is huge, with a small empty warehouse in the center, and knowing that this is where the band is supposed to prepare for the event. This is weird because I don't remember driving there or anything before that. I enter the warehouse and conveniently my Bass Drum is right inside the door, I open my case to find that my drum has fallen apart. Screws are missing and the carrier is barely being held together. I go and talk to my Band Director Mr. Peterson about it, and he shows me that if I drew dark spots with either a sharpie or other similar utensil, the drum would be temporarily fixed. I then enter the warehouse and place my drum back in its case (I know, its outside now), and apparently the event is over. I see a small glimpse of my friend Ross Bernardo who also plays Bass Drum. At this point, the dream ends.

Some of the holes in this dream give me concern, "what happened at the movies?" And gives me concern in thinking that I may have forgotten them, but I have zero recollection of them at all. Also, I sleep with my TV on, and I occasionally blend my dreams with things I hear from late night infomercials. Are these things normal?