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This is from this morning, after a natural awakening at 4 AM:

I'm going on a field trip with a bunch of kids from school. I'm very unaware of what's going on until we get to our destination: a massive, half-indoor, half-outdoor pool. The only way to get into the pool is a giant metal slide. My boyfriend is with me until we get to the slide, and then he seems to vanish. I don't notice until I'm in the water. My awareness spikes at this point, and I think gleefully, It's great to be swimming in a deep pool again! (I haven't been to a pool in years.) I am particularly delighted at not being able to touch the bottom of the pool. I spin around and notice a ladder to get out. I also notice my boyfriend's disappearance. I decide to go look for him, and I swim towards the ladder. A wave of newcomers sliding down the slide blocks my way suddenly. As they move away, I swim forward again, only to find that I can't move. It feels as if my kicking and paddling is accomplishing nothing, and I give up for a moment, confused.

Pretty sure I woke up at this point.

Woke up out of this dream yesterday. I can't recall the beginning of this dream, but I ended up in my high school, a camera in hand and a nerdy, annoying friend at my side. The school resembled a museum; it was full of strange and awe-inspiring artifacts. I was supposed to be taking pictures, but my friend kept reaching over and knocking the camera out of my hand, forcing me to repeatedly pick it up and fix it.

We started at the top floor and worked our way down. When we finally reached the bottom floor, I saw a security guard standing beside a strange, glass door. The glass was double-paned, and there were hundreds of tiny little bottles with even tinier model ships in them, all fit perfectly into the glass door. Some of the ships floated on sand (mostly white sand, but there were a few ships that rested on colorful sands; one ship in particular was on purple sand, and it reminded me strongly of a pirate ship) while others floated, seemingly unsupported, in the middle of their bottles.

"What are they?" I asked no one in particular. The little glass bottles and their caged ships were beautiful. They each seemed to have their own essence, or aura. I wanted to look at each and every one of them.

"They're spirits," my friend told me. (He meant ghosts, I thought.)

The security guard started to speak, but I woke up before I could make anything out of it.

Part of the dream I had this morning:

I am at the barn with my dad and my friend D. I walk outside with my dad, as if to leave. We get in his truck, and he starts to back out of the parking spot. He backs the truck up so that it's facing the opposite direction we need to go. I don't pay any attention to him, assuming he's just going to circle around the end of the parking lot. We drive past another car, and we see the driver fall out of the car onto the pavement.

The man is thrashing strangely, his face blank. I get a bad feeling about it, and look around at my dad, expectant. He says something about getting out of there fast, and then he swings the truck around to face the curb of the parking lot. Before us is the steep hill that leads down and away from the barn, to a two-lane road at the bottom, and a forest beyond the road.

"Don't tell anyone," my dad says, and then he drives over the curb and down the steep hill. We reach the road, and the truck is bouncing and jerking around.

"I've had enough roller coaster dreams!" I say, but I am grinning, and my dad laughs. (I evidently realized I was dreaming, but it lasted for about 5 seconds, and I was maybe a 2 on the lucidity scale.)

We continue driving along the road, but it's no longer the road I thought it was. It takes on a very roller coaster-esque look; there is nothing but blackness surrounding the road, and the road itself looks worn and broken in places. I watch it flash by under us, fascinated. (I must've retained at least some lucidity, because I was under the vague impression that nothing could go wrong.)

This is a dream I had quite a while ago:

I am in a playground. The ground is covered in mulch and I'm sitting on a swing. I swing back and forth a bit, and then I notice something. A flash of yellow. Suddenly, there is a giant, man-sized bee next to me, on the swing beside me. At first, I'm alarmed. But this bee seems friendly. The yellow on his body is indescribable, and I am intrigued by it. It seems to have depth. We sit in companionable silence for a short while, when the sound of angry buzzing reaches us. Two more giant bees appear. The first bee flies off of the swing, and tries to stop the two angry bees. One of them is coming at me stinger-first now. I panic, but I can't seem to move. The first bee is struggling desperately against the one that is trying to sting me. Behind me, the other hostile bee has one of my arms in its grasp, and it is struggling to pull me off of the swing.

I wake up just a few seconds later, after seeing the stinger of the hostile bee, hovering just over my legs.

I can't remember exactly when I had this dream. I had it on three seperate occasions, but by the last time I'd learned what to expect and I woke myself up before anything happened.

The dream: I'm at a water park. It's on a sandy cliff beside the ocean. There is the entrance building, and then you see the main pool. Behind the main pool is a really interesting structure; thin wooden stilts hold up other pools, water slides, diving boards. The diving boards and water slides lead directly into the ocean. The pools are all full of people, some with floaties and some just swimming. There are even more people down below, on the thin beach at the bottom of the cliff and in the water. A set of wooden stairs is built into the sandy cliff wall. I find myself on the beach, and I go into the water with some friendly DCs. We swim out as far as we can, and we lose track of time. Our attention is abruptly brought to the water by one of the DCs. A massive wave is visible in the distance. It's like looking at a mountain, and it is getting bigger. The DCs around me are swimming frantically towards the shore, some of them shouting. We can see people streaming up the stairs to get away, but we're still ten or so yards out in the water. Things seem to fast forward then, and the DCs I had been with were in front of me, pulling themselves onto the stairs. I look back for the first time, and the wave is right there. The water is electric blue with tinges of green. It slams into us. I make a grab for the stairs, and my fingers brush the wood, but it feels slimy, like it's been underwater for a long time. I can't hold on. I feel the water surging me around violently for a few seconds, and then I wake up.