MrJuicy

I had some apple cinnamon oatmeal before bed this night, and I think it helped because while I only had three dreams, really, they were pretty long and vivid.

The first dream started out with me at school, trying to buy Yu-Gi-Oh cards, of all things. I had to take them to Mrs. Gunther-Brown to pay for them. For some reason though, I needed an ID to make my purchase. "No problem,' I thought, "I have my driver's license right here." I pulled out my wallet, and opened it up and showed her. (Also at this point, it was now DE that she was just checking to make sure I had everything. I had to go pay for these somewhere else). She took one look at it, and told me my license wasn't there. I looked for myself and, disappointed, I remember I left it at home because I didn't want to lose it or something. She told me, "I guess you could still TRY to buy them," implying that they might forget to check for ID. Suddenly I was sitting in my desk. I guess you could call this a separate dream, but I don't think it was. It was DE that I had dated Kate, and we broke up, and she was in my class. It was the end of the day, and we were all just waiting for the bell that signaled our leave. Many of the kids in class were up and walking in an orderly fashion around the whole room. There were some kids, like myself, Kate, and some others, that didn't join in. My desk was positioned by the back wall, with just enough space between my back and the wall for people to pass through. As the kids walked behind me, Amanda (I think that was her name) tousled my hair as she passed, which was really out of character for her, because she was really shy in school. For some reason this was a big deal to everyone in class, and the students were all like, "Ooooo, guess who has a crush on Chris." Amanda and I knew that she didn't mean anything by it. Rachel was one of the students that was walking around the room, and to take attention off of Amanda and I, she tousled my hair as well when she walked by, as if to show that it wasn't a big deal. I didn't get a chance to thank her. But anyway everyone forgot about the incident when the bell rang and we started home. Somehow I ended up walking with Kate. I think we were just headed the same way, and I didn't want to walk 5 feet behind her the whole time, so I ended up walking with her. It was pretty awkward, since we already broke up and everything, but I tried to make the best of it. I tried to lighten things with some jokes, but she didn't get them, and that just made things more awkward. There was snow on the ground, and we couldn't see the pavement. There were no houses or trees around, either, but eventually we made it to her house. Her mother wasn't there, but her dad was, and this was the first time I was meeting him, even though I already dated his daughter. I knew that he knew I already hurt her by breaking up with her, and I felt pretty bad about it. When I went to shake his hand (my hands were wet for some reason) and properly introduce myself, I knew his thoughts were, "Oh, so THIS is Chris." Her house was pretty small. We were gathered in her kitchen, which had pale and brown tiles on the floor, and cartoonishly red walls. There were three doorways to the room; the way we came in, one leading to a living room, and one leading to the backyard. The one leading to the backyard was at the end of the room opposite where we came in, and by that door on its right, there was the stove on the wall coming towards us. To the left of the door was a wall with various knick-knacks. Next to the stove was the sink, and then the fridge. To our immediate left was the door leading to the living room. Kate's dad was opposite the side of the stove, where there was a small cafe table and a single bar stool in the corner which her dad sat on. Her dad was a pretty big guy. He was wearing a white tee shirt, which I probably could have fit my entire body in. Sitting down, he was taller than me. He had dark, curly hair, and an Italian mustache. After I introduced myself, which made things more awkward than they already were, their weiner dog ran into the room. Kate's dad took out a pack of twizzlers and fed one to the dog. Suddenly Kate and I were in her bathroom. We were flossing, and since I was still being awkward and nervous, I couldn't get a string of floss out of the container. When I finally did, it was all messed up and tangled. At this point, I think we were back together, and I told Kate, "I'm awkward right now, but once we get to know each other better, I won't be as awkward." Out of nowhere, we were suddenly on a cruise ship, and Kate was replaced with Chrissy, although she was supposed to be the same person. At this point in our relationship, we realised that we were soul mates or some shit like that, like it was destiny that we ended up together. Anyway, the whole time we were walking around the cruise ship, the view in my dream was very zoomed out, and I could see the whole cruise ship, surrounded by dark, night waters. Chrissy and I were about half the size of the ship, since my perception was skewed since my view was zoomed out so much. In little time, the cruise ship was ready to "take off". Without notifying us, the middle of the ship was covered in a giant cap in preparation to zoom beneath the seas. We had to hurry beneath it before the ship dove down. Before we could get under the cap, the ship turned around. Chrissy and I held on tight as the ship spun with force. It turned around so fast that at some points, one whole side of the ship would be underwater. Even though it was turning fast, it took a long while to make a full 180. When it was finally done, Chrissy and I hurried to the cap in the middle of the ship. We unclipped the lock and hinged the cap open. We got underneath and closed it up. Since we were big, we took up the whole space underneath the cap, as if we were sitting underneath a giant, overturned bowl. There was very little light under the cap, and we could only make out each other's silhouettes through the yellowish conversion of light through the top of the cap. Strangely enough, there was a sense of danger in the air, and we embraced each other for the duration of the ride. When we arrived at our destination, we entered a room that seemed to be an inside dock. We were normal-sized now, and as everyone was leaving the ship, some people were being separated, with some being sent to the left, and some to the right. Everyone was wearing jumpsuits, the color of which being between red and orange. There was a conveyor belt that we stood on as we exited the ship, not unlike those found in airports, that brought us to the wall on the other side of the room. The conveyor belt split in two when it reached the wall, and that was how people were separated. The room wasn't as big as you would imagine for an inside dock. The walkway leading to the far wall was only about 25 feet long, and the total length of the wall was about 50 feet. There were two doors (one on the far right and one on the far left) and it seemed that girls were sent to the left and boys to the right. The room had large, orange, metal support beams on the left and right where the dock wasn't. But anyway, Chrissy and I were separated. The last part of this dream that I remember was that I was with a large group of boys (since we were grouped together), and we were gathered around a doorway watching live anime (although I don't understand how that's possible). Adam was there. We knew that we weren't supposed to be goofing off and having fun, but this was all we had.

The next dream I had sort of comes from the last one, in that we were trapped against our will, but it has nothing else to do with the previous dream. In this dream, Brian was evil (why is he evil in my dreams?) and he was keeping Sean and I, and some other people I think, in this house that looked kind of like my cousin's old house in Philly. I wrote down "slave" in my dream journal. I don't know this is really an accurate word to describe the situation Sean and I were in, but it's the first to come to mind. After we were already being held there for a while, one day, while Brian was out, I found out that Sean had been selling weed this whole time. He told me he makes about "$130.00 per box" and I asked him how many box he sells a day. He told me that on a good day, he'll sell up to 5 boxes. I went over to where Sean does his business. In his room, out the window, you could see a single telephone pole with a box on a small platform attached to it. Outside looked post-apocalyptic. The sky was red, the ground was black, and the telephone pole was broken and slanted. On the box, a white dove had made a nest. This dove was Sean's and he trained it to carry the weed and the money back and forth. My dream showed me a shot of what it would look like when the bird carried weed back over to the window. There was just a green orb around the dove. The orb looked like it had been scribbled with crayon by a five-year-old. The closer the bird got to the window, the smaller the orb became. Just then, I heard the door open. I panicked (since we weren't supposed to be doing this) and told Sean that someone was coming home, and we need to hide stuff. There wasn't enough time, and we both were really worried. Luckily, it wasn't Brian. It was Butch, who headed upstairs. Relieved, I went to my room, which was my old room. It was DE that we weren't allowed to listen to music, or shower, but we found ways around those things. For instance, I had this device that I needed to press my bare foot against, and it would play Beatles music.

Before I woke up, I dreamed that I was writing all of this down in my dream journal. I woke up at 8:30, and went back to sleep.

The last dream I had was pretty cool. For starters, I was Batman. I could just end this entry right here, and I'd be satisfied, but I'll keep going. I was lying in a hospital bed because my back and my leg had been broken for the past few months. This was the day I was finally leaving the place. Since I was gone for so long, a new Batman had taken my place. My muscles were also very weak. I tried to stand, and I could barely stay up. There was a kid in the room near me, and it was his birthday. Anyway, there was evil afoot, and I had to spring into action, which was very hard given my weak condition. The kid with the birthday and his mom ran out of the hospital through a long tunnel (like in Star Fox 64) and I had to struggle to keep up with them. We ended outside a school-looking place with a large field of grass. There was a giant pseudobot that was powering up in the field. I finally caught up with the boy and his mom. They were climbing onto the pseudobot and I was inches behind them. We were really high up. There was a riddle we had to solve in order for the thing to not power up all the way. For the riddle, we had a controller with a single button on it. Around us, in the field, there were several parking-meter-shaped poles circling around us. We had to point to controller at the right one and press the button to save ourselves.We were given a hint. The hint was, "Aim for the evening." It was morning at the time, and I noticed that the sun was coming up. Just then I realised; the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. If we could find which pole was furthest west, we could defeat this pseudobot. I had little time, and I had to jump down to the ground so I could aim for the right pole. The kid's mother was worried about me and said that I could be injured all over again. I told her not to worry. "I'll land on my back," I told her to keep her mind at ease. I told her this as if it wasn't my back that was broken, and as if it would provide a soft landing. Either way, we ended up on the ground, and I faced away from the sun. I narrowed my decision down to three of the poles. If I chose the wrong one, the pseudobot would spring to action and kill us all. I faced the sun directly, and turned around to reassure my decision. Now it was between two poles. While the boy and his mom were trying to help by deciding between the two, I decided that it had to be the pole in the middle of the initial three I suspected to be possible choices. I told them, "I am positive that the correct answer is this pole here," and I pointed to the pole. I told them, "I won't press the button unless we all agree on this. We are all in this together." The button on the controller was a lot more sensitive than I thought it was, and I accidentally pressed it. Luckily, I was pointing to the right pole as it was pressed. A spray of green light was emitted from the controller and it surrounded the pole. For some reason, our efforts failed, and I had to fight the pseudobot, although it was in a weakened state. Its head was a giant tube-like structure that was surrounded by rocket launchers, with a space in the middle (inside the tube) where there was orange, organic matter. There was a pattern to its cycle of attacks, and I took advantage of this.

This is where I woke up =(

I'd go into detail on what the pseudobot looked like, but I'm pressed for time right now.

Involuntary WBTB around 5:30, which was too soon, and I stayed awake for about an hour, which is too long.

No LD.

First, I was in this hotel-looking place. I was with a bunch of people, none of whom I recognised, but I knew that I didn't fit in with their crowd. The room was very well-lit, thanks to the large window that occupied the entire wall we all faced. There were various blandly-colored chairs and plastic plants placed around the grey room. The group of people and I were all gathered around the window, and looking at a person floating next to the building we were in. It seemed we were pretty high up, like if we were in a skyscraper. The person flying next to the building was pretty far away, but I could make out his flamboyant, super hero-ish outfit. What he was doing was creating these energy discs that he chucked at us vertically. When they came whizzing towards us, they would instantly and very cleanly cut through anything they touched, but then the object that was cut would automatically reassemble, as if nothing had happened. The rest of the group I was with were anticipating these discs, like it was fun when they cut through them, but I was understandably cautious, and did not want those things chopping me up. I was in the middle of the crowd, and I noticed that the floating guy was throwing these discs, and from my right to my left, so he could get everyone. I took advantage of this pattern, and tried to time them so I could hop between them safely to the right, and away from the room. I almost jumped too soon the first time, and I had to quickly jump back before one disc caught my head. There was little time between this disc and the next one, and I had to shift my momentum forward to be able to escape this one as well. I got out just in time, with only a rip in the back of my shirt.

Next, the cast of Everybody Loves Raymond was standing on top of a square platform with sewer water below them. There was another similar platform adjacent to the one they were on. The background to this part of the dream had dirty orange and green colors, and the cast didn't pay attention to this, and just went about their business. I don't remember what they were talking about, but eventually, Raymond turned into a pig, and fell down a sewer grate on the second square platform. Frank then morphed into a pig as well (although he had an apple in his mouth), and went after him. The sewer grate led to a series of see-through tubes that the two were just zipping through, like some sort of carnival ride, with the occasional build up of dirty garbage water, where everyone held their breath through. Soon, my dream forgot all about Raymond, and it was just watching Frank, the pig, sliding through the tubes. There were a lot of parts of the tubes that went through strange places. One part was a supermarket, in the frozen food section. Right where one of the glass doors would be was the tube that came through the floor, around one of the doors, and then back into the ground. The dream only showed a glimpse of this part, with Frank flying through the tube. There was also a dream with the best train conductor in the world, but I don't remember it.

There was one dream I vaguely remember where I had to get ready to go somewhere, and I shaved off all of my body hair. The hair on my head was blue, and I was procrastinating something. Meg from Family Guy was there. Coffee had something to do with this dream too. In the end, I was embarrassed or something because I did all of this for nothing. I forget.

Lastly, I was at some sort of newspaper stand, and there was a giant stack of video game pamphlets or something. They were red and black on the front, and were reserved for people who work for IGN. I was talking to some guy with a coffee and a soft pretzel I think. He made an exception for me, and I took a pamphlet and did a "game of the year" review. There were also meatball sandwiches that were "not for guests." Suddenly, I was in Anthony's kitchen, and his house looked kind of like his grandparent's house, but the table was on the wrong side of the room, and the doorways leading to the living room were too...unrealistic? But anyway, we were eating meatball sandwiches, which were delicious because of the sauce, and we were talking. There was some other third person there, but I don't remember who it was. It may have been Matt. The subject of a Sony Super Smash Bros came up and I asked if Sonic was still going to be in it, since he's not a Nintendo character. I got a yes, and I said, "Who is going to replace the rest of the characters?" I'm sure I got a list of characters, but I don't remember who they were. I asked if Mega Man was going to be in it, and the other guy who was there said yes, but I knew he was talking about some other Mega Man. I thought to myself, "Oh, wait. THAT guy is Mega Man, too." I clarified and asked if Protoman (huh?) was going to be in it. I turned to Matt and said I should have said Mega Man Volnutt, because then they would know who I was talking about. Anthony and I went to sit down at the table. His brother and his sister were there, and we were all listening to the radio. The radio was on the table with a big plate of roast beef, and I was flipping through the channels. I wasn't hearing anything I particularly liked, but I knew the Jazz station was coming up. Just as I thought, it was the next one that came on. I knew that his brother would probably complain about it, so I kept flipping through the channels after i gave a look of "cool, jazz. Too bad we can't listen to it right now" to Anthony, and he returned to look. We settled on this one channel, and Anthony was sitting across from me. As if he was answering a question, Anthony said, "Yeah, this is Bob Cole." I called him an idiot and said, "No, this is Bob Dylan, you idiot." I changed the channel again, and American Idol came on and the radio started flashing red and blue, like a police car, because I guess those are the show's colors in my subconscious. Suddenly I was in the mall with Matt and the other kid. We were all sitting at a table chatting. I got up to walk around and put a coat on. I went back to the table we were at and I picked a piece of bread, and held it in my mouth while I continued to put my coat on.

I slept over Alec's this night, so I didn't get to record anything down (of course on a day I have a bunch of dreams), but I remember some stuff. Hopefully it will come back to me as I'm typing this up. (It didn't).

The dream I remember the most is this one where I was at school, and it was on the verge of being taken over by a swarm of thorny vines. We all needed to get out because once these vines took over the place, we could never escape. I vaguely remember a mine cart in one of the rooms or something, and it may have had something to do with our escape. But anyway, eventually, after a bunch of stuff I don't recall, I was outside the school. There was still a little bit of time left, and I knew that there were a lot of people in there that weren't going to make it. I summoned up the courage to go back inside and save some people. The one I was after was Jenn. She was with some other people on one of the mine carts, so they came too. We got outside just in time, and I thought about all of the people I couldn't save, and I also thought about all of the stuff that I left inside the school.

There's a glimpse I remember of this dream where I am in this record store and Lindsay happened to be there. She was complaining about all of the records being mainstream, and I muttered that she shouldn't be talking, because that's all she listens to.

There won't be much today because my mom woke me up early.

First, there was this dream where Anthony and I were in this Egyptian pyramid. We were in a golden, stone hallway just hanging out. Behind me, there were two sarcophagi, although I never actually looked at them. There was a supporting pillar in front of me, and the place was lit by many torches. I went around the pillar because it was in my way, just in time to see Anthony do this weird ballet jump. I looked at him and said, "What the hell was that?" We both laughed and this became an inside joke. We both then did a bunch of half-assed mock ballet jumps to make fun of him.

There was one dream that involved a game show I think, and Butch was there, but I don't remember the details.

The next dream I had took place at this lady's house (may have been Ms. Ward). She was either a friend of Mom, or some relative. We were on a road trip to various states that had family in them, and Mom and this lady, who was very big and in a red sweater, were talking about where she would go next, and how long each trip would take. I don't remember the exact states, but I knew that there was one we could have went to out west that would take 18 hours to get to. There was another one more south that would take around 14 hours. Mom thought these rides were too long, and the lady mentioned that it was only 8 hours to New York (we were already somewhere west of New Jersey). To emphasize how easy the trip was, the lady mentioned that we would only have to "land the plane right on the bay." When I heard this, I became slightly apprehensive about the trip. I didn't want to get all of my bags and everything wet. This whole time, Sean and I were eating platefuls of meat. There were ribs, meatballs, pork, and other stuff. The meatballs were the most important, like they were the lady's specialty or something. Sean was having a hard time getting some of the meat off of the fat from the ribs, and to show him that he had to use his hands, I ripped a big chunk of meat from one of the ribs, and showed him, as if to make him jealous that I was doing it right or something. The plates of meat were on the counter of the kitchen we were in. The whole room had a very cozy vibe to it, with the walls being dark in color, and all the cabinets having a log cabin aesthetic. The counter that had the plates had doorways to the left and right of it. The one to the right led to some sort of living room, where I could vaguely make out a fireplace (I think). The doorway to the left was very dark, and I couldn't see where it led, but I knew that it wrapped around to the other room. There was a giant table behind me when I was facing the counter, and that was where Sean and I were eating. There was also a counter/table in the middle of the kitchen (one that you could walk around), and that was where Mom and this lady talked. The house looked very nice.

I might have had a false awakening here, because I think I looked at the clock, and I saw that it was 4 pm. I thought to myself out of frustration, "how is that possible? I didn't want to sleep that long, but I'm still tired." Then I went back "to sleep".

In the last dream I had this night, there was an eerie closet in my room where my dresser would be. my room looked pretty much the same except that next to the door to my room, there was another door that led to this enormous walk-in closet, which looked a lot more like an empty basement than a closet. Inside, there was just a big, empty space with mirrors on all of the walls. The room inside was about 20 feet by 20 feet (however, I'm bad at guessing measurements) and had about 6 dusty, old support beams scattered around evenly. One of my cats kept going in there, although I don't think this really had anything to do with the dream, so much as it just being something the cat would do. Mom thought the room was haunted, and I didn't want to go in there, mostly out of the fact that it was completely dark in there, and just creepy looking. I'm sure there was a door to the room, but it was always open, or maybe there were saloon doors or something. But anyway, whenever I tried to look inside the room, I couldn't see anything, as if I had taken my glasses off, and my room suddenly became dimly lit.

Mom woke me up around the second or third time the cat went into the closet.

Also, I wrote down "club/closet in room" so I guess it was also a club of some sort at one point, although I don't remember that part.

This was a nap I took from 1pm-5:30pm. I pulled another all-nighter this night. Gotta stop with that.

First, I was on the internet with this chick. She seemed really interested in me, and we were going to go to Paris together. Tickets to Paris were only $1.04 per person, and I was going to go without even telling my parents. I forget why, but something happened and the girl from the internet suddenly thought I was a creep or something. There was more to this dream, but I only wrote down vague notes.

Then, it was the last day of school, and I was in a class taught by Madame Arcusi. The class was very large, and pretty much my whole graduating class was in there (DE). I was being very annoying the whole time, because I just wanted to get out of there and go to Paris. I knew everyone was getting annoyed, but I didn't care, and I said something like, "Everyone is listening to-" Then I corrected myself, "Everyone is hearing me complain and make annoying noises on purpose." Kate, who was sitting next to me kept asking me to stop. The teacher kept morphing into different people. It started with Madame Arcusi, then they might have been Mrs. Gunther-Brown, but I know at one point they were Mr. Yourison and I remember him coming over to my desk and I was worried he would find something (can't remember what) so I distracted him or something, and he talked to the kid next to me. Behind my desk was a large window, which sometimes led to another classroom, and sometimes showed a go-kart course, depending on when you looked at it. When it was another classroom, I remember seeing this girl who kind of looked like Nicole, but I don't think it was her. When we were finally leaving the school, I mentioned to Kate (but mostly offhandedly to the class) that I finally get to go to Paris now, and she said it was pretty cool.

In the last part of the dream, I was finally in Paris, but I found out that my $1.04 ticket only got me the most run-down room in this hotel. The hotel had nice rooms, but the quality of your room was determined by the amount of money you paid. Outside didn't even look like Paris, by the way. It looked more like a park in Philadelphia in the fall. But anyway, at this point in the dream, I was just watching, and my character had morphed into Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force. His room was just this one bed suspended on this platform on a really high ceiling. The bed had a lever that flipped him forward so he would be facing the other side of the bed. Since this was Carl, he was fine with having a crappy hotel room if it meant he was in Paris, and he was trying to justify it by saying that he'll get bed in breakfast, and that he could put a newspaper on the other side of the bed so that he could pull the lever and switch activities quickly. He kept pulling the lever and saying, "See? Breakfast, newspaper! Breakfast, newspaper!"

Finally Lucid! Yowza! Holy balls, is that realistic!

'Bout durn tam!

Anyway...

First, I had this dream where I was driving all around my neighborhood and the highway, but I was driving from the passenger seat, and I was having a hard time reaching the pedals and controlling the car. I kept crashing into things, and driving the wrong way and stuff. I knew I was causing trouble and everything, but I was in that state of mind where you're just like, "Shit, I don't even care right now. Killed your child? That's too bad. Fuck it." Eventually I caught the eye of a police officer, and he puts me in hand cuffs not because I was being arrested, but because He didn't want me trying to fight him or something.

Then, I was at this art gallery with my mom, and there was a lot of vivid art all around. I only vaguely remember this one abstract painting of a little boy, and this one painting which was just an empty canvas with a dent in the middle of it as if someone punched it. It was on the floor on this stand that allowed it to stand on its corner. I remember tripping on something and hitting it by accident, and I was relieved that no one saw me.

Then I was at this restaurant/hospital with the cast of It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia. While I was sitting on these waiting steps with Frank (Danny DeVito), he was destroying everyone's jackets and shoes. Then when we got to the front desk, there were two doctors we were talking to. They were both girls, and one of them was very attractive, but she had really low self-esteem, and thought she was ugly. Dennis, who was suddenly there, decided that he was going to take advantage of this doctor for sex. He told her that he would "pay for another check up with some extra for 'the rest'." When we were about to leave, I couldn't find my shoes because Frank destroyed them. Everyone was yelling at me because I was taking so long, but I tried to tell them it wasn't my fault. Eventually we all left, and I was suddenly in this bay with Charlie and Frank. The we were pretty close to the shore, and you could see a bridge in the background. The water was very bright and rainbow-colored. Charlie and I were making fun of Frank because he was seeing everything in a really weird way. For instance, I think the water was rainbow-colored because that's how he saw it. Also, Frank was straddling this wooden board, but because of the way he was seeing things, to him, the board looked like it was curved (like if he was sitting on a water noodle).

Suddenly I was in this room, and it was DE that it was sort of a doctor's office as well. It looked like my room, but the carpet was maroon, and there was only my bed, another bed on the other side of the room, and a door where one shouldn't be. It looked like the far side of the room went on forever. Suddenly, I was lucid. All this time doing reality checks and I get a spontaneous lucid dream. I did do some reality checks to make sure, however. I looked at the clock and noticed that it was 10:09. I knew that this was a real time (although the nine looked funny), so I looked at my hands, and noticed I had six fingers on my right hand. I took all of this very calmly, and didn't freak out at all, which is good. Also this dream was very realistic. Now I know what others are talking about when they say they confuse it with waking life. The other one and a half lucids I've had were really fuzzy. With this, I thought I was already awake. Anyway, I noticed a notebook on my bed. I looked at it, and it was DE that it was supposed to be a variation of my dream journal. When I started reading, I started losing lucidity. In the notebook were poems, and one of them was supposed to be about how life is meaningless, and it started out, "It is sully that Thanksgiving is a lifetime." I don't remember the rest, except for lines here and there that had things like, "s(eui.)ia" which I just figured was Latin or something, and I thought, "wouldn't it be something if I woke up and found out that these were real Latin words?" I thought the poem was really good so I went to write it down so I would remember it, hoping it would be there when I woke up. When I was about to start writing, I snapped to my senses and my lucidity came back. I tried to make the hot nurse from the other dream appear, but I was impatient, and I didn't use good technique (turning around, turning back) so I figured that I had no control in this dream. I walked over to the other bed and flopped down. Since there was nothing left to do, I chose to try to have an out of body experience from the lucid. I felt the vibrations of sleep paralysis while still in the dream, and when I was actually awake and laying there waiting for sleep paralysis, it had already passed. Silly me should've just explored the dream.

Pulled a few all-nighters here and there, along with sleeping out, so I haven't recorded many dreams. I have three entries that I need to write down though.

Don't expect good detail or anything. Probably won't remember these too well by now anyway. These will probably just be quick summaries.

First, there was this part where I was with some people from school. Ephraim was there. We were at a tennis court, and I remember this one part where Eprhaim, Donovan, Nick and I did this group beat box thing.

One dream had this crazy lady, and I was in her house. She owned a bunch of these realistic-looking dolls, and she left the room, leaving me alone with them. I noiced there were security cameras all around the room, hidden among all of the dolls. This freaked me out.

Then, I was in my backyard with Ashley, her boyfriend, and some of her friends. We had ordered a trampoline, and a keg. I suggested that we move the trampoline further away from the porch just in case our parents get home. I get frustrated because no one is listening. So I take one of the kegs out front, which looks nothing like my house, and I take it to the curb where this guy is. The guy is a construction worker who recently lost his wife. The dream then cuts to this tribute song he made for his wife with a bunch of co-workers. The song is in a video game (Rayman) on one of the hardest levels. Then I almost accidentally let this little kid drive. Weird stuff.

There was also this dream where Anthony and I were going on this really long road trip. We were driving a school bus. We pulled up to this one store in like Tennessee or something to make a pit stop and I see Jenn and Kate there, and I remember thinking something like, "What are the chances?" Debbie was there...somewhere.

I pulled an all-nighter on the 17th, so I didn't do a dream journal entry. This night, I was planning on just taking a break, but I felt I needed to write down this dream. I had other dreams, but this one stood out.

I'm probably missing a few details, but this is the general gist of it.

The dream started out, and I was this character in a TV show. I'm pretty sure I was Robert DeNiro. The dream started in the middle of the show, so I didn't know what was going on. This black guy, who I think was my partner, was standing next to me, and we were talking to this guy in front of us, who was supposed to be giving us orders or something. We were in this well-lit room with blue pipes all around. Anyway, the guy giving us orders said, "So then, we gotta go after him, and beat him up." I interrupted him with, "I'm sorry, who's 'him'? I just got here, so I don't know the plot or what's going on." He specified that it was just this guy who we needed to beat up. I wasn't okay with that. So then we're walking through the halls of my school, which is like a mix between my high school and my elementary school, and I'm trying to avoid this group I'm supposed to be with to beat up the guy. My dream cut to a shot of them beating up this random guy, and he was pinned down in this circle they formed. I knew I was breaking this HUGE rule by not helping them, so I was getting a little scared. While avoiding them and trying to get away, I ran into Kate in the hall. She was confused and I was a little distraught so I began explaining to her, "Look, I was watching this show, and then I was in the show, but my character was having this dream where he was watching the show too, so we both didn't know what was going on, but now I'm not with them, and I'm supposed to be and they might come after me and so we probably need to hide." At this point I wasn't DeNiro anymore. But anyway, we go to this room and we build these large, wooden, towering platforms, which were layered on top of each other. The entrance to the room we were in was down a flight of stairs and through a door. I knew we weren't hidden very well. The room itself was too large to be inside any building, and instead of a ceiling, you could see the night sky through these branches and leaves. There were stacks and stacks of random objects and items (TV's, paint cans, old furniture, wooden scraps) off to the right, and there was a large, pink/violet, window to the left which seemed to be a shimmering, physical embodiment of magic. The platforms we built were very tall, and we hid on the top one. We had all of these bags of money, and we spread them around the top platform with us, and our plan was that if they entered the room to look for us, we would lay down flat on the platform, and for some reason this was supposed to make us hidden.

Anyway, we stayed hidden on that platform for a few days, although the sky remained night. Over the course of the days, Kate and I stayed mostly silent towards each other, although there was this strange, emotional connection between us that I wouldn't describe as love or friendship, but they are the first words that come to mind. Really, it felt like a pure feeling of familiarity, or just a "knowing" feeling. At the same time it felt like she was rejecting a love that I didn't even have for her. Better put, we knew that we were going to die, and because of this, we felt closer, although we didn't love each other. This feeling seemed to alternate with an unrequited love feeling. It was very strange. As the days passed, Kate and I got intimate a few times, perhaps out of boredom, and there was always a sense of doom in the air, as if I was just waiting for them to find us and kill us. I was sad and a little worried, but I knew there was nothing we could do about it. This is what was going to happen, no buts about it. Sometimes, it seemed like I knew this wasn't going to end well, but as far as she was concerned, things weren't that bad. Kate seemed unhappy for the whole time we stayed on that platform, and while there were times where we would just lay down, her head upon my shoulder, and gaze up at the night sky, it was like she only did this because she knew that this was the last moments of her life. A feeling of dread overthrew any feeling of love, or familiarity I may have felt in the dream, because I knew I got us into this mess, and it was all my fault that she was going to die. I remember on one of the days, I found these capsules. Each capsule, when used, would fire off like a rocket into the sky and explode like a firework. It was very pretty. I showed these to Kate to try to cheer her up, but it didn't work.

On the final day, we heard a group of people coming down the stairs. Kate and I laid down on the platform like our original plan, although I knew this wasn't going to really keep us hidden for long. I felt such sorrow and guilt for dragging her into this. The group entered the room, and looked around for a bit. They were all wearing these police-like uniforms, with astronaut helmets that had police lights on top. Their heads were very round, and their bodies were very cartoonishly shaped. After a few tense seconds, they looked up, and saw us. They started shooting at us with these guns that weren't flamethrowers, but shot flames. The flames hit some of the paint cans, and they exploded as if they were reserves of gasoline. Kate and I were immediately set on fire, and melted in the most violent and gruesome display of death I had ever dreamed of.

After this, I awoke on top of the platform, in daylight (still dreaming), with Kate nowhere in sight. I was a little confused and worried about this, but I knew it was only a matter of time before the group comes and destroys the place, and my priority was leaving. As I climbed down from the platform, I felt guilty. I felt like I was cheating Kate, and just leaving her there, even though I knew she wasn't there. I felt like a hypocrite, as if I kept her there because we had no choice but to die, but here I was climbing down to leave. When I reached the bottom, I walked over to the giant window and opened it. I looked back at the platform, which was now two couches on the ground with blankets on them. One blanket in particular looked as if someone had just gotten out of it, with one corner folded open. Running out of time, I quickly ran over to it, scrambled it around so that it looked like it had been there for ages (dream logic), and ran back to window. I thought about hanging off of the ledge of the window until they came and went, but then I noticed this floating, translucent, magic block that I could stand on. It was the same, shimmering, pink/violet color of the window. I climbed on top of it. I looked back at the room, where I could see the group now entering. Then I looked up at the moon while the block ascended into the stars.

I think it's safe to say that my dry spell of dreams is about over. I even remember the order of most of the dreams. Also I'm feeling better, so I will try a WBTB next night.

I also did a reality check, and I may have been lucid for a few seconds. Unfortunately, on a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the most lucid, I'd say I was around 1 or 2, but since I'm not sure if I was actually lucid, I'm not going to mark this down as a lucid dream.

First, I was at Alec's house. It was set up differently in that it was a lot bigger, and it had a lot of winding hallways. The overall look of the house was different, too, with all the walls having this old-looking wall paper, and the floors were carpeted with antique carpets. Anyway, Anthony was there as well, and we all wanted to go get some pizza. The problem was that Alec's parents weren't home, so we couldn't leave because then his grandmother, who is very old and shouldn't be left alone, would be left alone. This was immediately apparent to us, so we considered leaving, but then the subject of her medication came up, and we figured that if we weren't there, she would "probably die." Somehow that was supposed to be a joke, and it came off as a joke in the dream, but I don't remember who said it. I know either someone said it to his grandmother, or his grandmother said it about herself.

Then, I was in the car with Brian and Ashley's baby. There were other people in the car, but they were faceless dream characters. The car was not my car, also. The seats were leather, and everything was colored grey. The baby's car seat was somehow in the same spot that Brian was sitting, which was in the middle seat in the back. I was in the seat by the left window. Every time I picked up the baby (Seth), which was by his armpits, to put him in his car seat, Brian would yell at me asking me what I was doing. I didn't know what he meant, and I ignored him. Then I picked up Seth again, who, by the way, looked like a newborn rather than the six-month-old he is, and I put him in the car door compartment. You know, the place where you usually put an umbrella or something. The compartment was just big enough to fit Seth in a standing-up posture, and he fell asleep. Brian yelled at me again, but I figured it was only because Seth would be uncomfortable in the door compartment. I figured I'd let him go until he woke up and started crying, and when he did I picked him up again to put him back in his car seat. This time when Brian yelled at me, I said back to him, "You're telling me I'm holding him the wrong way, but you aren't being specific! How am I supposed to know what you mean?" After I said this, I realised that I was yelling at him the same way I would yell at one of my friends if I was mad at them. When I said this, all the characters in the car turned to look at me, and I think my mom was driving. Anyway, Brian told me, "You can't just pick him up by the armpits, you have to support the rest of his body." To demonstrate this, the baby morphed into one of our cats, and was laying sprawled out on Brian's hands. The cat's head was on his right hand, and his body was on his left. Brian's hands were slightly apart, so that in the space in the middle, the cat's body was sagging down.

The next thing I know, I'm at school. So far in the dream, the school looks almost exactly as it normally does. I'm at the hallway intersection by the nurse's office, and the stairs are behind me, and everything is where it should be, although the walls are orange.. I'm about to go somewhere when this kid, who looked a lot like Alaric, but slightly off, like he could be his younger brother or something, pulled me aside and said, "Hey, I lost my Gameboy Advance in the other classroom, could I borrow yours?" I said that I didn't have one with me, and he said, "Don't lie," while nudging me with his elbow. I could tell this was a joke; a way of saying, "Hey, we all can't stand these boring classes, so we all carry around Gameboys to keep ourselves occupied." For some reason though, in this dream I was socially awkward (more so than usual ) and instead of making a joke back, I kind of just said, "I'm not lying." I felt pressed for time, however, and I had to go. This kid was interesting though, and I felt that we could have been great friends. Anyway, I walked off down the hallway that leads to the cafeteria. This is where the architecture of the school goes a little off. Instead of leading to the cafeteria, I could look down the hallway, and see that it just kept going forever, the orange hue of the walls leading the way. However, when I started walking down the hallway, I immediately ended up in this other hallway. This hallway was completely blue and there were boilers and such all around the place. I saw a person in the distance, who waved at me. I thought it was my old math teacher, but as I got closer, I realised it was this girl, Kristen, who had a crush on me. She was with her friends, who I happen to not like. It's worth mentioning that this particular dream is the only instance in which her friend, who is also named Kristen, was attractive. Then I was suddenly in this other hallway. This one was a lot like the unnecessarily wide one in most of my school dreams, but it led to the gymnasium. And instead of a door to the gym, the hall just opened up, and there it was on the right. Also, the wall on the right didn't reach all the way up to the ceiling. If you wanted to, you could feasibly climb the wall and climb over the top and get to the bleachers in the gym. As I was walking up to the gym, Donovan was with me, and I was trying to make a joke but he didn't think it was funny. A basketball from the gym fell over the top of the wall and bounced towards me. I could see the ball bouncing towards me in third person, and I knew it was going to hit me in the head. It did. Then I walked around the wall to get to the gym, and I saw some kid on the bleachers playing with a basketball. The bleachers were tiered, but not in the normal way. I would say that normal bleachers were tiered horizontally. These ones were tiered vertically, and there were no seats on them. It was more like they were just steps, and I was walking on the edge of the wall that these bleachers made. As I was walking on the wall, I could look down and see the hallway from where I came. Suddenly I was sitting by these lunch tables on the other side of the gym, and I could still see the kid with the basketball from where I was. There was a basketball hoop at the bottom of the bleachers and in front of it, there were also a lot of hard, plastic benches. As I watched the kid with the basketball, he would jump really high on the spot where he was, and aim for the hoop, and make it. Then he would move up a step and do the same thing. Eventually, he was at the top, and I had a feeling he was going to fall. He jumped up really high, and the ball when in the hoop, but he took a nasty spill and fell face first into this metal bar and the plastic benches. Somehow, he managed to get up and walk this off, and the whole gym was amazed that he mad the shot. I turned around and I was suddenly in this room with Tom and Kyle. The room was dark, and there was a couch, where Tom and Kyle were sitting, and there was a small rug on the floor where I was sitting, and there was also a TV. This class had something to do with music theory because Mrs. Gunther-Brown, my music theory teacher, put on a video for us to watch. The video had a Caterpie from Pokemon trying to climb these vines, but things were shooting at him. In the background, Daisy Bell was playing, but it was in an, 8-bit style. For some reason, it was DE that church was relevant to the song and the video. I made a joke saying that this was "Super Church" or "Super Sunday" in reference to Super Nintendo. Tom and Kyle didn't think these were funny, and I continued with, "Church 64." It was like, in this whole dream, everyone thought I wasn't funny.

I woke up at this point, and forced myself to write down some dreams.

Next, I was at a relative's house. It may have been my aunt Sandy. The place was very run down, and the wooden floors and walls were getting torn up. I was on the computer for a little bit, but then I walked to this one bedroom. This room was very nice looking. The place was very orange, but it wasn't torn apart like the rest of the house. There was a bed to my right, and a support column to my left. I don't know what was on the other side of the support column. There was a small TV to the left of the bed. Anthony was there, and so was this other kid. They made a comment about how this Metal Gear Solid game sucked, and was a "bad game". I turned it on and realised that they came to this conclusion because his gun was shaped weird. Snake's gun was a marshmallow gun, and it was very small where he held it, and giant on the other end, with a yellow tank on the side. It actually looked pretty awesome now that I think about it. I mocked them, and they agreed with me, saying that it probably wouldn't affect the game. I turned it off, but then the other kid mentioned that there were other things wrong with the game. I turned it back on, and I started playing for a little bit. The setting of the game was this small military camp. Snake was wearing khakis, a wife-beater, black boots, and he had camouflage face paint. As he ran, the game was glitchy, and his arms folded back behind him. It looked pretty funny. I turned off the game. Suddenly this girl from school, Coralis, was in the room with us, and she was wearing this bionic suit, and it was DE that it was her birthday. She was playing Yu-Gi-Oh with some other person. There were two a big stacks of cards on this table between them with a magic card on top of each, and I realised that she needed to get magic cards back. I asked her if she had any cards that would bring magic cards back. Then I was sleeping. It was night, and I was sleeping in the bed that I saw when I walked into the room. The room was empty except for me, and I think I had a false awakening. I woke up, and it was still dark, but it was morning. I had morning wood, and my dick was pretty huge, and I marveled at this for a while. I got up and left the room though because I didn't want anyone finding out. Suddenly I was in this really large, walk-in bathroom complex. The whole place had bathroom tiles on the floor, and all the walls were like the walls to a bathroom stall. There was a giant window that spanned the main hallway. I walked down this hallway as I passed by paths I could have turned down in order to get to other bathrooms and showers. From a top view, the place was probably shaped like an "E", with the last hallway turning into a large room. There were a lot of celebrities there, but the only one I remember is Mila Kunis. I passed her as I turned down the hallway towards the big room. She was sitting on the window sill reading a book. Michael Richards may have been there as well. Anyway, as I walked past Mila to get to the larger room, I looked back and Sean and a bunch of mutual dream character friends replaced Mila. This new kid was with me, and Sean was yelling out to this kid, "Call me fatty," like that's the nickname he wanted. Recognising this as a really bad joke, I turned to the kid and tole him not to call him fatty. I knew it would just encourage more bad jokes from Sean. Anyway, this kid was new, and we were hazing him or something, but I was being nice to him. Then he turned to me and tried to show me his secret handshake. It started out with this constant and rapid high-five, and I suggested that instead, we could just shake hands. I demonstrated with a normal handshake. Then he insisted that his was more fun, so I let him continue. He mentioned that the shake then goes into this dance, and this is where he lost me. The dance involved waving both of your hands, one at a time, and then doing a pirouette. I mocked this stupid shake, by going along with it until it was my turn to do it. Instead of doing what he did, I punched him in the face twice, once with each hand, and then spin-kicked him in the jaw. One of the people from the group of friends came over and I told his about it and he said he did the same thing. We laughed. As I left, the placed was suddenly empty, and I saw Coralis by one of the bathroom stalls. I went out on a limb and asked, "Wanna fuck?" To my surprise, she was like, "Sure," and we went into a bathroom stall, which had a whole room, complete with a bed . I told her, "Just so you know, I'm a virgin." This discouraged her, and I said, "Well, then just give me a blowjob or a hand job." She said something about not wanting my dick to poke her or something. It was DE that dicks have this odd, poking, uncomfortable quality. I assured her that i didn't have this quality, and she would be fine. Dreams, man.

Woke up here, too. I may have had a slight sleep paralysis at one point. Maybe not here, but some point. And I was still half asleep, but I recognised it, but it went away fast. It may have just been a dream sleep paralysis that could have occurred during my false awakening.

The last set of dreams started out with me observing this one room (I wasn't there) with two characters from Star Wars. One was supposed to Darth Vader, but it looked nothing like him. The other was supposed to be a good guy, but not anyone specific. The room looked more like the set of Star Trek than Star Wars though. Anyway, this was supposed to be a Star Wars reunion special or something and this one guy was going to reprise his role as the anonymous good guy I saw. This guy looked like a mix of Mark Hamill and Pete Townshend from The Who, but was named Richard Keithson. It was DE that he was from The Who. After this, I was in Brian's truck. He was driving, and my mom was in the front passenger seat. I was in the back right seat, and it was DE that Brian was evil. There was some danger and fear surrounding him, and we drove off. This part of the dream repeated, and this time, this faceless dream character, who I felt a strong connection to, was sitting next to me. They knew what just happened, but I had to explain to them that he gets this way when _________ (I don't remember), or he gets like this every once in a while or something. Something about the situation came up a lot. Then they realised that this just happened recently, and they said, "Wow, already?"

Then there was this really vague bit that may or may not have involved a desert, Frieza, and me being a doctor with super powers. There also might have been some research facility in the distance or something. After this, I was in this very vibrantly colored town, as if everything was made of candy. The sky was lime green, and the roads were brown, and the side walks were yellow, etc. Alec left with his dad to go somewhere, and I had to move their car. In this dream, Alec's house was a pink mansion with a yellow fountain out front that spewed out a pink, cartoon liquid. His car was a limo-van. I had to put it in neutral and push it into the spot in front of their house. I was getting frustrated because I couldn't get it straight. It was around this time that I performed a reality check. I noticed that I had six fingers on one hand, and nine on the other. I had to count them a few times because I thought something was off but I wasn't sure. I may have been slightly lucid for a few seconds, but it was like I decided there was nothing to do, so I let go. Also, I remember accidentally thinking about waking up during my reality check, but I never woke up, which is the main reason for me not thinking this was lucid. Anyway, I was suddenly hundreds of feet above the car, and then the dream shifted to this room with a bunch of posters all around. This part of the dream may or may not have including climbing, or a bunch of high places, but I get that vibe, like I think I was climbing on these stacks of posters, and I could see miles below me, even though I was inside this room. As I'm typing this, I remember that there were other people in the room. They weren't people, but they were into the same thing I was doing. Anyway, accidentally ripped down this one poster of Speed Racer. Then my dream cut to the set of Friends, with Rachel and Monica. It was DE that they were all playing a prank on me, but Monica wasn't in on it, so she was inadvertently being pranked, too.

Gonna go from least remembered to most on this one. I should go back to typing these up in the morning instead of later, when I already forget the details.

First off, I wrote down "celebrity", "piano", "relationships", and "train station." I can not even remember the setting of this dream, never mind the details.

The first dream I remember, I was going to get this tattoo or something. I had already gotten plenty of prison tattoos (with a needle and ink) and this was my first official one. I asked if the prison tattoos would ever fade away, and this big buff guy said no, and I was pretty mad.

At one part, I was outside this school with Anthony. I think it was supposed to be Ben Franklin School, but it was a lot bigger. Anthony and I were chatting, and we were waiting for his mom to come pick us up. We were getting really hungry, so we had to eat these worms that we got from the basement of my old house. In that basement, there were sewer canals and it was very spacious. Inside the worms, when you bit into them, there were dollars, but you could only spend them on Tums. We could see the store across the street from where we were. We were sitting on the curb outside of the school. Then, there was one really vague part where we had to drink water, and I also wrote down "nervous acting" and "Verizon". I also have "Spongebob" and "maints". I know maints is supposed to be a made-up word, or someone mispronounced something in the dream.

Next, I was in my room of my current house (it was a little bigger), and I was with Sean, Anthony, and these two girls. The girls were named Ngoc (pronounced "knock") and Kim. In real life, I know this girl named Ngoc Kim, but in my dream it was her and this girl who was supposed to be her sister. Anyway, we were all sitting on my bed, although I don't know how we all fit, and we were playing video games. My TV was on the opposite side of my dresser. Also, before they came over, I was getting dressed because I just got out of the shower. As I was getting stuff together they all walked into my room without knocking. For some reason, this wasn't embarrassing, and I had all my clothes on. I was just surprised that they were here so early. I wrote down in my dream journal "Emily door." I don't know if the Emily is my dog or my neighbor, but either way I don't remember what it means.

Then, I was in my backyard, and there were a lot of people over. There was a long table with a turntable and lots of food by the horse shoe pits. There was also a very large tree in the middle of the yard. The people were there for the performance I had to put on, but the show had to be at the top of the tree. So we rigged up these ropes and pulleys all over the tree, and when the time was right, we yanked the band up to the top, and they played their music. The first band to go on was Grizzly Bear, and they played "Two Weeks". I don't remember what the second band was. This dream led into this one where there was snow all over our backyard, and Sean and I had to do yard work. The tree was still in the middle of the yard. There was this candy inside the house, and we kept going inside to get candy, and then going back out to work. There was only Swedish Fish left or something, and we weren't allowed to have that, so we had to eat this really sour candy.

First, it was Halloween and I was wearing high heels, don't ask. Anyway, There was this one part where I was in my old house, but it looked very different. I was in my parents room and it looked like the attic, and it had a hall leading to a different room. Then I was wearing work boots and I was at school in this really long lunch line. Nicole was there, and so was Mrs. J, my second grade teacher. I walked out of the lunch room, and some kid who was in front of me closed the door behind him, so it was slam in my face. I told him he was an asshole, and he laughed at me and did it again.

Another dream was this bus ride and I was telling people this funny story that involved the c-word, but I didn't want to say it.

I waited too long to type this one up. Forgot most of the dreams.

For the past two days, I haven't gotten lazy. I simply didn't have any dreams, I swear. It's not that I didn't even remember the dreams, I didn't remember having any feelings associated with dreams, like how you can usually remember the feeling that the dream evoked. Not this time.

This night, I had only a few dreams. I don't remember the first half of the night because I woke up startled because I thought something smacked my bed. I figured it was my friend who was staying over, because he was sleeping on the floor next to the bed. I sat up and felt that sleep paralysis was about to take effect, but didn't because I freaked out. My arms felt all wobbly and wavy, like they weren't there, my whole body felt weird. I did a reality check and I wasn't dreaming, and it just occurred to me that I may have been OOB, but I doubt it. Anyway...

The dream that I remember (vaguely) was that I was with this person, and we came from some building or something. We walked into the street in this city at night time, and this car stopped in front of us. Then I was in some other car with Alec's dad, and we were driving on this very dream-like road and I saw a man in a pig costume on the highway. It was DE that there were a bunch of creepy people in animal costumes running around the neighborhood. We thought we got them all, but this guy was standing there in a pig costume, threatening Alec. Alec's dad got mad and started cursing at the pig man. The next thing I know I'm at the old house, although it is very different looking. Alec's dad is there and we are the kitchen and he mentions that, "Boy, Chris, I think she takes a liking to you. You outta make a move." He was referring to this very evil and dangerous woman that was putting on this act in front of everyone. I knew her true motives. Everyone thought she was the kindest person, and she was the life of the party (there were a lot of people and family at my house). There was a lot more to this dream, and it was very good, but I don't remember much. All I remember is that she was after these stars. There were seven of them, and they belonged to me and my family. They kept balance in the world, and they were hidden throughout the world in places we own. She is very powerful and I can do almost nothing to stop her and she has like 5 out of the 7 stars. This one part of the dream had me in this large room where we kept one of the stars. The room looked like it could be the lower-deck storage room of a pirate ship. The walls and floor were wooden and slanted in that manner. There were a lot of cube-like cabinets throughout the room. They unlocked at the top via a latch and a lock. I opened one to make sure the star was still there. Just then, I hear the woman coming into the room. Ashley is with her. I know she is after the star, but there is nothing I can do right now because Ashley is with her, and this woman will act like a kind person, and as far as Ashley is concerned, I would be attacking an innocent person. I see them come in, and I hide behind the cabinet I opened, panicking to get it closed before she noticed. It's too late and she saw me, and knew where the star was.

I think I'm having a dry spell or something on these dreams, because I've been pretty bad at it lately.

No WBTB until I'm better.

Also, I'm going to write this one as if it's a story. Let's see how this'll work out. The parts I don't remember will be represented as an ellipsis.

Expect it to jump around. There's going to be a few plot holes.



I could only use one element at a time, it seemed, represented by my failure to fuse rock and water. The mud born from the experiment sank me down to the bottom of the pond, where it then proceeded to restrict my movement. The room I was in was just large enough for a small pond, and a path around it that seemed to lead into the next room, marked by a dark doorway. The pond itself was wholly artificial, and resided within a large cubic indentation in the middle of the room. Lily pads of varying size and shape populated the surface of the somber-colored water, and every quick glance at the pond emulated within me the sense of danger that mixing elements presented me with. ...and jump from platform to platform, as you would in a game...on our adventure.


Anthony and I, along with some faceless friends, thought it best to use the rocket scooter. ...We knew we wouldn't be able to get out so easily. I took inventory of our surroundings. Snow blanketed the entire area, and business was booming. Crowds devoured the product stands, and tourists walked about the place. To my left, there was a stand built out of the walls of the enormous, inside-out hill we were all inside. While business was indeed flourishing, many people seemed eager to play in the water at the shore to my right. I could see through the hole above the stand in front of me that the Olympics were going to start soon. I looked up at the snowy hill we flew down, and could barely make out the top. The wall behind me responded to its doppelganger with a half-pipe sort of shape. With a bit of thought, I arrived at the idea of momentum. I mounted the rocket sled we came on and put my plan into action. It seemed to be working for a little bit, but I found myself sliding back down the hill only inches from my goal. Another man grabbed my attention when he grew frustrated with a similar problem to mine, and decided to dig his way out. Just then the dog was in many, tiny, blocky pieces, and committed a foul act on the red carpet. The house we were in consisted of only a single room, and a door to the road from where we came. There was a red couch at the far end of the room, and complemented the position of the door. Miscellaneous pictures and paintings hugged the maroon walls, and where there were none, there were windows from which I could make out the Olympic ditch far down below.


We needed to execute a quiet escape if we were going to get away from the experiments they were performing on human subjects. The sheer size of the island would be enough to discourage most people, but we were up to the task. Dylan and I kept our cool for the most part, but James Franco was nervous about our plan. The prison complex we were getting out of turned out easier to navigate than initially expected. Dylan's acid spit kept spewing from his mouth, and served as a constant reminder of the position we were in. We were out of the bulk of the complex, and we enter the night air. There wasn't much room on the metal rafters that we had to continue on. From the rafters, I could see the ocean. The calmness of the dark waters juxtaposed the danger we all faced. ...As I pulled myself up on the platform, I froze. The surveillance monkeys fled their cages, and knew their targets. I had to keep still until they turned away, and when they did, I seized my chance and climbed up. Hitler below me several stories down was not a happy fellow. James Franco chose a very bad time to have a nervous breakdown.

Sorry the third dream isn't written as strongly as the other two. I got lazy.

Also, I might do this again, but a little differently. I felt limited the way I did it this time.

Still sick, so no WBTB. No LD.

We'll go from vague to vivid on this one.

There was one part that had something to do with Jenn, and a phone or something.

I remember one part I was in the old house, and we had this puppy, and it was defective or something, so I threw it in the trash. I remember seeing the trash wriggle around as the puppy was jumping around inside. Don't worry it was DE that it was not a real puppy, so no pets were harmed in the dream. Then I went to the living room to watch TV with Sean. We had a crap ton of channels, and we put on something about music, or boxing. Something like that.

There was also this part where Brian, Mom, and I were in this multicolored hotel. Each wall had a different color, and the color was bright and very solid, like Microsoft Paint colors. The place was very blocky as well, so every time the walls would curve or something, they instead formed a corner, and a whole new flat surface. And each flat surface was a different color. Magenta, lime green, and yellow are the first ones that come to mind. Anyway, These bad guy(s) with gun(s) were coming to the hotel. Brian tried to stop them, but was unsuccessful. I called 911, and I told them I was at this hotel, and they said they were on their way. But when I hung up, I realised that I never actually told them the address of the hotel. There was also this one part with cartoon characters or something.

Then, I had a pretty interesting dream where I had a bunch of pets, and they were all Pokemon. This part of the dream took place in my house (I was living on my own) and it was late at night, raining outside, and very dark. I was in the kitchen, and the only light that allowed me to see was from the moonlight outside, and it bathed the kitchen in a dim light, but the color wasn't pale. It was more like there was just a dim light on inside the house. The one half of the kitchen was vaguely reminiscent of the kitchen in my current house, but with some alteration in the position of the cabinets. the second half was completely made up. If I face away from the counters and cabinets, I could walk forward and go through a doorway on the left, which led to a hallway and stairs instead of a living room like usual. There were only walls on the right of me, and past the door was a white fridge, not unlike the fridge I used to have in my old house. Beyond the fridge was a window, and it was darker than you could imagine outside, yet this was the window that let the light in, strangely enough. The only Pokemon I remember seeing were Rattata and Zapdos. I looked over by where the fridge was and noticed that Zapdos was laying motionless on the floor. Next to him was the Rattata. Anyway I wasn't sad that my favorite Pokemon died because I thought, "Hell, I'll just make another one." I know there was a part where I had this cook book-like instructional guide on how to build another Zapdos, and his legs were a main ingredient, but I don't remember much else. Anyway the next part of this dream had nothing to do with the first part, but you could tell it took place in the same setting, with the same vibe in the air, and the same dark night. Mom found out she had cancer, and she came into my room to tell me. My room had a BUNCH of posters everywhere, but they were all the same, but they were giving off a more "decoration" vibe than useless posters. Sean and Brian were in my room as well. I asked Mom how we would be able to afford treatment. Then she told me we would have to move very far away because of all of this. Then there was this weird part where there was this weird visual filter that made it so you could see sound via waves. So if you heard a C note, you saw this metal wire wave across your vision in the correct frequency.

The last dream I had started out with Darth Vader and I, along with some mutual friend, and we were in this restaurant. The place was very spacious, and had a lot of TVs all over the walls, the same way Applebee's has knick-knacks all over their walls. The spaces where you could see the walls were light blue, and there were also giant windows in which you could see outside. The table we were sitting at was square and very small. Darth Vader and I were play-fighting with fake light sabers, and I swear I chopped off his arm like ten times. We got into an argument about this he told me he has this invisible shield that covers most of his front upper torso, and his hands were in that area, so they didn't get chopped off. I said he should have mentioned this in the first place. Then I was outside in a bunch of snow with class at school. We had to slide things down this hill into this little mound of snow for some reason. Then I was in school, and it was the second day, so everyone was still getting used to their schedules. The school was set up differently, but oddly, it was the same setup as in a previous dream. The main hallway was unnecessarily wide, as was the lunch room. In my dream, I was a pretty popular guy, like in middle school. Anyway, I was still used to the schedule I had the year before, so instead of going to class, I went to lunch. In my dream, Kate, Stephanie, and Jenn were all best friends or something. I was sitting in lunch for a while, and I realised this wasn't where I was supposed to be, and I looked up at Kate, Stephanie, and Jenn, and I said something like, "Oh no! I didn't miss much did I?" or, "This isn't the right class, is it?" I got up and went to my real class, which was this elective writing class. Kyle was in this class (why does he feel the need to make a cameo appearance in all of my dreams?) and so was Cassandra. Our assignment was to draw these UFO's and a lot of people were copying each other, even though we had a template to copy. Cassandra came up to me, and said something about the assignment, or made some sort of joke. Then, I was thinking about something (it wasn't important) and then Kate, Stephanie, and Jenn, who were also in the class looked at me. Jenn said, "Is everything alright?" It's interesting that this happened because in real life, back in 9th grade, I felt like my friends were ditching me (spoiler: they were) and I never found out why. I'm sure it was nothing personal. It was more like we just drifted apart. But anyway, I was spacing out one say in class thinking about this, and Jenn asked me if I was alright. I had a huge crush on Jenn at the time, and I didn't want to seem like a debbie downer, so I said, "No, I'm fine, why?" She said, "Because you look worried." I replied with, "No, I'm good." I always wondered what would have happened if I actually talked to her about it. But anyway, in the dream, I responded with one of those wobbly hand signs that mean, "Ehhh...kinda so-so." Then I said, "Not really," and they gave me this worried look. Since I was actually feeling fine, I reassured to them, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me, I'm good." Only this time, I meant it.

Feels good, man.

Oh, also in the same dream, Iyannah and Martha were in the class, and both were really hot, but they were sisters, and both of their names were Ibouku, and they had different last names. Martha caught me staring at her, and she thought I had a crush on her.

I don't mean to bring my personal life onto here, I just felt the dream needed explaining.

No WBTB because I needed my rest, and I tried MILD, but no LD.

First, I remember there was this crazy, deranged, disturbed, dangerous, wizard serial killer on the loose. Like he had the power of the devil or something. I don't remember his name, but it had the number 18 at the end. He was very tall, and kinda big, and he had very curly brown hair. At the end of this dream segment, he came into our house (I think it was DE that only I knew he was evil) and I shook his hand to meet him, and he seemed like a nice guy.

Next, I was in a boat with Radiohead (I don't know why they keep showing up in my dreams, I don't like them that much) and my mom and her friend, Debbie, were in a boat ahead of us. My mom was writing down on this paper things that we were going to order from this pizza place. We had a bunch of stuff on the list, and then my mom puts the list (it was a notebook) in the water, so it would float to us, and we could write what we want. But since the drift was pushing us backwards, the list moved forward, away from us, and we had to start over. There was also this part where Debbie and her daughter were in this weird abandoned warehouse.

Then, I was in school, but it was just this hall with a bunch of tables, like a lunch room, but it wasn't a lunch room. It was like a conversation hall or something. I wrote "convention" in my dream journal, so I guess it was that. Anyway, I was sitting next the Kate, and across from me was Rebecca. There was a TV near our table, and we were about to watch something. I got up and walked around. I found Lawrence (that annoying kid from that other dream) and I found out he was getting his life together, and he had a job. I was actually happy for him, and he pointed to his girlfriend, who looked like a dude, and I said, "Boy she's hot," just to humor him. Anyway, I went to sit down again, and everyone had these lists. On them was like a catalog of things we could watch I think. The list was set up like a chart, and it looked more like it listed classes and such rather than movies or something. Either way, I noticed that each column was a different category, like on any normal list, with things like names of classes, numbers, and other boring things. But then I noticed that one column mention Lulu (In regard to the Metallica/Lou Reed album) and that each category had obscenities rather than boring statistics, like "tits" and "rape". I thought this was funny because it stood out, and I laughed out loud. Kate said, "What's so funny?" I explained the whole thing to her, but she didn't get it. Eventually we were watching the TV, and it was this weird movie that would sound like the Matrix if I explained it here, but it wasn't anything like that. In the movie, one part had Madonna materialise without her clothes on, and then gradually, her clothes materialised onto her. I made a joke saying, "In real life, Madonna's clothes don't usually go back on that easily."

I might have had another false awakening. I remember writing down in my dream journal the events of the Radiohead/boat dream. Actually now that I think about it, I woke up, and I was thinking of what to put down, but I was doing it with my eyes closed, and I started to fall asleep thinking about it. So I wrote down a bunch of stuff, then I realised I was falling asleep, or I fell asleep, or something...then I woke up and had to write it all again. I don't know...I'm not counting this one as a false awakening.

The next dream was more vivid. The first part was that I was this hero or something, and I had to fight Wolverine, who was the villain. We were in this room with a section of floor, but then parts that dropped off to spikes down below. I kept knocking Wolverine into the spikes, and I almost killed him, or I killed his partner (I don't really know) by crushing their head. Then Wolverine retreated. I was left in the room with the Penguin from Batman, and he took a notice to the walls of the room, which were made of trees. The walls had large scratches in them, and the Penguin mentioned, "I remember when I got these scars," as if the scratches on the wall were scars on his person. Just then, the scratches started to bleed. The Penguin looked at me and said it was amazing that I didn't have any scars on my face (presumably from fighting so much). Then I exited the room from this high-up balcony. Suddenly I was in a Hogwarts-esque school, and I had to get to class, and I was late because I was fighting Wolverine. When I got to the class room, which actually looked a lot like something from Harry Potter, I noticed that Wolverine was my teacher, and we had to put on this act because no one was supposed to know that he was evil, and I was a hero. In this part of the dream, I was a very Harry Potter-like character, but I was Harry Potter. For example, I was pretty well known, and I didn't know anything about the world of magic because I was raised by muggles. I entered the classroom, and Wolverine mentioned the next page of the text book that we had to read. Since I was late, he chose for me to read it. I hurried to my seat as the class watched me, and made fun of me. I took out my text book, and tried to remember what page he said. I asked the kid next to me, and he refused to tell me, so I looked at his book. Apparently, this was enough to prove his point, as Wolverine didn't have me read the passage. There was something very off about the social norms of this place, as well. Then this girl across from me, told me to scoot this stool over to her. I did it, assuming it was hers. Well, it turned out to be this popular girl's stool, and she yelled at me for giving it to some "unpopular pig." I looked at her and said in frustration, "Well, I don't know! I was just introduced to magic! How am I supposed to know who's stool it is?!" As if it had something to do with magic. The unpopular girl kicked it back over to me, and I kicked it over to the popular girl, who was at a table in the row in front of me. She went to stop it with her foot, but when she did, it shattered into pieces. She looked at me, like she was going to blame it on me. I stood up and screamed at her, "YOU kicked it! YOU broke it!! YOU'RE AN IDIOT!!!" I was very tired of everyone making fun of me. Then for some reason, the whole incident was forgotten as one of the students was whispering to a friend about how there's a rumor going on that their teacher might be the one with "the metal hands" (referring to Wolverine's claws. Remember, it was kept secret). Wolverine overheard them and said to the class in a reassuring and parental tone, like an uncle to a nephew, "No, I am not the metal man." Then one of the kids mentioned syphilis. Don't ask me why, but it was DE that this was a good thing. It wasn't referring to any disease, but rather just a likable trait. Anyway, everyone knew that the metal man had syphilis, and one of the kids mentioned that their teacher, Wolverine also had syphilis. In an effort to mess with his students in a playful way, he mentioned, "But I DO have syphilis. I don't know, kids, maybe I AM the metal man after all." He was very charismatic with the students. Then, suddenly we were doing this experiment. Wolverine turned off the lights, and we had to observe these jars. In the jars, there were apples, and applesauce with cinnamon, but it was DE that it was sand, and a sand storm. We had to observe what was happening, and anything important that we saw. Like I mentioned earlier, the social norms were very strange. It was frowned upon to work outside of a group, although everyone in my group wasn't talking to each other. After observing, Wolverine turned the lights back on, and he asked the class what they saw. People were raising their hands, and mentioning things like the colors, and the shapes, but not the obvious. I went to raise my hand to mention that there as a storm inside the jar. But people got mad at me, and Wolverine called on the top kid in class. He mention other things but not the storm. Then Wolverine called on this kid in the front who had to pay the top kid in class to be able to say the correct answer, which was the storm.

The last part of the dream was only a fragment. It had something to do with a computer program that was essentially a bicycle kit, and the name of it was this pun for bikes, but I'm sure it wouldn't make sense in waking reality, even if I did remember what it was.