PonyLemon

- I was at a grocery store with a girl I knew from middle school named #74-94. I left the store and started wandering the parking lot and came across #154-434 driving around. I was wondering why he didn't stop for me, as he was my ride, and he clearly saw me. He later came up to me without the truck, and explained he had to return it to someone else. I was a little concerned, explaining now we were stranded.

- A friend of mine, #28-22, was on her couch back home and her mother walked in. Her mom, a very short, stout lady, was very open with her sexuality. My friends father was also there and picked up the mother, threw her on the couch, and then picked up a couch nearby. He later opened up a book entitled "Streets in Heaven."

- I had a false awakening in which I met my sister, and was explaining to her she should keep a dream journal. She was telling me she joined my work, and was working with the friend from earlier (#28-22). At one point she was in a car with me and my father. We drove by a man named "Arms" who walked with one arm on the ground. At one point my sister left the car and was being dragged by "Arms." I felt uneasy about this, but didn't realize she was in danger. "Arms" collapsed for some reason and my sister was able to get back in our car, explaining how she was captured. My father looked really upset at this, and explained he didn't know or would've shot him. Instead, he started driving towards the collapsed man and attempted to run over him twice. I don't remember if he was successful.

- I remember seeing my old roommate, #0192-210, in a bathroom stall. I walked past him and started washing my hands at the sink. Another guy, shorter than me and black, started making some comment about my sister I believe. I remember feeling angry about this, and ignoring the guy.

The dream consisted of a series of fragments as follows:

- I was updating Firefox? I also wrote down "rock climb" but can't remember it now. I do know I woke up in the middle of the night remembering this, and could still remember it when I woke up before work as I associated an image of a stretchy Firefox logo, and me climbing it. I should've been more detailed

- I was in my kitchen, and these two girls stood next to me by the chair. One of the girls was feeling uncomfortable because the other kept touching her butt. I also touched her butt, making the girl think it was the other friend. I remember feeling bad about this.

- I saw Angelina Jolie running around; she was being chased by a giant creature of some sorts. Armed with guns, she would run through some ruins and hide behind parts of buildings as the creature ran by. My view zoomed in on her eyes, which started flaming around, similar to the aura of a person in Smash Brothers Brawl. I knew she was about to go hamm on this creature.

- I was with two people, and we drove up to a building. We parked in front of another car in the parking lot where two guys were lounging around on their pickup truck. We were on a mission to find some secret object that belonged to someone I can't remember. We walked into the building, making sure to be quiet, as it was populated with a lot of people. I managed to find a pink shirt with my job's logo on it, and grabbed it, noting its weight. It turned out this object was the secret, as determined by its weight (it was not made of cotton as I originally suspected).

We moved the shirt back to our vehicle, and I guess the people we stole this from noticed, and began shooting us. I was hiding behind the car, scared of getting shot, but noticed my two partners were in the open. I pulled out a machine gun turret out of the back of our car, and placed it next to the car, still taking cover. The turret looked like this:



The turret was manually controlled by a small knob on the side that I continued turning. It started shooting, moving the head side to side as it did. I noticed though that the bullets were not hitting the targets as I would've liked. I ran out of ammo, and pulled out a pistol. I noticed that the two guys in the pickup truck turned out to be on our side, and was shooting the others as well.

At this point I realized I was dreaming, but I wasn't quite lucid. I did know though that I could control the turret. I started rewinding time, so I could have more bullets and hit the guys this time. I also decided to amp up the turret, as I didn't want my friends to die. I imagined the turret had 3 layers of 5 barrels each. While I was rewinding though, a DC appeared to me and told me that I could potentially have a lot of power if I wanted, but if I wanted to get anything out of dreaming, I had to present myself with challenges. He was telling me being completely lucid wasn't the right path, but instead I should try and aim for semi-lucidity and place myself in positions where I had to try harder to get out, as opposed to using my potential power to easily get out.

I took away the layers of turrets because of this, and instead just added more ammo. Time started back up, and I aimed again at the guys I initially aimed at, hitting them this time. At this point my dream ended.

I did not remember my dreams tonight.

[12:00 AM]

I began the dream with my current roommate (big football guy) towards our apartment, and he remarks on how he's frustrated with work, but I don't believe I really care. I actually think I laugh (in a polite way ), and try and steer the conversation elsewhere (in a manner where I don't have to think about the conversation, and can just say uh-huh as we walk). I make it back to my room, forgetting all about my roommate, and find my sister there. We are about to go to sleep, and tell each other we're going to be lucid tonight. I manage to fall asleep in the dream, and wake up in the dream, where I see my sister already awake, sitting on the bed across from mine. I talk to her for a little bit before I just blurt out "I must be dreaming."

At this point, I don't actually have the sensation that I'm lucid- rather, I dreamed of myself dreaming and being lucid. I believe my sister was also lucid in this dream, and we actually met on the astral plane. She looks at me and then asks me a question; all she says is "birds?" and looks expectantly at me (earlier I had a conversation with HorseLime about what we'd ask the DC that represented each other in our dreams, and I think I had something similar with my dream sister). I think for a while, sputtering out a couple of words, and then settle on "net," as in capturing a lot of birds. She seems satisfied with this and her face begins turning blue. She has trouble speaking, and I think she is choking or not breathing in real life.

I began shaking my head violently in the hopes of waking up, and am back in the room "awake." My sister is again already awake, and tells me she was testing me. She is scared she'll somehow choke in reality, and wanted to see if I'd be able to help her if we could connect on the astral plane. Since our rooms are next to each others in the apartment, I tell her we should knock on the wall in a certain pattern to signal if the other needs help (we did similar things when we were kids, though generally as games and a 3-knock pattern for "911"). She says something along the lines of that being unnecessary, but I respond I am also worried about choking. I'm not sure what we settled with on that, though I do remember feeling happy I passed this test, and I did at some point have a Jesus-like imagery (perhaps I felt like a god).

My mind jumps to a third person view, and flashes around school kids in a privileged school. It was like watching an advertisement for this place, and a variety of different computer science terms were strung together as the ad was playing. My mind eventually jumped to the actual school, and I saw some of the kids who were in the ads. They had a rating system to determine who was the smartest, and I remember the kid who held this title was a tiny Latino guy. My view then jumped to a blackboard where class began, and the teachers (there were two) as well as a student TA began teaching about the use of variables. I got the vibe that this was a pre-algebra course, and that the school prided themselves on their teacher to student ratio. Regardless, the actual teaching was pretty much gibberish.

Later on I was taking a test with HorseLime. I don't remember what it was about, but do remember HorseLime's embarrassment for asking a teacher for clarification repeatedly throughout. I may have teased him about this.

- Fragment: At one point while I was asleep in the dream, I was a ghost chasing my sister like PacMan.

[3:00 AM (?)]

I didn't open my eyes when I awoke, but am guessing it was around 3:00 AM. I heard the girl next door crying and yelling on the phone to her boyfriend presumably. I then had the following dream:

I was on the computer, chatting with Lisa Ann, successful porn star. She recently finished writing a series of books, possibly autobiographical, and I believe I was interviewing her. I don't remember my specific questions, but we seemed to have hit it off, and I got this notion that I was now her pupil. I was hoping for a recommendation with some porn competition, and thought I could ride her success to get a bit farther. At one point, I was on the toilet and I had her stack of books, wrapped in vacuum sealed plastic. I remember feeling satisfaction opening the books, and being amazed by how thick each book was (though the number 80 is floating around as the number of pages of each book). I finish using the bathroom and am aware she is downstairs. I want to thank her in person, as I was hoping for a blowjob. I go downstairs, meekly say thanks for all her help (which she responds, "sure, no problem"), and I leave quickly.

I'm later out on a field, where girls had to line up. Guys in succession were being picked, who then had to pick a girl, pull her pants down, and eat her out. I was waiting my turn, when this big guy who looked vaguely familiar was picked. He picked a girl I knew a while back, #059-354, and I was very grossed out by this fact. I start walking away but as I do so, the big guy decides to pick me up and throw me on the ground, though only lightly as a joke. I try and sit up, but he keeps stepping in my way, and then complaining that I am the one who is causing all this trouble. He finally lets me up, and we do a handshake (with a neat little slide of the palms), and go our separate ways. I didn't like him, but he must've thought we were friends.

As I'm walking I end up in a baseball lineup. I'm waiting in a very long line, and am probably in the 6th position before swinging. I was nervous that I would swing and screw up for the team. Ronald Weasley was standing behind me, commenting the same. I remember #740-9421 was able to hit the ball, and nearly got a home run but fell short. I finally made it to bat, and managed to get a home run my first swing. I was happy, and I began rounding this giant field (not a baseball diamond) that I believe was the same as my middle school field. The people in front of me stayed in front of me as I rounded the field, and I eventually stopped with them at this presentation on the other side.

People were crowding around, trying to listen to some man discuss racism. Eventually the crowd dispersed except for a guy I recognized from middle school dressed in a nice suit, and myself. Before us remained an old white man and Barack Obama, discussing the prevalence of racism. Eventually the white man stops talking, and Obama begins discussing a program that me and the other guy could join, called IO (as in input/output). The guy from middle school began making up a lot of excuses on why he can't do this, and Obama quickly disregards him and looks at me. I comment on the fact that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I would most definitely join this program.

We both then head over to a car, and begin picking up kayaks and placing them on the hood. I again think of a recommendation, and how great it would be to get one from Obama, as well as some great guy in computer science back in my school. After piling the kayaks I get into the car, and immediately feel choked. Part of the car was against my neck, pressing my head to the roof of the car. I loosen it up, lean the car back, and look around. Obama has now turned into a really old white man, and the car we were in was very dirty and unkempt. I don't think too much of it though, and notice a pair of headphones were strategically hanging off of part of the car next to my ear. The radio was playing through this, as well as the car stereo, and I heard snippets of a comedy show blaring out, very closely echoed into my ears from the headphone. Unfortunately I don't remember any of the jokes.

I somehow make it to the backseat and have a bag of trail mix like food. A girl enters through the side of the car, and the old man is sitting there as well (kind of like in the back of a limo, but still very dingy). I offer her some of the trail mix, which turns out to consist of nothing but grapes, raisins, and "watermelon" (it looked like flat sunflower seeds with a watermelon texture). She politely refused, and I pulled out one of the watermelons, which turned into a cookie in my hand. I found some chocolate dip nearby, and dipped the cookie, taking a bite afterward. The girl commented on how sweet that must be.

Last night I probably had the worst dream recall I've had in weeks. The only thing I remember, was that my parents got my sister and I these Nintendo DS's, though they were just GBAs wrapped in some case. We got a couple of games, related to Wario. I was with them at a restaurant at some point. I remember playing some game with a bomb, with my sister. I was nervous that my parents spent to much money on these.

I was brought to a basement where I met the Shipwright Tom and watched as he started building a shelf on this wall in this danky room. I was excited, as I think I knew I was in a dream and was going to tell HorseLime that I got to meet him. He was doing a terrible job, and commented on how he overdid it earlier. He grabbed one piece of wood and, though it was jagged and curved in most spots, it wasn't in one, completely ruining the shelf. He told me to search for a game. I found a game boy color game, with kirby on it (black and white), mixed in with "DS" games (they looked like GBA games).

My boss was telling me about risc, which is a reduced instruction set computing, but he was talking about it in something related to javascript, and how it was reduced complexity. I was sitting there, and he talked for like an hour. Another person, #507-7414, was there. My boss said if anyone needed to leave they could. #507-7414 said thank god, laughed, and left. Another guy came. Boss said its time to work, but the guy didn't have a shift today. The boss just revised schedule and now he did.

[Warning- this involved someone eating my crap. Actually, this was a major point in the dream. So....]

[10: 30 PM]

I was with someone, possibly HorseLime, and another guy I can't remember, but who I'll coin Bob. Bob was a big guy- not so much wide but tall, white, and with a very lackadaisical personality. His voice seemed to draw a bit, into a not quite southern accent. Nonetheless, he chose his words very precisely, and, though I didn't feel like it at first, he was very intimidating.

I'm not entirely sure where we were initially, but we ended up going around different jail cells as "guests," and talking to some of the inmates. Of particular note, there were these large, marble (?) tables in each of the cells. At a certain time of night though, the jailers would grab these tables and stow them somewhere inaccessible. The heist that we were going to perform required a table similar to this, and we tried coming up with a plan to grab one.

Though the table wasn't our end goal, but rather a means to an end, I don't remember what that end was supposed to be. I was being driven by HorseLime at one point (as a side note, I only remember one instance of me ever driving a car, and that resulted in a terrible crash), and he brings up the need for this table, and how we would steal it. I asked him why it wouldn't just be easier to purchase a similar table, and he realized that made a lot more sense.

Some time passed, and we must have successfully completed the heist, as we were sitting in Bob's home, and, since he helped us with the steal, we now had to help him in return. His payment was our feces... He wanted us to crap for him, so that he could eat it . (At this point, my dream cut really quick to an image of Burnie Burns eating feces, and saying, while laughing sarcastically, "This is great."). I told him this was fine, but I didn't need to use the bathroom immediately, to which his response involved pulling me towards the middle of this apartment complex, pointing to the ground, and saying, "Do it there."

Like I said, he was pretty intimidating, so I wandered outward a bit for a moment, took a whiz on a tree, in which my stream seemed to bounce off the roots which were out of the ground partially, and then returned to take said crap in said location. Unfortunately, as mentioned, I didn't need to go. After a while, I returned back to a home, and sat on the toilet (which was very reminiscent of designs I had in mind) , hoping this would induce some bowel movements and I had a tiny piece of crap come out, to which I panicked, considering he probably wanted that as well. I wiped my ass, with the toilet paper being bloody red when I pulled away, and returned back to the spot, where, again, I couldn't go.

I tell him I can't as of now, and he gets mad, thinking I'm trying to short change him (as if I wanted to keep my crap...). I end up returning back to my house and am wandering around my backyard. The backyard was completely flooded except right by the deck stairs, and I didn't want to walk around too much and get dirty. There were two people walking in the far corner towards me though, wearing a dress and suit respectively. I can't picture the guy, but the girl, who I didn't recognize, seemed to recognize me. The couple went up the deck and started knocking on the back door. My father came in through the garage door, and also seemed to recognize her. The girl then turns back to me, and says, "Now do you remember me?" I claim she is #59-942, and I guess I was right, though she didn't look quite like her.

I make/wade my way through the backyard further and reach the other side of our yard where it was less dry. Looking beyond the fence (since our backyard is slightly inclined), I see all the trees have staircases that spiral around them leading upward to platforms that are surrounded by smaller trees. I conclude one of those places would be a great place to crap, as it would be hidden, and I could then pay Bob back.

I woke up at this point and fell back asleep as follows:

[5:00 AM]

I was at school, sitting (again) next to this girl I used to like (I realized its been more than 5 years now since I've seen her so I have no idea why she keeps cropping up). Another girl approaches the table we're sitting at, and states to #04-90207 that there are ways to improve herself. #04-90207 says she would like to fix a bump on her nose, which resulted in it being slightly crooked, to which I laughed and said I liked that about her. She responds with "I know" and we discuss how school is unfair. She ends with, "You'll do well in computer science."

Across the room I notice Bob from earlier and Jack Patillo. I don't know if I crapped or not in the tree earlier, but I make my way back to Bob's. Jack also made a deposit near my crap. I tell him that I am nearly able to pay him and he goes to where I crapped, and sees two piles, plus a third (though I don't know where this originated from). He apologizes for doubting me, and presumably goes to town .

[ Fragments ]

- I may have gotten into a fight at some point as I remember looking into the mirror and seeing some of my teeth out of place. I put in my retainer and hoped for the best.
- Someone told me to clockout of their online system

I had three distinct dreams, each of which were very clear, but I forgot good chunks of all of them (and the first one entirely):

[Dream Two - 5:30 AM]

- I was in my office at work, and my sister comes by. Together we go to the store where I buy cereal and possibly poptarts.
- A girl was blowing this guy, commenting on how bad his penis tasted. There was also some hinting she was 16, and the creator of the video had to perform some photoshop or something to make her look older.
- I'm squeezing a pimple on my nose, and a giant log comes out of my nose instead. I was scared for a little bit that part of my brain fell out. I squeezed another pimple, and a stream of metallic beads came out, clattering on the sink, and sliding down the drain.

[Dream Three - 7:00 AM]

I was at the bus stop with my sister and one of my childhood friends, #72-. At one point I go across the street to use the bathroom, where a phone was hanging on the wall and started ringing. I answer, commenting how it was stupid to be calling here. I go back to the stop, and do some one-arm pull-ups on the bus stop structure. Later the three of us decide to just walk, but then the bus comes by and turns the corner. I run over there with them, but realize I left my backpack at the stop. At this point I notice I'm wearing pajamas on my bottom half. I grab my bag, and make it to the bus, where a retarded kid was licking the tire. Getting on, I noticed it was fairly empty, and took the seat in front of my sister. We drive by #5121-820, who is with four girls, including #521-0 and starts waving at us. An announcer, possibly my father, comments on how #5121-820 was "getting big." I later see HorseLime's mother, who drives me the rest of the way to school.

So, to preface, I tend to naturally wake up after four hours of sleep when I initially go to bed and in two hour increments afterward (from closer observation to my sleeping pattern recently), so it seemed fairly natural to try a DEILD approach. Since I went to sleep around 10:30 PM, I'm assuming this happened at around 2:30 AM (and since I later awoke at ~4:00 AM, this seems plausible). In any case:

I wake up, but keep my eyes close and instantly feel the sensation of falling asleep, but I was completely lucid as it was happening. I was very aware of falling asleep, and was certain I managed it, but my mind decided to be a jackass, and I dreamed of myself, in bed, trying to be lucid . In fact, its almost indistinguishable from when I first went to sleep, putting some doubt in my mind as to whether or not I actually managed to fall asleep originally. In any case, in my dream my eyes are still closed and I'm lying face down on my bed. I turn over, and again feel the sensation of falling asleep, but this time hear voices right next to my bed (first a man's, and later a woman's) as I'm doing so. I tell myself this was all part of obtaining lucidity, and to disregard the voices as they were by-products of this process.

So I think I was lucid for all the span of 2 seconds. Mind: 1, me: 0.

After a little while though, dream me decides to freak out, and I lurch out of bed, throwing my arms in the direction of the voice. As expected, nothing is there, I feel kind of like an idiot, as I threw away a very good opportunity (should've done a reality check ). Now that I'm up though, my sister enters my room in my apartment and sits down next to the bed. We talk for a bit, and I tell her about my "lucid" experience. In response, she pulls out a FoxTrot Comic Strip Book, and points at a Sunday strip. I saw all the details clearly (and one particular panel with Jason staring at the reader), and we took turns continuing the conversation with lines from the comic strip.

I got up and walked out of my room as I heard cooking in the kitchen. There was a pot of spam and eggs being heated on one stovetop, and a pot of steak, with bits of green pepper in the other. My sister began draining the pot with eggs, and I started stirring the pot with bits of steak. I suddenly knew my mother was where my roommate should be, getting ready for work, and, looking into the pot, which was sizzling and popping as I would expect (it also looked very tasty, and I could see the steak and drops of oil bubbling), noticed there was only a little bit. I concluded my mom made this for herself, and made the other pot of food, which had a lot more for my sister and I before she left for the day.

She came out, and I put away the wooden spoon. She might've thanked me for stirring the food or something, and then I awoke, and couldn't fall back asleep.

[11:00 PM]

I don't know how it happened, but I somehow angered Bill Gates to the point that he was using all of his wealth, and any manpower he could muster, to get me killed. Initially I was in a building with a friend of mine, #2662-31, being pursued by a hispanic assassin that Gates hired. We both rounded some stairs and ran further down, but, as I turned around, I noticed he took a different direction than directly behind us. I stopped my friend, as I concluded he was trying to take a shortcut and would intercept our path, so we should instead turn back. We began running and halfway up the stairs saw him also going up the stairs. He told us he expected us to have done this, and we turned back around again and continued running.

During this time, I felt very much like Bill Gates was playing a game with us (as in, he was having fun doing this). I don't know how he told us this, though I remember seeing his face very clearly at one point in the dream, and he said he would be installing cameras everywhere (on the planet o.o) incrementally, until we were caught. He also stated that everyone would begin searching for us (it kind of felt like he put a post on something similar to America's Most Wanted). Yet he would spare one of us, so long as either myself or my friend was caught.

We ended up on a bus, and both hid between the seats because, as the bus began moving, armed men started walking down the aisles looking for us. I noticed for some reason that many asian men were hiding in the same spot as I was, and the guards would talk to them, and apologize for confusing them with either myself or my friend (who is asian). Twice, two separate guards passed me but didn't say anything (or perhaps didn't see me), despite me being hidden in between some seats. As this was happening, I managed to find a piece of paper and a costume and place it over me. Eventually a guard did spot me, and immediately apologized for wasting my time, once I showed him the piece of paper (which had the name Frank instead of PonyLemon).

Once the guard passed me, my friend told me he thought it was wrong I lied to the guy, and should be honest about who I am. I felt incredulous at his hypocrisy, even debating to myself whether or not I should tell the guard my friend is one of the guys to capture, especially considering this would mean I was safe. I decided against it though, unless I felt like he was going to throw me under the bus.

I don't remember getting off the bus, but we ended up finding a gang of refugees or something, who immediately took us in. I believe we lived in an RV for a bit, and ended up driving to one of the member's home, where my friend and I crashed in the basement. We both seemed to have aged significantly (by like 30 years), and had long scraggly beards. We were also aware that it would only get harder to escape, and were doing our best to come up with a solution, which we finally managed to do- a time machine!

We started building the machine, or perhaps had it finished, when I woke up.

[3:00 AM] (I kept my eyes closed when I awoke, so I'm only guessing the time)

I was in an auditorium, near the front, where a class was being taught. While sitting there I see this girl I used to really like there as well, and she decided to sit next to me. We caught up a bit, and began flirting for a while, pushing each other playfully. Later on, we moved around and sat together at a different table, but still in the auditorium, where we observed someone I've seen before in my classes (but never talked to) tell the teacher he needed to drop out of this course (about filters). The teacher tried to convince him that he didn't need to, but the student said he did not need this class, and he could take an alternative more suited to his interests.

There was a lot more to this, but I didn't get a chance to jot notes down when I awoke.

[11:00 PM]

I am standing in front of the doors of a Chinese restaurant with HorseLime, and a couple of friends from high school. I remember #035-6 in particular, who was wondering why we started standing out here at 1:00 PM, when the restaurant didn't open until 3:30 PM. HorseLime told him it was all part of the plan, and #035-6 responded with, "I trust you." In any case, we wait out there for a while, and, after a bit, HorseLime determines its time to move- we were actually waiting here to stay out of the sun until the other restaurant down the street opened. We were all saying, "that makes sense," and similar things and were about to move but one person, #914-82, decided he should buy something (an elderly Chinese women was behind the desk) because he felt it was rude to just use this person's place otherwise. He bought some Pho thing and we were on our way.

I was walking in the proper direction I thought, but ended up with just one other person from the original gang, who I believe was #50-263 from elementary school. We each had a plate of pizza (he had two slices), but were trying to maintain our appetite as we planned on eating a crapload of chinese. We went to sit down in a pizza shop I went to in Kentucky (it was very vividly replicated in my dream). I remember feeling bad, since we brought our own pizza, and others were all waiting for the pizza the store provided. I also remember knowing the pizza shop had good pizza, and ours was pretty tiny and shoddy in comparison.

As a side note, I remember also stopping by a gas station or something with my roommate sophomore year. We grabbed a slice of pizza, and I also grabbed some sour patch straws. I remember the cashier said I spent something like $4 a day on average, after my roommate goaded me into getting extra food. He may have been the second person, not #50-263.

While sitting around, we finished our slices and I was able to look inside the building. There I remember seeing my father grabbing pipes that were ejecting tons of steam, and placing them into bins of water. I remember being confused as to why the steam only came out when coming into contact with the water, but my father made some explanation that made sense to me at the time. Around this time I looked at my phone and was planning on texting HorseLime to tell us where he was at, but didn't want to bother him, so just waited around a bit longer.

The guy I was with turned into an asian girl I didn't recognize, and the pizza shop turned into a Chinese restaurant, and I promptly forgot the fact that I was planning on meeting the other group of people. I began eating different soups very quickly, which the girl did as well, and remember standing up, holding my stomach with a grin, and saying if she was ready to get more. We ate at least three heaping bowlfuls of soup (and I'm not much of a soup fan), and were debating getting a second. We decided against it and exited out of the room into a staircase. I ran down and hid behind the door at the bottom, hoping to scare her when she came out, but she never did.

I was wondering where she went, but noticed a film or something was being shot in front of me. It involved a group of people, 3 male, 1 female, trying to solve murder mysteries, and trying to find one man in particular. While observing these people, I remember a series of photographs taking up my vision, that each looked very old (brownish and decayed slightly). As I looked, they would flip through automatically, showing a series of people, some women, some men, always looking in the right, holding up a picture of the next person who I would see. Near the end of the flipping was an image of a fist being formed from a floating hand and striking the ground. (When I woke up, I remember being a bit spooked by the flipbook, as it was very vivid, and I could see each person (and there were many) very clearly).

When the hand hit the bottom of the page, my vision went straight to Danny DeVito, holding up a "clue" that said nbsp (an HTML entity) and him reading it as "Nickelback." He concluded that the murderer took pictures of everyone always looking towards the right, with an image of the next victim, and that the murderer would next strike at the biggest rock concert happening in the near future (hence the "Nickelback"). He pointed to a poster that was advertising a large concert.

My vision jumped back to the four people in the movie scene, and they then moved into a barn that was nearby (I believe we were in a setting very similar to a Call of Duty map). They each pulled out silenced pistols and began shooting everywhere in the barn, killing one guy that was concluded to be the murderer. Then my view panned through each cast member, and I woke up.

[4:00 AM]

I don't remember much of this one, but I was in a room of some sorts, and along the wall was a table with ingredients to make salsa. I grabbed a bunch of chips and sour cream possibly, and tossed it into a blender. Covering the blender with a plate, I was able to incrementally blend the food (stopping and restarting when the plate I was using moved to much to the side). The blend I made was for dipping or something. I then began feeling really disgusted, as I noticed lots of little cockroach like bugs around the food. I tried moving them, but I began freaking out (though I don't generally do that with bugs, or cockroaches).

I remember hearing my parents arguing as well, though about what I can't remember. They concluded the argument jovially, as they both decided to just smoke (a cigarette and pipe presumably). I remember feeling distaste at this as well.

I started out my dream back home with my sister. I was changing and put on some jeans and a wife beater, as my sister and I wanted to go see a movie. Unfortunately it was around 10:00 PM and I was worred my parents wouldn't let us. Before I went downstairs to ask, I began looking around for one of those Lance Armstrong LiveStrong bracelets. I noted in my mind that I thought they were stupid, and even remembered a previous conversation I had with someone discussing how no one actually believes what they where. But I made this an exception as I found a black bracelet, with the faded words, "Program Smart" or something similar, and could get behind the message. I remember finding at least 4 other bracelets around my room before finding this one on the bookshelf.

My sister and I make our way downstairs but beforehand wants to confirm who asks to go. I told her it doesn't matter so she went downstairs real quick and asked. My parents seemed not to have heard so we sat on the couch for a bit. My sister would bring it up on occasion, saying she's worried if they don't respond the movie will pass. Finally my parents seem to hear, and say something along the lines of, "You're crazy. It's too late."

We end up in a car anyways (my sister driving), around the school I go to. At one point, the brakes seemed a little faulty and though she pressed on it, she went further than she intended. She was going to take a left, but several cars were making there way down the T-intersection so she waited in the middle of the road. I asked what she would have done if a car wanted to turn, as she skidded way to far, and she made some remark on them having to wait.

As we continue driving we end up behind this car with 3 guys making fun of an older man. My sister didn't want to intrude, but I decided to press on the horn and tell them what was up. In anger, they began chasing us (we were now on foot). We ended up getting into a bathroom back home and locking the door, which one of the guys were beating against. I told my sister we were about to attack back and grabbed a towel. Telling her to get behind me, I open the door and wrap the towel immediately around the guys neck, throwing him on the ground. Everytime he decided to struggle I pulled tight on the towel as a warning, and he eventually calmed down.

I may have awoken at this point, but after falling back asleep, I was in the passenger seat of Justin Bieber's car, him driving. We were driving around, and he seemed fairly down to earth; I was wondering why people gave him so much hate. I believe more happened in this dream, but I can't remember.

Disclaimer: The following two paragraphs use the word "penis" a lot

In any case, I somehow end up in another room back in my apartment and was about to take a shower. A black guy comes into the shower as well, and I recognize that for some reason he's my husband. He was also under the impression that today would be the first time we had sex. I was standing there naked waist down in the shower and he decided to do so as well, commenting on our penises as he did so. He moved his penis to touch mine, and when it made contact, I remember feeling this wave of revulsion. In addition, our penises afterward acted like two ends of a magnet, always repelling one another. He also made a comment about getting to put it up my butt now that we were married which I was going to not do, though I didn't know how to tell him.

In any case I left the shower and turned the corner. There in another room were a group of 4 women, all of who saw us naked. We hid behind the corner and got clothed and then went back over to the women. They started talking to the black guy, while I sat in front of one of my friends (#154-26), female, playing a game of mancala. I joined the game, and she made a remark on how good she was at the game. In addition, we were cramped on this table across from one another, and everytime she moved her leg, she would somehow rub my penis in a pleasurable way. I tried to pretend I didn't notice, as I don't think she noticed, and I didn't want her to not do it, so we just talked further about the rules of mancala. I remember having trouble with some of the math, as I tried moving a marble from each different spot, as well as getting to go again, all while her rubbing my penis.

So yeah...

I had another dream at this point, though I can't recall quite what happened. But after this 3rd dream I had a fourth, in which I also can't quite recall what happened except for me feeding a bunny and one of my dogs bits of pop-tarts (ice cream smoothie flavored) back and forth. They would keep chewing part of my hand, and for some reason, I think it might have hurt a little. I would lightly swipe their noses saying "no, no, no" or something similar.

Forgive the bad title- these dreams were kind of everywhere and a little hazy.

1. I was watching a movie with a girl and my former roommate #645-30. I sat behind the girl, who I thought was very attractive, and noticed my legs were brushing against her butt. This made her uncomfortable, and I thought my roommate noticed, but immediately afterward my view jumped into a forum of some sorts, and I couldn't find her anywhere on the website.

2. I was entering a contest with HorseLime, and had a meeting with a woman on the specifications of our product. She was thoroughly impressed, and, thinking HorseLime had my name as well, told the actual judges she was very impressed by "PonyLemon and PonyLemon." We pass first stage, and are taunted with a free trip to the beach (with this girl I was really into back in high school and her 3 friends), as well as a new house, and some monetary prize. It turned out we had to pass the second stage to win this though. Later on, HorseLime and I walk pass one of my other friends, #62-927, who was with someone I didn't recognize and reach a crosswalk. In order to pass though, we had to pay 20 cents. HorseLime agreed to this, but, thinking it was outrageous, I decided against it and met back with #62-927. I crashed at his place for a little while, and using the bathroom, remarking that I didn't care if the door locked or not when he asked. His place and bathroom reminded me very much of my freshman dorm.

3. I was wearing a Jimmy John's t-shirt that had a catch phrase that changed a lot.

4. There was a group selling sex to people who were unhappy, but phrasing it as a service to avoid any legal problems. A girl I liked recently was there when I walked in to complain about the service, which surprised me. As no one was speaking to me, I walked past the main door into a consultant's office. A man approached me before I completely entered, and was mad, as he explicitly said no one was allowed. I became extremely angry and told him no one talked to me, so shut up, which he did. I entered the consultant's room and sat down to complain to the rather large woman sitting behind the desk. I told her I wasn't against people having sex, or anything like that, but the principle behind this business was shady since it lied about its true purpose and took advantage of people when they were feeling low. She responded with a "I understand," and, as she spoke, became progressively quieter, but I nodded in agreement with her, especially at the end when she asked if I understood. I thanked her for her time and walked out.

5. I was rooming with someone, and they were shrinking through the door (I actually don't remember this one, but I wrote it down sometime during the night).

I was in the bottom of a building, similar to the first place I was lucid in. Around me was a lot of rubble, and I remember people walking around working on construction. I was looking for something, though I'm not sure what it was. As this was happening the area I was in transformed into my garage, and I had a sledgehammer. I was upset with my parents, as I didn't feel they tried talking to me, and was using a sledgehammer to hit the ground. To my surprise, despite hitting the ground as hard as I could (and even trying a different hammer), the ground would hardly buckle. It was as if something was underneath where I was hitting.

My sister was nearby and decided to kick the side of the ground I was buckling instead, revealing a chest. Inside this chest was a thing I called "Neflon" though I have no idea what that is. I remember grabbing it though and running away from my house to get back at my parents, as I felt like this was something they really valued. I began running through my neighborhood, cutting through the houses of my neighbors, and heard my sister at a distance tell my mother what I grabbed. My mother immediately began pursuing me, and was faster than I was, though she had less endurance. Regardless, as I entered a tunnel, she caught up to me.

Surrounding me was a field of many flowers surrounded by a wall (I seemed to have entered a ceiling-less, cylindrical room). There was a large gate on the wall. I felt a community of some sorts must've been behind this gate but I wasn't sure, and could not see. My mother asked for the Neflon back, though she looked like one of my male friends (#0262-26), and I returned the object. It was an orb of some sorts with blue lights emitting out of it I think.

In any case, I wake up at this point to attempt a WILD and as I fell asleep I started dreaming of falling asleep. In the dream I was tossing and turning in bed, in first person, and was feeling really hot. I decided what I wanted to do was astroproject (a word HorseLime introduced to me earlier yesterday). For some reason there was a satanic vibe surrounding this notion, but I decided to proceed. In my thought process there were 6 ways to induce astroprojection, each of which required a different configuration of the body and some sort of chemical stimulus. I chose one method which had a high probability of disease and damnation, but decided it would be worth it.

I turned in bed and contorted my body to the left, sliding a syringe into one of my buttcheeks. I remember getting this weird feeling, and I "sat up" though I knew I was lying down. I believe this was the start of an astroprojection (and my first semi-OBE) but my dream self got too excited and I lost the feeling. I realized I needed to go to work soon anyways (still in my dream) and walked into the bathroom where I placed my computer in the shower. I was glad I closed the computer lid, as I was worried about damaging it.

I believe at this point I woke up in reality, feeling incredibly hot, and got up to take a shower (without my computer though ).

10:30 PM
I was watching television, sitting on a ledge of a cliff of beds (the ledge was a single mattress that butted out of the main column). On the television was a series showing pornstars using their fame to raise awareness for animals. Each image displayed on the screen. Each image consisted of a hurt animal and a woman looking up, with a lot of cleavage, at the camera, in a manner such as "Shame on you." Some of the animals displayed were parrots or dogs. The pornstars would pet the animals in "sexual" ways (not to the animals themselves). At one point I believe there was talk of dead animals and necrophilia.

As a side note, I do not condone this nor do I find pleasure in any of that .

Later on I was looking up cars and writing SQL queries for a business (perhaps Disney). There was talk of giant corporations not needing coverage of 100% of their items.

I also had a view of an angel trying to fly, or giving the illusion of flight. The view consisted of images shoddily ran through like in a flipbook. I was told by someone that by moving the angel in each image, it looks as if its flying.

3:30 AM
I again attempted a WILD and had the following dream:

I was walking behind a girl, naked (her as well), down a street behind another naked girl. I would accidentally brush up against her butt periodically, which resulted in me getting an erection. Suddenly she was on the other side of the street, taking a shower, and I turned away to hide myself. As I turned my eyes fell upon a field in which a lot of different people were playing around. A midget and a taller woman seemed to be in a relationship laughing around, and lots of kids were playing. At this point I was clothed and forgot about the two girls. Amongst this crowd were two pygmies playing with rockets. They would shoot fire at the ends and propel the rockets at people intentionally trying to hurt them.

They were doing a poor job and the woman with the midget pulled out her own rocket launcher, shooting at a building and blowing off parts of it. The pygmies, not wanting to be shown up, decided to shoot three napalm filled rockets in quick succession. Two went off into the distance but one fell short and landed near me. I was able to avoid it, but I saw my sister was also close by. I yelled at her to get away but the napalm caught onto her skin- she turned into a piece of paper that then floated by me and burnt away.

I became enraged and grabbed the pygmies by the scruff of their necks, one in each hand. I found a pond and shoved their faces in, drowning both, though I intended to only get them near drowning so I could repeat the process ad infinitum. I then grabbed a shovel and beat one of them into dust with it. Later on I was with someone, and I lamented to them about the fact that my sister not only died, but suffered greatly during the process. I turned to a tunnel and began crying, and the person with me came in and consoled me. He later described some of his own losses.

I later ended up in a classroom in front of a former teacher. I was still thinking about my sister, and would have to try and stop myself from crying. The teacher then drew an odd toilet on the blackboard. It had a faucet out of the top, where the closet would usually be, and instead of a bowl, it had two drains level to one another. I believe one was for solid waste and the other for liquid. I also think the faucet was meant to serve as a bidet.

The goal was to come up with a marketing strategy to discuss why someone would want to buy this toilet. I started trying to come up with reasons (I don't remember what it was), but the girl behind me decided to start dancing, followed by another dude sitting where she was and poking my head. I told him to quit, as I needed to make progress on this paper.

I return home and come across my mother and my sister, unhurt. I was amazed by this, but it turned out I had an identical half-sister named Nash (I have no idea where this name came from) who died, not her. My mother began talking about a boy and his grandmother, and a similar event that happened with them (one dying presumably). During this talk I poured myself a bowl of curly fries with milk. My mother thought this was gross, but after trying a curly fry, agreed it was good.

Lastly, and disjoint with the rest of the dream, I remember Madison Ivy and Geoff Ramsey with some other girl, creating a porno in a very cheesy way. He was complaining that he needed a bigger butt to rub his moustache in, which was the cue for the other girl to walk to. My view jumped from these two to an elevator I was in, with my dad. It was manually powered, and to operate it required moving a lever vertically (up to go up, down to go down). It was very fast though, and we had to be careful not to hit either the ground or ceiling. Later on I led him on my hands and knees through a scavenger hunt or something.

5:00 AM
I was on a podcast of some sorts, talking to a man who wrote some Objective-C libraries. My view turned to computer screen, displaying documentation on <time.h> and the means of using it (I know this is a C library, but I'm fairly certain we were discussing Objective-C). Shortly afterward I was talking to Taylor Swift, who was assuring me that the next time I saw her, we'd have sex and record it, using a SQL variant of a command called "SET RECORDING" (there was more SQL surrounding these words on the screen, but I don't remember what they were). I was planning on breaking up with her before she mentioned this, but I thought to myself "Nothing beats sex and porn" .

Later on I was with my father and sister, as we planned on going to India. Originally just my sister and dad were going to go, but he double checked if I'd like to visit "Manahastra" to which I agreed, though this appeared to disappoint my sister a bit. We end up in the car, driving around India and stopped in front of a small shopping complex. My dad decided to park behind some cars, in the way of traffic to jump into a building real quick and check something quickly. I was looking around, hoping we weren't in other peoples' way, but the only other person around was #42-91402, who tried guiding the car into a parking lot when my dad returned.

8:00 AM
When I woke up at 5, I performed a couple of reality checks and told myself repeatedly that I was going to be lucid, and, when I became lucid, I would scream that I was lucid as loud as I could. I did have trouble falling back to sleep but I was able to after some time and had the following dream:

I was in a classroom with a lot of desks, and empty space near the front of the class. I moved a desk towards a girl I knew, who pushed me away. A little childishly, I grabbed my desk and moved it to the side of the classroom, sitting in it backwards at first, and readjusting because of discomfort. A woman who claimed to be from Google moved to the front of the classroom and started up a contest, for a reward I do not remember. A girl volunteered, and the contest consisted of her grabbing the butt of the speaker and pushing her up vertically. The girl failed, and the speaker asked for other volunteers, though I did not want to try it in fear of getting an erection in front of the classroom (the speaker wasn't half bad ). In any case, I turn my head down to try and avoid being called, but she has helpers go around and pick people for her.

I ended up being picked and when lifting my head again, found myself in a field surrounded by several Google employees, including the original speaker. I could try the contest with another person instead of her, and chose to lift an older man. Instead of lifting him though, we branched off into a crowd of people, and I told him about myself (it became an interview). I don't think he liked what I had to say originally, and I tried correcting myself at times but suddenly my view shifted and people were collapsing on the ground. Beforehand people were fed these red caffeine pills, which I also took, and appeared to be of a very high "dosage." As people were collapsing, others were doing there best to stay alert. I had no problem, as "I've never had a problem with caffeine," but my view shifted to these two guys who eventually collapsed, and in turn, I suppose I did as well.

When I came two I was with two others (who may or may not have been the same two guys), and we were running down a street. My view was hazy, but I could see mutilated, bloated people spitting this corrosive acid at us. I had a BFG (from Doom) and were shooting the corrosive balls out of the air. When I ran out of ammo, I grabbed a fire extinguisher on the side and continued shooting others. It turned out an alien species had enslaved humanity, and I was running through with these two others trying to escape from Earth. We came to a very small rocket, that appeared to be made from a cloth of some sort, but a woman stood before us. I felt she was an alien in the form of a woman, and as she stood, she began taking off her clothes, trying to use seduction to keep us on the planet. I shot her in the face with the fire extinguisher and ran past her, as well as a classroom of tortured humans.

We made it into the rocket and one last ball was shot at us, but we closed the cloth doorway and managed to escape. As we were flying out, the rocket transformed into a car, and my parents were with me instead of the two guys. We landed on a planet and parked in a garage structure that was present. We got out of the car, and, worried about oxygen, my dad turned on the AC (which pumped pure oxygen out ). My father had a walkie talkie, and as my mother and I left the car, he started talking into it. We weren't sure who he was talking to, but I remember being worried he might have been cheating on my mother. I grabbed the talkie, but nothing abnormal seemed to be occurring, except his odd talking to himself.

The garage structure we were parked in extended into a house, and at this point my dream burst into clarity. They started making a dessert, either as celebration for escaping or for my belated birthday. They began throwing cookies and other non-perishable items into a bowl, but I stopped them, saying we have no idea how long we are going to be here, or if there will be food on this planet. They looked pretty sheepish, but agreed with me and started placing the items back onto the different shelves.

We began hearing construction sounds outside the house (this may very well have been construction noises occurring outside my apartment over the summer), and, looking out the back door window, I saw our backyard and a little past it. Beyond our house was an opaque blueness that surrounded the house, and I came to the conclusion we somehow landed in an alternate universe. Just beyond the fence and before the blueness though were humanoid boars, that were carving a tree into the shape of a boar. Running around them like dogs were smaller boar, though these had odd tusks and seemed extremely dangerous, as they could speed up very quickly. For some reason my dad decided to open the door and one of these dog like creatures ran inside. Our own dog was actually with us, and I was scared the alien would attack it, but it ran around everyone without doing any harm.

For a little while I thought perhaps we could not be seen, as we weren't part of this dimension. I also considered the fact that while we were in our original dimension, these creatures were also there, except they couldn't be seen by us. I remember coming across a book while thinking this explaining something very similar. In addition, it noted that there are only male and female across dimensions, but, in this one, and only in the ocean, there were also males and femates. What a femate is, I have no idea.

In any case, I concluded that this wasn't in fact the case and we could be seen. Through the back door others were gathering, but they couldn't walk through the door for some reason. I was scared so I told my parents we should grab weapons. Unfortunately, we left our guns in the car, and had to resort to kitchenware. I was able to grab sharp tongs, and my parents grabbed less sharp knives. This time when I walked back to the door only a grim reaper was standing there. The space around him, very vividly, would distort and flashes of red that I presume was a glimpse into hell, would show. He himself was very whispy/smoky, and staring at him was like trying to look at something just slightly off focus, no matter how much you tried to focus.

He also could not pass through the door, based on the notion that death must be invited. My father made for the door, and I tried stopping him, primarily out of fear that attacking death would send him to hell. As I tried stopping him he stopped before the door and sat down. He then swiped in front, and a console appeared in which a game was displayed and my dad entered a code. The cheat code forced Death to collapse within himself and disappear. I was amazed, congratulating my dad and asking what he did. It turned out in the google conference earlier, he was taught this code, and that it simply stated we weren't dead yet.

After this point my dream lost its vividness, but I remember seeing a variety of good and bad people in our living room, such as clerics, and hoping I could get as powerful as some of them. I remember thinking it's hard to live in a world with heaven and hell.