Beautiful Picked Notes

So yeah, I kinda decided to start keeping a dream journal again and because I always loved this community I found it's easily the best place to do that, especially since I kept one here already so... yeah.
Long story short, I lost interest in my dreams for a much too long time but it just kinda came back and I wonder why it left me. So I kept a journal for the last three days again, here's what happened over the course of those nights.


03/25/2014 - Trainrides

Recall starts with my girlfriend and me being on a train ride to a destination that I'm almost certain was mentioned in the dream but I can't recall. In a small town about halfway from the RL smalltown that I live in to the next bigger city we get off the train to board another one. The train station huge and very neat looking, it has a nice hotel-like lobby and all which surprises us greatly because the RL building looks really, really busted from the outside. There is a third person with us that I can't recall. As we start walking through the train station it starts looking less and less elegant until its interior finally does resemble it's facade. We make our way back to the tracks to wait for a train. There is one that comes in very fast, switches tracks and drives a loop to go the other way without stopping. I lack a bit of recall between this scene and us boarding a train but remember being on one that's also going very, very fast. Recall leaves me before we arrive somewhere.

03/27/2014 - Always Sunny

I recall several dreams from this night, the first one being at some sort of sporting venue that at first seems like it's for swimming although I never got to see an actual pool... I'm on the bleachers with two friends of mine whom I cannot connect to any real people that I know. It suddenly turns out we're there to watch an Arena Football game with the Philadelphia Soul. All other people on the bleachers look very, very strange, anyone know the McPoyles from It's always Sunny in Philadelphia? Yeah, like that. To the left of us, some of them start shooting heroin and pass a needle to us. We want to pass it on but a small argument ensues when my friend and I both get scared we might accidentally puncture the other with it. As the game begins I hear a voiceover that goes on and on about how arena football was used for filming and for commercials because it's so badass. I find myself in the game now as me and all other players line up just in front of somebody who's about to throw the ball. Everybody runs downfield trying to catch it. I wind up with the ball, try to pass it back to a teammate but I fail. I fumble the ball but somehow yank it from somebody's hands to get it back. The scene resets, we're all standing in front of the passing guy again and I'm worried I might get a "misconduct" penalty because I curse so much. I don't get one, someone else does though. I'm wearing a gray sweater with the number 10 on it. The dream ends.

The next one is about me and some friends, including Theresa, a girl I know in real life and Charlie Kelly from the aforementioned show It's always Sunny in Philadelphia. I'm walking through a city that I seemingly accept as my actual hometown although it looks nothing like it. There are tall buildings and a lot of bars and clubs. I meet up with the other guys at the university where we got done with some sort of obligation and agree to go to a "different bar than usual" now, everyone comes along except for Charlie who wants to do something else first and meet up with us later. This is the last time he appeared in the dream. We plan to go to an irish pub in which you can see the waiters doing weird dances on the tables from the outside but we get the wrong door and waltz into the wrong place, a place called "Snyder's" or something. We go down a flight of stairs before we realize our error and want to immediately leave but for some reason stay anyway. I'm missing quite a chunk here but I remember meeting another girl I know in real life in front of the toilet doors of that place. I went to highschool with her in real life and she also moved to the same town as me for college. We never had that much to do with each other though. In the dream she was with someone else from our highschool, I cannot remember who it was though and that person also seemed to take no interest in me at all. She hugged me very intimately and asked me a question that in hindsight I consider was probably pretty important in the context of the dream but I can't remember for the life of me. It was something about why I'm there or if it's only *something* that I'm there for. Really should have written that down first. I also miss a part right after this meeting that I know was there but the memory largely eludes me. We were suddenly speaking english (which is not my first language), talking about something we though was good but that turned out to "suck". Next thing I do remember more precisely is that we gathered around a table to eat some spices that I actually planted on my real life desk a few days ago, they tasted absolutely terrible which I sadly remember very, very well :<

The last fragment I remember is of me walking along a country road approaching an autobahn onramp to my right. About 200 meters down the road there is a tunnel, the setting is very rural, there is a bit of a drop to the left of the road. I carry a heavy backpack and some other stuff. The autobahn sign reads "Cuxhaven" in its directions, which is the city I grew up close to; I sense that I'm on the right track. I slouch down from exhaustion next to the road and a girl passes me on foot as well. The setting suddenly changes here and I'm sitting in front of a McDonald's in a large commercial park. The sign includes some sort of advertisement for "Jelly Donuts". I go in because I seem to think I might be able to rent a car there. The smell of food and the menu pictures make me really hungry but I remember only having about 7 Euros with me anymore and knowing I had to hold that together. It then turns out you could actually rent cars there, outside of the restaurant there are some three-wheeled vehicles in the parking lot for rent and I overhear a conversation between a girl, which might be the one that passed me earlier, talking to the car rental guy as he estimates the distance to her direction somewhere in northern Germany to be around 10.000 Kilometers. He goes on to actually calculate the distance and comes up with 7.000.
The last dream ends here and I wake up. My girlfriend is still lying next to me watching videos on her phone. I sit up and start writing down my dreams.

That night, before I fell asleep I got really sad thinking about highschool and how I feel I missed out on fun I could have had because I didn't involve myself enough. I wasn't an outcast and didn't get bullied or something, it was just a bit laziness I guess so I didn't go out as much and my self-esteem could have been better I guess. I got pretty dense melancholy setting in when I thought back at those times 5 years ago and how easy life was, how free I was to live it and how that's gone forever. Hell, I'm getting a little sad just writing it down. The point is however, I think that probably bled into my dreams hard that night. Meeting those girls from highschool and then that hiking trip back to what was my home at the time...

03/28/2014 - In Ruins

And so this was last night's dream. It's mostly just there in fragments anymore.
I remember being with a coworker of mine, Mario, in a city called Lingen that another coworker of mine grew up in. I've never been there in real life. We're in some sort of former office/military building that is now just wasting away empty. There are very big flights of stairs. Mario is fiddling around with some old circuit breaker as I go into a medium sized room and look out of the windows that are missing the glass in them, none of it is shattered on the ground anywhere though. The building is right beside a forest that looks like it's fall on the verge of becoming winter right now. We dick around in the building some more, there is a lot of talk about how the building could collapse very easily as it's very windy outside, I don't remember much, next thing I remember is being between two large buildings in a pretty deep "abyss". The windows on the two buildings don't start until about ten meters above me. The walls have a dark green, washed-out base where I am, halfway up to the windows they start being white-gray.
I remember there being some sort of festivity in the city as well, something with talking to a child, not much either though. Not much as well on a scene at a train station, where we are astonished that the station has two tracks going through it. There are two trains that pass by each other, one of them called S03 and one S04. We get ready to get on S04.
My alarm goes off, I have to get ready to work. She's already up, having to work a half hour earlier than me. I hit the snooze button once, get up after the second alarm and sketch up some quick buzzwords from these dreams, hoping I'll remember later. I kinda do.

I have terrible, terrible dream recall at the moment.



This is the only dream I remember from tonight and I only remember it vaguely.
Me and a whole bunch of people my age, many of them my former classmates, arrived at some sort of camp. It seemed like a youth hostel and it was run exclusively by asian guys.
We gathered in some large lobby, where the asians running the place asked us where we wanted to go. They asked for our nationalities, so I asked "German, german, german?" on and on again, until somebody noticed my calls. They told me to go to the eastern wing, "that's where the Wehrmacht used to be". The eastern wing had only two rooms, one of them was huge and had 50+ beds in it. Right now there's some gaps in my recall, but I remember finding myself a bed. Step by step, the room became more crowded with people I knew and the more people got in it, the bigger the room got. One of my former classmates got in a bed next to me and started bugging me by splashing his drinks into my direction and threatening me with a needle. I met a girl at this point that I can't remember meeting IRL, she was exclusively a dream character. She showed me around a bit and had a loud, kinda difficult attitude.
We wound up back around the beds that we started at, where another former classmate of mine hatched a plan to overthrow the asians, pretty much by smacking them as hard as he could. There's a tear in the dream and next thing I know I watch him attack one of the asians who's now wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled over. The girl's there, too. I quietly tell her that "I don't believe cracking an asian boy will be that easy...", as we watch our friend get annihilated by some martial arts/bar brawl-swinging asian.
The girl has disappeard and I leave the scene of the thrashing, laughing loudly until I somehow decide it's better to supress my laughter. I try laughing more silently. As I'm back at my bed, the arrangement of the beds changed a bit, and now there's beds stacked upwards like a staircase. A lot of people are sleeping already. I don't get into my bed but climb up some other beds, where the girl from earlier meets me.
She gets really close to me, touches my waist and whispers something about the sleeping people into my ear. I feel confused, so she gets closer and eventually hugs me very closely. Now I am in a RL relationship... but it felt amazing. o:
I woke up.


While writing that, another fragment just came to me. I was living with my girlfriend in a building that exists IRL, but there's a bar in it. Now we live there, and we're busy with something, I can't remember what.
We have two cats IRL as well as in the dream and in the dream, they keep getting out onto the main streets of the village. I have to go after them a lot and get them back home. Sometimes, the cats change colors.

This DJ has been dead for months, but hell, why not revive it now that I'm trying to get back into the forums.
Sadly, last night's dreams are not more than a wash and I only recall two particular scenes.


It all revolves around the "DVAG", a german financial advice business. I did some reading yesterday, because a friend of mine has a tryout day today and I'm a little worried... the DVAG is known for operating in many ways like a cult or a sect; members lose their social surroundings because they harrass friends and familiy into getting counseling interviews or joining the DVAG, they standardize the way their members look and talk and in the end, the higher you are up in the chain, the more money you make off of those that are lower than you. It's a bunch of bandits, really.
And in my dream, me and two friends were at an event hosted by the DVAG, with me frantically trying to convince my friends what a steaming pile of shit this club is. It was at a place that looked somewhat like that old "Italy" map on Counter-Strike... No details are available though.
Then, just before waking up, I had a dream I was in my girlfriend's apartment, where a ladder went down from the balcony to the lawn below. I watched my girlfriend arrive through the window and told her something. She came up the ladder and sat down on the couch. I kept talking. Suddenly, she was outside again, moving toward the ladder. I woke up.

Not been journaling lately, that's bad. So here I go.

I work at a retirement home and I dreamt about that. It was mealtime and I was helping an old lady eat who, IRL, passed away almost half a year ago. Another lady sat at the table, also not alive anymore. My mom was there too, helping the people eat and handing out medications, which is was she also does IRL. At some point I realized, that the people around me should actually not be there anymore. I started doing my favourite reality check, looking at my hands. I counted fingers and came up at six, but I wasn't convinced. I looked around. All seemed normal, it's a very vivid scene, I can't believe I'm dreaming. I look at my hands again, still six fingers each. I walk up to a window to try a different approach, reaching through the glass. First try it didn't work, I just banged the glass. I look at my hands again, come up with way too many fingers this time. I reach for the glass again, this time convincing myself that I can reach through it, this time I can. The glass feels like water as I reach through it.
As I become lucid, I try jumping through the window and succeed. I decide that the retirement home is one bummer of a place to be at for a lucid dream, so I leave. As I walk out the door, I tell my boss to go fuck himself, ugh. I really hate that guy.
Out on the rural street in front of the retirement home, I go about trying some stuff. First off, rubbing my hands. I try for a while, I concentrate on the feeling between my hands, the heat between them. My dream appears to become more stable, more vivid. Colors look beautiful now. The dreamscape changed slightly. I go over to trying to fly. I can jump really high and I manage to hover a bit, but flying in directions is really hard. I try a couple dives into the sky but I fail and end up just jumping really high.
So now I try to change the setting I'm in by closing my eyes and spinning. I open my eyes and find myself in my room now. I exit through the window and try flying again.
The alarm clock goes off, I wake up.

I did the "Black Sunshine" I-doser Dose before falling asleep yesterday and that one really went off. Also appears to have given me pretty neat dream recall.

The first dream that's there is that of a group of my friends being at a place that's apparently a school. We stand in front of a huge glass window, granting us view on what I percieve to be the Northern Sea, even though it's clearly a river. I recall this is a scene that flashed to my mind a couple times during Black Sunshine.
In a corner of the room, there's a smoker's area that I find myself in, smoking. Often, I take a few steps away from the wall and get called for leaving the smoker's area and told to get back in.
At some point, somebody asks me if I'd been here yesterday already, smoking outside of the area and drinking vodka. I reply I wasn't, then we all run away. With a friend, I make fun of the rather rotund lady who asked me this.
Outside the building is a small, busy city street. There's a Burger King most of my friends get into. I recall ordering a Double Cheeseburger and some Chicken Nuggets, then leaving. There was definately more going on in there, but I don't recall. It's night at this time, but when we're back in a friend's car to move on, it's broad daylight.
We are at a place that looks like a mix of several places I've been to. There's a church that he parked his car in front of, just behind a small wooden bridge that's just wide enough for his vehicle to pass through. He sets back a couple meters, then guns the car through the bridge as fast as it'd go. We drive on in a convoy with a couple other friends, out of the city and onto some countryside. It's a beautiful scenery, lots of meadows and hills. The street lies next to a very deep ditch. Suddenly, my girlfriend is also in the car, desperately trying to find a way to get to a street called "In der Weiden" ("In the Meadows") and eventually getting my friend to stop the car in the middle of the street.
When we get out the car, the scenery is just amazing. About half a mile down the street, there's a huge power line pole, painted red and white as if there's an airport nearby. It looks really beautiful in these surroundings. To our right, I can make out some sort of power plant in the distance, obscured by the occasional tree. (I might try to get a painting of this going on). We walk around on the street until our friends catch up. A couple other people stop and we ask them for the way to that street my girlfriend wants to get to. We ask them wether the street goes straight away [from the one we're on] or not, the answer was "Both, they're paralell".
We then all turn around, I get on a motorcycle this time. Two friends of mine are on motorcycles as well, they pull a bunch of wheelies. We drive down the road a little more, until there's a curve that I underestimate. I pretty much just run straight off the road and go flying, since there's an elevation difference of about 4 meters between the road and the meadows around it now. Before I hit the ground, I awake.

Terrible recall this night, just a couple fragments.

One of me and my dad sitting in the livingroom, him asking me where his guitars are. "Nylon one is with me, one steel guitar is with a friend of mine and the other one is here".

The other fragment involves me and my sister throwing a couple of balls around in our house. The balls had some meaning I forgot, there was also something rather meaningful on my computer/desk that I can't seem to recall.

Yesterday, I had some Vitamin B6 before going to bed for the first time and I really had some amazingly vivid dreams. Sadly none of them got me lucid, but they were still pretty neat.

The first one I remember, starts around a bunch of surgeons preparing for a surgery. I learn that we're about to do a heart transplantation, but everybody takes it like it's a routine thing. When we get into the surgery room, I recognise the head surgeon as my RL chef at a retirement home and the heart of the patient, a girl of around 20 years, has already been removed. I get the heart in my hands while someone tells someone else that I, "Number 3" are only here to do minor side tasks. I wind up having a piece of the removed heart in my mouth and sucking around on it while I'm in a conversation with two other surgeons at the end of the room.
As I spit the heart out, I get called to the action, where the girl is apparently in bad shape. I assume the new heart was already in, but her breathing was really shallow and her heartbeat went south. The head surgeon told me to "Save her! Reanimate!" but I couldn't get any CPR together. The surgery now suddenly got teleported from a room to outdoors in something that looks a little like a carport, with people walking by. My ex-ex-ex-ex-girlfriend comes along, talking on her cellphone. I try to stop her and get the phone, but she ignores me. Eventually, I reach into a bag with loads of medication in it, packaged a little like those cookies you get when you order coffee at italian restaurants. I find something labeled "Life Retter" ("Retter" is German for "saver" in this case and yeah, it was bilingual) and "Opium". This gave me an idea. "We could give her opiates to free her lungs and clear her breathing.", I suggested and the head surgeon actually did it.
Now IRL that seems like a rather counterproductive idea, since the Codein she got is an antitussive, and when her lungs are full of some shit, giving her something that supresses her cough reflex is just, well...
The Codein worked though, as within seconds, she started breathing normally again and even regained consciousness. I recall that at some point, we looked through some photographs of her.
Then I remember a small fragment at the end of the dream, with me lying in bed with my girlfriend. She asks me how today was and who we performed surgery on. I tell her I can't say any names but that I already saved a life "on my first day". She looks at me with an indescribable "Ohhhh get outta here" face.

Dream number two takes place at my girlfriends apartment, but only the entry door looks familiar to RL, the rest is completely rearranged. Sitting here as I type, it was also probably quite a bit bigger in the dream. I was in bed with her and some other guy I didn't recognize. We're watching TV, when I made some horrible, horrible joke. The guy chuckled, my girlfriend didn't and I started getting kinda pissed at this entire situation. At some later point, the other guy said something and my girlfriend reacted to it immensly, used it to make fun of me and told him how "sweet" he was. I turned to my girlfriend with words to the likes of "Now you're totally kidding me, right? You have got to be fucking with me at this point. Jesus Christ, do whatever you want. I don't give a shit.". Then I turned around and fell asleep. When I woke up, the other guy was in a room next door and the doorbell rang. Since it was in the middle of the night I was concerned and asked my girlfriend if I should come with her to the door. She declined and came back later with a bag full of medications. Proudly she told me "Now we've got something against everything, both prescription and without!" and I seemed to recall she wanted to operate kind of a private pharmacy and sold the drugs.
I took the bag to the RL bedroom that was empty in the dream and looked through it for a while.
When I got back to the room with the bed in it, the other guy was gone and I found my girlfriend masturbating spread eagle on the bed. Nice sight.
There's a gap in my memory, but then there's the next morning and she's at school. I leave the apartment and walk down into the city. I meet two old friends of mine who suggest that when you burn flowers, it's good when you have a stuffed nose (which I have IRL at the moment). I find this interesting and pick up the first flower I see. Out of fear that the owner of the garden I picked it from might see and follow me, I walk a different route than the direct one back home, but halfway there, I lose the flower somehow, so I pick another one. It's a sunflower. I do the same avoidance thing again, eventually winding up on the small street running along before the front of our school complex, meeting a girl I went to school with and a teacher. The teacher asks me wether happen to be walking up the street and then between the two gyms, which I'm not. At this point, the sunflower suddenly starts behaving like a parachute, being dragged around by the wind. It gets really hard to hold on to it, much less walk with it in hand. I get about ten meters, then I lose hold of it and it flies(!) away. The dream ends.

The last notable dream I recall takes place in school. As I mentioned before, I'm out of school since early summer this year.
I have nothing to do, so I visit some friends who are still in school. I recall only some of them actually existing in reality. A couple of friends then drag me into class to spend an hour there. It's German class, apparently, but the teacher actually teaches math and physics IRL. The lesson is about some short story about a girl who drifts off in thought during class. I remember that a point about it was that she referred to the teacher in the story exclusively as the "vulture" and something else as a "god", I forgot what though. I chatted with friends in class and actually paid attention to the teacher. At some point I started feeling really terrible and started to miss these times, wishing I could get back in school. With this feeling, the dream ends.

The dream begins at an elementary school on an island. The island reminds me very heavily of the island Everon in "Operation: Flashpoint". There's a small school building and a large shack next to it. I remember the shack catching fire and then me and a friend of mine running outside. In the skies, suddenly an airplane breaks apart, showering pieces over the island and eventually exploding like fireworks.
I then remember being at home, watching news. They say that alien invaders were trying to defect all of our earthly defenses. After that, I recall a short sequence at my actual school with me carrying a backpack around. Not much. I then get back home to see a flying saucer landing in our yard. It's about 50 feet wide, shaped as an octagon and really flat. As it opens, I'm too afraid to look at the aliens that emerge, so I instead turn to call our nation's equivalent of 911. It takes me a bunch of tries because first I don't recall it correctly, then I can't type it correctly. When I finally manage to call it, the operator on the other end is seriously bored with hearing what I say, so he hangs up. I try calling a few more times before I leave the phone to stop my sister from going outside. As I do, the UFO lifts off after I catch a glimpse of it's passengers: It was a humanoid, just very short and really wide and heavy. The UFO looks a lot smaller as it lifts off than when it landed. Upon leaving, other saucers join it in the air. One of then drops a small box with a parachute on it, Worms-style.
The whole dream now takes a twist, because as the box is recovered, it contains plans for the spaceships and pictures of two men from (I believe it was) Texas working on them, with a confession that it was nothing but a hoax.
Nevertheless, I never got an answer on that burning school and the crashing airplanes.

The school came back to me later, when I had a dream of my current self, at 19 years of age, being forced to repeat the second grade of elementary school because when I did it the first time, I didn't score enough points. I sat in class and always just had my old documents from back then filled all out. My classmates made a whole lot of fun of me. Our teacher was actually my old elementary school teacher, the classrooms looked different though. We had to switch to a different village's schoolhouse a couple of times and I was driven around by an old lady whom I know from a retirement home. There was a very dense forest between the two villages, blocked with a fence that we could just pass through.

I had a rather amusing dream tonight, that took me and a couple of my friends to Lego Land. We didn't just go there, we broke in at night. My memory sucks on this one sadly, but I remember some stuff toward the end. One of my friends was constantly on the phone, which is pretty much realistic. Then we discovered a place that let you put together your own cars and drive them around, so we did that. There was a big, frozen lake to one side of the road and high mountains to the other. The lake at one point was able to carry the weight of a car. Inside the Lego Land building, it looked kinda like a spooky Mario Cart course, complete with gray brick walls and spiderwebs all over the place.
At some point I realized that what we were doing was a good old breaking and entering and could get us really deep into some bullshit so I decided to get the group to start leaving the place. When everyone agreed, the scenery suddenly changed and we were in the hallway of the house that I live in for real, putting on our shoes and getting ready to leave. Someone complained about leaving so early.

I know that there might be the basics to remember some more dreams from tonight, but at the moment that's all I can recall. Not that impressive.

Aaaaand bang, there it is already.
After I kinda involuntarely WBTB'd this morning, I dreamt about driving my girlfriend to the nearby city's central train station on a Scooter. Three friends of mine were convoying me in their cars. When we arrived at the station, I actually rode the Scooter all the way up to the platforms and kept dragging it along with me wherever I went. My girlfriend soon boarded a train and left and I walked around exploring the station. It had an old looking gym in it, where some people were sitting on the stands. On the stairs that led to the stands, a kid of about 8 years was throwing up as I walked past him. In a far corner of the station there was a restaurant. I've dreamt of the station looking like this before, eventhough it's really far off from reality. I left the Scooter at the restaurant to go look for my friends. When I found them, I immediately went back to retrieve it, but the sister of a friend of mine took it because it was apparently hers. I was bummed since now I didn't know how to get home, so the most rational thing for me to do was to just get a bowl of chili (also dreamt about that goddamn chili before, Jesus) at the restaurant, so I got in line. Somewhere around that time, the dream ended.

About half a year ago, I had a rather unfriendly confrontation with some crackhead, who punched me from behind, threw me to the ground and kicked me in the face, it was a whole thing. We never met again, sadly.

So this night, I dreamt I was at a local drug store and he waltzed in there. At first, I tried to avoid confrontation and left the store. As he left and walked past me, nothing happened, but when he turned around and saw me, he started running toward me, covering his mouth and nose with his left hand. I obviously took the chance and socked him right in the face as hard as I could. He was startled for a moment but the punch didn't floor him, so he started throwing at me like crazy. His punches never really hit and when they did, they weren't powerful at all. Neither were mine though, because I couldn't seem to move my arms fast enough. He started fleeing several times but I got madder and madder, stopping him each time to keep swinging at him. After a particularily botched attempt at kicking for him, he stumbled to the ground and dragged me down. While we were in the middle of a terrible fight, loads of passers-by just, well, passed by. Nobody even looked at us.
The whole thing went on for about ten minutes until my recall ends without remembering who came out the victor. Dammit.

So this time, I find myself on a cruise ship along with a lot of people I know from school. On deck, I set next to my girlfriend and we talk about some of the other guests until we spot a girl that has a comically oversized nose, to which I refer as a "jew-nose".
It turns out that the ship we're on is actually getting towed along by a huge oil tanker and when we stop in (at that point) open water, I get up to look around. To three sides there is an extremely artificial looking beach, to the last side there's a wall. We're indoors now, the two huge ships are still there. Someone gets up on a podium and starts announcing the three most retarded things people have done onboard and while I don't remember the runners-up, my "jew-nose" thing got number one and I held a speech that was pretty much a mock. After the speech, I cannonball into the water with an enthusiastic scream, but get caught submerged because I suddenly wear a heavy coat that sucks itself full of liquid and gets too heavy for me to carrry up to the surface. I try getting it off, but the dream ends amidst my attempt.

What I also do remember is a fragment of my dad walking around a parking garage, speaking dutch (!?) and stealing an Audi by help of a USB-Device. He gets in the car and drives away, but I still hear him clearly, saying how hard life was and how now he was the bad man for stealing, when he shouldn't be. I then get tempted heavily to steal my sister's bike and sell it. The alarm clock goes off, I awake.

I'll only outline tonight's dream as it's quite heavily fragmented and I don't have a lot of time right now. Let's put down before all this that I got pretty blasted last night...

The dream starts on a city street, close to the scene of a traffic accident. To one side of the road, there's the huge parking lot of a huge, and I mean huge shopping mall. I meet up with a girl I don't recall knowing. On the way to the accident scene, a fire truck delibaratley runs an ambulance off the road.
On our way to the mall, the girl and I get fired at with a teargas grenade that doesn't ignite. The girl is very... easy to hassle and talks ear-piercingly loud. She also seems to have an affection for swearing like a sailor.
We find that an old lady working at the hairdresser fired the grenade to "defend herself". Inside the mall, I want to buy groceries, but the grocery store was rearranged and I can't find shit, so we leave again. Big gap in memory here.
Next thing, I'm in a group that kind of reminds me of "All in the family", moving through an area that looks like a messy area of a big city. There's a lot of traffic accidents we come by, but thinking about it that might have always been the same accident scene. At some point, a couple of police officers acompany our trip. We all make our way into some building, this is where memory completely fails me.
The trip through the city was much more detailed, but sadly I can't recall much.

It's fall in the northern hemisphere and where I live it's a nice, warm fall. My subconscious apparently decided to screw that and I ended up with a night in which almost every single dreaming moment took place in a snow-filled winter setting. So did tonight's most memorable dream.

It started off with the unsettling feeling that it's a nightmare. There's the dreaming equivalent of "My gut tells me something bad is going to happen", it's got "Nightmare" written all over it but you just don't know it 'cause you don't know it's a dream.
In reality, I'm out of school since June. In the dream, I find myself walking my way from the bus stop up to the school buildings and somebody's watching me. Without ever looking in his direction, I know where he is. Later in the dream, I would also know where he lives.
I walk past him, I'm feeling cold. I make my way to the school and not much happens for a while. Our school buildings are significantly bigger than what reality has to offer, but that's a recurring theme for me. Then there's a gap in the fabric.
Again, I find myself walking up from the bus stop. Again, I know he's watching me. I feel even more unsettled than last time, but this time my girlfriend is with me and I decide not to take it. He's watching me from the first or second story of the building all the time, but I seemingly know that he lives in its basement. To give him a scare, I bang a twig against his basement window. I hear chatter about the situation, acoustically it is close to me, when my head percieves it like it's further away. Its content appears to revolve around "Yeah, he's a weirdo" and "I know him for years, he's strange". Nothing happens, another gap.
The same scene again, this time I'm alone. I walk past him, but this time I see him. He stares at me from his window, that goes low enough to allow all of his torso down to his waist to be visible. He stares. Just stares. There's a cold chill running down my back as I write this down. I walk past him just a bit. Another gap.
The scene restarts once again. All is the same, but this time he grins. His grin shows not happines, it ridicules me. It despises me. A grin so oversized and inhuman, Picasso could have done no better. It's not cheesy or goofy, it is nothing that a human could produce. And it scares me.
The scene restarts again. He grins as I start to boil with fright and anger. I try to turn around and not walk past him, but I can't. In my desperation, I pick snow from the ground and hurl it at him. I hit him - he vanishes.
Finally, a different setting forms. I'm not alone, my girlfriend is with me. We are not in a familiar place. It's a city street with the charme of a TV set. A long, curved street with midrise buildings to both sides of it, the front walls about 10 yards off the road with green grass between the asphalt and the concrete. A single bus stop on the street ahead of us.
We're walking along and nothing seems out of the ordinary. Her coat is beautiful. Then I see him, 50, maybe 70 yards down the street ahead. He's watching us through a pair of binoculars. In spite of the distance, I see his grin. Occasionally, he waves at us. When he does, his grin stretches even more, goes from ugly to hideous. He looks a little younger than what I had in mind from seeing him at the window and his face provokes a distant reminiscence of a friend of mine, who looks somewhat alike. I resist an urge to scream and instead drag my girlfriend to turn around and walk the other way. He's there, too. 50 meters away, he looks at us. Just the same. We turn around again. He's there. His face is getting more and more sardonic with that malicious grin. Slowly he comes closer. He does not walk, he just comes closer. Ahead of us and behind us, he is always there when we turn. To our sides, there are wall-to-wall buildings framing us in. He gets closer and closer. I remember the last window-scene and pick up snow to throw at him, but he remains unfazed. My girlfriend has taken a rather passive role and just watches. It appears as if she isn't terrified at all, when I'm going out of my mind with fright and this amazingly uncanny feeling under his terrible smirking.
He comes closer still, there appears to be no way out. The closer he gets, the more often I momentarily feel my real body lying in bed, like a glitch in the dream. Suddenly, when he should have reached us eventually, two cats jump between me and my girlfriend. In my state, I kick them, they run off. I wake up.

After waking up next to my sleeping girlfriend, there was obviously the feeling that you have after a nightmare. The anxiety, the sweating. But there was a noise. A dampened voice. I really didn't want to listen any closer to that, but I couldn't help hearing a man's voice say "Where is she!?" in a rather angry and aggressive tone, over and over again in periodic intervals of about 5 seconds. I did RCs like crazy, but I was awake. I sat up in bed, drinking some water. The voice started to fade, I stopped hearing the angry words, but the noise remained. Loud and clear. Laying back down, the noise started losing volume and becoming softer. And then, about two minutes after waking up, I realized it was my sleeping girlfriend's breathing.