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*Ryan was messing with this fat kid. The fat kid snapped and started beating ryan up. I didn't stop the fat kid but
to my surprise I kind of cheered him on. I thought ryan for sure deserved it for being an asshole.

*There was an asain chick laying on the side of a mountain. I remember flying around the mountain enjoying the
landscape.

+ I'm in the kitchen of my parent's house, the fridge is open and I'm taking out a small piece of cold/frozen pumpkin pie and eating it. JG appears, looking beautiful in a lovely dress, her hair down for a change, and I am so happy to see her, I feel like hugging her but don't. She says she, too, wants a piece of pie.

+ walking down the street some kids are following me. I walk through a barrier (like to prevent vehicles from entering the sidewalk), and look down and see a kid is right next to me and is pushing their skateboard to interfere with my feet. I push it out of my way, annoyed, and keep on walking. They're walking really close behind me and I'm a bit nervous. I climb over some barrier and "fall" down, and one of them falls right on top of me. It's a girl it turns out, and she's wearing really short jean shorts, barely descending down to cover half of her butt cheeks. She's lying on top of me with her body perpendicular to mine and her butt right in front of my face. I want to get her off of me so I get the idea to bite her right butt cheek, hard. I do so, and instead of jumping off of me she indicates how much she likes it. I try biting her left cheek, also hard, and she just wiggles in pleasure.

Spoiler for NSFW:

I then stick my left middle finger deep into her (ahem) and it's a very realistic feeling, I get the "dream end" feeling and realize (too late) that it was a dream.

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Spoiler for NSFW:

I'm lying naked on my back with legs spread, I see my (ahem) is fully engaged and rather impressively sized, a hot girl is lounging nearby and is hinting at oral activity, and that she really craves me to shoot on her face.

I'm next in a very large sumptuous bathroom with huge long sink in front of a mirror, a couple is down on the left side of the counter going at it.

Someone walks down a stairway and I follow, and I see that it is a multi-level bathroom and it descends to a lower level where there is a pool. I'm in the pool and I see a hot girl in a tight white one-piece swimsuit get in, I think that suit must be getting transparent under water so I grab some goggles to go check out the view, but the goggles don't fit right and my left eye is stuck shut, I can't open it at all, and I wake up trying to open my left eye.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I live and work at a farm, possibly in Germany. The owner is a nazi sympathizer or at least that's my impression of him, since he seems to be well integrated in the nazi society. Most of the farm workers are jews, men, women and children, forced to labor like slaves. Their life conditions are miserable and I do my best to help them. I am also a worker, not jew, but of a lower class than my boss. He is in love with me and I am his mistress, but he can't have a serious and socially accepted relationship with me due to my humble origins. Also, I don't love him, I just tolerate his sexual advances because he provides me some privileges and I also use it to manipulate him, for instance, to better the conditions of the forced workers. I feel a lot of empathy for these people and I am particularly fond of the children, especially a little orphan 2-year old girl, whom I love like my own child.
The boss is a bit obsessed with dressing me up with pretty lingerie and sometimes I feel sick with how he shows me off in underwear and analyzes me in front of his best friend while they are having lunch, for example. He treats me like a sex toy. But when he is pleased, I can get him to agree on certain things, like providing hot baths for the jews, when previously they only had cold showers, even in the winter. He allows the german house workers to heat up large pots of water to fill in the bathtub for the jews to take a bath if they wish. But when I tell them the news, only a couple of them accepts happily the offer. The others are suspicious, as if afraid that if they take it, something bad will happen to them later as punishment. I don't understand and feel disappointed.
One day some nazi guys come for a visit and insist on taking a picture of the farm workers all lined up. As usual, I serve as intermediary, because they like me and they trust me. I sense much nervousness in them and the children feel the tension and start crying. I tell them it's just a photo, no reason to be afraid and with somber faces they line up. But the 2-year old baby is restless and the lady who is holding her can't keep her quiet, so I step in the line up and hold the baby in my arms, as only I can quiet her down. Her eyes are full of fear as if she can sense something that I can't. I feel so much love and compassion for this baby. I hold her in my arms with unconditional love as they take the picture with me included.
Life goes back to normal, until one day my boss gives me some money to go buy some pretty clothes in the village or town nearby. When I return at the end of the day, I find all the jewish workers screaming and crying inside a truck, being taken like cattle to the slaughterhouse. I freak out, I try to stop the truck, I plead to my boss, but he is also upset, it is not in his hands. I didn't think he cared much for the jews, but he didn't hate them either and found useful to have them as a free work force. But then I realized that deep down, he had started to apprecciate the idea that they were in a safe environment at his farm and that he could save their lives. But there were superior orders that they'd be taken somewhere else and I learned the ugly truth of what was going on with the jews.
Much later, we left the farm and the country. My boss and a couple of his friends, who no longer could take part of what was going on in their country, flew to Havana and he took me with him. I could feel a difference in him and I started being treated more like equal. We started a new life, leaving the suffering behind. I took refuge in the experience of an exotic country and other life realities to try to forget the unfortunate people I had left behind.

I didn't remember any dreams this morning or durring my wbtb/mild. I think I'm on my first dry spell.

1. I was outside with a few friends next to an area that resembled Popeye's chicken. I was in a small golf cart type of car, driving it. I pulled up to the main boulevard and stopped to wait for traffic passing by. After the traffic passed I drove onto the road. I took a left and started driving. Other than a few cars, there was almost no more traffic. As I continued driving I looked up at the night sky in front of me. Suddenly A big bright yellow light started appearing in the sky, and I then recognized it to be the sun. I realized that the sun coming up at midnight made no sense, so I became lucid.
I kept looking at the sun, and suddenly the letter M appeared on it in really big lettering. I then woke up because I thought to hard about it lol.

2. I was inside of someones house, and they were having a party. I had just walked through an entire obstacle course and now I walked into a room where everyone was about to watch a movie. My friend Dylan came up to me and asked me if I wanted to go onto the 2nd obstacle course, and I said yes because the first one was so fun. I bought my ticket for it for 10 dollars. As I went back into the room where the movie was about to start, I saw my friend Natalia. "Cory! Its been a long time!" she said. "Hey whats up Natalia, and I know, its been forever." I replied. "Hey, the movie is about to start, sit down and cuddle with me and lets watch it." She told me. "Hey you know what, that sounds like a good idea." I said.
Just then my friend Dylan comes in and tells me that the obstacle course is about to start in a few minutes. I tell Natalia that I already paid 10 bucks to go to this, so I couldnt miss it. She begged me to stay with her, but I didn't(Lol If this were real life I would've chose her).

The dream didnt end here, but Ill finish the rest tommorow hopefully because I need some sleep

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #255: Narcissus at the Symphony

I’m standing in the kitchen with Wife and my two boys E and R. I feel incredibly tired, like I can barely keep my eyes open or even stand. The exhaustion gets the better of me and I collapse, falling flat on my face. “Oh my God! Are you okay?” asks Wife, rushing to my side to help me up. I feel embarrassed that I’ve worried everybody when I’m only tired… surely I could have stopped myself from falling like that!

I stagger over to the sink, noticing that I’m wearing glasses (extremely rare in waking life.) I lean against the sink, noticing odd patterns and spots in my vision. Something’s definitely wrong with me, but I feel like it’ll all be better if I can just fall asleep. It occurs to me to look for the dream and when I hit the nose pinch reality check, I become lucid.

I’m shocked that this is all a dream, and I say out loud, “That countertop right there -- that looks exactly like waking life.” I run my hands over it. It’s in a different configuration from waking life, but the texture, the look, it’s all perfect. Amazing. I catch my reflection in the mirror. I look like me, but my movements are just a bit delayed from my dream body’s movements. I wave my arms above my head and watch in amusement.

I remember Jenkees’ dare to play an orchestral soundtrack. I raise my arms in the air, willing one to arise. I hear something! But it’s very faint, sounding like nothing more than an orchestra tuning up before a concert. Yes, that makes sense, cool soundtrack will come from doing cool stuff.

I walk toward my den but now I’m somehow in the hall of a building, walking past a big mirror. Hey look, I’m shirtless! I look just like myself but with just that little added bit of dream buffness. I flex for a little while, shamelessly indulging in vanity. This goes on for much longer than it should and then I continue along the hall out into a balcony where well-dressed DCs go wandering by. Hey, I bet that I’m at a concert hall! I decide that I should attend a symphony concert to complete Jenkees dare.

I find another mirror and think to summon Dreamer. I don’t want to get too fixated on immediate success, so I say, “Hey, [Dreamer], you can join me if you feel like it!” And in the mirror, Dreamer appears next to me! She sports the usual purple hair, but a heavier build than waking life. I look to my right to catch a direct view of her, but instead of Dreamer, I see my friend “Topspin”! He bears not the slightest resemblance to Dreamer in appearance or personality, being a dude of a completely different height, race, face shape, and demeanor from her. I look back and forth from Dreamer to Topspin. Both of them are smiling at me in amusement and I laugh, saying something like, “Okay, follow along with me if you like!” (Nobody does.)



I walk further along the balcony and see a brown-haired woman in her mid-20s pretending to take pictures by forming her hand into a camera shape. She points her “camera” at me and I’m caught by surprise when it flashes and making a picture-taking noise! I laugh at this and say “Nice one!” She springs up and does these amusing, highly exaggerated photographer poses while taking a few more pictures.

I think she’s hilarious and attractive, and I kiss her. Things turn sexual, but as we head this direction I notice that her reactions are almost precise mirrors of my own. The experience is fun but feels artificial somehow, and I decide to let the dream go in another direction. We’re on a crowded street at daytime now. I give the photographer a hug and afterward she turns around and wanders away. I start down the road, but after a little bit, the dream ends.

As Rumpelstiltskin, I'm singing a verse of an old song from my son's childhood, quiet and bitter and angry. I'm in a room that looks like a private gym - not the sort with weight machines, a room for other kinds of training - and I've been talking with a woman about my son. After singing that one verse, I say that the only thing he'd ever wanted back then had been simple things we already had, things like the sound and feel of the wind through the trees.

The not-Rumpelstiltskin part of me wonders why I'm telling anything personal to this woman - as Rumpelstiltskin, I don't like her or trust her, though we're working together. But I'm so full of rage about my son and the people who've influenced him, and I can't take any sort of action about it right at this moment. I sing the next verse from that childhood song, and that woman puts her arms around my neck, leans her forehead against mine. I'm too focused on my rage and that song to pay much attention to what she does. I don't mind her getting that close to me, but I'm aware any expression of sympathy from her is just an act, not something she's really capable of, any more than I'm capable of feeling sympathy for her.

3:44AM
Joyce from work is holding me like I am a small child. I am trying to fall asleep but can't because she is talking about eating with another lady. I try to talk and move but I feel so sleepy and lethargic. This reminds me of a dream sign and I think I should nose plug but I don't have the energy to try. I really think this might be a dream but I tell myself to give is some more time.

I have an FA were I am trying to DJ but nothing is working right and I can't move. I realize I am dreaming and decide to wait a little longer.

I have another FA in a car. I am with my wife and her mom. I have false memories about camping and fishing. It's a shame we didn't get to fish much after driving all that way. I as my mother-in-law where we went camping. She says Michigan. Thinking of Wurlman I ask were in Michigan. She tells me it was near St. Florentine(not a real place) I an feeling really guilty about having camped in Michigan but totally not going to Wurlman's wedding. I tell her something about my friend living in near there and we should have drove a little farther.

5:05AM
I watch a movie of WWII paratrooper Bugs Bunny diving out of an airplane. His chute doesn't open and he does an impossible belly flop in the water. The environment is realistic but Bug's is cartoon giving it a Roger Rabbit feel. Bugs then tries to deploy his inflatable raft but that's not working either. He swims off.

I am standing in an old fashioned store in Nazi Germany. I am working as a spy with several others. Bugs Bunny is talking about calling customer service about his parachute and raft not working. There is a more modern corded phone on the wall but it is unplugged. I try to help him out but I am afraid of getting caught.

For some reason I am staring off at a wall. A Nazi soldier walk's by and yells at me to get back to work. I drop the phone cord and leave Bugs Bunny to fend for himself. As I wonder around I see there are many unusual items on displays as well as people working on wire harnesses. I tell myself that I used to do that back home and could probably jump back into it to blend in. However, I am not sure why they are building something like this in this time period. Certain items start to look really steampunk and I dismiss it as secret advancement.

I pay close attention to various tools for sale in hard plastic packages. They all look really alien but I can see how each one has a specific use. The detail is extremely vivid and interesting. Had I become lucid I doubt I would have done anything any different.

After a minute or two I find a familiar face. Some guy that looks like celebrity that I don't know the name of. He's one of the other spies. He tells me that he's really working for the Nazi's now and is planning to stay. I notice he is wearing modern clothes but I just think he's not in uniform anymore. He's really quit. I look down and have a brown military uniform on but I am holding a t-shirt with a Captain America symbol on it in black and gray colors distressed colors. I am in some conversation with the man as he walks out of the store. Not wanting to look like I am stealing the shirt, I stop at the door and yell some final words at him. When I turn around, I hear a faint alarm.

I look down at the shirt and see no sensor tag on it but I feel like the alarm is because of me. I look back and see the man come in. I feel like my cover is blown and I begin to hear theatrical pulsing danger music. I tell him that we are in trouble and need to run but he doesn't seem convinced. I say, "Don't you hear the music?" Then is dawns on me that this is related to a lucid dare I was going to try. I know I am dreaming and don't need to nose plug. Unfortunately, the dream crashes right at that moment.

6:48

I am sitting on the couch next to my mom. She tells me my old elementary school teacher, Mr Miles, just passed away and flashes a vivid photo of him. I am said and tell my mom he was my favorite teacher of all time. I cry a little and my wife comforts me. I want to see that picture of him again but my mom can't find it. I take her camera and look through he pictures stored on memory. I ask mom how she knows he died and she tells me that she just talked to his wife. I am confused why she's been talking to her. My mom knows my old teacher's wife? Takes really weird. My vision is blurry and I can't really tell what I am looking for on the camera so I try to look him up online on my laptop. I try to type his name and the town and school he taught in but I can't get anything to work right. All of this reminds me of how when I have a FA and I try to type in my DJ. I think it can't hurt to do a nose plug and I am shocked by the result.

Lucid now, I stand up and run forward into another room with some random DC's chilling in some chairs. I fly around the room with my arm out like an airplane. The DC's smile at me and seem to accept this as normal. There is a strong feeling of G-forces in my gut as I circle around back to the door.

I go back into the living room but it is now a totally different house. It's way more spacious that anything I've even been in and every room and has really light brown thick fluffy carpet. The walls are nearly the same color but it has a serene and heavenly feel to it. I rush through at kitchen with a large island and come to some sort of den or family room. My father is relaxed on a cough giving me a knowing look. I fly around this room a few times but I become preoccupied thinking I had a goal in mind. I try for several seconds but it just wont come to me. Not wanting to ruin the dream, I decide to forget about it.

I come back around to the dad DC and take his hand trying to pull him off the cough. I want him to go adventuring with me but he won't move. For some reason, I notice his hand feels funny. My sense of touch is numbed but his hand feels spongy. I try to ignore it, "Dad, I am having a dream. Get up lets go." He waves me away. "But Dad, it's a lucid dream."

I fall to the floor now and the dream goes dark. I feel the carpet and try to stabilize myself. The plush is deep and I dig in holding on. My left leg twitches and it feel as if I am on my stomach. I wonder if it's my physical body but I know I am not sleeping on my stomach. Then, I feel as if my feet are being pulled up and I wonder if my Dad DC was an actual entity if he sees me being sucked into a vortex from the dream world into the waking world. I can almost see it in my mind. I hear strange noises and then I wake up.

16.11.2014

Signing up for Passionate Mode Fight (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There was some sort of fight, like a challenge in a colosseum and you could get massive glory if you won the fights. These were I believe, fist fights, with no weapons. For some reason, I wanted to compete (I am very gentle in waking life) but I was told not to. I left the building and saw two doors, one said, "Passion" and the other one "Warrior" I figure these would be different fight modes.







I looked back a few times and sneaked into the "Passion" mode as I am passionate. I was unnoticed and I signed up for a tournament. The place in the inside had like graves and some areas were you would pile up bones.

I was talking with my mom and told her about the tournament. I told her that if I got killed she could pick up my bones in some hole. My mom appeared peaceful about that. I also wanted to find my wife, but could not see her.

I saw a fight, there was a young Asian male against some an African american male who appeared much older. The Asian guy kicked the other's guy butt big time and I realized I was going to get hurt big time in there as I could not fight, so I left.

I walked by a restaurant that apparently I worked at. It was 6:22 and my shift was supposed to be from 5:30pm to 6:30pm (some shift that is haha) and there was a co-worker asking me to give him a hand, which I did. As I got into the restaurant, I saw a female who was the manager. She said we all would eat together and they had some nice food. She wanted to see my punch card to make it an upgrade. My punch card was a pin with the shape of a wolf (A pin I own in waking life) As we were about to eat, the phone rang and I pick i up. This was from the tournament reminding me of my fight. They asked me if I wanted to concede or if I was going to fight as it would start in 10 minutes and I was not there. I said I was going to be there (even though I planned not to) and I was glad I gave a fake name.

Dream 1

I was in a car with my brothers and my mom. My mom told us to pick out our stuff so we ran into the supermarket and started taking stuff like cookies and cake. *w* I was so happy but when I brought the cake to the cashier it was kind of mushy and squashed. My brothers and me dropped the rest of the stuff and the cashier girl said it was 300 coins. I was upset though cause I felt it was too much. " Its suppose to be 210 coins!" I said. She than realized her mistake and I gave her the cash.

After that my brothers, mom and I went back home. But there was something wrong with this house. It was huge and looked sort of historical.Another strange thing is that when my mom stepped in and a DC lady who was supposedly her friend came in they kissed on the lips right in front of me. I was like ! "Did they just kiss on the lips or was it just my eyes!?As I continued to walk I noticed how dusty and old some parts of this house or mansion was. So I took a broom and decided to clean the place up.

Seeing the crowd of people and how big this place was though made me realize I was dreaming. As I was walking around with a broom in a dark purple room I could hear a faint voice of a girl. It sounded like she was a bad and mad spirit. She shouted " Why are there less chairs than before!? Who moved the chairs that were here!? " I got scared that she would take her anger out at me so I started running. But what I came across was the most beautiful door or window I have ever seen. It was gynormous and shaped like a arch.Painted gold and filled with brightly lit diamonds of many colors. I was admiring it and was about to climb up the stairs to it when suddenly a tall guy in a suit flew really fast and crashed through it.

I went out through a door and ran to the guy who was laying on his back on the cement."Are you okay?" I asked him. His outfit was yellow and looked like a iron man suit. He said he was fine. Knowing it was a dream I decided to carry him up the steps somewhere but he was sort of heavy so I told him I had to drop him. He was ok with that but all of a sudden a man came up behind me and yelled "Cut!". I was confused and the man said he didn't like me carrying the guy in his movie. After that a few old cartoonish looking shows appeared. They were short though.

When it was over I appeared in a big store where I was telling my brothers I wanted to buy a gold fish that was in a bag. The gold fish was evil though because a spirit was inside it. I than appeared in my room trying to keep the spirit in a sock or tube but it came out.Somehow I defeated it than went to the backyard of the house that was now a gray building.There was a rainbow, a small little blue dog house and plants all around. A cat that had grey and other colored fur came up from behind me and took a pile of grass out with its mouth. Than I woke up.

Dream 2

There was a crazy girl with needles trying to hurt me. But a strong cool looking anime guy was protecting me from every sneaky move she had. It was great~ xD

November 16, 2014

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(Happy birthday to me!)

Being Chased

I was being chased through a flooded school building. I was terrified, because it was Wolverine's brother who was chasing me, and he wanted to fucking KILL me. I tripped at some point and found an old yearbook of some sort, that had an old picture of my mom and her youngest sister when they were teenagers.




God, just PEE on him already!

I was walking around town and met this super patchy but suave guy with a singsong voice. He asked me to go to a fancy dinner with him, and it was amazing. He took me to his top-floor penthouse apartment and was showing me all the fancy remote controlled gadgets in the rooms. Even the bathroom had a remote control for everything. The shower was huge, and luxurious, and there was a pool and hot-tub in the bathroom. Also a hot tub in the bedroom, which is where we went ;D

I thought it was going to be a one-night stand and he would kick me out tomorrow morning, but it turned out he was actually very devoted to me. He kissed me at the door when I left the next morning to go to my classes, and asked me to come back as soon as I could, and gave me the spare key.

When I went back to his place later that day, he wasn't home, but I went inside and was messing around with all the remotes. I took a really long shower and discovered that I could basically snap and switch genitalia. I was shocked but excited, and I realized this was a strange thing to be able to do, and when I looked at my hands I realized I was dreaming.

The suave man with the singsong voice got back right after that, and I realized it was The Face. "I haven't seen you around lately," I told him. I was naked and still in male-genital-form (the boobs were still there, no matter which form).

"Sure you have. You just don't remember." He came toward me and started rubbing me. He asked if I wanted to know what a man's orgasm felt like.

He suddenly stopped though, and decided to first teach me how to pee. It turned into some kinky shit. He handed me like three huge glasses of water and basically said he wanted me to pee on him and then do him in the butt. I was losing my lucidity a bit at this point, getting swept up in his pace. I was just getting to the point where I felt like I had to pee, when a crazy couple busted through the front door. They were trying to get our attention and The Face and I were both pissed, because things were just getting good. We threw them out the window at some point, but the man showed up again. At this point, the intruder was getting dangerous, and threw a knife at me. I was still lucid, but I still flinched, and I saw a panicked look on The Face's face, and he caught the knife. "Don't you hurt her," he said and seemed really angry. I thought, Huh, so he actually cares about me a lot more than I thought.

I was barely lucid at this point, and I remember thinking, God, just PEE on him! That aughta' make him leave!

So I peed on him. I saw The Face's jealous but amused look and remembered I was dreaming. I closed my eyes, and willed the annoying intruder to disappear. When I opened my eyes, he was gone, and The Face was coming closer, looking super duper horny.

But then I woke up. And REALLY had to pee.

In reality, I have stopped smoking cigarette since June 17th, 2014.

In some of my dreams lately, I'm smoking and it's always a trigger to try and become lucid, but last night I couldn't convince myself that I was dreaming despite reality checks. I don't remember all of the reality checks that I did, but I know I tried looking at my hands and at the time and at my phone and surroundings and felt convinced I was not dreaming. I may have even tried plugging my nose, all I remember is that nothing I tried worked to convince myself I was dreaming. Yet I was dreaming.

Maybe I just need to learn some more effective Reality Checks

November 15, 2014

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I was on a train with my dad, and there was some sort of trouble. He had to get off the train so he could get some gas for his car, for some reason. He would rive the car to the next stop and get back on the train. We were going through the Midwest on our way to the West Coast (having gotten on the train in New York)

When he got off the train, I went to sit with an older, friendly looking hiker.


I spaced out and someone else had joined us. We all became friends, and there was a long break stop. They wanted to get some fresh air, so they got off the train and I stayed to watch all their stuff. But the train only stopped for like a minute and left without them! I was worried, because I still had all their stuff and was wondering how they would get back to where they needed to go...

There was a point where it was night time, and the train was on a super elevated rail above a fairly large city. It may or may not have been the Big City on my dream map, but I don't think it was. If felt more like a different coastal city I often dreamt about when I was a kid. Anyways, all the pretty lights were going by, and the buildings were all so colorfully lit. It was fascinating and I just watched it for the longest time.

Eventually I got to the destination, got off the train with my lost companions' things, and found my mom and brothers waiting for me. I called my dad to let him know I had gotten off the train (it was actually a few stops before I had planned to arrive at)

My dream reminded me of the book The Odyssey so that is what I am calling it. If you don't know the plot of The Odyssey don't worry about it; it has no significance in the dream.

The setting of this dream was medieval/wild west/modern. People wore medieval armor and carried swords, but they usually also had guns like winchesters, revolvers, etc. Besides that, things were modern. There were phones, trains, cars, etc.

I was an older brother, and my younger brother had sworn an oath against me or something. He might have been a step-brother or something. It was not a love-hate relationship though, it was a hate-hate-hate relationship. He used anything he could to ruin things for me. He would lie, cheat, steal and manipulate his way into ruining my day and taking my things.

Fast forward awhile, until we were both well into our twenties and living on our own (I think we were kids before, or younger adults). I was doing pretty well for myself. This part is really hazy, but I knew he did something really bad.

Fast forward another 20 years or so. I had grey hair now, and I was doing very well. I had a wife and kids, and a very nice house. My brother hadn't done anything for a long time. One day, him and a bunch of scary looking wild west type people showed up at my house and evicted me. They had legal leverage as well as force, and they would probably kill me if I refused. So they smashed my house, and kicked me out (my family didn't play a big part in the dream, I only saw them like twice). He wanted the house, and he wanted to ruin my livelihood, but he also had some kind of scheme for himself and for some reason a key part of it was me going into "foreclosure".

I moved to some island. It was about the size of an estate. I could build a nice grand house, a dock, and I could have a nice life going in no time. There was also a WWII tank on the island for some reason. It was fully functional except for the gun, which was malfunctioning. Suddenly I realized there was a modern tank next to me (I was in the old one). A voice came out of it, "Hey, I just want to talk". It was my brother. He said, "You see, foreclosure means you can't own any property, so unfortunately I can't let you live here". I was already enraged at the fact that he would even show his face near me, but when he said this I came close to attacking him. Until I realized he had a modern tank (with the gun functioning) and a band of really scary looking 1800s dudes with guns.

So I left, and went to some family gathering on my wife's side of the family. There, I realized, was my salvation. I gathered up willing members of her family, and my friend, who had his own posse of people. We got our weapons and prepared to take back what was mine.

It turned into a massive horse-back wild west gunfight, but everyone had armor. Somehow I lost my horse and as I was running over a bridge I saw one of my guys bleeding out on the ground. I splashed some water on the wound, which apparently made it better, and continued. I eventually reached my brother's hide-out. He only had one goon left, but that guy had a dagger and was about to kill two of my guys. I ran up and hit him in the head with an axe I was holding. Then, I saw my brother, and all his servants. Some of them had wronged me, but the worst of them were traitors who I had trusted. They were just sneering. For some reason there were also people who were not involved in the conflict. They were just bystanders, but they were in the group of people that I was fighting. I charged, swinging my axe left and right until there was only my brother left (and the bystanders, of course.... strangely, they didn't seem to care that there was a bloody battle going on right in front of them). For some reason I randomly forgave him, and decided that instead of killing him I would just banish him from my life forever.

I don't remember much, so...

I know I was with my parents. We're going to NY in January, and I think I was dreaming about that. We got into a building and we had made reservations. The doorman told us to take the elevator cause the doctor (?) was waiting for us. So we took the elevator, and it was really old. It kinda broke down, the doors opened. There were lots of people outside. They were trying to open a door to the stairs, but they couldn't and they were desperate. Finally, I saw a corridor that would lead us to reception area, where there were also some restaurants.

We left the elevator, got to the reception area and sat down. Lots of people were there, it looked a but like an airport. Then, this man showed up. I knew he was evil. Suddenly, I knew I had to leave, so I started taking my stuff (which, for some reason, included random pieces of clothes I had put on a chair and my laptop). This being (?) opened a hole at the wall for me, so I told my parents to go first and I'd keep the evil man busy. I dunno what I told him, but he finally agreed to let us leave, but I'd have to take a woman with me. She was his partner? ally? Something. Anyway, she left the shower wearing a towel, so I showed her I had taken some stuff already, including a hairbrush. She was mad, not at me, but she was all "that bastard cheated on me and left that stupid hairbrush here and there's pee on it". So I took my dog, that showed up there out of the blue, and ran away.