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So I was in my kitchen. There is some strange man there trying to convince me to eat a cold eggo waffle with chocolate chips and cheddar cheese on it. I tell him this is the single most disgusting thing that I have ever seen and that I refuse to eat it.

I was in some kind of zombie apocalypse, driving in a Jeep-like vehicle with another man. He ends up driving into a wall, crashing and dying. I get out of the car and see a zombie horde coming down the hill. The world we are in looks like fallout.
I start running back the other way we are driving. I have a large machine-gun like weapon that fires some special type of ammunition. However it seems as though I can only harm the zombies when they are within say, 50 feet of me.
I retreat under a highway overpass, where I end up getting cornered. My machine gun runs out of ammo and I switch to my secondary. A small handgun that fires some kind of special bullets. Supposedly it was supposed to be used by the president for defense during the zombie apocalypse, but the president had died and I had found the weapon.
There were only a couple of zombies left by this point, so I figured I could finish them off then hopefully find some more ammo. I started shooting but realized that the pistol was completely ineffective. The zombies pushed me onto the ground. One of them started talking, saying that it was going to take a lot more than that to kill them. He has one of the special bullets stuck in his head. The special bullet has these radiator fins on the side.
Then the zombies came down on me and just as they were about to rip me apart and eat me, I lost the dream.

8/7/14

Last night bed at 11pm - 5:50am

Alarm woke me up just as I was taking pictures of wild mustangs on the hill from my window.

DR
Someone alerts me that I have left my dog outside. I remember letting him out to go potty, so as I look throught the sliding glass door to the backyard, I get a mental image of my black lab pooping.

But as I look, it's not him, but some shaggy black dog. I step out to make sure my lab doesn't attack him when he sees him. But the dog is hurrying away, following an older woman, who seems to be a transient.

They are walking off from my yard to the bushes on the hill righ behind my house. I see her dog is looking at something in the distance. I look and I see some animals. I'm thinking those are the usuall deer we get there often. But as I zoom in, I can tell they are a small herd of about 8 wild mustangs.

I'm amazed. I decide to ran and get my camera from upstairs. But I'm running up the long, dusty hill that is now how you get to upstairs. I grab the camera and rush to the window on the first floor. I can still see them, although I thought they will not be tere anymore, since the hill I had to ran up was so big and it took me a long time.

I see a black bronco rearing up and and I'm like "hell, I gotta take a picture of this, this is awesome". I push the button, but forgat to turn it on first. So I turn it on and bronco is still on his hind legs, as if fighting with the other horse. I see the indicator on my camera flashing red for the battery and I'm hoping I can snap at least one good picture.

DR
about the training that just ended yesterday : D

Dream - Lucid

I was at my parents' house. I kept thinking there was a place where I had a hidden stash of weed from a long time ago, since I could control my smoking more (IWL I gave up weed a year and a half ago). I "remembered" getting some and only smoking a little, and putting the rest away. In fact, I "remembered" doing this on multiple occasions. I feel as if my mom and I talked about this at some point.

Then, I was in a restaurant with my old friend, Sean. He looked much, much younger though; he looked like a chubby 11 year old version of himself. His dirty, light brown hair was medium-length, wavy, and a bit shaggy. He even had a more high-pitched, prepubescent voice. We were sitting down across from one another at a table in the middle of the restaurant. People kept walking by and saying hello to him and chatting with him. I wondered if they noticed the difference in his voice and appearance.

Then, we were at some party at my parents' house. It was nighttime. Sean was there, but I don't remember who else was.

I then fell asleep in my bed. I woke up, and did not see anyone there from the party anymore. I looked at my phone, and it was on a screen that said that people could return to MTSU (my old college) because the warning was over. I was thinking about what could have happened. Was there bad weather or something?

I then was watching a scene of people using the top half of people's heads to scoop some white liquid out of a dumpster. It had something to do with the warning I received on my phone. At first, I couldn't believe that they were using people's heads, and that it must be something else. But it wasn't. It was definitely people's heads. The scene continued on to showing people standing outside their homes, tossing heads around to each other, and using them to bail out some other substance. It may have been water, but I can't remember. I saw a guy with a mohawk's head get tossed in front of someone and landing on the ground, slightly startling the person it landed in front of. I also saw the detail of another, younger guy's face on one of the disembodied heads. No one seemed disgusted by the disembodied heads they were handling.

I think Sean was with me as we were watching, and I was talking about how terrible and disrespectful it was of people to do this. I was very upset.

~

I was at some kind of get together. Many people were there. The one person that I really remember being there though was an ex from many years ago, Jarrod, though you could not tell by looking. Instead of blonde, his hair was scraggly, medium length and brown now (a bit longer than Sean's from my last dream), and he definitely looked older. But his height, mannerisms and the way he walked were the same. He kept his distance from me.

I was then inside a restaurant, a new one here in town called Peter D's, sitting in a booth with some friends. I had gotten offered a waitress job from there. I accepted the offer, and thought about how I have just changed jobs again for the second time in a month's time. I then thought about waitressing and holding trays. I knew I'd learn how to do it in no time. I was excited!

I then was at a party of Peter D's people. Apparently, Jarrod worked there too; I saw him in the distance again. I knew he was avoiding me for whatever reason; maybe he thought it was better that way. I understood why he would think that. He then started to walk in my direction, but did not approach me. He was going to get in his car. As he was passing me, I got his attention.
"I just want you to know that I value the time we had together. You taught me so many things." IWL, I do feel this way, even if I didn't for awhile.
His response seemed happy. He lit up a bit when I said that. I don't remember his verbal response, however. But it made me feel like we had some sort of closure with one another. I was happy, and he seemed happy as well. He was then in his car, which was a dark red car with the driver's side door bashed in a little bit.

Then, there was this contest that had to do with my old middle school. We were there, though it looked different. We were still at the party, however; it was part of it. We were split into teams, and, as a team, we had to roll a die. The number we got told us what we won. A guy from our team rolled the die. It seemed to just keep rolling and rolling for a long time. Finally, it stopped on...7. Yes, our six-sided die stopped on 7, which, in the dream, didn't seem abnormal at all. We had won the opportunity to take some 7th period history test on the computer...woo...what a prize. I thought to myself that that didn't seem like much of a prize compared to all the others (which I can't remember what those were anymore). We went into a room with some computers in it, and took the test. I think there were people watching us, students, I believe. I don't remember anything about the test.

What a completely crazy night!!
I wonder if I might sometimes really forget these things - or it's an absolute new one: four lucid episodes - I kid you not!!
I did a WBTB relatively early in the night - after hardly four hours.
They were all reasonably long, even if I didn't get something done, not overly much. But I went about stabilizing exercises - and sometimes to good effects!
Recall was excellent again directly upon waking - but I didn't dictate in between and so former normal dreams are lost, which I did have upon middle of night waking.
Oh - edit: And what is really funny - I was pretty tipsy if not drunk upon falling into bed - friend of mine had been coming around for playing darts, and drinking is somewhat traditional, at least I indulged in it despite expecting negative effects on dreaming - nope!


LD #1: I get lucid out of the blue, while looking at an intricately patterned curtain, do a nose-plug and yepp - lucid. Thinking of the last one, I do as if nothing was and walk out of the building. It is a pretty lucid - not of otherworldly shine and beauty - but compared with what I often have - half dark and visual troubles of some sort, something dissolving when I look at it - it's really good. So I decide this is going to be it - walking about and looking for a while. I remembered the comp, but didn't care - what counted for me was keep stuff as is and not endanger it with being ambitious.

It's not a DEILD-chaining, the next one - but I woke up drank a sip of lemonade and rolled back on over and start to dream normally and then

LD #2: Almost directly after starting to dream, I notice it again and do the nose-plug. This time, I think 5 senses - again not comp, really - I just want it fully realistic. So I look about, which again works nicely enough, if nothing special, and I hear things and then I go to a cabinet and smell it - doesn't smell - so I take a bite - tastes like rice-crispies or something, makes crackling noises as well. Then - mistake - I pat myself down and the cabinet, which leads to an absurd attraction - I have to admit it - I get "involved" with said cabinet and wake up in the process - dayam - don't even need people for this sort of mishap...

Then there was a regular dream or anyways more time in between and then:

LD #3: Meanwhile I think - heey - wow - lucid again!! No dreamsign and no RC needed to find out - it's simply obvious within, that it is again a dream. I dutifully do a nose-plug for the point, and this time I want to do something for the comp. But I was too stupid to in the middle of the night or the evening before incubate something, definitively not expecting even more lucids. So I stand there and remember parts of the long lists of dream-control stuff to do - and nothing takes my fancy. Forgot my rest of the 3-stepper completely, and my personal task - so I think I try telekinesis again, because that wasn't easy, but did work. I try it with different things - with a stool first, and it doesn't move - with a cushion - and it also doesn't move. I remember the leaves then, and that I had waved my arms about wildly in front of a heap of them (but from a distance). So I do that again, with the cushion, shout at it, too - and it levitates a bit, ruffling about in itself, but it's not exactly satisfactory - and I wake up.

Similar like the first couple - I don't stay still or fall asleep instantly again - but right in the next dream I get lucid again.

LD #4: This time I had reminded myself of the superflight stuff still being open, do an RC and take to the air from standing, which was satisfying, a bit with imagining gravity reversing for me and with the usual swimming thing as a means to direct the path - but - I lose optics and wake up. I guess it's good to stay on ground for a while for stability's sake...

Dream #1: A story with my ex-boyfriend, and the flat from last night played a role as well - he was totally over-tired after having worked through more than 24 h, and I put him in my bed in the flat from last night, the one originally belonging to my gay friend there. I could write more, but I hope this is enough for now - no - nothing happened in that bed, at least not that I remember, I just put him there to sleep.
Edit: And I mentioned the details because of the in-dream-remembering of a prior dream element, which I find to be a curious phenomenon. Some features even seem to take on a sort of life of their own in dream-land, become a fixture, almost...
Na - the story was more of me convincing him to stop working finally and give over to somebody else and come rest somewhere. Now upon editing much of it is lost, and I'm not even sure, if it's true, that I woke up, when he fell asleep, more or less..? Whatever.

Dream #2: Horrible nightmare - birthday party for me supposedly, with family, and an ex-stepfather of mine is there, plus a supposed new one with my mother, my grandmother, my real father with my two half-siblings and a couple of others. It's a hate-fest, lets say it so - my mother and her (ex-) partners are positively mean to me and each other, my father sits there perplexed and half amused, half taken aback. I get quite angry, try to hold it down and not explode. I know if I do, they will demolish me, expecting it, baiting me.
After a while I jump up from the table and say to my brother and sister - lets go mountain-hiking - which we do. We've been in an open air restaurant directly in the mountains - they are relieved and happy to get away from it, too. So does my father - he leaves as well.
There's a funny scene with a little girl showing us the way, maybe 4 years and in traditional dress, but with shining orange eyes - like an evil sprite - but we know, she wants no bad - she's just too fast for us - jumping like a mountain-goat from stone to stone, so she disappears in front of us. We're hiking, and it has several scenes, but finally we come back down to that party. Still everybody is there, my father is back, and still people are insulting and reproaching each other, but they happily turn their attention back on me again, too much recall for my liking...
I woke up in a huge sweat from that - the last scene was my mother holding my hands tight in hers, and I knew, if I wanted to get away, I'd have to break hers, or mine, or both our bones. I wake up before anything breaks, while still straining and trying to figure out what to do.

I almost never have a proper nightmare with some sort of monster or danger or something - I believe I journalled only around three of such a tendency over my whole time on DV. Oh - and one monster I remember now was a "horror-rabbit" in black with red eyes - not even overly big - but one sinister rodent that was - it needed only look at me to curdle the blood in my veins...
My nightmares tend to be of a social kind, if I have them, which is luckily also rather rare - but that was one!!



Fragment #1: Trying to find my glass with dry red-wine back, there are lots on the table, but all have sweet wine and belong to somebody else - I don't find it, but people get pissed off because of me touching their glasses and leaving prints. Not that I tried their wine - nope - dirtied their glasses...

Fragment #2: My grandmother in hospital, very sick...

5:52 p.m.

I was in an Amway event. I was with mom. It's along city streets, but not familiar. My orientation of it was somehow near Greenfields (where there's a weekly Saturday bazaar). I was talking to the woman who's selling the tickets for another event/promo. Mom wanted to join but I can only afford one at the time. I asked the woman questions about whether the ADC in Shaw transferred. She mentioned some other unfamiliar places, but she's also unsure.

I was walking down a wavy path, bordered by plants and then some sort of plant hangers above. The "wave" is just like a sea wave, i.e. up and down, not sideways. There was supposed to be some sort of zip line to make the travel easier, but I didn't take it. It was easy enough. I had a sense of deja vu, like I was there before. I met up with some friends who also took the path.

Nearby, there were some pagans praying or praising someone or something. I think they were praising or chanting one old woman's name, but the old woman didn't want it so she chanted something else, a name of a deity or nature. Everyone else followed.

I was in a restaurant. Or was it a fast food chain? I was with a friend (Amben?). I was going to order something. I also had a feeling of deja vu, like I've been in these places in other dreams.

NOTES:

- Slept at around 9:30 a.m.
- Ate in Jollibee last night (I didn't sleep after).

I was not myself. I was female. I think I was working for se sort of law enforcement organization. I was trying to "entrap" someone to try to reveal what they did illegal about a house. My boss reminded me to not purger myself in the process, and in this dream any lie seemed to be close to purgery.

So I had my first lucid in months!! And the first lucid in Sensei's competition. It was so much fun! Yay!

I woke up at 7.30 this morning and I wrote down 3 dream fragments. I probably could have dug deeper and remembered at least on of them fully, but I'm stuggling with the motivation to write the dj. and so they stayed only fragments. I then lay awake for a bit thinking I would do a WBTB, I was awake for maybe 20 minutes? Then I got comfy again and tried to go to sleep. I repeated a mantra to myself for a minute or two about how I would fall asleep and realize I was in a dream. After a while of twisting and turning, not being able to fall asleep I did a nose plug, and I could breathe! Only through one of my nostrils, but I could breathe!! But how could it be? I was still in my bed trying to fall asleep! But wait, was I? I looked around and realized I wasn't in my bed after all. I was on a mattress on the floor somewhere else. I got up and went to the bathroom, doing another nose plug (I couldn't believe I was lucid) still could breathe, but only through one nostril. I kept my nose plugged for a while, wondering how I could do that and not "choke" in real life, I then realized it's only my dream body that's got its nose plugged... Even though I was lucid my awareness was low at this stage. I suddenly realized I was standing in a bathroom scrubbing the toilet and I thought "I'm not using my LD to scrub down a filthy toilet!!" So I stood up and tried to remember my goals. I remember the competition and some of the tasks. Should I try flying? I have had a plan that if I did become lucid I would summon a 'musical muffin', eat it and try to sing! So I placed my hands behind by back and thought "when I bring my hands in front of me again there will be a musical muffin in my hands. And there was! It was a bit unclear/hazy, but had a creamy cheese topping with a 'musical note' as a decoration. I hurried to take a bite, and as I did I wondered how it didn't taste anything. After eating a bite of it I tried to sing - very quietly, because I was afraid someone might hear me. And I was disappointed, my voice was even poorer than in real life. LOL! Here the dream gets a little blurry, I can't remember quite what happened, but I think I had a FA where the nose plug RC failed.

I also remember dreaming about writing in my dj about both the lucid dream and some other dreams - it's so frustrating waking up and realizing you have to do it all over again, haha. All in all I remember 4 fragments, 2 dreams and 1 LD! A very, very good night! I'm so happy!

A question though: Did I just have my first WILD, or was this just a regular DILD? Did kind of feel like a DILD, but then I really thought I was still awake so it might have been a WILD... I've heard so much talk about the weird sensations one gets when wilding, and I didn't feel any of that...

First journal, I was able to recall 3 dreams, all after I woke up at my scheduled WBTB time. Recall isn't great, but better than I usually have:

1. I was speaking with one of my friends, who I believe took the form of one of my students (I was a sculpting teacher for a time) he's an older guy, and he was criticizing my lifestyle and how he felt I spent too much of my time slacking off. I then blew him off and we had a bit of a falling out. He seemed to become quite a bit younger at that point and went of with a few other people, there seemed to be a dispute and the othe people he was with starting beating him up. I went to his aid and pulled the other guys off him. It was then later in the night and one of my roommates was there, she was having dinner with a man named Mario but then had to go off to a party, my brother was there and ot a call that the party didn't go well and then it ended.

2. I was in a school of sorts, not quite a high school or a college, the students seemed to be about high school age but it was far larger than my high school. There was also the idea that we were living there full time in a sort of dormitory situation, but there was a large sink in the corner of the main classroom we were supposed to use for bathing, not sure how that was supposed to work. I remember there being a number of clubs including a 3D animation club and I had a rather large tear in my pants I seemed to do a decent job of covering up.

3. I was in some sort of bar or cantina in the middle east somewhere. The dream seemed to center around me trying to get a drink that I enjoyed, but I couldn't find anything at the soda fountain I wanted. I seemed to be getting inexplicably drunk and I tried to stumble to what I assume was my home. A man noticed me in my state and offered to take me back to his place to make me some pancakes. I woke up before I got to enjoy the pancakes.

So I go to sleep all nice and relaxed using some techniques from ETWOLD, I confirm to myself I will wake up after my dreams which I do. I wake up around 06:20 but before I realize I'm awake I already move a bit, I relax and try the 'counting to sleep' which goes good but distracting thoughts make me unable to pass 40. I eventually fall asleep and wake up to my normal alarm 09:00 and decide to give it another chance as I'm more tired now. Guess what? The alarm of the dryer goes of and once again I'm the only person upstairs, I didn't even bother cleaning out the filters, just shut it off all together. Off cours I was too awake for anything right now and the best thing of all. I forgot atleast 3 dreams I had because of this, atleast we're making progress on the relaxing techniques and auto-suggestion. It's morning as I'm typing this which I don't do very often but I will probably read a lot of ETWOLD today.

Plan for next night:

-Auto-suggest waking up after dreams

-Using the 'counting to sleep' technique

-Archieve lucidity


Plan for when I'm lucid:

Pay extreme attention to environment and any change in feeling that might be different from reality to have more LDs in the future.

00:00 Thursday 2014-08-07

1mg melatonin to counteract family bedtime drama (yet again)
this night and last night 1 cup body builder protein powder mix with milk

00:49 bedtime

wakings during the night, build running list of dreams recalled, worked on this list probably at least 3 times during the night

09:11 final waking

+ I'm in a non-descript hallway like a school hallway, I see at the end of the hallway (through a door?) a bloody bear is coming after me I keep trying to dodge it running in a small circle in and out of two close doors between the hallway and a room, trying to keep the wall between the bear and me, it gets its paws on me eventually

+ solving a complex math problem with dad, the bosses gave him approval to try to solve it in 5 minutes, I think that's bogus (it's our problem and I've solved it the bosses have no right to try to take ownership of it, the 5 minute limit is just a token "gift" to us, they intend to steal it), I've already solved it in a nice closed form the fractions are kind of messy though, I also have graphed it, my dad is doubtful of my solution, I have many pages of the solution worked out

+ driving at night through a suburban area, take two right turns into a complex, turn into a driveway, enter house, high school friends there, eating huge grilled chicken/garlic, some older guys there creating a marketing presentation on "edible plastic" featuring the west coast, wording drawn on what looks to be a large rectangular cake.

+ solving a computer design problem: apple can only add 32 in a loop, that's why it's so slow, I realize a single multiply of 32 is all that's required, it's a huge improvement, then I realize that a single shift is all that's required, the company builds a large shiny new prototype based on my new design

+ outside nighttime lots of people college housemates there's a battle coming I'm reassuring a girl that it will be OK, call out to opponents to start, I do a series of high jumps descending down on to my friend NI who holds the key to starting, landing clumsily commenting about "let's begin before I break my neck", people are upset that William Shattner is heavily modified, final scene prepared between the demon and Captain Kirk

+ rubbing my hands up and down a girl's back from her shoulders down to her waist, holding her tightly, her back is to me, it's some sort of exercise not a romantic encounter, she says she likes it

This dream that I've been having lately has reoccurred several times. Each time I have this dream it's a little bit different from the previous time, but it's all basically the same details. I'm being chased by a man, specifically the man who lives beside me in reality. He is a rapist pedophile, as he is in reality, and he is pursuing me, his intentions to rape me of course. He is chasing me through my bedroom and through my house as I panic and run, begging my mother to do something while she deliberately ignores me. I try in every dream to call 911 but my phone will change numbers, such as 1 becoming a 4 due to technical complications. So I've lost all hope and I am desperately afraid of the man as he corners me. At the last minute before he can rape me, the man I'm in love with in reality runs in and attacks the rapist, pushing him to the floor. It's quite violent and bloody but the man I love in reality usually destroys the rapist in ways such as the one he used last night, ripping the rapists' flesh out of his neck in chunks with his teeth and ripping the skin off the arms. The man I love usually ends up covered in blood, blood in his teeth, blood in his hair, blood on his hands, blood on his shirt and he is soothing me in the corner I've hidden myself in. He holds me in his blood soaked arms and kisses me on the head to calm me down, telling me the danger is gone while my blue carpet absorbs the blood of the dead rapist. That's how most of my dreams go; either me saving the man I love or the man I love saving me, each dream gory and bloody beyond thinkable amounts.

08-05-14 DILD. Completed Bonus TOTM. I was already in a DILD climbing up a building when I again thought of TOTM. I looked down on a street and thought about what the bonus task might be. It seemed to me that it had something to do with cartoons. Maybe create a cartoon DC? No, but that seems close. It must be something were I need to change an item from realistic into a cartoon version while observing the changes? Yes, it is something close to that. I will start there and see if more comes to mind. I watched as a white van came slowly up the street. How to make it transform into a cartoon version of itself?

I focus on the shading caused by light and shadow and erase all of that. Now it has a even white color with no shading. I try to imagine this is causing a 2D effect. It works and the van becomes fake looking. It is still driving down the road, but the effect is a bit like a cartoon van driving down a real road.

I am now down on the street level. I use thought to shrink only the front end of the van. It looks very funny, like a circus mirror effect. I sit indian style about 2 feet off the ground (floating). I start following the van up the street and it turns onto a faster busy road.

I realize now that the task is not so much change things into cartoons, as just shange things in interesting effects. I do this on perhaps 4 more cars. I try new colors, change the brightness, and metalic glints in the paint, enhance the crome strips. I had great fun with a copper colored sports car. I took a plain ordinary car and changed it to copper, then added a galvinezed effect to the paint. Then caused crome to appear every where. Next I stretched out just the lower half of it. It looked like some weird preditor car.

I woke up naturally soon after that.

08-05-14 This is just a short DILD. The task was to have a DC tell you a word in another language and what it means. My mother siad "BIORK" as in she wants to go to the Biork. I asked her what Biork was and she showed me a big card with the word spelled out on it. I was suprised that it was easy to read and stable.
I asked her to be more clear, and a image of her going to a place flashed. Ok, so Biork is a place, but what kind of place?

A place to get food.

A market?

No, it is behind the market. You sit down and eat prepared food.

So Biork means restraunt?

No, specifically it is behind the market.

Wait, is Biork the name of a restraunt you like? That would be a proper noun. I do not think that counts.

It is not the name of a restraunt. An image flashes, this time of my mom going into a grocery market and up to a counter in the market to get food.

Oh! So Biork = a place in the back of a food market where you can sit and eat prepared food. Much like a deli counter you can eat at.

8/6/14

Last night bed 10pm - 3:30 am (work)

DR:

I'm in a room, and there is a woman on the far side, at the wall. Not sure what happens to her, but suddenly there is another woman, dressed in colorful clothes. She somehow jumps on the wall, while she is standing with her back facing the wall. )Like those guys in games dressed in velcro suits jumping on a vertical wall and getting stickied there.)

She is held to the wall by her back, while her arms and legs are moving. Now she is on fire, but only her edges. This is turning into a nightmare and a feel some dark force.

I hurl a large knife at her, to stop the evil. But my knife falls to the ground short of her.


DR:

I'm walking down a boardwalk at some recreation area. A guy tries to pour some water on me from his water bottle. I dodge it, then I see him as he walks few steps away from me. He looks drunk or high. His balding hair is all wet, so is his white wife-beater tanktop. Two people tackle him to the ground. I run there and put my knee up on the boardwalk to kneel on his chest. We are holding him down till police comes. Suddenly he is listless as he is laying face down and he starts to vomit. I look at my hand and his vomit is on it. I shake it off.

Dream 1

I'm at work in the kitchen relaxing because the restaurant isn't very busy and an order comes in for 4 pizzas. I'm on that section and I think ahhhh I cba. The order was 2 Chicken and Pesto pizzas and two Prima Goats Cheese pizzas. I walk out and the table pretty closest to me was 4 girls. They must of been the ones who ordered. I thought, its quiet, they're pretty hot, I'll make epic pizzas. So carefully rolled them out etc. Cooked them, I got three out and put them under the pass and the 4th one I dropped on the floor. Ffs. This meant I had to make another which was effort. Quickly I rushed that one and made it. I put it under the pass and the boss said angrily to me. 'Theres no feta cheese on it', he made me put that one and heat it up in the oven again. Under pressure I went to get it out and I almost dropped it again. It was dangling on the side and I shouted him to help me. We got it on the plate luckily but alot of the sauce dripped on his shirt. He didn't notice so I didn't mention it. He was already mad enough. I was ready for my break then another order of 4 pizzas came in. I was glad to wake up.

Dream 2

Some bomb had gone off over the city, everything became like the start of an apocalypse. I chose my squad, which was basically my family and a few others and we had to survive. Me and another team member were ill and we had to find supplies quickly. We drove and the sky looked fiery, it looked like the end of the world. We seen a place which we knew would have medicine. We had to hook up to this machine in the building which connected into a power supply with 4 wires and you inject 1 into your arm. There was 3, 1 was working fine. I got the girl strapped up to this first. My one wasn't working. The third one had no wires. So I took the wires from my one and plugged them into the 3rd one then injected my arm. Knowing I would survive I took them out. I got my radio and I warned nobody to come to the city of Coventry it was very dangerous. Then I found the guy who owned the place was a pedophile and we were angry and had to leave.