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walking some steps, there are people around me, they speak another language, i teach one of them to say "stop" and hold out her hand like she is stopping someone. I have her stop the line of people. They ask whos Moses, and point to me, then I tell some story in their language, which they must of thought I could not speak, and we start talking about the mysteries and mercies of God.

Dream 1
Not lucid
around 7:30-830.


I foundmyself at work at a resturant I didnt recognize anybody there but I seemed to be buddies with one of the people and was telling them that I was getting off of my shift soon and that I was going to head down to the bar down the road and get a few drinks. they seemed to understand so I went to the bar and waited around. While i was there I saw an old boss of mine and he walked up and was like great job tonight Jon! you did well its great seeing you again. I looked at him confused but smiled and said ahh well thank you! we chatted for a bit but I dont recall about what time went on and I saw my coworker come in and started to talk to him. While i was talking to him I started to play with some Starwars toys but I became part of it. We were fighting me (a good guy) and something that looked like darth vader. We had our light sabers out and were swinging around and I jumped off onto the falcon and it pulled away. I could hear my coworker like oohhhhhhh Darth vader buddy your in trubble now! You cant fight him way over there but watch out for his speacial weapon. As he was saying that I made my lightsaber grow to a great lenght and i knocked darth vader off his ship. I walked around on the ship with my buddy and some droid kind of people began to attack and I felt this rush of energy go past me i just missed an ultimate move from LUX from the game League of legends. I thought What was that? Well if they can use that so can i..... So i looked ahead and saw some people and used my move as well almsot hitting my coworker. I then woke up.

man its ben a while since i lucideded this is awesome
and i did it in such a classy way.

i was lifting these garbage cans up and was really struggeling until i sorta realized that i could just pick em up if i believed i could pick em up. so then i lifted em really high and was liike perfect. didnt rejister that it was a dream til like a lil after

so then
i was at a playground at myold grammar school and realizd wait this smy be a dream. i looked at my hands and started rubbing them together while repeating. i am dreaming. as i spoke the clairtyof what i was saying got better and better and the detail of my vision got better. for example i saw my hands and i focused on alll the little wrinkles and creases. i counted my fingers and on my right hand id count 7 and then like 3 more would pop up . so crazy!!

then i looked around and saw the world clearly, there was beautiful trees tall as could be in the horizion soaring way up into thesky. i decidied id go for a fly and swam up into the air, i kicked like how a frog swims and was saoaring high. i knew that it was adream and i didnt have to even dothat motion but i did it anyway. as i was in the air flying around i thought ot ymself Nat would lbe so proud if she could see me flying in the air like this!! then i tried to fly over a tellephone pole and failed hahaah. i landed on the ground and tried to recenter the dream by repeating the mantra i am dreaming but then i went into a darkness and woke up.guess i shoulda jus stayed still and tried to WILD back in o welll fuck it it was fun

February 25th, 2014

Mantra: あの草原に行きたい (I want to go to that field) 夢を見ることを分かってます (I will realize I'm dreaming)

Playing music as I tried MILD did not work out. I woke up around 2:30 am and tried it. Finally turned it off around 4 am. It kept my mind so aware, I couldn't fall asleep at all. I was up until around 5am and started dozing off around then.

5am lucid

While trying to fall asleep, I thought of moving to the couch to see if it would help. As I dozed off, I dreamed I had moved to the couch and was paralyzed. I remember seeing the TV off in front of me and feeling one of the blankets I use on the couch over me. I was in an upright position, slouched. I thought, I need to get unparalyzed and into bed, I don't want to fall asleep out here. Then I realized I am already in bed. I didn't like the feeling of being paralyzed so woke myself up.

Sleeping on my back triggered the paralysis. I rarely sleep on my back, but tried it to see if I would fall asleep.

Another attempt to try lucid dreaming was a total bust. Tried to get into a comfortable position to be in as less pain as possible and not hear my own wheezing and whistling from my chest. My doctor said that because I'm overweight it's putting pressure on the lungs, resulting in me wheezing and whistling when I'm in a relaxed mood. It certainly doesn't help when trying to sleep on top of the tinitus ringing in my ears and acid indigestion from having drank a fair amount of cola before going to bed, and unending pain in my arms and hands no matter what position I lay in.

For a while sleep wasn't going to happen, I kept tossing and turning in bed and coughing, until suddenly I got into a very relaxed mood and felt I was going to drop asleep any minute. I began the slight finger movements, and my whole body started to tingle. I kept with it, keeping the mind clear as best I could. The whole thing must've lasted 20 seconds, maybe longer. Suddenly the body stopped tingling and it seemed like the room was getting bright as my vision was seeing white light that was getting brighter and brighter and my body felt a little like it was defying gravity. Did I make it I wondered. Already my question was answered, no I didn't. I could hear my husband snoring next to me, I could hear my breathing rattling, and the moment I raised a hand to pinch my nose I felt the stiff pain in the hand. I pinched my nose anyways, and definitely wasn't able to breathe through it. I had to settle for a standard dream again that night.

A few dreams came and went from my ever sleeping, waking and sleeping again pattern, despite that I'm on tablets that are supposed to have a sedative effect to prevent me from having disturbed sleep at night. The only one I could remember was that I was playing Final Fantasy 11. I was on my chocobo in Sauromuge Champaign with an alliance of people looking for HNMs. I was using a mod to tell me what monsters were around and was trying to find the new HNM that was there. I saw giant birds in the zone called Roc and shouted out excitedly "I found it, Roc!" "That's a normal monster now" said someone else. "Oh yeah, I forgot" I said as I saw yet another bird called Roc. I reached the area where the HNM spawned and saw lots of people in the area camping it. "I doubt we'll get this one, there's lots of people here, lots and lots of them" I said. "We'll try anyways" said another guy. "How do we get up there?" said another who used a person to person warp to arrive at my spot. "You'll have to go through Garlaige Citadel of the past and come out of that maw" I said, looking up at the maw above me on an unreachable ledge. Small baby elephants were spawning in the area and the other campers were killing them all. I was seeing new names appearing on my mod but I didn't recognise any of them. Any one of them could've been the HNM but I could barely see what else was going on besides small elephants and large birds being attacked by various people. The dream ended very shortly afterwards.

Morning of February 25, 2014. Tuesday.



I am in Cubitis, but there seems to be a division set at the eastern end of the carport that implies two different “worlds” or dimensions. It is an unusual scene. There is a repeating event where the living room, which is now some sort of (unknown) business office, fills up with water and drowns everyone and then dissipates. In fact, there is an unusual impression that this happens everywhere in the world around the same time (where all rooms in all buildings are suddenly filled with water) on a continuous basis. This is not related to any God or even to nature, I do not think; maybe some sort of impersonal universal cycle or an act of time itself. There is also a strange notion that mankind had never created or invented anything (or rather, this is how it is to be, little by little, upon each mass drowning and “reversal”); that technology does not exist, because people will not accept the experience of something in a dream (or of seeing a potential future) that they had not known in real life. I am not quite sure what the story is. Even the buildings look more primitive at one point. It is mainly some sort of cycle of man’s inventiveness being “reversed” and even the connection to the Source is being undone in most ways each time.

I later go into the backyard through the “gateway” implied by the east end of the carport. From that perspective, it is more like my real childhood family home in Florida and seemingly early afternoon.

I look up and notice large white egrets standing about on the roof of the carport. In the past, there were sometimes threatening implications with this type of bird (especially darker or larger herons) but these seem nonthreatening. It is likely mating season, as they are gathering in a group and seemingly doing “dances” for each other. Some of them are soon on the ground, as tall as I am, and I almost seem a token part of their group and rituals. I move about with the dancing egrets. There is a strange closeness and an almost sensual nature in the movements at some points. One bird even seems to be my beautiful wife for a time, in some sort of transparent harem-like outfit with sheer “wings” (somewhat cloak-like) pulled out from the side. A couple times I am clearly aware of how their wings are out and I am holding the wingtips as one would hold hands when moving in a circle or line. It seems very realistic rather than cartoon-like or artificial in any way.

There are eventually a couple more (unknown) people in the backyard. We go to the southeast corner of the yard and notice a few smaller birds and animals. There are a couple of skunks that are also sort of “dancing”, moving in somewhat of a zigzag pattern, remaining side-by-side. They are very small but with seemingly coarse fur and seemingly identical in appearance other than being indistinguishably male or female. We watch them for awhile. An old green arm chair is sitting at a random angle near the weedy area back from the train tracks. It may be a home to some of the animals. (In real life, a skunk lived under a refrigerator door in that area for a time).

The mood from the second part of the dream borders on bliss in contrast to the first part which seemed to relate that mankind “had nothing” or would never connect to the Source again to invent new products and such - even the idea of synthesis does not seem possible, as if the mind was only a cycle of repeating memory and nothing else - thus the human race cannot create, “solve”, or move forward in any way - which would eventually mean that even designing a new house would not be possible. There is a strange idea that the scene will repeat without the person having remembered being drowned each prior time (and seems to relate to the selective amnesia people develop with regards to supposed paranormal or unexplainable events). This may or may not be related to being “swamped” by paperwork and repeating the same (at least systematically) tasks each time in office work (except perhaps with less accuracy each time). However, there is also the idea that many people do not use their creative energies because of not truly believing they exist. The time period in the first section cannot be identified. It does not seem familiar at all.

Well I went ahead and pulled the trigger on my bedside lucid cocktail this morning. Conditions were not ideal: super late to-bed time (3am approx), and it was already about the 6th hour (approaching 9am), so it was dicey at best but I had a quiet home (both kids out in the morning today) so I decided to go for it. It looks like the 8mg galantamine did the trick, plus all the extra choline (bitartrate and alpha gpc).

Again the mixture was: 2x GalantaMind 4mg (each capsule 4mg galantine, 50mg B5, 100mg choline dihydrogen citrate) for a total of 8mg galangamine, 100mg B5, 200mg choline dihydrogen citrate), 1x choline bitartrate 310mg, 1x Alpha GPC 300mg.

Mostly I spent the next 5 hours trying to get to sleep. At approximately 1-2 hours I did start getting pretty abnormally strong HI.

Somewhere in the 2+ hours my daydreams started getting a lot more realistic than usual, with more visual and tactile feedback, but still very much daydreams.

Numerous times I gathered my will and emptied my head and tried to sink into relaxation. Again and again and again.

At one point it finally worked and I got to sleep and dreamed...a lucid FAKE OUT!

I feel myself in bed, and I started getting a solid image appearing before my dream eyes. I was coaxing it on, "Ok, good, solidify, solidify, that's it..." I'm anticipating entering the dream. I see a tall outdoors strip-mall sign pole with several store signs on it. Interesting. I'm looking at them and pushing them into focus. Then I start thinking something like, "aw man, this isn't a dream, this is the view from my bed. You see, there's the KFC across the street, and somebody will come out of that door soon, there's the guy now, he's walking down the street" I watch him go by. Then I get self-conscious that here it is daytime, and I still feel myself lying in bed (apparently outside in a parking lot) (in the actual position I was really in bed), and people will walk by and see me. I think "oh that's ok, people sleep in all the time and see people in their beds." I get up and some woman in her car comes tearing into our outdoor carport just off of the sidewalk in a big rush. She jumps out (with a briefcase?) and runs across the street to the entrance of the subway. I think we need to put up poles to block our carport, but realize that the people who drive quickly into our carport will hit the poles and their cars will go flying into the air.

I follow into the entrance to the subway. Up stairs, through a window/door. Lots of people, I see my wife just inside the window in the crowd (purple blouse?), I notice her chest . I'm trying to push through the crowd to walk faster towards the subway platform, but I can't since there are so many people. I see two pairs of 2 movers (who work for the furniture store at the subway platform, of course!) moving two large cabinets along the walkway with the crowd. They're approaching an overhead beam, I think they're going to smack the furniture top into it, they end up just grazing it lightly.

I go down some stairs and can't find the platform. It's deserted, in a large building. I think I must be at the gym, since the swimming pool is that way. I turn back and see about 20 feet from me who I think is my old grad school girlfriend, I call to her, but then I realize I didn't put on my gym shirt and I notice my bare chest/stomach. I'm not in perfect shape. She turns and walks away, not noticing me, I see a big entryway in the distance...



so that's basically I think good news! It seemed really vivid. This dose seems to work for me. All I have to do now is prepare another little LD cocktail baggie by the bed and wait for better conditions. And with repeated determination I finally got to sleep, despite being all juiced up on choline and the G. I definitely need to take it early in the night, probably not later than 4 hours, maybe earlier, and perhaps work in some melatonin.

I got nothin at the moment.

I will tonight ;D.

25.02.2014

Molding Bread (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I made myself 3 open faced sandwiches (I guess that's what Americans would call it) for breakfast using bread from 2 different loafs. I grabbed one of the sandwiches to start eating it, when I noticed blue/greenish mold on it. I threw it away, disgusted.
For the other 2 sandwiches I had used different bread, so I figured they should be still good. I grabbed one of them to eat them but noticed that my fingertips had mold on them from holding the other one before. It was like powder and it was now all over the fresh bread. I was disgusted and angry and threw at all in the trash.

I was in a minimum security prison for an unknown reason. Alot of my friends from waking life were there with me. Prison life ensued for alot of the dream when me and my dream family were taking a trip on a skyride like the ones they have in amusement parks. At the end of the ride there was a glass box inside the gondola that said break in case of emergency and it got broken for some reason. When we got out a bunch of military people came and told us to wait in an area by a car. After a while of waiting a bunch of zombie monkeys started to plow out of the prison. So we jumped into action and ran towards the prison and found laser guns on the walls and started killing the zombies.

I just Woke

to an Hypnagogic image of happy, hairless man mostly naked (I didn't see or look at his genitals). No eyebrows or eyelashes. Tatoo off a star in/behind each eye. The tatoo was done a long time ago. It's colours were not new. He was dancing a bit. He wanted me to notice him.

Without a regular dream game I have nothing to do with such hypnagogs. I would like a dream game every few days. Not once a year like you get with the pdc. Or once a month like with other little yahoogroups sites. Even once a week ain't enough for me.

I offered games as weekly and even twice or more a week on several sites (over several years). I enthusiasticly and nievely did this in hopes folks would play and then reciprocate. Offering me a weekly targets. So I would be doing a target every week. But if seven people were enjoying my weekly targets... My participants would be offering me a weekly taget (in an Open thread) so I would have seven targets a week. And I would be in seventh heaven.

Participant's need to be relaxed funloving and not be so frightened and serious. This will get the juices (synchronicities) flowing, flowing.

WakingNomad can pop-in from time-to-time with his 50 week commission but this is not enough to float-my-boat.

Journal Entry non-lucid #44 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: no meditation, I forgot. I was too sleepy from church.

Dream fragment 1, 10:50pm-4:58am."":
The moment I became emotional, felt my anger, was the moment I started remembering my dream. My dad was calling my name. I go to him and he tells me to wash the dishes. I don't wash the dishes normally so I got mad. As I walked next to the kitchen I see that a car parked diagonal to the street. I told him that he has to move his car. He replied and told me that is not his car. The color of the car changed from red which is my car to black. Then I thought the neighbors did that. The car started moving. They parked on my garage way. I got angry once again.

Dream fragment 2, 10:50pm-4:58am."":
I talked to my sister about how I should have been lucid in another dream, which I don't remember. I did a RC and I said to her that Jenifer Lopez was in my dream, but the image that came to me when I woke up and thought about her was not Jenifer Lopez but of the wife of George Lopez from his show.

Dream fragment 3, 5am-6:20am."":
At first I was driving my car then I made a turn signal to turn lanes, and looked back. I turn back around and I am now walking in the highway. Everybody walked as well. I saw a women maybe about 6"5 in front of me and my friend. She wore a little tutu. Her butt was visible and wow was it disgusting. Somebody bumped into her and she turned to my friend and told him that she will squish him. Her and another big fat guy walked away with each other. I thought I wish she lost weight it would be good for her and everybody else. I told him about how my uncle in law lost weight gradually and nobody noticed the change or the changes were insignificant. My friend said really then transformed into some skinny surfer.

Fragment
Something to do with racing these high tech hovering spaceship type vehicles through this junkyard track. The spaceships are really clean and symmetric in their design, starkly contrasting the junkyard. The spaceships have some really cool sci-fi designs. There are some high tech looking buildings on the horizon that look cool as well.

Fragment
Something going on in my math class. We got assigned some really weird type of work that involved matrices (grids of numbers). The problems were assigned in a strange way as well. In order to find out what the actual assignment was we had to solve the preliminary assignment. The answers to the preliminary assignment gave us the problem numbers to the actual assignment.
Something about the situation seemed fishy, so I decided to reality check. I did, and of course it worked. But then I immediately awoke.

Teeth Falling Out
I've had a lot of dental work done lately. Three teeth extracted. Big filling put in. Etc.
I was looking in the mirror and noticed that one of my teeth was feeling particularly loose/sore. (Also the inside of my mouth looked disgusting, all of my teeth were yellow and rotten.) I ended up pulling it out by accident. I got somewhat concerned because it was one of my front top teeth and everyone would notice.
Two more teeth on the bottom fell out. I was really concerned that I was just going to start spitting out teeth left and right. But then I started thinking... This is a common dream for people.I should reality check. I do reality check (nose pinch) and wake up AGIAN.

Long Dream: Weird Apocalypse
The dream began with me merely watching and not participating. It was in what appeared to be an underground base, a batcave type setup. I was given several shots of heroes suiting up, but they were never pictured. I only got to see hands/masks/boots etc and never got a clear idea who was actually suiting up. (Curse you "dream cinematography" if that's even a thing)
These characters ultimately end up getting into a jet. (This is a large black jet, like a B-52) One of them is a skeleton wearing a black robe. He appears to be the pilot. The other characters are in the shadow and I never get a clear look at them.
They throttle up and begin flying down a long narrow shaft. The jet appears to be having difficulty attaining lift, and (though it will occasionally attain flight for a moment) always returns to the runway. It seems as though the heroes are nearing the end of the runway shaft.
As they approach the end, the jet's wing gets caught on some large chains that throw it into a spin and badly damage one wing. The jet spins out of the runway tunnel into a large cavern. There is a passage in the ceiling for the jet to exit, but apparently during this crash landing it spirals downward.
At the bottom of the cavern is a beautifully built wooden city. It has an oriental styling to it and is painted red with gold decorations. The careening jet spirals down and destroys a considerable portion of the city.
The heroes get out, and the mayor/supervisor of the city (only appearing as a silhouette) comes and harasses the hero group for attempting to fly their jet and causing so much damage to the underground city, and states that he is forbidding them to every fly outside of the cave again.

"But why are they all living in this underground city?"

The dream continues like a movie, and gives me a back story. It states that this is set in a post-apocalyptic world (and that is why everyone is living underground.) and that the surface world is occupied mostly by monsters and bandit clans.
The view moves to the surface and states that this is the time during the apocalypse. (So we have gone back in time) I am in a large city environment. The ground is broken into large chunks that are shifting around, (Think 2012 the movie) people are running and screaming. Cars are on fire. (I particularly remember this one white car that had a burning tire and fell into a large crevasse in the earth.)
I see that the people are indeed running from something. There is what looks like a bandit clan attacking in the city. They have these large catapults mounted on the backs of pickup trucks. The catapults throw garbage cans filled with explosives. The narrator continues by explaining that the reason the ground is breaking and shifting is because the bandits actually planted most of their explosives underground.
The bandits were important to the story in some way, some extremist religious group. Also connected to the jet flying heroes in the cave somehow.
At this point I was taken out of viewing mode and actually able to move and control my actions. I quickly ran away from the current location. As I escaped the city, I took note that the chaos and destruction seemed to die down. I also took note that in walking only a couple city blocks, the city gradated from a dense urban center with skyscrapers and office buildings to single family homes. There were a few other dream characters with me.
I eventually got to the edge of the city and continued walking. There was a very strange building at the edge of the city. A female dream character exclaims its historical significance to the city. Probably easier to draw it for you than describe what it looked like.

I know. It's a masterpiece. My dream journal Photoshop drawings are like fine art.
Anyways, I am still being followed by these other dream characters when I find out that this place, despite having historical significance has recently been refitted into a water park. I then learn that not long after the water park was installed, the buildings' foundation shifted permanently damaging it and completely ruining the water park.
I feel compelled to go ahead of the other dream characters and go inside. The water is still running down the water slides and I actually climb up one of the water slides to the top part of the structure. (This took awhile.)
I arrive on what appears to be the top floor. This portion of the building was supposedly original and not a part of this weird water park. There is a beautiful bedroom. Also something about this place feels strangely familiar. (This huge cobblestone obelisk with a windmill and water park is certainly not familiar to me.)
The dreams narrator is still there and explains to me that this was once my home, and that is why it feels so familiar to me. I then make my way across the boardwalk. I take a moment to look down. About 8 stories below me there is a swimming pool.
I continue on and find a door in the wall. It looks like it should lead outside, but rather leads into another bedroom. The narrator explains that this is in fact my bedroom. (Never seen the place before in my life).
I'm feeling artsy today, here's another picture.

You know I have to say, I like dream journaling along with these little pictures.

The narrator then tells me that I must prevent the apocalypse from happening. The dream scene changes to my living room.
The narrator tells me that it is my mission to prevent zombies from eating my dead hamster charlie. (I do not, nor have I ever had a hamster named charlie. Or a hamster at all for that matter.) [DREAM LOGIC] Apparently eating the hamster will grant the zombies some form of magical powers and render them unbeatable. The dead hamster appears to glow with an angelic aura [/DREAM LOGIC]
I don't have any weapons, but somehow I know discipline of martial arts. I also feel really tired, but my newly found martial arts abilities are the only weapon I have to prevent the zombies from eating the hamster. But, because of my tired lethargic state, this is very difficult to do. I eventually just give up and step aside while a particularly chunky zombie moves in and eats the hamster.
But in the biggest let down since two layer one lucid dreams in the same night, eating the hamster doesn't turn the zombies into unstoppable monsters, but turns them back human. (If that's the case, then I would have just started out to begin with.) Also, after I allow this zombie to eat the hamster, all the other zombies die.
So the zombie turns back into a human. But now the human form of this dream character wants to fight me. He begins attempting to demonstrate martial arts moves, but he isn't as competent as me. We start fighting.
Now (in RL, and by extension in my dreams.) I am a very small, thin person and therefore am not very useful in a fight, but compared to this guy and his weak hits, I like a superhero. (Maybe that's a bad comparison, the dream did inexplicably grant me martial arts abilities.)
Anyways I start fighting this guy, and I felt much less tired and lethargic than I did fighting the zombies. And even though his punches hurt about as much as a light breeze, he's a lot tougher than the zombies. I eventually used my unexplained martial arts to kick him in the face. His nose started bleeding and he was crying. He began going upstairs.
All of the sudden, I felt sympathy for this character that I had just beaten. (Well he attacked me first.) I told him that I was sorry, and that he shouldn't go around picking fights with people that can beat him up. (You shouldn't go around picking fights period.) He's crying because he says that i am a cheater.
I feel really bad for this character, but then begin to realize that the whole situation is a dream and... you guessed it.

I wake up.

Side notes: Most dreamers would be disappointed if all their LD went like this. But to me this is exciting, I've had a get-lucid-and-wake-up every night for four days now. And last night, I just had three. This is exciting because it means that I'm right on the brink, just a little more effort and experimentation, and maybe I can have full-length lucid dreams this frequently.
This is also the first time I've EVER gotten lucid three times in one night.

I had called in to work but went in to pick up the recruiting paperwork. I was in a pretty happy mood. Dale was in the Level 2 control and so were a few other people. The prison was running extremely short and they were struggling to figure out who to pull and where. We were bullshitting on the radio and someone said to cut it out. People started getting to the Level 2 in their cars and parked them wherever. As I stepped back inside, I noticed my reflection on the glass door. I had spiky hair and was wearing a dark blue sweater vest and a lighter blue shirt underneath. I also had some jeans on and my aviators. I looked pretty normal and happy. I took off my aviators but put them back on again. I went in and Kristy's grampa told me good job and that I made it a long way. C. Sanchez was also there but she didn't look as attractive as she does in the waking world. Her apparent brother was there also. Music started playing and I did a dance to it. I went back into the control and decided to work and help out. I would need an hour to go home and change. I called the Level 3 and Romo answered. When I asked if she had anything at the Level 2, she said yes. I told her I'd work and she told me I'd have to call the prison in Grants to get paid. I walked down the hall towards North Housing and was following a crowd of many people. There were people wearing Military ACUs and there were also civilians and babies. Suddenly there was an emergency and the atmosphere changed. The area outside had flooded and there was a shark in the water. It was dawn and people were attempting to leave. I get on a cheap watercraft and try to leave, tempting the shark on the way out. I notice a cop car parked in the distance. The shark gets annoyed with my actions and dives. Suddenly, more sharks appear and circle the watercraft. I reach the shore and group up with a few people. The sharks emerge and start attacking us. They could walk! They kill 3 of the people in the group and the girl that's left and I run towards a trailer home. The people in the trailer have massive guns and fend off some sharks. By this time, it's night and the area is not as flooded. The younger guy gets yelled at for handling his missile launcher the wrong way. I go inside and some more sharks start attacking. The young guy exits the trailer and blows himself to bits with the missile launcher. I run to pick up the missle launcher and press the small button. My ear gets an agonizing pain from my eardrum being ruptured by the noise of the missiles but I manage to kill some sharks. I grab the button with my right hand and shoot the sharks. My ear doesn't hurt as bad from that shot.

I remembered this dream a lot better a few hours ago but I had work to do in the morning :'(

I was going to a party thrown by a very wealthy family.

The inside was filled with men in black and white tuxedos and women in dresses worth thousands of dollars and jewelry worth far more. The hostess treated my friend like she had known him forever but when she looked at me, I believe she said that I looked homeless or something. She made me go down to their basement which was a spa, stocked with several copper bathtubs and a lady that worked there.

The lady in the basement spa made me get into a bathtub that was just filled with warm water first and then a second bathtub that was filled with some special blend of herbs. The hostess' husband and son were also down there and they took a bath too. The husband was pretty nice. I remember he had a big smile on his face and he was constantly smoking a cigar. But the son was a little asshole. The hostess' daughter came down and started hanging out with us. After awhile we ended up doing naughty things together (myself and the daughter).

All of a sudden it's morning and their son has decided he hates his parents and the wealth and he wants to go live somewhere else. So he throws me a set of keys and I'm thinking, sweet a fancy new car! But no, it was the key to his portable washing machine (lol what?). I asked him if I could take his ps3 and he said, "no way!"

I took it anyways.

The hostess came down and was furious that I had slept with her daughter and she let me know that she called the police. I raced upstairs with this portable washing machine and a box filled with ps3 stuff. My friend was up there and we went outside. The police were waiting and they were really nice. I repeated the end of the dream a 2nd time just for fun and in the 2nd version I decided to stay on the rich peoples' lawn to see if the police would mess with me and they ended up tasing me.