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07-16-2013 -- This one starts off with mom somehow driving me to church at the Buena Park Church of the Nazarene, though I have no idea what she drove me in. We park in the parking lot, and head inside for services. The church is very crowded and there isn't a lot of room in the pews. I head up near the choir loft, but I have no voice, so I know I can't sing with them. For some reason I don't feel much like a full, organized church service today anyway, so I take one of the hallways to the back of the building and up the stairs to where we used to meet as teens.

I figure I'll find an empty room and just kind of hide out and read my Bible, but they've converted the entire upper floor into a single huge room without even a corridor, and I know I don't belong there. They are (politely) throwing out another adult who doesn't belong, but I turn around and head back down the stairs without needing to be asked to leave. I walk out the back door and just stand there for a minute or two, looking at the freeway and wondering if I want to walk home from here, remembering some of the trouble I have run into doing so in past dreams.

While I am thinking about this, a huge bus pulls on to the median and stops, across the way on the freeway, and Brazilian tourists come flooding off. For some reason they are pulling down the fence separating the freeway from the road, and soon they are storming across the road to where I am standing. It must be the Christmas season, because both of the rear doors have strings of lights around them, and three huge colored light bulbs, as well, and for some reason the Brazilians decide they are going to steal our Christmas decorations.

I try to stop them, but there are too many. I threaten to call 911, but they laugh at me and say they'll be gone long before the police can get here, and start back to their bus, our decorations in hand. They seem to have trouble with the bus, though, and can't leave as quickly as they want to, and I rush across the street to try and see the license plate of the bus before it drives off, but it moves too quickly for me, causing another accident.

Almost instantly after that, the police arrive, trying to find out what they can about the accidents, and the bus that just drove by. I try to tell them about the tourists and the perloined Christmas decorations, but they don't want to listen, feeling the accident is much more important to investigate. I try to explain it was the same bus, and give them my information, but they refuse to hear me and I finally stalk off in disgust, and walk back to the church to talk to the assistant pastor, Terry. I apologize for 'losing' the decorations, and he admits it is not that important, and decides perhaps they needed them more than we did.

07-16-2013 -- I am trying to park a bus in a small driveway on a small culdesac of a residential neighborhood, while trying to apply the parking brake. Unfortunately I cannot find it in time, and soon the bus has rolled completely back on to the street. Somehow there is now a second bus driver, and he is trying to park the bus in the driveway, but in the last few seconds somebody has put some trash cans in the way and somebody else has parked a car there, and he has a much harder time trying to park than I did, even if he knows where the emergency brake is. Meanwhile, I am wondering if he is going to need the key I took from the ignition when I exited the bus. But it doesn't seem like it.

Soon we are both back at Mears, being yelled at for trying to work together, before things start shifting, and I somehow jumped in and saved the other driver for an accident or something, and am trying to get a job there again. In the dream I am thinking since I am trying to go back to the same department instead of a different one, perhaps they'll hire me. (In real life, I might have a small chance in a different department, but they will not take me back in the department I used to work in.)

They send me to the DMV for a comprehensive review of my driving record, a file which the DMV is supposed to send back in a sealed package, but instead they just hand it to me in a basic manilla folder. The guy who is supposed to make the decision on whether or not they will hire me back is passing the buck something fierce, and refuses to decide whether he can accept this unsecured record or not, and tells me to check with the big boss, who happens to look just like Leland Stottlemeyer (Monk), but he kind of disappears right as I am trying to approach him, so I have to wander over the entire property looking for him.

At one point, I decide to wait in his office, and find I need to go to the bathroom, so I use the restroom in his office. Everything goes smoothly, but as I exit, his assistant is yelling at me, saying nobody is ever allowed to use his restroom, and I am in so much trouble. I wave it off as rediculous, but leave again because I don't want to listen to him screaming about it.

I finally manage to find him, and he says that, considering what I did to help the other driver, of course they will accept the unsealed report, since that is what the DMV provided. I head back to the first guy and tell him what his boss said, and he says that if I pay the money they still show me as owing from the last time I worked with them, they will rehire me. I'm worried it will be something huge and inflated, because I know that I didn't actually leave owing them any money, but it turns out to be something like $85 or so which they are charging me for one of the dinner shows I watched while waiting for my customers. They are free, a gift from the places for our bringing in the customers when there is a spare seat available, but they have decided to charge me for it. It is a small enough amount that I am willing to pay it to get back to work.

07-15-2013 -- I am standing around Fullerton College, visiting with people and talking to Neville Longbottom. He needs to find a way to make money, and somebody suggests a high-stakes poker game, but he declines, saying he knows how they collect what they are owed if you lose money, and he needs all his limbs, thank-you-very-much! I try to make a joke, saying maybe he ought to try testing new drugs. I did, made a lot of money, and it never had any effect on me, ::spasm, seizure, drool:: but it falls flat. Never was very good at telling jokes.

Unfortunately, talking about the tough guys seems to bring them about, and they are suddenly after us, even without losing in any high-stakes poker matches. In the process of running from them, we find ourselves in the world of the Wheel of Time, being chased by dark friends as we try to both protect and limit some of the control of the Aes Sedai, while behind us there is a ring where midget wrestling is going on. I don't know why, but every single midget hates every single non-midget, and they are all trying to attack us every chance they get, while we defend ourselves as best we can while trying to ensure nobody gets seriously hurt.

Eventually I escape from that mess, and do a little travel that leaves me arriving in a small sea port where there are lots of small stalls selling sea-related items like carp and sardines and nets and things. There is also a huge six-floor branch of Harrod's, which seems tremendously out of place in this tiny harbor. I am considering going inside and looking for travel guides, which I have decided I want to collect. Soon I have moved inland a little bit, and find myself standing on a slight slope leading to the entrance of some ancient stone works, or perhaps some kind of coal mine, and somehow I know I am somewhere in Gloughchester or Glastonbury or some such area in England.

07-19-2013 -- [I don't usually have nightmares, but I sure did, last night. And it was in multi-part. I would wake up, then drift back to sleep and be back in the same dream, with the same root causes, but each time things escalated.] Somehow I went back to work at Hewitt. There were some people there who liked me and wanted to give me another chance, even though I don't have a voice, and so couldn't speak on the phone. Instead they had me doing desk work, processing paperwork or something like that. Even so, some of the bigwigs don't like me.

In the dream I carried around a big backpack filled with books to read (including a large hardcover book with something like six sci-fi/fantasy novels in a series printed small in the big omnibus edition, several bags of balloons, my dream notebook, possibly my notebook computer. Fairly big pile of stuff.) The employer was Hewitt, and most of the people worked on phones in a call center environment, but the building is one I have often dreamed I worked security in, based on the TAMS building in Tustin, with staircases leading upstairs in two separate parts of the building leading to two separate upstairs areas that don't connect. And the huge warehouse area in the middle is far more JC Penney than what the TAMS building had.

Earlier parts are somewhat generic and sketchy, but one part is in an outdoor section, where people are working in cubicals outside, which makes no sense whatsoever. But for some reason I am allowed to set up a small tent to work in when there is room. Unfortunately, the place I usually set up this tent is now overflowing with tables and booths in a kind of job fair, and I am having to look around to try and figure out somewhere to set up my tent, just to come to accept that today there is nowhere I can set it up. This doesn't stop one guy from coming up to me and asking what the heck the tent is about, anyway, and who do I think I am, and why am I allowed this special treatment?

I have to go and sit at my usual cubical, working with the friendly, young, Hispanic guy that I really shared a cubical with at Hewitt, even if after six or seven years I can no longer remember his name. But with the job fair going on, they aren't bringing any of the usual paperwork around, so I don't really have anything to do, and am pretty much wasting the day sitting around and talking. Eventually one of the managers who doesn't like me comes over and gives me an assignment to take something to the other side of the building and deliver it there, and I have no problem in doing so, though I am not too happy with her attitude.

When I come back, I find the delivery was a ruse to get me out of the area so she could gather up my backpack/box, my computer, and anything and everything else of mine that might be in the cubical. This angers me. Not to going through my stuff, that is covered by company policy, and I can see the point of it, but the going behind my stuff behind my back, without even letting me know they are doing it. I realise that some of the bigwigs who don't like me have decided it is time to get rid of me, and are looking for a reason to fire me, but I don't care. To me, this behavior is beyond the pale, and I am ready to quit on the spot because of it, regardless of whether this is giving them just what they want. I ask around to find out just where she works, and I am told she is in the Obamacare department, and am given vague directions to it. Great ... Obamacare ... so this is probably something political. This just gets worse and worse.

As I am searching the building, looking for her desk or office, it seems more like Sears in the Buena Park Mall, in the layout and where the elevators are located. It takes a fair amount of looking, but I eventually find her. She's got all my stuff there and is going through it, and I start grabbing parts of it from her hands and my bag/box, and sorting through the stuff that is mine, and the stuff that belongs to the company, but that I have use of, seperating them out. At the same time I am lecturing her about the sneaky way she went about all this, telling her that if she had just told me they were going to search my stuff and had me present for it, I would not have had any complaints, but this is bullcrap.

Meanwhile, I am pulling bag after bag of balloons out of my bag, and dumping them on her desk. Though it makes no sense, for some reason they have been providing me with balloons, and I am giving them back. Then it turns into bags and bags of potato chips, snack cakes and chocolate that belong to the company, and that I never put there. I have to assume she was putting them in there to frame me, giving her a reason to fire me. I don't give her the chance, as I dump all the stuff on her desk, telling her I quit! She says I can't quit, because she is in the process of firing me, and I tell her too late, I already did. I find an extra check in my bag, and figure if it is my final check, I'll keep it, but it turns out to be somebody else's check, so I toss it on her desk, also.

Now that everything in my bag/back pack is really mine, I gather it all up, and am ready to leave the building, but she orders me to use the warehouse exit, rather than any of the other ways out of the building, and I don't know why. But as I am walking through the warehouse, some of the workers are calling out to me, distracting me, and driving fork lifts and things close to me, and in the process I set down my bag and dodge some stuff, and when I go back to where my bag was, it is gone. I now realize she wanted me to exit through the warehouse so she could have somebody in the warehouse steal my stuff. I don't get why, but I am not happy about it.

[It was about this point that I woke up and fell back asleep for the first time.] I storm back into the office and start trying to find her, but now she is hiding from me, and has made her cubical look almost identical to everybody elses. So I am looking and looking, but having no luck in finding it. I keep asking around for where her cubical is, and a few people try to point me in the right direction, but most are unhelpful, realising that I am on the outs with management, now. Eventually, when I reach the point that I am right next to it, a big worker who looks a lot like Sam on NCIS LA is very insulting, and points me at the cubical I am standing next to, and I am finally able to confront her again.

She denies everything, tries to claim I probably just mislaid my backpack, or maybe didn't even have one to begin with. She says she planned nothing, she doesn't believe me, and that I am just trying to stir up troubles. But a couple of the more honest employees back me up, at least in part. One points out that 'Sam', who is carrying a fantasy anthology, hates reading, and they know they have seen me with that book in my possession for any number of weeks. But she refuses to listen to anything, claiming that, at worst, I misplaced my bag in the warehouse, and am making wild accusations against good people to stir up trouble.

So I am back in the warehouse, looking around for my bag (it is kind of like a huge yellow duffle bag of the style (but not color) that soldiers or seamen use), but now much more of the warehouse staff is against me, and more and more I find myself involved in slightly dangerous near misses with warehouse equipment which is where it shouldn't be. Stuff that isn't really all that dangerous, but kind of threatening, like they are trying to warn me off. But I keep looking around, and one of the guys finally gets angry enough to get more serious. It seems like there are two 'levels' to this warehouse, and he is somehow driving a forklift on the second level. These aren't floors, that would make sense, but not be dangerous. Instead it is like a second level about fifteen feet above the first that is formed from catwalks and the like. Stuff that is there, but isn't super sturdy.

Anyway, there are some racks of pipes, the kind and size that they sometimes install along the street, segments perhaps 12 feet long and about a foot in diameter, and lots of these pipes are stacked up together, and one of them drives a forklift out on to this rack of pipes so that they break out of the rack and start to rain down around me. Worse, the forklift no longer has a sturdy base, so it is plunging down on top of me, as well. While this is not a nightmare yet, it is getting more and more serious, and I end up laying flat on the ground while the forklift comes to a stop about six inches above me. Getting close enough to truly be dangerous!

[Somewhere around here is when I woke up for the second time, then fell back to sleep.] I am soon stalking through the building, looking for the supervisor who started all this again, and she is still hiding, so it takes a lot of time and effort. By this point I am determined I am getting paid for the (at this point turning into two days) time that I am spending looking for my stuff which they have stolen from me. I finally find her and start to berate her about the latest attacks, and she tries to categorically deny everything, saying there is no way such a thing almost happened, just to have one of the employees not under her thumb come up and say "Oh no, so-and-so did dump his forklift down a load of pipes. We were wondering why he had been so stupid," so again, I had witnesses backing me up.

Suddenly she stops for a moment, and seems to remember something. She tells me that the black high school around the corner was off yesterday and is off today, and maybe some of them have seen something, and can help me to find my stuff. She is very insistant that I go ask them about it, and is telling me what to say to them, giving me a quote in a foreign language, though I am not sure if it is in French or Spanish. Anyway, she keeps repeating it over and over again until I actually write it down. About that time, my friend Carl, who neither of us saw standing there, steps out and verbally tears her a new one. He may have even physically attacked her slightly, ranting about what kind of a horrible person was she? I say something like "Let me guess ... what she was telling me to say was a horrible insult that would get me killed if I said it to the students at the school? Did you really think I was dumb enough that I would ask what you told me to, without first getting a trusted translation?"

I explain that I now have actual evidence that she is trying to kill me, waving the paper [in real life, my handwriting, no help, but in the dream it seemed it would work as evidence], and now she is going to be in so much more trouble. I angrily stalk off into the warehouse to continue looking for my bag. Problem is, now she knows she made a mistake, and the kid gloves are off. There are at least three or four of the warehouse workers now trying to kill me, and I am being chased by workers using all kinds of equipment.

When I try to duck into the racks of stuff and climb a little to get out of range, the kinds of cranes that work on ships or airplanes, the elevated ones that move around on two parallel tracks, are being used to chase me around and try to crush my head if I don't stay low enough to be in range of the forklifts. For a good ten or fifteen minutes, I am running around, fleeing for my life as there are constant near misses, screaming for help, but because of the no voice thing, nobody can hear me.

Finally I have made it near the edge of the warehouse, back by where the office area starts again, and pursuit dies off as I run into Carl, who has seen the last little bit of it, and is horrified that they are trying to kill me. That's when I woke for the final time, almost hyperventilating from all the running I'd been doing in the dream.

2:30AM

I have another dream about being in the military. Damn I need to catch those. Something about my going on about how cheap they are being...

3:37AM

I listened to my relaxation app without the ocean sounds. After an hour I had crazy vibes. This time was like no other. It literally felt like a cell phone was on vibration continuously but it was vibrating my entire head. My first thought was that is was my GP vibration alarm to start my WBTB. This triggered a non lucid FA where it wakes my wife. I try turning the alarm off but it won't stop. After a moment I wake up for real and am surprised that my GP is lying next to me and I have earbuds in. I'm not really sure if this was the vibes or just a crazy FA.

4:20AM

I have a nightmare where my wife and I have an infant baby girl. She is in our bed and I sleep walk and but her in a pile of laundry. Then I FA and can't find her. I panic and eventually find her face down in a swaddle under the clothes. She is fine and I cry because I am so thankful that I didn't cause her harm.

It was lucid. I found out that I'm dreaming. I was in subway. I saw 2 fighter men in the train. They would hit me. I was fast. So they couldn't hit me. I went upstairs. Looks like metro had infinite floor. Staircase I was very interesting. Staircases were so crowded. All the people were looking at me. I stopped at one of the floors and felt down myself to be killed. (I decided to die in dream to wake up in another dream). After hit to the floor I felt pain and then went somewhere else. Looked like It was an OBE. Then I waked myself up and done a RC. I was awake in real (current) world...

Yay first DJ entry.

Alright, so, first, me and TF2 Scout and TF2 Engineer were all planning to go to a bookstore. Then suddenly Engie stopped existing for a while and Scout and I were right outside the door of this weird empty building.
We went inside and found that it was a large warehouse type place that for some reason reminded me of a stereotypical grocery store. There was large pile of rubble right inside, on which the Demoman was standing. He was all like, "Meh." then floated up a few feet and disappeared.
Nothing happened for a moment, then the lighting turned pinkish red and giant pairs of bikini-clad, disembodied, glowing, jiggling boobs appeared and Scout and I started spaz dancing. Soon, Engie started existing again when all three of us appeared in the bookstore.
We browsed the aisles for a few minutes, then we were suddenly tiny and running across my bed with my sleeping self in the background. Scout and Engie faded away, leaving me to run on my own. Soon, I reached the edge of my bed. I stood on the edge and did a kamehameha and woke up.

Ever since dropping out University this feeling has been in some of my dreams.

My Landlord was teaching us and it was a 5 week assignment with 4 others looming. I can't learn it because he wouldn't tell me what I needed to know. "What did they have to learn to reach this point? I'm falling behind all you got to do is tell me what we are doing!" It felt like the rest of my life was doomed. No future, Social life 0 due to status... it's like an epithany that doesn't make sense. Did I make the right choice? I wish I'd chosen work experience when I had the option.

07/15/13

The Infection
I am in the sick bay of the tower on the moon. I am there with Janet and Washu. I am talking to Janet. She says she can check to see if I have actually been infected by a foreign virus, just lie down on one of the beds and she will do a scan. Right now my mind isn't particularly clear, so I don't remember what she might be talking about. What virus might I be infected with? Can it be cured? If it can't be cured, what will it do? I go over to one of the beds and lie down on my back while Janet goes over to one of the computers and initiates a scan.

She looks at the scan for a few minutes, reads a couple things on the output, and then looks at a couple graphs of some kind on a different display. She comes back to the bed and looks at me for a bit to be sure I am paying attention. She says it seems I have been infected by an interesting virus. She says it isn't immediately clear what the virus is meant to do, however, because it appears the virus is dying off even as we speak. I ask her how much of the virus is left in my dream body. She says it will be completely gone within another day or two. I ask her if she can tell why it is dying off. She says it looks like my nanites are eliminating it, probably because they are programmed to eliminate anything intrusive, and the virus was identified as intrusive. She asks me if I am actually wanting to keep the virus for some reason. I ask her if it could possibly have a beneficial effect. She says she can't tell without taking a sample and analyzing it for a while. She asks if I know where I got it. My mind is clearing now, and I can remember two possible sources of an intrusive virus. I tell her either it is the Mercer Virus as depicted in Prototype which I obtained directly from Alex Mercer after Witchblade failed to form and block an attack, or the fucking Templars actually found a way to get something past all of my defenses. She says we need to find that out, because if the Templars are coming up with new methods, we have to counter that. I get out of bed and go to one of the portal generators. I focus on locating the specific Alex Mercer that I think might have infected me. The portal opens and I go through. On the other side I am in a room with a couple of people. A woman, Dana Mercer, is sitting at a computer doing something. Alex is behind her looking at the screen.

As I appear Alex turns around and sees me there. He asks where I came from… and for that matter, where did I disappear to last time? I just disappeared into thin air… I say that must mean he has seen me before, which I figure is a good sign… He looks at me strangely and says of course he remembers seeing me before. I feel the dream slipping already, and I want to find out what I came to find out before I wake up. So I ask Alex if he infected me with a virus on my last visit there. He seems to hesitate a bit and then says yes. He seems surprised when I tell him that's a relief. I add that it is far better than the alternative… the idea that the Templars… err… you don't know the Templars here, so I'll just say Gentek since they're really the same people… found a way past my defenses and infected me with something. I tell him there's nothing to worry about, this is a complete non-issue now. A tiny mechanical mosquito lands on Alex and extracts a small sample of virus. He slaps at it and misses. It flies over and lands on my shoulder. I figure it was sent to get a sample for Janet. I tell Dana and Alex I will have to be going. Everything around me fades to black as I wake.

Note: Janet used the sample and ran a comparison, confirming my dream body has been infected with the Mercer Virus. She also confirms that it is quickly dying off and will be gone soon, though she has not identified why it is dying.

Dream 1(fragment):

There was something about dragons and possibly i was talking to one.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing some Serious Sam-style game, the map looked kinda like green plains withg normal and lava rivers. There were various weapons and i had to fight through some place full of cargo containers later. Then there was multiplayer mode that supported bots, but they were pretty bad and were mostly repeating some phrases instead of shooting and also were getting stuck in terrain somehow.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was watching videos of various RTS games, there was one that looked like Starcraft 2 graphically but gameplay-wise it was different, maybe custom map. At one point player was just commanding small group of very powerful floating mechas and had to fight some powerful enemies and bosses.

Comment: So I got tired of this heat plus other distractions reducing my ld count and decided to try with G

Preparation: I had pre bed insomnia, too wakeful plus nagging thoughts. Still, I decided against setting an alarm and going for a natural wake.

WBTB: Of course, I missed my desired WBTB but decided to go ahead. I was very sleepy due to the heat so walked around a bit. As soon as I took the pill and went back to the bedroom I saw this huge moth (a real one!) that came in last night and we couldn't catch it. It started flying around and caused me some additional wakefulness. I tried to ignore it and went to bed.

Started my usual induction mix and internal dialogue was fine but I felt too alert bodily to be able to fully fall asleep and be absorbed by those dreamlets/HI. Here are some that I remember, some were lucid, some not, I don't think it matters much in this case.

Mini-dream: I am somewhere and to my right is a guy that I identify as Xanous. He is holding some kind of a brush that I next take and inspect. White bristles, strange shape. I wake up. (Not much time to observe appearance, but in my mind it was him)

HI/dr: The head of state

HI/dr: The best lucid dreamers in DV [Names]

HI/dr: The tree of plenty from HMM game

HI/dr: A very large tropical plant plus other greenery

Micro-ld: I am standing on my grandma's balcony and it is night. I can hear nice music playing and look down to see a strange guy in front of the building. He is performing for a new place that has opened up just in front of grandma's. I have positive feelings towards the guy as he reminds me of a friend of mine. But most importantly I am very happy to have finally made it to a dream. The air is very stuffy and warm but I feel some kind of pleasant power in the air. I try to move my head to look around but meet some resistance as if my dream body isn't quite ready yet. I'm thrown out of the dream and into my super awake body.

I try to go back to sleep for some time but in vain so I give up and go to meditate in the other room.

I spend appx. 50mins meditating then go to the restroom. Moving from thought to thought and by means of association I remember my phone, see a quick phone image along with the thought, then another image quickly flashes by - the true location of my phone.

I have looked in the place two times but couldn't find it before. I decided to give it another try, this time a fully thorough search until I got out every little piece of crap from there. And at the bottom was of course - my phone!

Background: I bought a new phone but put it somewhere in a hurry in April, while preparing for guests. I totally forgot about it in May, looked for it everywhere in June, gave up in July and decided I would ask a DC where the hell it was. Asked a few times, got some nonsense and the best answer that came from DCs was "outside". Well, it was inside and not outside. Lol! Anyways, one task less.

Aight, so I wasn't going to post this but decided eh, why not...

First Frag

I was on an old wooden ship, like an old pirate ship. I was in some sort of water holding tank within the ship, attempting to keep my calm. The water was so blue, a gorgeous hue, but my fear of open water was causing the panic to rise more every second that ticked by. My boyfriend was on the deck with a rope, slowly trying to pull me up from the holding tank. He was reassuring me it was going to be okay, there's nothing in there. As I slowly rose from the water, I periodically closed my eyes, and all I could see was blue as if I was deep in the open ocean. My heart jumped into my throat, fear rose. My boyfriend kept smiling, and making jokes as he kept hoisting the rope up, pulling me to safety. Once I was a few feet from the edge of the dock, he looked passed me to the tank and calmly told me he was wrong, there was a bull shark in the tank as well. When I looked down I saw no shark, but a swirl of blood in the water, and droplets of blood coming from my leg, then a splash, and a shimmer of a tail fin before it disappeared back into the water. I was out, I was safe in his arms now. He was still smiling down at me, but I was so angry and frightened from being in the tank I couldn't muster a smile...

Second Frag

I was floating around. I was not part of the dream, I was just an observer, watching the dream happen. There were kids on a beach, floating in the water. It was cartoonish, but not quite an actual cartoon. The kids realized they had drifted from the beach their parents were at. My view changed from being right beside the kids, to seeing a map of them moving back a few beaches to where their parents were.

Third Frag

I was in a house I dream of somewhat frequently. It's a plain house, white walls, beige carpets. There wasn't much going on. My boyfriend and I were walking around the house in search of something, but I don't recall what. As we walked around we found his dad sitting at a large wooden dining table. I had a feeling of being in trouble as his dad calmly ate his food. We walked away, heading for the door that led to the backyard..Once I crossed the threshold of the door the dream change. I was now at an indoor skating rink. We sat down on some bleachers with other spectators. There was a small hockey game going on. There was a young boy sitting with his mother beside me. My boyfriend poked me, and then to the kid. The kid asked if he could have some of my poutine with pulled pork on it, to which i glared, said "No, you had some already" and kept the delicious food to myself. I continued watching the hockey game.


I think that's about it for last night's dream..Can only recall these frags for now. Hoping tonight is more eventful!

I'm with and older cousin and her husband and children. We're in front of this gate that leads to this disneyland/college campus, but my cousin seems irritated that there is a women in a toll booth looking thing saying that it's not free anymore and that we have to pay to get in. So we start walking away, the toll booth lady gets distracted, and I see my cousin running into the gate opening so we all follow her in. then I walk off a little and the scene turns into like a costco store and I find the purple beach cruiser that my sister had as a child and I get on it and ride around a few aisles and I see a boy riding a blue version of the beach cruiser and we laugh because we both know we shouldn't be riding the bikes around the store, we decide we want to check out the other bikes for sell because we're more into bmx bikes. We get to the bike section but there's all these different acoustic guitars for sell there. We stand there confused wondering where the bikes are as an employees approaches us and tells us we can't ride bikes in the store so we ride away around some more aisle and find more bikes, they spread out one or two every aisle it's strange. And the bikes I find are ugly mountain/bmx bike hybrid looking things with 90's paint job on them. Then next thing I know me and the boy are getting ready to teleport or something, something big, and he tells me to sit in a chair and wait for the woman to come, when she comes she teleports the boy one body part at a time, next she does me, I sit in the chair and she sees my face and freaks out so I run off and she chases me and now we're running around this pool that is in the middle of nowhere, like a opening in a huge corn field, I threaten her that I'll jump in the water, so I do and I sink, then I get pulled to the shallow end by her and the boy, and now there's lots of other people there in the pool and out of the pool just watching the situation.

I was in a cave, a big circular cave with four support pillars. I was a guardsman (a soldier from the warhammer 40k universe) together with my squad. We were holding the only entrance to the cave against an incoming wave of tyranids (a kind of creature, again from the warhammer 40k universe). We were firing our laser rifles against them, but with no effect. So we started discussing what to do, and even though we did so for a long time the tyranids didn't reach us even though they were like 50 meters away.

We hatched a great idea. We started pouring the laser from our rifles into a bucket...yes, laser is apparently a liquid. (dream logic ftw!) Then we poured the liquid onto catapults and fired it against the tyranids, with great success! They still didn't move while we fired against them for some reason.

These dreams took place over the course of the last week.
Recall has fluctuated a lot.
L.K means the K-th dream on day L.

1.1
I am sitting in my high school AP Gov class, debating a book's usage of a Ben Franklin quote. I don't remember the quote itself. Maybe the exact quote was never actually in the dream, but only the concept that a Ben Franklin quote was just read aloud. I said that the usage couldn't have been what Franklin intended, since "America's founding was based on Athenian democracy." I asked the teacher, who was the one who actually taught my class in real life, "So is this story supposed to be post-present? Then why is the government fascist?" (In retrospect, none of this sounds anything like the AP Gov curriculum, nor does it sound like an even remotely intelligent discussion.) Friend AF was there too, but didn't say much.

1.2
Kinda related to dream 1.1. Was it the last day of classes for that year? My classmates and I had been sent off to buy party food at the local market. (The one where we'd occasionally buy lunch.) I was supposed to get frozen deserts: ice cream and popsicles. The popsicle flavors were unusual: lime, coconut, oreo (what the heck?). I was buying vanilla ones, as directed. (They seemed like creamsicles really.) It seemed like I'd been sent on the trip by my AP Gov teacher, but also by my math teacher. But it seemed like only one was doing anything like throwing a celebration in class. It was either/or, but my dreamstate was logically foggy enough to tolerate the potential contradiction there.

2.1
A dream on a beach. Grey sky, 30 degree sloping sand. I am with my dog, but a big black and white dog (a Border Collie, maybe?) is chasing us. (It looks very similar to a black and white dog I painted as a kid, though I didn't realize this until I woke up.) I have to push the dog out of the way; my palm redirects his snout away from my smaller dog. Oddly enough, when I looked back over at my dog, her snout looked shorter, and was a bit upturned. She looks vaguely princess-y, which doesn't suit her at all.

2.2
Another dream, in a watery world with lots of greenery. There is a big lake full of 20-foot diameter lily pads, and a bunch of stilt houses. In the distance there are mustard-yellow sand dunes and palm trees. I recall very little of what happened. It sort of seemed like part of a movie I was watching, and sort of like a video game. I eventually seemed to fight some boss battle against a creature resembling the Omega Pirate from Metroid Prime.

2.3
Another dream. Vaguely Harry Potter-like. (Similarities with the Gringots transportation system, the Ministry of Magic's toilet entrance, and Hermione Granger.) Me, Emma Watson, and some other random people enter a public bathroom in the subway station. The florescent lights are out, save for one, so it's pretty dark. The walls are made of cinder blocks and concrete. We all step into the wheelchair-accessible stall, where there's an fancy old-fashioned steel-cage elevator. We all get in. Emma Watson presses a button to take us all back to "the apartment." (Do we live together?) The elevator goes up, slides along the high ceiling, through a ventilation shaft whose opening is oriented perpendicular to the ground. The elevator exits the ventalation system. We turn right, and right again, and hover above an empty stall in a different subway station bathroom. The elevator plunges through the floor, and drops me and Emma Watson off in a stairwell.

The stairwell resembles the one in Eddy Morra's chinatown apartment (from the movie Limitless). The main difference is the stairs go up the opposite direction; the torque of the stairs is downwards in the movie, but upwards in my dream. Additionally, there's a large window situated to the right of the stair steps we've been dropped off at. Outside the window is a street, and across the street is some random inner-city shops, grey sky, trees with waxy circular leaves and light-grey bark. I am about to open the front door, but I hear shouting and furniture banging around. I knock on the door. A bullet whizzes past me, from through the door. I move to the right side of the door, back near the window. I jiggle the door handle, so that whoever is doing the shooting will think I'm still there, and will waste bullets. He shoots so many holes through the door that one could easily push a big chunk of the wood from the door right through. I wait silently. The shooter approaches the door, and pushes a big portion of the door's wood through. Just what I thought would happen.

The shooter sticks his head out. It's Tracy Morgan. (Lolwut?) He sees us and tries to shoot. I push Emma Watson out of the way, and move in front of the door. He'll have to turn his gun, a silver six-shooter, about 90 degrees in order to shoot me. But I won't let that happen. I grab his hand with my right hand, and the muzzle of his gun with my left. His wrist strength against two arms? No way. I turn the gun on him, and blast his brains out. Geez.

Anyway, I open the door, and walk in. The place is poorly lit, but there's light creeping in from the dusty horizontal blinds on the windows. My parents are inside; my Mom is at the narrow end of a ceramic table with tiles embedded in it, and my Dad is sitting in the middle of the long side, with his chair turned to face the TV. They seem unaware of the whole Tracy Morgan incident that just took place. They tell me they're about to watch a movie, and ask if I'd like to join them. I ask what they'll watch. I begin reading the decription on the DVD envelope. It's not that great-sounding. I hesitate, and ask if we can watch the movie from dream 2.3. (I didn't ask verbally though. It seemed more like telepathy.) My Dad points out that Natalie Portman is in this movie. I decide to watch it. I sit on the light-beige carpeted floor, leaving against an unoccupied grey couch behind me. In the movie, Natalie Portman has shoulder-length lavender colored hair, but I hardly found it unusual, (nor should I, necessarily) since "it's just a movie."

After the movie ends, I get up and go to the fridge. There are shrunken heads inside, in glass jars. They're marinading in something. I freak out, and wake up.

3.1
I go to a shop with beige walls, with depth about 100 feet, and width about 20 feet. The far end of the otherwise barren room has a sloped refrigerating shelf, (kinda like the place in Starbucks where bottled drinks are, but much steeper angle and many more levels). The shelf is taller than I am. There are lots of elixirs and nootropic beverages on the shelf. I pick out a JustChill which has a greenish color in place of the customary blue. I also buy a second drink, whose details I don't remember or maybe never dreamed up.

I head to my Dad's office, which seems to be in the Physics research building on campus. Huh. His office is long but not deep. About 30 feet wide, 7 feet deep. There are two windows, each with has black horizontal metal window shades. A yellowish light radiates from from the ceiling, onto beige walls and a chevron-shaped desk, made of glued together bits of recycled-wood. It's nestled into into the corner. I tell him "these drinks are great for focus," and that "they even have blueberry flavor," although that isn't the flavor I bought. He thanks me for telling him, but declines to try one.

4.1
I am in a girl's dorm room. The room has royal blue walls, and a 2 foot wide square window, across from the door. Between the door and the window is a desk of opaque tempered glass, like the one in my room. I'm sitting sideways in her swivel chair. Outside the window is the top of a tree, and the pale grey sky.

The girl has red hair, green eyes, a blue sweater, and a pink skirt. God she's cute. The rest is R-rated.

5.1
At an odd sort of apartment, where the wooden stairs come up to a wall, without there being a platform to stand on before getting to the wall. It kinda resembles Friend NH's place. Running parallel with the stairs' horizontal component is a hallway, with yellow wood floors, and white walls. Friend MZ has let me in, and I ask why he hadn't collected rent the money I send him a while ago. He gives an unintelligible answer, and I ask if it needs to be a paper check. He says no, and as he does so, he turns into Friend LM, but with an egg-shaped head. What the heck? He directs me to go down the hallway. He opens a white door full of glass windows. I see Friend MP inside the sun room, which has olive-colored shades covering the windows, and light creeping in through the edges. He raises a drink in greeting.

My alarm goes off, I wake up.

6.1
More border collies. A recurring dream? The context seemed a bit different. All I remember is that black and white dog from dream 2.1.