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23/05/2013

I was in my house and I randomly looked outside to see a girl that I've known for about 6-7 years maybe more, she doesn't live round here anymore so it was a surprised to see her sitting down near the road near my house. I went outside to talk to her, I remember having a long conversation with her, I can't remember what she said, probably because the dream was from about 3 days ago.

26/05/2013

I can only remember fragments to this dream. At first I remember being inside a room sitting down with 3 other people, one of them was a girl from my school who I kinda knew, and the other 2 i'm not quite sure. So there was this man in front of us telling us about something, he looked sort of mad. It was like he was telling us off, i'm not too sure of the plot of this dream either. I remember getting up and then he pushed me down, this made me think about Qi and maybe I could harness Qi to help us escape. Next thing I remember is that this man is not there anymore, and its just us 3. The girl I knew said she was going somewhere, and to look after her daughter. Her daughter sort of looked like my niece, I think she was actually lol. She was taking a while so I thought i'd take her daughter somewhere safe as I didn't like the look of things in this room, so went to another room which looked like my living room and she came in there and sat down. Then I think my niece turns into a cat and runs up to her and jumps and sits on the sofa. I sat down too.

Dream recall from today's nap. I am surprised i managed to fall asleep especially with people randomly entering my room and jumping by the room's door, and no i was not dreaming about people jumping by the door(did RC), it's just my family is like that... sometimes...

Anyways, i was trying to fall asleep and suddenly somebody enters the room again(HI starts), at first i am like 'Oh come on, not again' but then i get familiar feeling of being in dream, i hear voice and shortly somebody starts trying really hard to wake me up by shaking. I open the eyes and ofcourse nobody's here. Dream seems to be a bit unstable so i rub hands, as i rub them i notice an increasing number of fingers, i think there were 7 or 8 fingers when i stopped rubbing. Dream became more stable, i take off headphones and get up. The room looks a bit different but mostly same except for a few furniture locations. I go towards balcony, door is open. On my way i start barely feeling what seems to be another body, i try to ignore that, but as i reach the doorway i get stuck paralyzed and my feeling of the body gets 'desynced' with how i actually see my dream body. I try rubbing hands, i can still move a bit but lack of sync of what i feel with what i see confuses me, haha. Also i notice that the balcony is completely on ground level and there are people walking and the cityscape does not looks familiar. Shortly dream destabilizes.
I wake up in the other room, chandelier is missing lamps, i find it confusing and then i wake up properly.

Become lucid from the begining of the dream, made reality check and desided to visit Saturn. Flew, but soon felt, that i couldn't fly. I landed and said to myself: It's my dream. It's only nerve movement in my head. I can do what i want. It really helped and i flew to the space and stoped not far from the moon. I looked at stars and didn't see any planet. All the stars were the same. i tried to scan space with my hand trying to fix where the saturn was. Around my hand appeared small balls which moved like crease marks. It was beautiful. I scaned on the left, on the right, up and down and soon i found a small blue ball. I decided that its saturn and flew with super speed. My speed was so super))) that i found myself on some planet with craters. I thought, that i missed the rings And i was thrown in the non-lucid dream.

Non-lucid
Lucid

Fragment 1: The Lady and the Disgruntled Serving Woman

The people here are human in shape but their skin has different hues. I'm watching a scene play out, there's a woman with pale skin with obviously pink/red undertones gliding around the estate giving orders to the serving staff. Half of them know her well, a quarter of them don't care to know her any better, and the last quarter resent the elevation of her status. She has not been the Lady long, and it is within her rights to make demands, but not all of them like it.
The mansion, in contrast to the people, is all stark white walls, white marble floors with grey veins. There are, however, colorful paintings at intervals in each hallway and where there isn't a painting there are half-circle tables with white vases and bright flowers. The serving woman in question mutters every time the Lady leaves the room. She's now standing on an open patio that leads to the garden. There's a large white planter at her feet full of flowers. The half the flower buds are dark blue fading to white in...splotches. The other half are yellow.
The serving woman's skin has blue and purple undertones, her hair is silver-blue, pulled back into a long curling tail. Her anger makes her seem ugly. A man approaches her from inside. She glances at him and takes one of the flowers in her hand and pulls off the yellow, revealing a blue flower underneath. It's almost like the color is just a sleeve that's meant to be removed. She tosses the thing into a basket at her feet.
"Is there something you want?" She asks, it seems she's inherently unpleasant.
"Her Ladyship is giving you a choice. Either fall in line or leave. Happiness is not a requirement to do your job." I get a good look at him, his skin is faint yellow green. "Do you really think she doesn't know your movements? She sees everything. Remember that."
The serving woman gives him a sarcastic curtsey.

Fragment 2: The Wagon
The area seems like it is inside and outside at once. Like it is a hallway but also a natural occurrence in the landscape. There are gates at regular intervals, locked to keep the enemy from having access to our trade routes. Something has happened to the world, it is winding down, it is more violent than it used to be.
I unlock one of the gates and allow a wagon through. A man I used to work with is driving it, he offers me a ride. I say I have one more thing I need to get first. He asks me a question, about work or how I'm doing.
I turn my back on the wagon and crouch down to do something as I'm answering. When I turn back around I see that they have already started up toward the next gate without me, and that they didn't listen to me at all. It makes me really angry.
"Sure, just leave me here, that's fine." I mutter, kicking at a rock.

Fragment 3: Abandoned (Lucid)
I'm a child, my parents have died and I've been living at a refuge for lost children. There were two cruel boys who are making their way to being cruel men, they are both seventeen and have never been considered for adoption. They don't like me. When a foster parent decided they wanted to adopt me and not the boys, they either hurt or killed him, ensuring that I would end up back at the refuge. There's a man who used to know my parents, a traveling merchant named Nedus. He regrets that he cannot take me with him, because of what the boys might do. He has a son at home to think about.
I'm standing in a library, my back to Nedus. The two cruel boys are hiding, watching us with jealous eyes. I hope they understand that I'm not leaving with Nedus, so they'll leave him alone. I face the door, it's a rectangle of golden light. I'm tired of just standing here.
I decide I can do anything I want. It will be easy. Just like that I leap into a back handspring. I do it again, then again. At first I don't chain them together. Then I think that I should just keep going, so I do. I do several back handsprings and end in a back flip. I'm surprised at how easy it feels and that my mind hasn't gotten into the way and made me smash the hell out of my face or something.
There's a lapse and I'm in what looks like an outdoor office. This, too, is inside and outside at once. For instance, there is a wire fence, and a gate, and there's grass and a hill. But in the corner there is a desk and a bookshelf against a dark green wall. There's a long dark wood beam pointing toward the gate.
I decide I want to do a front flip now. It seems like a new and exciting idea (Why is this more awesome than flying? o.O I'm so weird), I climb up onto the beam. I figure it will be easier to do a front flip off of an edge as opposed to trying to get enough air from a jump to not smash the hell out of my head. I go to the far end and run toward the gate. My mind plays a trick on me and as I near the edge, the beam shortens making me stumble off. I frown and as I'm about to climb back up, I hear the two boys behind me. I wander over to the desk and I see a single book on top of it. It's a thin volume. The top half is smooth, white and pale green plaid. The white has yellowed. There's an oval in the center with an illustration, the bottom half of the book is solid pale green. I think that Nedus' son would love this book.
The boys spot me, I run for the beam, they follow. I climb up onto it and run to the edge, leaping off and front flipping over the gate.
"Do you really think that will save you?" One of them calls after me.

Fragment 4: The Queen
I'm in my childhood home. I'm running up the stairs to find that our pregnant queen/president has been attacked and dragged into one of the transport tubes that line the wall where the fireplace used to be. The tubes go from floor to ceiling, the top and bottom are dark blue, the middle is clear plastic with a handle. It reminds me vaguely of a vacuum cleaner.
I follow after the assailant, pulling open the door and slipping in.

At some point I hurt my forehead, so that I have a cut through my right eyebrow.

I'm in a theater. I think that it's too bright in there and after a long moment I realize that instead of facing to the front, we are all looking to our right to watch a movie on a small projection screen. They stop the movie so they can transfer it to the actual large screen in front of us. The entire time I'm sitting there shaving my eyebrows. At the time I think it's because I cut my head, it seemed perfectly logical to shave off my eyebrows, but I couldn't finish because of the cut. I decide I need to look in a mirror. I walk over to the wall where there just happens to be a mirror.
I'm all dirty, covered in smudges of soot so that I can't really tell what my features will look like with my shaved eyebrows. At first my appearance shocks me, but the longer I look, the less startling it is. I think that I need a towel to wipe off the soot....then I wake up.

I was sitting in Biology class stressing over this test we're having. I'm sorry that's all I remember, tonight will be better! I honestly woke up with two full dreams though.

5/24/2013
12:30 fragment 1: I dreamed about how if one cannot remember a whole dream, one can sort the dream fragments by length. .

5:00 fragment 2: I caught up with my older son at a busstop to give him one of his homeworks which he had forgotten to take. (In reality he does not even take the bus to school.) He was with another boy. He said it was good that I had arrived because someone was about to kiss (it was not explained who), and it would be awkward.

5:15 failed WBTB attempt: about 15 minutes up, recorded fragment, went to bathroom, mantra repeat, tried to WILD, result: no recall at 6:45

5/25/2013
to bed at midnight due to coffee late in afternoon

6am A blue color worker was telling his family that he got job in better paying job further away as representative worker who could answer company questions about workers. They were so impressed that he was willing to relocate and had the drive to advance to a white collar job.

DREAM 1: This dream was about the Avengers... sort of. Iron Man was there, Captain America, and Wolverine. Thor had just joined, but instead of his usual Norse god self he was a blue creature (looked like a Navi from Avatar) with super strength and the ability to manifest eight electric spider legs from his spine that acted like whips. The enemy they had to fight was a goddess of destruction or something like that. They fought her in the city at night, but she couldn't be damaged in any sort of way. Back at HQ, someone invented a black inky substance that could cause every disease known to man. However, because of her toughness they had to inject it into her rather than any other way they could think of. The Avengers fought her again, and she pretty much dessicated them. Only Iron Man and Thor were still conscious, but Iron Man lost most of his armor except for his helmet, chest plate, and one of his gauntlets. Iron Man poured the black substance on his gauntlet while Thor used his whips to penetrate the goddess's abdomen. Iron Man thrust his hand into her wound, and the goddess began to cough up blood. Then she turned into a miniature chubby clown, then imploded into herself and vanished.

DREAM 2: I was at our local store, Vons, in the isle with the meat. My ex and two of her friends were there talking. My ex pulled me aside while her friends left. She wanted to ask me something, and she looked distraught. She was almost crying. She said the reason she wanted to get back with me when I first broke up with her was because the guy she was seeing behind my back hooked up with another girl while they were seeing each other, and she wasn't over him. This made me mad that she actually told me that, and now wanted advice. I woke up before the dream could progress.
(In real life I have no way of knowing this is true, but I don't feel like this is true.)

Date: 25 May

Total sleep time: 8 hrs

Fragment1: I am putting on make up, an eye liner that looks really good

Fragment2: someplace with my relatives

Fragment3: with friends, and there is dust on my sunglasses

Fragment4: on the beach, a friend that I don't like, and two other girls posing for photos

Fragment5: I see another friend that I don't like, I try to avoid her but my other friend goes and talks to her, so she sees me as well.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was at the park entrance and there were alot of trains.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was in some kind of FPS game. There was some weird blue outdoors area, that was pretty confusing to navigate. Some parts of the area were navigated using minecarts and there were many elevation changes and obstacles. Also i was playing coop with somebody else and he knew the area better. We were fighting some huge enemies one of which was some kind of giant blue gorilla thing.

Dream 3:

There was some story about kingdoms, i was in one kingdom and there was some other kingdom. We were trying to get spirits onto our side. One was on our side already and he looked like half humanoid, half some kind of animal, and he was a sword master. We were going through palace and searching for the others. I was talking to some people of the kingdom a few times, and at one point another spirit joined us, though can't recall how he looked other than being half humanoid, half something else as well. Then there was an elevator and up in the tower part of palace we have found another spirit he was silent and looked like half-humanoid, half-eagle. Then there was some kind of quarrel between him and sword master and they were getting into trouble while i and some kingdom people were trying to stop them being so angry at each other.
Later on, i was talking to the leader about one bunny-like spirit which was in the same room as well, also we were talking about our objective, which was to dethrone the king of the other kingdom and save spirits. That bunny-like was playing around in meanwhile.
Shortly the cutscene started and i was seeing the other kingdom, then the king room. The king was ruthless type of king and he was angry about spirits, he kept them caged and stuff and he was planning the attack on the other kingdom. He also made some dude to infect the more 'evolved' version of bunny-like spirit with some kind of virus. The spirits apparently could contact with each other through some kind of room/place, to which they could teleport at any time. I was back at the palace and there was discussion about whether we should allow them to contact each other, i didn't saw why not but someone else said that it's better not to, bunny-like spirit disappeared.
Another cutscene started, showing that spirit room and two bunny-like spirits from earlier on playing with each other around the tree in center. Then back to normal, there was talk about virus and i was trying to find way to make that spirit return. Then i was talking to somebody else and we got the whole team ready to go to battle. I went out of the palace, leading them.

A few good dreams last night. I think I'm just going to start focusing on the most important dreams.

I was outside in a park, pretty close in appearance to the same park of the last couple nights, where I had the big slacklining dream. Buttbouncing from line to line. After awhile it doesn't really matter what's underneath, since you're gonna land anyways! I think I wrote that one down. Not sure. (Edit: guess not.) I set up my slackline between these two posts. There were rodeo setups wayyy up high, with matts TAPED to the bottom of the line. Like that would help if you fall off... couple of geniuses over here. I point this out to somebody. Damn, I'm hilarious.

This is actually a college campus. All around me there are discussions of planned parenthood and pregnancy. I feel bad for these people; one girl is trying to put a positive spin on her newfound pregnancy talking to her mom. But damn, I'm not about to get into all that. It's a foreign topic for me. I do a tiny bit of slacklining. More interesting is the scenery on the top of the hill behind me. There's a little valley full of grass, where mowers come down at top speed to shear it away. There are different kinds of birds. A truck takes off and actually catches air over the top of the hill, landing on the baseball diamond and bouncing another good six feet in the air. I wonder away from my slackline, and start to hang around these people (who may be playing hackey sack) who are having the discussion on planned parenthood. I see Truman playing tennis with DaJuan and Yvonne. Sweet! Truman asks me if I want to play winner with him. Hell yeah I do, that sounds like a lot of fun. I go up to the room to try and find him, which is successful, and it IS a lot of fun. Spikes and such.

I begin to realize, and this is the whole gist of the dream, that I can do whatever I want, so long as I do it with all of myself. That's what faith comes down to. And it's been a really weird process of finding myself. I decide to go to KoC2, which was different in my dream. I'm not entirely sure how I got there chronologically. I began by watching a livestream; a collage of livestreams, rather, since this tournament was supposed to have every single setup recorded with a livestream and player cam. Amazing! There were so many different points of view that I could enter. It started off with Mango and Alex being piss drunk, and the ran into the glass of a restaurant and broke it to make their appearance. Two separate times! Mango first, then Alex. Other images from the tournament: Darrell playing on Kongo Jungle, during a game, with all his heart and soul. He was trying desperately to climb up from the edge, with his actual body, as he did it in the game. Pretty intense! I remember thinking that it might be better for him if he cooled off. Just as I thought that, Zori came up behind him and he turned around and gave her a smooch on the cheek. Heartwarming . He didn't take it that seriously after all. Also during that tournament I played a poker tournament with Arian vs two other good players. We were expected to lose. Isn't that funny? Winning and losing is an attitude to me, not necessarily dictated by skill in a particular field. Arian is supposedly good at poker. We have a shared pot; he goes in on a pair of two 5s even before we see the flop. I don't bet anything, so his 5 thousand dollars is in, but mine's not. We go through the motions and they have a pair with a higher kicker, so we lose. The crowd leaves. But wait, I still have all MY money. Oh well, fuck it. I play a few uninspired hands and then give up in despair and frustration. It was a losing battle anyways.

I start walking around the tournament. It's really hot, and there's a gigantic pool with sticky stuff on top of it, almost like it congealed into the top of a running track. I say "watch this" and I try to run across the whole thing. I make it! Sweet. Lots of tomfoolery like this. Afterwards I start walking around. I have to take a shit. (This happens so often LOL.) There's a strange public bathroom which I have to learn how it works. Folding plastic toilet compartments and everything. I try to figure out something to sit on so I can drop a load, something that isn't dirty and covered in piss. There's a condom station within the plastic apparatus, which unfolds and I rotate it like a rolodex. There are slots for tampons and other stuff too. Super strange. I keep struggling; someone shows me a way to do it. I keep trying. Then I wake up.

As I was walking around the tournament I had a chance of becoming lucid, but it felt like i actually turned it down because I didn't want to risk waking up. I'm gonna wake up earlier and earlier so this doesn't happen again, so I'm not worried about waking up.

Also another dream that came to me from early in the night: in the climax of a book or movie, I'm in a dark environment. Adam and I are trying to sneak into the core of this huge technological thing, Contact style, and he transforms into a silver liquid being. Someone tries to lay down with a black disc on their chest to fool the security camera which is looking at the center; he plans on springing up to vault the other person over the edge to their death. I can't really believe they would go to such lengths, commit such TREACHERY. Also, a brief image again of showing Bobby Scar all my 100% super hard completion Crash Bandicoot files. He ends up starting a new game of Zelda on "Master" difficulty. All these Master Extreme ++ difficulty levels again.

May 25, 2013 -- [Went to sleep at about 10:30, probably drifted away about 10:45. Phone records show I received the text message that half-woke me at 11:52, then drifted back to sleep and continued dream, actually waking around 12:05, so you could argue most of this dream actually took place on the 24th.]

I'm at the Hickory house and mom is beating up on me again [nothing like this ever happened in real life, but in dreams I have to deal with this frequently, the last couple of years ... my mom, who has been dead for 7 or 8 years, is battering me for no reason in my dreams, except that she is going crazy.] She is claiming that I have done something horrible to the cat, who has been gone for something like 15 years, now, and it is obvious she is nuts. I put up with it for a little while, but then warn her if she continues hitting me, I am going to have to fight back. When she won't stop, I hit her and throw her around just enough to make her stop hitting me.

The problem is, there are other people in the house, and I now have to try to explain things to them, so they don't think I'm a bully who beats up on women. Meanwhile, I am trying to walk out of the house, but as I make it out of the hallway and into the living room, there are two young, cute, Japanese anime-style school girls there, too young, but not dangerously so, at about 16-18, I'd guess. They are sitting there in short skirts and tight tops, school girl uniform type of things, sitting there, talking to each other. I stop to enjoy the view for a few seconds. One of them has dyed red hair and Japanese features, and has her shorts pulled aside to reveal her landing strip and slit, quite a distraction. She seems to be making out with the other girl and rubbing herself on her leg, and I really have to almost tear myself away to stop watching.

I walk out the door of the house to find myself in a sort of cross between a hotel and a shopping mall. I am meeting Dale here before he has to leave and fly home to California [Dale hasn't been here since November, don't know why all these dreams about him going back to CA the last few nights when he hasn't even been here ...]. I'm trying to explain about the situation with mom, and how she's kind of getting nuts as she gets older, but he's really running late, packing very messily, and running out the door to try and avoid missing his plane, so he isn't really listening.

I follow him out the door, calling for him to slow down, and quit moving like a giraffe on those long legs, and find him near the exit (half hotel, half theme park, now), talking to a guy he's run into that looks very familiar, but I just can't quite recognize him. [Looking back at the dream now, he looked a lot like Biff Tannen, the bully jock from the Back to the Future movies, with a hint of Truman's 'best friend' from The Truman Show thrown in.] I just realize I probably vaguely recognize him from some movie, and am about to ask him what I recognize him from, but Dale has run off again, so I have to hurry to catch up.

I find him in the parking lot, just climbing into his rental car, and I ask him, did he pack everything? Does he need anything? He tells me that his new cell phone from Publix works really, really fast, and he's really happy with it. He also tells me he would really like me to make him a copy of some sort of DVD I have a some Disney stage shows (probably stuff I filmed using his camera) and the friend he is now with (who I don't know) also says he would like a copy. He runs off, and I suddenly find myself working a shift in the J.C. Penney warehouse.

[Somewhere about here, I was half-woke by a text on my cell phone, which I assumed was probably from Dale (it was, btw), but I just drifted back to sleep and back to the dream, which may explain a little of what is to follow.]

I find myself sort of flying around, working up at the loading docks where stuff is taken off the trucks and put on conveyor belts, then dropped from about 20 feet up, and we have to catch them, sort them, and put them on pallets. (In real life this would injure people and break stuff, but in dreams, I've had several like this in the last couple of years.) Annoyingly, I am not handling the regular stuff, but damaged returns, so instead of getting a box full of items, I am getting one of this thing, one of that, and I have to sort them into boxes with like items, making far more work, and they keep sending more and more stuff on the belts, and I am getting further and further behind, but they refuse to slow down. Soon there is so much stuff that it causes the entire system to collapse, with stuff scattered all over the place, the conveyor belt falling apart around me, and a very large flat screen TV hitting the ground and cracking open.

There is a young punk manager here, and though the whole thing is his fault, he tells me he is going to place all the blame on me, and I am going to be fired for this, and I am just thinking this is so unfair, and wishing they had hidden cameras out on the floor to catch him bragging about how it was his fault, but I am going to take the blame, but I know they don't. No fair! Meanwhile, some of the broken crates that have fallen seem to be stuff of mine that I have packed up and stored, and I now find myself running around, trying to gather my stuff together, including several bits of clothes that include old security uniforms I haven't worn in years.

By now I find myself out deep in the warehouse, among the tall racks of stock, all sorted on pallets and up in the air, except the space on the ground, the lowest rows, aren't filled with pallets, but all the associates' lockers, and as I am walking along, I spot one of them that has smoke gently rising from it. Something has caught fire. I am trying to call for help, and get somebody out here before things can spread, when I spot smoke rising from another locker a couple of rows away. And another. And another. There seems to be an arsonist running around, starting fires. There are several upper level employees running around trying to put them out, but I am helping out, acting as a spotter.

As they continue, I can't help but notice the floors we're standing on are not tile, or even stone (which would make even more sense), but there is a strip of carpeting, a kind of a blue-green carpet, running the width of the aisle, and the entire length of the warehouse. As I am standing there, pointing at another burning locker, I am kind of shocked to find another associate swimming up to me in the carpet. He splashes some water up at the locker and puts out the fire, and even splashes a tiny bit at me. I am really in shock. He is swimming along like he is swimming laps, but I'm just standing on it ... nothing but carpet, to me. "How can you do that?" I ask, but he refuses to tell me, darn it!

I can't help it ... I pull out my cell phone and start to text Dale and tell him what is going on in the warehouse, and I hope I will manage to catch him before he gets on his plane. As I continue, it slowly turns from a text into an e-mail, and I now seem to be typing on my laptop, which is easier, of course. But I am still getting annoyed because, though I can type quite fast (probably about 35 or 40 words a minute when I know what I want to say, even though I don't know how to touch type), there is a girl standing there, sending texts of her own, and she is somehow typing about 10 to 20 times as fast as me, which shouldn't be possible. In retaliation, I just start mashing the keys with both hands and even my arms, sending masses of complete gibberish to Dale, before I wake up.

[And the moment I wake up, I check my cell phone and verify the text that half-woke me was, indeed from him, and immediately started texting him about the dream he almost woke me from, but since I only just woke up, half of that text was also gibberish. ]

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May 25, 2013 -- Somehow I have been visiting with Carolyn S., and was somehow even there last week when one of her sons (Carson, I think) graduated from elementary school [very odd, since all of her kids are already out of high school], though because of some sort of emergency or problem, Carolyn was not able to make it. She is very disappointed about this, and feels really bad about it. So when I am out doing stuff a couple of days later, and find myself in the right place at the right time, I decide to help out. I am somewhere in California, Garden Grove or Santa Ana or somewhere I know the major streets, but not well, and I realize I am really near Carson's school, so I decide to stop by and see if, even though the graduation has already happened, if there might be any more festivities Carolyn might be able to catch, to make up for missing the graduation.

As I said, the overall area is Garden Grove or something, but when the bus drops me off at his school, it is an exact duplicate of Peter Marshall. I approach the kindergarten playground and classrooms, and there are a lot of other people wanting to speak to somebody as well, so it is fairly crowded. But as I am walking up, I realize that it is Sunday, so nobody is going to be here. [Never mind that if graduation was last week, school is over for the summer, anyway.] I comment on this, and several others realize I am correct, and start walking away. I am about to join them, when I glance back at the class rooms. Not only are there people on the playgrounds, but I can even see them in the classrooms through the windows, so even though it is Sunday, people are still here.

I walk to the office, and find myself in a big line of people. I glance around, and there are five or six people working, and I remember when I was a kid at Marshall, and how there was only Ms Gurly and one teen working in here and managing everything. I can't imagine how they need so many people, now, but figure it must be much more record keeping because computers have made it so much 'easier' these days. Anyway, a couple of the people waiting in front of me in this huge line are pushy punks, and they start shoving me around a bit, until the staff gets angry, and orders us all to get out. They head out the door in front of me, and since they are now gone, I turn around at the last second and stay. Sine there is no more trouble, they let me.

I find myself leaning against the wall next to the door to the principal's office, and there is a meeting going on in there with a lot of people. Unfortunately the door is broken, and I keep bumping it open and having to apologize. Meanwhile, I am playing with a couple of nails sticking out of the wall, and find myself backing away from several large spiders. (Large as in large types, wolf spiders, or wood spiders, perhaps, not something like huge spiders. just like an inch or two long.) They tell me not to worry about the spiders, and nobody seems to care, though they creep me out a little.

Soon I finally have a chance to speak to the person in charge (who warns me they are still putting together the diplomas and mailing them out, and I can't collect it in person), and I say something like "I'm here on behalf of Carolyn S. Her son graduated a few days ago ... his name is ..." "Carson, yes. We were very proud of him ... such a shame what happened." "Wha?" "Oh, he went out and got drunk three days ago, and something happened, and now he is dead!" "But I just saw him ..." I continue to think ... four days ago! Oh no! Poor Carolyn. I am horrified. And about that time I wake up.

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May 25, 2013 -- [Even later in the morning ... but most of this one is missing. There was even more of this one, before the part I remember, and I think it involved looking for a nice restaurant.] There were bits about eating, and maybe a hint of balloon twisting that I can barely remember, but then I find myself getting home at the Hickory house. Mom is being a bit of a pest, but nowhere near as bad as in the first dream of the night. Carolyn S. is also here, and it is several days after the second dream. I know I ought to tell her how sorry I am to hear about her son, and apologize for my visit to his grade school, but she is running out to door for a balloon gig of her own. But just as she is exiting, she mentions that Carson was asking about me, yesterday. Turns out he is fine, and the woman at the school didn't have any idea what she was talking about. Weird.

Meanwhile, I am walking to my second bedroom, and find that both the doors are open, and mom has been in there, messing with my stuff again. Darn it, I wish that woman would stay out of my room and leave my stuff alone! I walk in, and start glancing around to see what she might have messed with, and soon find myself playing some Runescape. It is half-live, half game, but I have no computer to play with. I soon find myself facing off against a huge troll or ogre, something along the lines of Bork, but not him. Problem is, I can't seem to touch him, but he sure seems to be able to touch me! Somebody sees me having problems, and calls over to me that the only thing he is weak to is the casting of bloom, but I don't have my druid pouch with me.

Luckily, I do have my first ever cell phone, my old silver Sanyo flip phone, and I pull it out of my pocket, and start flipping through it to see if I might have any sort of Runescape app. Luckily I find one that allows me to cast bloom by pushing the 2 key, so I wait for the creature to attack me, hold the phone at him, mash the 2 key a few times, and a bright light comes out of the phone, and starts to injure him. I have to wait a little while before he recovers enough to try again, and we do the same thing. This goes on 10 or 12 times, and I've beaten him down to about half health, but unfortunately, I'm almost out of prayer, so I am not going to be able to cast bloom anymore. So I am struggling with the app to see if there is any way I can access my Ardy cloak to recharge my prayer points, but so far I haven't managed it. [In actuality, I would probably need the Falador shield, rather than the cloak.]

[FONT=Courier New][SIZE=3][U]5/24[/U][/SIZE]

[U]Non-Lucid:[/U]
My friend Cooper was complaining about how much he dislikes trials. Which is weird, because I am the one(ironaut, see what I did there?) that thinks American trail laws are dumb. There was some kind of hill behind him too. A small one.[/FONT]

I am in a video game. this isn't real. Everything is set up. There are a bunch of my family members there in this small town. My pastor, wife, dad, sisters, brother in laws, friends and randos.

The place is about the same size and shape as Nuketown, but the middle has a lot of trees, and the houses are closed and hard to get in. In the middle there is also a little shop run by my pastor. During the day time you need to make the alliances needed to survive the night, because you will die if you are outside during the night. Each night a roulette of Edgar Allen Poe, H. P. Lovecraft, and other macabre tales get chosen for those inside and out. It is harder to survive in the dark, so you need to be inside. Probably 100 people the first day there, trying to survive. The first day lasted like ten minutes. The first night I went to sleep and when I woke up about 5 people from my house were missing and it was still night time. The sun was rising and people had started setting things up. There was lots of fighting and looking for people. Everyone pretty much decided to not look for people since it was a game. No idea how many people left, because everyone was spread out, busy, and conducting secret meetings. The day lasted an hour or so. Didn't go to sleep that night. It was pretty blurry till the fourth day of this. I think that there are about 20 people left. The idea that it is a game has left me. People are dying everywhere. I found the roulette that chooses the night time. You need to be in the right place or you will die. People are getting more and more violent though. (I am cutting out a lot of this dream... There is a lot of stuff I am skipping out). I see one person that isn't fazed by this at all. He is talking to my sister. Hukif is teaching my sister a few things about survivalhe is also teaching albino squirrels how to manipulate ice so that they can fight. I start thinking about the dream and realizing how long I had been there. In my mind I remembered 20 different times of being there. So I might have forgot some nights there. It seemed very consistent and crazy fun..I then found a friend of mine being burried alive. I dug her out and gave her CPR and revived her (didn't think she was real, but thought that it was a consistent realm). Part of the game sent zombies at me and one jumped on me. He bit me and I started turning into a zombie. My arm started rotting and I started wanting to eat people (partial transform). Then Hukif sent the squirrels after me. Struggling with understanding how someone could do all this, I realized that this isn't a consistent realm anymore and I could use full dream powers. The squirells were jumping off of things trying to bite me. I am not a part-zombie anymore. One of them flies at me and I back hand smack it across the deck. It shatters. The other one I lift in the air (tk) and it shoots ice at me. I stop the ice and then send it back to its head and freeze it off. It falls to the ground and the head shatters.
I teleport to the basement. There are about twenty people celebrating that the game is over (it was getting violent and everyone couldn't get out) and that it is a dream. One guy is flying across the ceiling dancing and there is loud music with the party. My pastor asks me if I want a beer and I say no. My wife takes it and drinks up (apparently not pregnant, but it is a dream anyways. ).



Fun freaking dream!

So in my dream it was suppose to be Neil Armstrong but since I didn't know what he looked like I used lance Armstrong haha
anyway he was in a weird space craft pod thing that was going into space, it was designed to withstand being in space for very very long periods of time and this was the first launch. Armstrong had a kitty with him the cat was wearing like a kitty space suit? it was adorable but they landed on the moon and they were going to live there to see what space life would be like.
I wake up.

[FONT=Courier New][SIZE=3][U]5/21[/U][/SIZE] NOTE: I NEVER, EVER have dreams where I hurt people! IDK what happened! And I'm not a violent person!

[U][B]First Non-Lucid:[/B] [/U]
There are many scenes where I am making fun of people for not reaching/achieving something. [COLOR=#008000]:May have been school related:[/COLOR]

[U][B]Second Non-Lucid:[/B][/U]
One of my friends, Graham, is slicing people at school with a knife. It was school people, at least. He taught me to do so as well, and I did, but I don't remember any details. The knife I use is one I have at home, it's the one I use to cut bacon in half before pan-frying (however, I can't seem to remember seeing the handle, so I don't remember its color, red, like it is, or any other).

Well, I lied. I do remember the details of one specific 'knifing'. I was at a place a concrete hallway, very long. On my side-on the right from where I was standing-there was just concrete wall. But to my left, about eight feet away, there was a gap in the wall. It was about five feet tall, a lookout. [COLOR=#008080][It stretched the entirety of the hallway][/COLOR]. It opened to blue sky, and a background of perhaps palm trees. We were standing about in the middle of the beginning of the hallway, and the end. We are about three feet from the plain right side. Also Nobody is reacting to the knife/killings in any way, shape, or form.

This time, I try to 'get' my friend Jordan, but when the knife is at her throat, I cannot do it. [COLOR=#008080][Note that it is my guilt that is causing the stop][/COLOR] [COLOR=#008000]:I try again a few times, but still it does not work:[/COLOR] Eventually, I sort of break out crying. I make her aware that no matter what, she will have to die right then and there. I give her the knife, and it is again at her throat, but I don't remember if anything happened. [COLOR=#008080][I don't think she died. I don't know how or when, but eventually I will tell her what I saw. The reason I didn't do it in dream was b/c She is the most innocent, kind girl I have ever seen and she deserves to know. But I hope it won't put her in a state of 'people hate me, they want to kill me in their dreams', because she is prone to such thoughts][/COLOR].

So we are in a fictional version of my science teacher's (Mr. Southwick's) class. The 'me' character's mindset is different. 'I won't do it anymore', sort of like that. But I am afraid that the science teacher will get me in trouble for what I did. He asks me to speak to some counselor/psychiatrist.[/FONT]