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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Wow, it's been way too long since my last LD and I had almost forgotten how awesome it felt. Had a few beers last night and because I had had way too much to drink a few nights before, I got some pretty heavy REM rebound. Had many vivid dreams alongside the LD. It wasn't much, but it was pure joy the few seconds it lasted.

01.30: Sleep

06.00: TK DILD
I'm high up on a cliff in my old neighbourhood. I'm not sure who's with me, but I give him a shove and as he falls off the cliff, he takes me with him. I turn around in mid air and focus all my will to find a soft landing spot so that I won't die. "Wait a second, I'm dreaming!" I say out loud and all fear is gone. I land neatly on the ground and look at the guy next to me. "I guess I'll do this then" I say and wave with my hand. The garage door slams shut. "And this! I put my hand out and make the car slide. My joy of finally getting to play with telekinesis again reflects upon the other guy. "Or you can do this!" I aim at a barrow hanging on the wall and it starts spinning like crazy. We both laugh and run to the back of the house where the dream begins to fade.

09.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 8 hours

Supplements: Alcohol

That's it! I had another LD a few dreams before that, but it was barely worth remembering, I looked at a big tower and I got lucid, that's it.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

12.22.2012

Prison Camp and Dying for the First Time (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Just a mere nap, and I have this crazy experience, damn, it felt like it was at least a 10 minute dream, or even more. It felt so condensed, a lot of gaps in between, but those parts I recalled had huge significance in my overall experience.

And I died, which is a first thing, and I was in prison, so obviously, my feelings of being trapped is related to how I feel about people in general and the image I'm trying to sustain, but knowing that trying to do so might actually send me into deeper and more difficult tasks to get out of.

I was meditating, and what a perfect dream to signify that I'm trying to get out of, my thoughts and attachments of life.......And to finally reach freedom in this dream was so amazing, until a small ad hoc of soldiers shot me down like I was nothing.

Now on to the dream. There's a lot of sexual references here, but there wasn't anything sexual, just a lot of representations of how I conceptualize certain things, and the mere mentioning of that representation isn't going to be a bother, except the death of course, or it could be a joy to some sadists.

So, let's go on with the dream.

I'm on the run, I don't know where I am, but I do have a weird connection to this place and the nooks and crannies of a few specific areas. It's like a dungeon, and I'm constantly finding myself going up stairs, random hallways, reaching upper levels where there's natural sun light, but never going too far into the light.

My mind is mixed at this point, so many interchanging thoughts at once ranging from the fear of possibly being found out, captured, and recieving a more cruel punishment for endorsing the escape of other prisoners. I felt I had obligations, but at the same time I felt I needed to engage in this neutrality of trying to help others or save myself.

I needed other people to find ways to know more about the large Prison/Dungeon Camp I'm in, and the gargantuan size of this area, the many areas within it, all too much for one person to even conceptualize possible escape tactics for freedom.

There's too many things going on at once that it's hard to keep track off and make it into a cohesive and comprehensible chain of events. I remember someone in a black latex suit, a female, probably resembling Catwoman, that I would end up helping or trying to avoid.

Her role in this was temporary, and I feel I also met Robin as well, but his purpose fades away quickly. There are guards coming after us, and I remember that each time that I run, I end up going to a specific set of stairs that leads me to a myriad of paths that I can take.

I also noticed that there are anal toys laid of on the right side about 2 feet away from double doors consisting of dark red colors with 4 rectangles going vertical formed as if they were split from a bigger rectangle on the door.

Seeing the anal toys kind of bothered me, and I won't go into full description of what they looked like. I remember running up stairs that are made of concrete or some kind of gray marble materials with a red carpet in the middle of the stairs going all the way up and down the areas of this huge prison camp.

When I go through the double doors, random things happen. I remember falling down a deep ditch, feeling perfectly fine, and them climbing my way up to get to more doors to have to choose randomly.

Basically, the whole dream was full backtracking and pinpointing important locations and adding on to the mental map I had in my mind. It involved a lot of practice, a lot of trail and error, but I eventually learned the nooks and crannies and found myself at higher places in less time than I thought.

Then I tried helping a few random people escape, and when I tried to escape, I felt I needed to go back to the prison to help more people.

I don't know why, but I just felt I had to be responsible for saving some people. I keep using that area with the double doors and the anal toys randomly placed 2 feet away from the doors as the major reference point because I know anything beyond those doors is has subjective outcomes.

I eventually meet an old man who I'm confused as to whether or not I'm helping him, or he's helping me. Anyway, after escaping guards inside the large building, I head outside and find an Asian man is coming inside the base.

The electrical wired fence opens, and my perception of it opening or closing is a bit skewed. It looks like it's opening, and the old man dashes for the gate as the Asian man goes through it; he's wearing a gray hoodie, and he looks like he's in his mid 20s.

I can feel the electricity surging in my hands for a while, but I took my hands off the fence quickly and dashed a bit to avoid it completely closing in on me and possibly shocking me.

I follow the old man while looking both ways on the highway.

The cars are kind of going slow at the moment, and I head to the left side of the highway where the rough part of the part is. I see a vehicle that crashed for a while now, and decided I should hide there , but I wanted to catch up to the old man.

I saw soldiers coming up, and as I'm trying to play things off like I'm a normal citizen, things start getting hectic. I turn to the right to get a peek of the soldiers, they were wearing dark gray uniforms, and they're holding to old rifles that look like they were from U.S. Civil War times.

A random soldier starts screaming, and everything goes in slow motion for me. I turn my face to see what's going on, when in fact the soldier is screaming in a foreign language while pointing at me. I become shocked, and I tried to run, but it's too late.

The soldiers, at least 10 of them, shot me right where I was standing. I immediately drop on the floor with no control whatesoever, and I remember being dragged immediately by someone, and that's all I remember.

I haven't been on in awhile since I haven't had a dream I could remember all the way. This one I watched porn before I took my nap...and I was wishing horrible things onto a person I really trusted. But before I went to sleep I said I wanted to meet the guy I have a crush on now, clearly that didn't work since this dream happened.

I walked into a big house, it looked more like a mansion. Kris was there and some ole lady I'm guessing it was his moms. They were sitting on a couch. I walked in and saw them laying there...I was confused but wowed because of the huge and beautiful house. I said hello to Kris and the lady and she waited for me to introduce myself. For some reason I couldn't. When I got ready to Kris cut me off and the lady said that it was fine because she knew all about me...and I was like you do? and she said yes! He never shuts up about you. you're special!

The mother called me tamatha but everyone else knew I wasn't her and treated me like a normal person and the girls whispered and said that he propose to her on her birthday for they had been together for a year and at dinner he was going to tell everyone that the girl rather said yes. the group of girls about 5 or 6 came they got into a circle and started writing his ma n I tried to be nosy and I said I thought they were whispering no fun. Kris saw me and said I have a surprise for you. He knew I was normal me n still said da girl name. I said you are treating me weird n he said what are you talking bout right before his big brother came. they looked exactly alike. He said that he was his older brother and that he did not look up to him.

Kris wanted me to follow somewhere n he was down in a cellar type thing crying. I went down to check on him and he pushed me against a wall, jumped up like he was spiderman and had his crouch in my face. he didn't have on boxers and there were I think 3 holes there. he wanted me to suck his dick I said no n tried to push it outta my face n he started to nut his friend or somebody saw us.

It turned into a false awakening cuz my sis busted into my room wanting me to see something n I said hold on got get my pants which I took off before I took my nap. 5:00 pm wen I woke up

The guy Kris who I have been talking about we were talking all semester. He has been acting weird all semester. I found his facebook sunday or monday and saw that he actually has a girl and that he has been lying all semester. I texted him today after the dream and I told him this dream and one I made up saying that he saw me and grabbed my arm and said that he was sorry for how he acted all semester it was because he felt guilty. he said that I shouldn't worry about it that it's just a dream. I asked him twice. and he lied both times. I honestly hate liars. I met a new guy and he honestly seems perfect but I'm not holding my breath. I'm tired of being hurt.

Was going to type this entry yesterday, but have not got enough time, so anyway. I went to my usual WBTB/WILD nap, but apparently was too sleepy and fallen into unconscious sleep.
Dream:
I was on my PC playing a game of FTL(Faster Than Light), and there was apparently an actual multiplayer ship vs ship, at some point O2 generator was blown up and 2 of the crew suffocated while trying to fix it, 2 of the crew was left but i actually won this one. Then there was next opponent and i had to fight it on the same ship that i was on in the previous battle, that's it, no repairs or anything. Opponent apparently had some sort of projectile variation of anti-bio beam as one of weapons and some sort of enhanced purple ion weapon(those weapons were definitely not from real game), and got my shields down pretty fast, and then murdered the crew. GAME OVER. And then dream ends.

As i woke up i noticed that i still had time left for my napping, so i changed position and tried to WILD again.
And it was successful this time, It started as an false awakening in my bedroom, i took off headphones and apparently binaurals was still there(That's my RC of sorts), also my family was in the room too, but they did not seem to pay attention to me, as i started getting up from the bed i rubbed hands, but soon after dream faded out and i woke up.

Yeah, short LD but it was longer than previous one so i am on the right track back, i think.

I dreamt I was in my living room and there were dogs everywhere. I have no idea why. Apparently all these dogs were up for adoption. Anyways so I saw this Doberman with ears that were down instead of up and at first I felt a bit intimidated. But than I decided to pet it, and it seemed preety happy so I'm guessing it was a friendly dog. I than walk around a bit toward the door and asked if we were suppose to adopt a dog and I think I heard someone say that we already did. I then heard someone say that we already got a dog. I asked what did it look like and they just stated that it had a curled tail. That was preety much all I could remember really.

12/22/12

Night Whispers
I am on a beach like the one described in my hypnosis program that I fall asleep with. I am fully lucid. I am thinking I should find someplace where I am needed. So I trace out a circle in front of me and it becomes a portal. I step through the portal and into someone's bedroom. There is a kid in the bed sleeping, a boy that looks like he is about 15. There are several people standing around him, though they are not waking him up. They are leaning over his bed and whispering things in his ears. When I get close enough I hear that they are talking about death and murder. I ask them what they think they are doing. One of them looks up at me in surprise. I think he is surprised I can see him at all. I tell them to leave the boy alone. The one who looked up at me tells me not to mess with things I don't understand. I tell him we can do this the easy way or the hard way, but stop trying to put negative thoughts into the kid's head. The man says I have been warned, so now I will pay the price. All three of them approach me, I stand my ground. They transform into strange demonic creatures right in front of me. I summon a sword from my Witchblade. The demonic creatures seem to hesitate, I think they are surprised I am going to stand and fight them… then they attack me. I duck down and underneath a nasty looking sword as it is swung to remove my head. I use my sword to run the demon through and pump light energy into the thing. It burns up from the inside out, disappearing in a flash of white light. I barely respond quickly enough to block another attack coming from behind. I duck around and turn, taking out the other two demons quickly with my sword. I look back over at the boy in the bed. He hasn't even been awakened by all of the commotion. I think either he is the deepest sleeper I have ever seen or maybe I have been fighting in the astral plane, which is the only answer that really makes sense. I don't have a chance to check before I wake up.

Learning Magic.

At school, learn fighting, magic, all stats style.
Casting fire, go outside to cast.
(For some reason have feeeling of a character from MASH Hawkeye who doesn't enjoy the burns)
Twilight outside,
Makes fire by slowly exhaling until poof!
Fireball come out of my mouth, smoke trail illuminating the sky, very surreal.

Old N64 Game

N64 or maybe SNES Graphics, maybe worse, blocky and pixlated
Playing war simulator, tanks and jets and helicopters
Really pixlated as fuck jets are rectangles.
Game was complete homing misles and all.
Played as heli and jet, I dont think I played as a tank.

Also I keep dreaming about MASH! its crazy

I kept waking up then going to sleep into this dream. I remember the leader or dictator of this world I was in (even though it was all just my house) Was a hacker. This was like a computer game, but it was real too. I met this girl named Ann. But she was Nagisa from Clannad. She didn't act like nagisa, she was much more.. awesomer. There was the hacker always causing trouble, But when I was nearing getting up he didn't do as much. He killed about 3 people. But after he stopped doing crime, we were an awesome couple. I was in the kitchen eating and noticed ann wasn't there. I went to look for her and I found her in the carport outside. She was missing half of her arm. I asked what happened and she said "I like the taste of the ceiling."
So aperently she licked the ceiling and fell and broke her arm. I woke up then went into the same dream. She had her arm back. We were walking in our backyard and I asked "What would you do if I touched your tit?" She said "I would kiss you" I didn't plan to say this, but still xD. I didn't do it. (I should of xD). I woke up and went back to sleep again and she was over by a pine tree in my back yard and we just ran up to eachother and hugged then I woke up to not go to sleep again D:

Real life Dream Lucid Nightmare Dream sign Thoughts

It has been QUITE a long time without recording my dreams. To be honest with myself, I do not me to be the same person as the one that registered this account 2 years ago. I don't even think I'm the same person as myself a year ago... so much has changed in my life. Anyway, moving onward, here's a dream:

Police dream thing

I'm in some police station in a desert, except it's pretty much wide open space, like the meal tables are just out on the sandstone floor, etc. There's about 30 people within the station, and for some reason the "bad guys" (don't even ask any reasons or motives behind them being bad, they just were) were in the station. I was holding some kind of semi auto and we were approaching the bad guys, going around white (clay?) buildings.

Dreamskip. I have no idea what happened in between, but it was a lot.

The police are my silent enemy now; I don't remember why. The bad guys are gone, and me, one of the cops, and a kid are trying to get out of the station. I "shoot" at the kid to play along with the cops, missing on purpose every time. I don't remember the gun having any significant recoil at all. We just barely manage to get out without them catching us.

And... that's it. I don't remember anything else.

I randomly realized I was dreaming while outside in the street. I headed to the end of the road and saw someone's silhouette through a window. I flew through the window and found a woman in the house. We talked for a bit before the dream began to fade.

[Trying to get them out of the way, a lot of less detailed fragments from the month of December, all put into one post. And I thought there were more of them, but there only turn out to be three.]

12-13-2012 -- I'm out in a desert area, a long way from home. When I am ready to go home, I just kind of lean back, as if sitting on nothing, then just kind of drift along invisible on-ramps to invisible highways as I fly along non-existent roadways at high speed. No spells or anything, I just kind of tell my magic what I want it to do, and it does it.

I come to a major city, and find a friend of mine, and tell him about it, but no matter what, he just refuses to believe me, so I finally have to just leave him there as I zip off on my invisible whatever it is.

I end up visiting with Kevin B and his family for a little bit, then go on to a slightly spooky hotel. I am running around going up and down elevators and the like to find myself in a dingy back room somewhere. the place is frightening, as are the people, but I'm just here to pick up a dog, so I ought to be able to avoid any trouble.

I head into the back room, where Tucker is running around on the floor, but when I try to pick him up, he backs away and growls at me. I can sense there is something wrong, and speak up about it, but the unfriendly lady working here tells me there is nothing wrong, and to take my darn dog.

I reach for him again, and he's still growling and fussing as another lady walks in the door with another Bijon in her arms. She was given the wrong dog, and assured all was good. But she wants her dog back. Tucker jumps out of her arms and runs over to me, while I glare at the lady who tried to force the wrong dog on me.

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Somewhere around the 8th or 9th of December -- Earlier parts all faded away, but I am walking down the street somewhere, and I've been visiting with Sirius, and have just sent him walking down the street with somebody (perhaps Fleur?), planning to catch up with them a few minutes later.

There is a large half-giant female who suddenly turns into a full giant, with a name of Fredrica, perhaps? I think it might be Hagrid's mother. Somehow we're trying to keep things safe and sane.

That is, until I find myself walking into a classroom setting with Dumbledore in the front of the room, and we are playing all kinds of horrible tricks and pranks on him, before doing even worse to him because of all he's let happen to Harry.

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12-11-2012 -- There's just a little hint of a scene here, standing outside a gas station somewhere, preparing to do a mystery shop, then suddenly the scene changes.

I am suddenly in a cavern deep in the heart of Mammoth Cave, in a deep portion of the cave that few people have ever reached. I am in an area with a river or a lake, but I think it may be a river or lake of acid.

Suddenly there is a huge red dragon in the air above me. Somehow I am swinging the dragon, half in chains by swinging the chains, and half just mentally holding it and swinging it around. I am using it to brush red push pins off the walls of the cavern, but somehow I also bump it against the ceiling, which is bringing some rocks down on top of me.

Soon I am doing enough damage that it shakes large areas of the cave, and the river suddenly triples in size with much more 'water' pouring through, leading to worries that I may have flooded myself, until a portion of the floor collapses, and the water all just flows away into an even lower section of the cave. Short, but neat.

I was walking with my friends patrick and zach to a river and I can remember thinking to myself
that I probably don't have vodka right now because I only dreamt of having it before.
We got to the river and we started doing jumps from the side and I asked my friend if he was high.
He responded yes and I laughed.

another frag
I was walking along and my mum pointed out this huge shrine I should go look at. Next to it
was a big statue of abraham lincoln and others. I began my journey over there and
I was at this donut shop and I asked for 2 chocolate covered donuts. I went to the side of the shop
ate them and came back to buy more. I kept coming back to buy more and eventually the guy asked me why I wasnt
out hunting. I didn't want to sound like I was just there to buy donuts so I replied with something like
I didnt have a gun? I bought some more donuts and then he eventually pulls out a green tray from underneath the counter and it has
a bunch of marijuana donuts. I was amazed and really wanted to buy 1, but then the donut inspector guy came around and he had to hide the weed donuts.
The dream changes and I go under this tree and I get the ability to turn into a monkey. Me and other random people go into this hallway and there
was this boss guy that we to face. He was a weight lifter and had the climbing skills of a monkey. We went out to a jungle gym and he chased us
around. We were all swinging on the bars trying to get away. Eventually his mother calls us in to eat lunch and he says the last one inside is a
wimp. Dream ends.

12-17-2012 -- I'm in my bedroom in the middle of the night, perhaps in my current house ... not too sure. I am trying to find a time when nobody is in the hall or the kitchen so I can sneak two gallon jugs of urine to the restroom. There are hints of cat or dog poop on the floor, both smelling, and having to be avoided, and maybe a hint of something about my sister, but that bit really wasn't too clear.

Somehow it leads to a sort of city scene in a park-like setting (feels kind of like Boisseranc) with a bit of a cop / spy sort of feeling to the setting. I'm hiding from somebody who isn't really an enemy, in fact, almost a friend. Three bombs fall out of the sky just a couple of blocks away, in the direction they're coming from, and I am getting a little bit worried.

I start to run in that direction, and soon find my friend. We're right near a house, and we're being told to hide it in, and to crawl into a hidden cellar through a vent in the kitchen. I am worried about this, fearing the cramped area it might be, but as I drop into it, I find it is instead a very large room with easy access through several vents in the house, and it could almost be comfortable.

The other guy who is with me doesn't like it at all, but I don't have too much problem with it, though some furniture or something might be nice. There is a cute blonde (or perhaps a red head) napping in a chair, and I decide to pretend to be asleep as well, to try and get close to them. Suddenly there is a large, but shallow pool here, and I fall into it while still pretending to be asleep, which really isn't working out all that well. Just about the time I get close enough to randomly flop an arm against her in my sleep for a gentle caress, the lovely lady has turned into a marmalade cat. Phooey. But still nice to pet.

Now the other guy has turned into two guys. Their identity isn't an exact thing, but rather a type. It is like Fraiser and Niles Crane or some other pair of brothers or close friends who also fight and compete a lot. There was another comparison, but I can't remember the other pair, and can't decipher my writing at that bit, either, so I'm afraid I've lost that bit. Anyway, suddenly the two guys and the gal are all running after a younger kid, and I follow along.

I am making up some kind of theory of the guys seeing the younger kid as a grandson or nephew, and the lovely lady seeing him (and them) in a similar way that leaves her open and available for me. Anyway, we're running through the park-like area again, passing a ball field before we come to what almost seems to be a country club or something. Very fancy place.

Wandering through, I spot somebody who almost seems to be a cross between Luralee and Irene B., who I think I know, but it turns out to be somebody else. I continue wandering around with the teen kid and the lady, and soon find I have removed some sort of long lapel pin or something, and I keep sticking myself with it as I try and store it in a pocket. Ouch.

Soon it is just myself and the lovely lady, and we end up playing miniature golf on a course at the country club. We're several holes in, and I find myself making two holes-in-one on slightly trick holes where if you make it into a certain hole on your first shot, it is an automatic hole-in-one. Problem is, I seem to have bypassed a couple of holes by wandering to another part of the course, so I have to figure which holes I got the perfect scores on.

The course is all themed to a sort of Jurassic Park theme, but in miniature, with tall palm trees and huge tyrannosaurus rex that come up to about your knee. Very nice looking, and some fun holes to play, but I have to find my lady again and manage to get the score card corrected.

As I claim my ball from one of the automatic holes-in-one, I find two or three other balls, and am trying to find the people they belong to, including one lady who thought she had lost her ball and went to get another one, and never realized she'd scored a hole-in-one. Very fun dream.

This was short enough I would have posted it with other partial dreams if I had any others available to put it with.

12-21-2012 -- [Yesterday I only had a nap, didn't sleep well, and was constantly half-woke by people texting me. I never really woke, but it kept my sleep very disturbed. Led to my dream being less storied, and much more fragments and unreal.]

This dream was a kind of a cross between a Harry Potter storyline (the characters and the war setting) with the new Runescape mini-game Player Owned Ports (the game style) and just a hint of Babylon 5 thrown in (again the war setting, and a hint of Kosh-isms.)

The way it worked out was that the voyage selection screen from POP (which gives you a choice of three voyages) took the place of the crew selection screen. There were three factions (perhaps Gryffindor, Slytherin, and the rest of the school) each with a different color, and I was Harry Potter, trying to keep them all from killing each other, because we all needed to fight together against the Death Eaters attacking the school. This is especially difficult since I really don't like most the Slytherins.

Malfoy is being a real jerk, and Snape is amazed at how well I am managing to control myself, though he is trying his best to not let me see that I've impressed him. I'm trying to send people off to different parts of the castle to work on different projects so that they'll be away from each other, and not trying to kill each other.

The bits of Kosh-isms come into play with answering questions about seemingly new things, or people who have just shown up with answers like "I have always been here."

12-22-2012 -- I am at the old Hickory house, though oddly enough, with a lot of new people around the place. I can vaguely remember bits of walking around the house and finding places that I have dropped bits of money (mostly the occasional $5 bill?), and I am happy to find them again, so I am not completely broke.

Meanwhile, though this is the Hickory house, Lorenzo still changed all the locks [something that happened a few days ago where I currently live, some 25 years after the last time I was in the Hickory house], and for some reason I feel I need to have a spare key to hide somewhere, in case I lose or forget mine. Oddly I find he is keeping the spare keys in the toilet water tanks. It feels disgusting looking for the keys there, even though these aren't the parts of the toilet that get disgusting.

Soon I find myself relaxing in my second bedroom, though as usual, people and animals keep popping into the room through both doors. I start mumbling to myself about getting locks for my own doors, and everybody is shocked and surprised at this for some reason. Seems perfectly reasonable to me, though.

There is somebody walking up the path toward the front door, and I can see them through my window, but then suddenly they kind of phase directly through the wall and are standing in my room without going through the front door. We're both kind of shocked by this, and neither of us know what's going on or how it happened, we just know it is very unusual.

Anyway, I ask the guy what he wants, and he tells me he heard my music blaring (Oh! So that's what that noise was. I wondered ... it was giving me a headache! [Yes, in my dream I didn't realize my stereo was blaring and I was hearing it until somebody else pointed it out to me.]) and wanted to know if I might be willing to make copies of some of my old CDs for him.

The stuff that I have been playing (without knowing it) was old Christian rock music from perhaps the 70s and 80s, stuff like Petra and the like, and he wants a copy of the stuff. I don't feel comfortable with the idea, and I am worried that he is trying to trap me and get me in trouble for piracy or something, but I don't seem to be able to stop myself, and am trying to gather stuff together for him.

Meanwhile, one of Rosemary's grandkids is coming in, saying the Christmas party is starting, and I have to come in and join them. I don't feel like it at all, but I know there will be a fuss if I don't come out, but I explain it will be a few minutes, and go back to looking for the CDs so I can make copies of them. I can't find them, and suddenly I remember they were in my backpack, out in my car. I walk out the front door to the parking lot (never mind we didn't have a parking lot at the Hickory house) and though I look up and down both rows of parking spaces, my car isn't there! Dang thing has been stolen again!

I stalk back in the house, ranting and raving that my car has been stolen again. That makes something like the third time this month! Why?!? Why do they keep stealing my car? It's old, beat up, not very good, why do they bother? Everybody else wonders why I am ranting so much, and says I ought to be used to it by now. We'll call the police, and in a couple of days, they'll have it back to me as usual. I point out that my backpack was in the car, which means I've lost it as well, and all my school books, and I can't afford more, so now I am going to fail all my classes, as well.

[Yes, if anyone is new to my dreams, for some reason my car is always being stolen in my dreams. Never once in real life.]