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08-20-2012 -- As always, much more to the beginning than I can remember. First bit I can really remember, I am wandering streets in either England, or perhaps Rancho Palos Verdes, areas that I have dreamed of before. Slowly it is changing to the streets around the Pageant house, instead. I stop to talk to a little old lady, but can't remember what we talked about. I am starting to look for the exit to the housing tract.

As I am exiting, there are hints of La Palma and Magnolia, but much more of Sand Lake in the Doctor Phillips area. Approaching Turkey Lake Road and heading east, I find myself passing a combination gas station, Wendy's and Chick-Fil-A, and the place has been closed down. I assume that is because there is another one right across the street where the 7-Eleven used to be.

I think I am on a bike at this point, and am waiting for the light to cross from the NW corner to the SW corner. Right when the light changes, there is a fire truck coming through, so I have to wait a few more moments. My bike and a bunch of cars end up in the middle of the intersection when the light changes, and everybody heading the other way just goes anyway, swerving around us. What a circus.

The light changes again, and we complete our turn and pull under the freeway overpass before we are stuck in traffic again. Somehow I am helping somebody deliver packages (they seem to be from Damark) to cars while they wait in the traffic. One of the other people delivering stuff seems to be very rude and unfriendly, and some of the people who were originally willing to accept the deliveries are now refusing because he ticks them off.

One of the items being delivered is a strange, rolled out Santa head decoration that comes unrolled, and I have to try and get it rolled up properly again. A few minutes later I am meeting somebody outside a sandwich shop that is part of a hotel (on International Drive?) I had agreed to send out some notices about package deliveries, but I forgot, and it is now too late to deliver some of them. But for the rest, the owner and I take to the streets to try and convince more of the people to accept their deliveries once again.

08-19-2012 -- [You know those nights when you are sick, and the dreams are really weird, long, and never-ending? Where they make no sense and you seem to be half-awake, and when you really do wake up, you are still exhausted? This is one of those, and I figured I ought to have at least one posted here.]

I'm running up and down Orange Avenue between Sand Lake and Holden, and trying to figure out which several out of the dozen gas stations in the small stretch of road I am supposed to be mystery shopping. The addresses are all very similar, and some are marked with the wrong addresses, and it is all just a terrible mess!

Almost every time I stop, bits of Anagogic Ort are appearing at my feet, and I have to take the time to pick the dang stuff up. Since it interferes with my concentration on details of the mystery shops, it really annoys me.

I keep waking up and falling back to sleep, just to continue the same stuff, wandering around these gas stations and picking up orts, and feeling more and more tired all the time. Absolutely miserable. Also bits of me lying in bed, bored and miserable, until finally I find myself dreaming that it is the next night, I am feeling a little better, and there is a person in a bed next to me, and people are coming in to talk to him, and we're all making friends, and I'm moving on from the miserable sleep.

Very unpleasant.

Wow, it has been a few days since I remembered any dreams, but this one was fun, it lasted about a half an hour to an hour.

So in Mexico, I don't know how/why we were there, I get caught by this man, he says Christians can't talk about the bible there. I get sort of mad, and start talking to him for a long time about why I believe what I believe, hearing his background, giving my background. I do not remember the details of the conversation. He told me the reason he hated Christians was because of a few years ago, when Obama was a Senator, he was told a verse from Ezekiel that sounded hypocritical. He then backed it up saying that "it says similarly at this spot in the bible about this." I responded he was quoting from the old testament out of context, and that he should first read those verses in context, then read the new testament before the old. I remember thinking I had been there a long time, then my dad comes in from downstairs, which is weird because I know we were outside, on some benches. Anyway, he starts reading off some Doonesbury comic to me, I listen, but then tell him I gotta go, I say that I hope what I had said meant anything to him, he said he would read the new testament, or at least part of it, but he doesn't expect any change. I take one last look at his face as the dream ends, and I swear to God he looked just like Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction.

It was interesting to me just how long the conversation went on. I recited 3 full bible verses throughout the conversation, none of which I have memorized. I wish I could recall what I had said in the dream. I'd like to reference those and see if my subconscious recalled the correct verses or if it was just spewing gibberish.

08-22-2012 -- At school? Convention? Work? I'm just not sure. It's kind of a muddle. I stop by the office to check on something, and they're giving me paperwork for all the students who are somehow different in some way that is related to me. Have no idea how, that part doesn't stick.

Anyway, Tammy from Courier Express is working in the office, and she is the one who has been setting this stuff aside for me, but somebody new has just taken over, and I fear they may object. They don't seem to, though. Meanwhile, more records are being printed out for me, but they are out of paper, and I am trying to find some more to keep things going smoothly. Isn't working very well.

I am heading into a hall where we are going to watch some sort of movie, and as I am entering, I run into Carolyn wearing Petey's costume, but not the make-up. I'm hoping I haven't offended her by coming to this movie without here. There are a bunch of other clowns here, too (also in costume, but not make-up) which is why I wonder if it is a convention. The movie turns into some sort of show, and for just a minute or two it turns very political. I think Rush Limbaugh is there, and perhaps Mitt Romney. But the politics vanish very quickly, thankfully.

Soon I exit that building, and soon find myself entering a stadium-like seating area that I've visited in a bunch of dreams. There are people trying to get us seated and organized before whatever we are here for is ready to begin. One of these is an attractive brunette who I am thinking of getting together with, but Steve Koffroth gets there first. Darn!

[Overall, this was a huge, involved dream, but I just couldn't manage to remember much in the way of details, so it makes a pretty small dream post.]

08-29-2012 -- Fragments, nothing but fragments. I don't know what is going on with my dreams. A bunch of nights of incredible dreams of length and clarity and great storylines, and then nothing but fragments. And I can't see anything different about what I have been doing to prepare for sleep on the different nights. Oh well. I don't usually bother noting fragments, but a few of these struck me as interesting, so ...

Something in a hotel, may or may not have been working security. Big, fancy hotel. Lots of time between floors in elevator or on escalators. Stop by fancy restaurant inside. All I can remember.

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In my 2nd bedroom in the Hickory house, staring at a phone wire running about five feet between two spots on the wall. Somehow that phone wire is a train route in Railroad Tycoon (guess what I've been playing a lot over the last few days) and since the phone wire is a double line wrapped together, but only a single wire of it is being used, I am pulling the ends of the second wire free, and then attaching them to the same screws as the first wire. This gives me two train lines between the same cities, doubling the load capability, and therefore increasing the inheritance somebody is going to get from this train route. (Am also afraid I am going to electrocute myself.)

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I'm in a classroom somewhere, sitting at desks and somehow working on some sort of science project. One of the people here is Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And there are a couple of nerds presenting ideas they've come up with. Their ideas do some great theorizing about a wide range of scientific theories, but get nowhere and accomplish nothing in the real world.

Somehow I am a super genius, and take each of these ideas, and string them all together to make things that will change the world. Amazing stuff. We're building working models of things, and one of them somehow ejects something at high speed and force, and suddenly one of the nerds has a hole in his chest. I manage to convince him it is not important, and that his body will heal it without any trouble, and to just keep working.

By this time it is a big, fancy business, and not a school room, and we are just getting ready to leave for the day when we're attacked by crooks who want to steal our ideas. We're fighting for our lives, and me, Buffy, and another tough guy (probably a vampire) are easily fighting them off, but they decide to pick on one of the nerds. They shoot at him, and I try to throw myself in front of the bullet, since it won't do me much harm, but I'm too late. He's dying. I think we have to turn him to save him.

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Somehow I am at the beach, out swimming in the ocean (Atlantic, not Pacific) and I've been swimming for some time. I'm coming up on a lifeguard tower about a half a mile out, where there are some buoys stretched out to mark the limits of how far people are allowed to go, and a life guard stationed there to enforce, and rescue those who need it.

I'm not quite there, and I am getting tired, so I swim over to one of the ropes stretching out from the shore to the buoy, and just start pulling myself along it. About this time, I notice my feet touching the ground, and I'm thinking to myself, I'm a half mile out, here. No way I should be able to touch the ground. And I start thinking about the hurricanes, and suddenly realize there must be a tidal wave coming. I start hurrying for shore as quickly as I can.

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I'm in a bedroom, no idea where this one is. I am naked, and crouched by an unblocked window that is very low in the wall, so I am barely covered. The window opens out onto the street, and it is broad daylight, so this is probably not a good thing. Doesn't bother me too much, though. There's an attractive girl here who is also wearing nothing, and I am enjoying the view. A guy walks in, and he is wearing only a shirt, and an I glance down, he seems to have the lower body of a woman. That isn't right! So I take a firm look, and good, the dangly bits that should be there, are there. He takes this to mean I am coming on to him, and he seems to like it and is approaching me, so I have to quickly explain.

Somehow I seem to be watching a cartoon, except it is happening here in the room, instead of on a screen. There is a green and yellow polka-dotted blob-like creature that is trying to rob a filing cabinet in the middle of a building late at night. To see where he is going, he opens his mouth and a beam of light comes out of it. On the wall, you can see shadow outlines of a creature in his stomach (squirrel, weasel, maybe ferret) holding the flashlight. He opens one of the filing cabinets and a mermaid pops out and lands on the ground. She can't speak, and she is using her hands to cover her breasts, so she can't really do anything except glare at the strange creature. For some reason, I think it is J.K. Rowling.

Meanwhile the guy in only a shirt is trying to read my dream journal, and I am trying to stop him. I suddenly realize this is very odd, since I am usually annoyed because there aren't enough people reading my dreams on the computer, yet I don't want him reading them here in real life. He is commenting on how he doesn't want to read the dreams about the Vatican (don't think I have ever dreamed about the Vatican, not being Catholic), and is trying to find a piece of blank paper. I don't have any in my dream journal, so I think I may have to grab some from the printer.

Dream - Lucid

I was at what looked exactly like Jake's apartment with a bunch of other people, including my friend Rachel, and one of my old teachers from college, Mr. H. Apparently, it was some sort of class.

Mr. H told us all to go around the apartment and memorize as many items that were there as we could "in order", whatever that meant. We all then started, and I stuck by Rachel. We named off all these items as we all scattered across the apartment. I remember seeing a lot of vegetables in the kitchen area. The one I specifically remember is cucumbers for some reason. I named off other items in my head, talking to Rachel about them. Everyone seemed excited.

We only had a short amount of time to do this. Mr. H soon called us back, and we all sat on the couch in the living room (even the couch was the exact same as in Jake's apartment). He gave us worksheets, and we had to name off the items we remembered "in order", and answer some other questions about them. I had been trying to remember all the items I encountered, beginning with the first one, but I started to get confused, and just wrote down each of the individual vegetables and some other random things. That question was actually closer to the bottom of the worksheet.

I noticed that others were having little to no trouble remembering the items; one girl even had over 500 items listed, I think the exact number was 534. Many were already turning in their assignments, which Mr. H was grading right away, and they were getting good grades. I know at least one person got a 100.

I think I was the last to finish the assignment. I felt like I wasn't going to do very well. I turned it in to Mr. H, who was sitting on a kitchen chair in the living room, close to the door. I sat down in another kitchen chair close to him and waited. He gave my paper back shortly, and it said 54 on the top. Great. I got a 54. And everyone else is musing about their awesome 100s and such. Ugh, I feel like a complete idiot.

But then, Mr. H pointed something out to me. There was some weird, small white sign between us with a red number on it. There was the number 119 written over the 54. I guess I got a 119. Um...yeah, I can live with that, that's awesome as fuck, but wtf?

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I was sitting outside my front door on the red brick stairs that lead up to it. It was sunny and nice outside; a great day. I want to say it was morning, actually. A small calico cat came up to me, and I started to pet her. She was so sweet! I was talking to her, saying she was adorable and such, and then I looked to my right, and there was a cop just sitting there, in his uniform, drinking a mug of coffee (I'm pretty sure it was coffee). He looked fairly young and had short dark brown hair and a mustache. Internally, I freaked out at first, then realized I had absolutely nothing to hide, nothing to freak out about. He looked at me. He looked content and relaxed with a happy look about his face, though not overly so. He said something about the cat's owner, whom I think was actually him.

Then, I was playing this PC game that I used to play when I was a kid. I'm going to break from the dream for a second to explain the actual game. It was one of the first online games I ever played. It had come with this other game I had, some game from the "Jump-Start" series of PC games. I want to say the game was called Knowledge Land. You "walk" (slide) around a coarse 3-D world with other players with an avatar, the most common avatar being a mouse. You earned other avatars, such as tigers and even humans, by collecting different types of cards, some of which you earned by going into this cave thing and answering questions that this computer asked you, and some of which you could just pick up off the ground.

Anyway, I was playing that for some reason, and I felt like I was a little old for it, and the game was waaay outdated, so I would more than likely be the only person playing it. But I was wrong, there were others playing. I was friends on there with some guy with a Japanese-type robot avatar. The game in the dream had the same idea as the real Knowledge Land, but it was very different graphic-wise; there was a more extensive 3-D world, and you could move about it more freely. I was helping the robot guy with something, though I can't remember what.

Then, I was in an elevator with Andy, I think Jase, and some other guys. They were holding up these Star Wars t-shirts to their bodies, showing them off since they had just bought them. They were excited about them. I commented on Andy's, saying it was really cool.

Then, the elevator started to move down very quickly, and I started to freak out a little because I was floating up towards the ceiling from the speed we were traveling. Everyone else seemed to be grounded but me. They were holding onto some railing I think. I was commenting on it to them. I then thought about curling into a fetal position as I usually do in these dreams with the elevator (a fairly common theme for me), but I started trying to get a handle on the handrail so I could stay put, even though I actually started to really enjoy the floating.

The elevator then started moving in other directions, like forward and down hills and stuff.
"Wooo!" I said, "It's like a roller coaster!"
I was having fun. I could even see out these windows that were now in the elevator. We were being carried on this rail that was above us. There was water around I believe, and we were traveling through a building. I remember seeing lots of metal bars.

We finally stopped and got off the elevator. I think we were in some sort of parking garage.

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I had another dream this morning, but I can't remember it right now.

I was playing Spirit Tracks. It was at the part where Link and Zelda play the sacred duet before the final battle. Afterwards, instead of going onto the final battle, I was taken to a map screen (not the rail map). I had to choose one of three places - stay and fight Malladus, go to some place I can't remember now, or go to some strange tower (not the Tower of Spirits). I selected the tower.

When I entered the tower, it turned into a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon-esque game, though battles worked the same way as in the main series games (judging by the graphics, I'd say G/S/C). I can't remember what my main Pokemon was, but I ended up entering a battle with 1 HP left. I was afraid I might have to switch out to Zubat, which I really didn't want to, as I only used Zubat as an HM slave (I suppose I was on a one-Pokemon challenge).

Just as the other Pokemon had started to attack, I yelled out, "Stop!", pausing the battle. I searched desperately for any healing items I may have. Nothing. I reluctantly allowed the battle to continue. The wild Pokemon finished its attack, causing mine to lose its remaining hit point. However, it wasn't defeated, despite its remaining HP being displayed as "nil". It also gained a new move in the top slot (overwriting whatever was already there, I guess). I can't remember what the move was called, but it was a special move, only usable by Pokemon with no HP remaining (kind of like how Struggle can only be used by Pokemon with no PP on any move). I used this new move to restore more HP.

After the battle, I found myself in Vermillion City (you know, I think this may have been Pokemon Blue - there was little variation in colour, save for a bluish tint on everything now, and it had 8-bit graphics, of course). My Pokemon forgot its new move, which was replaced by Clamp.

Some point soon after, I woke up. I looked at the time - it was already 11:00! I got up, and, in the living room, I found a book that read "Oracle of Ages" on the side. I picked it up and looked at the cover. It appeared to be some crossover between The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages and... Star Wars. I decided that was ridiculous and not worth reading.

I woke up again and looked at the clock. It was actually almost 7 AM.

I went back to sleep and had another dream in which I was in the car, thinking about another Zelda game - Minish Cap this time. This one happened to be a crossover with Vocaloid. I was trying to remember who I'd decided to play as (since I'd only borrowed the game, so I don't still have it). I had a feeling I'd picked Len, but then I thought I may have chosen Rin instead. I knew I'd picked one of the Kagamine twins.

Soon, we arrived at home. Inside, I saw my cat, Princess, sitting happily inside a large cardboard box (she loved boxes). I remembered that Princess died last fall and, realizing that it couldn't be her, asked my mom where this cat had come from. She told me she'd taken it in; it was a stray she'd found on our porch.

Next thing I knew, there were now two of these cats. At first, I thought that Princess had come to see the new cat, but, like before, I remembered that it couldn't be her because she was dead. Again, I asked my mom where the second cat had come from. Before she answered, I decided it would be a good idea to do a reality check, given the strangeness of the situation, but I woke up before I could.

I’m on a boat with my family. The inside of the boat is full of water, and we’re all just floating around in it. But then, I guess the water drains out because suddenly it’s all gone.

I’m talking to my sisters, when suddenly I remember that I might have forgotten to pack my laptop. Part of me doesn’t care that much because apparently we’re going to be somewhere that doesn’t have any Internet access anyway, but I still wanted my laptop around so that I could write on it and stuff. So, I go to double-check my luggage. There are some plastic bags lying around and I start looking through them, but they’re all just full of shoes. Finally, I find my backpack, but it looks like I didn’t pack anything very useful. Apparently I only packed a few items of clothing and then a bunch of Beanie Babies. And I stuffed everything into the front pocket instead of packing it in the main part of the backpack.

So, I stand up again. And right then I become lucid for like two seconds. It just randomly occurs to me that I’m dreaming, and I run out onto the deck of the boat saying, “I’m lucid! I’m lucid!” I decide I’m going to jump off the boat and into the water. So, I do that. But, as soon as I do, I just find myself back on the boat again and I’m no longer lucid. Oh well.

When I’m back on the boat, I see that my dad is standing at a stove and cooking something. When I get closer, I see he’s frying a bunch of snails in a pan. And they’re not normal snails, either … They’re like, super gigantic snails that are probably like six inches long. My mom is standing nearby and starts complaining about how disgusting it is and how my dad will just have to eat those by himself.

At that point, I start walking up some stairs, because apparently the boat has two floors. On the second floor, there are a few rooms that look like bedrooms, and one room that looks like a kitchen. For some reason, I’m convinced that my friend Hannah lives on the second floor of the boat.

There are a ton of cats on the second floor. I don’t remember all of them, but … There’s this one, huge fat grey and white cat that’s just sitting around. There are a couple of small, grey kittens. And then there’s this really exotic-looking cat who has a black head, but the rest of her body is orange (possibly with some white … I don’t remember very clearly). She has abnormally large ears. And when she blinks, her face kind of like, folds in on itself so you can’t see it. It’s weird. But anyway, I really like this cat and start petting her. Just then, Hannah’s mom comes up the stairs, and I feel guilty because apparently the cat is hers, and it was in her bedroom. But she doesn’t seem to care I’m there. Suddenly, all of my family comes upstairs and they’re all wandering around.

I start playing with one of the kittens, and I try to pick him up, but he scratches my finger. I look down and see that my index finger is bleeding. I walk over to the exotic-looking cat and let her lick the cut. My mom is watching and she’s like, “Awwwww.”

We’re now standing in the kitchen on the second floor, and everyone is pouring cereal into plastic bags and then … layering the plastic bags on top of each other. It’s sort of hard to describe. But anyway.

Apparently the whole time, we were taking the boat to a family reunion of some sort. It’s at some theme park––I guess kind of like Disney World? Anyway, I end up waiting around for this Cinderella-themed ride. It’s this huge white and gold boat that just like, flies up into the sky and swings around.

So, the boat comes down out of the sky, and two ladies dressed as the evil stepsisters get off it, complaining that the ride has no seatbelts. So I’m like, “Oh boy.” Just then, two of my sisters show up and we all get on the ride.

Sure enough, there are no seatbelts. There are just a bunch of benches running across the boat. There’s this random Asian guy sitting at one end of the boat dressed as Prince Charming and he’s like, “HELLOOO.” And we’re all like, “… Hi.”

The boat flies up into the sky and starts swinging back and forth. And we’re all pretty much just sliding around like crazy. And I’m afraid I might fall off, except there are a bunch of these wire fence-type things around the sides of the boat, so I figure I’ll be okay.

Even though only my sisters and I got on the boat to begin with, there are suddenly a lot of other people on the ride as well. The ride keeps going upside down, and when it does, we all just have to sort of hook our feet under the benches and hang there. Then there’s some point where the benches detach from the inside of the boat––and we all have to hold on to a bench as it shoots off into the sky. And when that happens, everyone has a ray of magical color streaming out behind them, and it forms a rainbow.

After that part, there’s this other part where each person gets filmed individually while they dance around holding a fake gun. Apparently there’s going to be some event where we all pretend to shoot each other, for some reason. I stand in front of a computer, watching the people who have been filmed so far. Everyone has to dance against some weird, purple background.

Anyway, I wander off and then my mom and I start talking to some old guy who is apparently related to me. He talks about how he loves that ride that I just went on, and how his favorite part is the shooting part, because it reminds him of when he fought in some war. Then he starts talking about the war and about how horrific it was. And he talks about how he had this wound in his leg, which he claims looked like a gaping mouth with razor-sharp teeth or something. And I’m like, “… What.”

I start thinking about how horrible it would be to be in a war. And suddenly I’m afraid I’m going to get drafted into a war or something, and I’m going to die.

Then one of my younger siblings comes up to me––I think Annabelle––and she wants me to come with her, to find some fireworks that are apparently going on. So, I go with her to look for them. For some reason, she thinks they’re in this nearby dark room. But nothing is going on in there, and there are people in there sleeping in sleeping bags. So we leave.

And I think that’s all.

I was in some strange blue-grey Dimensional space. The laws of physics could be changed by a thought. I was taking a class with about 10 other people learning how to manipulate things in this place. We took turns manipulating, as we finished the instructor would give us advice on how to improve. The person sitting next to me was both a friend I know, (D) and Zero from the Megaman X series of video games () he went right before me showing an impressive display of manipulation that I don't really remember.

When it was my turn, a large "M" appeared in front of me that was doing some sort of crab walk on it's two legs. I mimicked the Letter to form a sort of connection, then changed my own walk cycle to change the way the M was walking to a sort of sideways crab walk. After I was finished with my display, class was dismissed and everyone disappeared except for me and D/Zero. I felt as if I could stay in the space forever if I so chose, and I chose to stay, for awhile anyway. I practiced manipulation with my friend, though after some time, It became a bit boring. I decided I would leave... I realized I didn't know how. I didn't even remember how I got there in the first place.

I thought for a moment and remembered a door. I turned around and saw an open door. I jogged up to it and through it saw my high-school gym. I saw myself on the other side, sitting up hanging my head as if I were passed out. I figured I had passed out at the gym and was having a dream or something. I walked up to my body, briefly worrying about a feedback loop forming, but quickly dismissed the thought, as it hadn't formed yet. I shook myself awake and tried to merge with him, failing. then I tried to bring him into the dimensional room, but he resisted saying, "Only one soul can reside in a body." I was confused, but I gathered it ment he didn't want to go into that room, so I left him in the gym and returned to the room alone.

Still unsure how to leave the dimensional space, I continued mucking around manipulating things. I could have been there for minutes, or hours, I couldn't tell, but at some point everything started to break down and become illogical, myself included, so I didn't notice it happening. About a minute passes and I regain some of my senses. I just sigh and decide, "Screw it I'm done" and wake myself up.

Commentarynon-lucidlucid
Had only two beers last night at the bar before going to bed but felt terrible afterwards and it effected my sleep. I was so groggy in the morning and couldn't recall one dream. By the way, bars seem to be a dream sign so I did a few reality checks while I was there.

I was in the kitchen of my house and I was washing my face over the sink with liquid scopolamine (I had watched a documentary about this before going off to the bar). I was careful not to get any in my mouth or to sniff any of it because I didn't want to lose control of myself and be drugged. I think my mother came in for a while. I think I might have accidentally swallowed some and I was waiting nervously for the onset of the effects.

this dream was rather strange. i drempt i was on my street with some blonde girl who kinda remindeed my of a blonde versisno of katelyn hartey. she had big tits. we kept kissing in my car and i was sucking on her tits and i just wanted to park so she could suck my dick over at the park but she kept trying to park the car nd was jus fuken up.. so i took the wheel and parked it then went to get a go kart out of my backyard cause it was in the way nd it actually went kinda fast. i let cody take it since he was goin to the movie with his girl. iwoke up soon after to my alarm

Two dreams last night...

1. ) Not a very long dream.
I am at my grandma's house with my mom, my sister, and someone else I don't know. I had apparently been bitten by a werewolf and was in the beginning stages of transformation with just the long teeth and ears (which made everything in the dream super loud). I had agreed in the beginning to be locked in a room in case I went "insane" but I had gotten so hungry that I couldn't stand it any more... No one was around to unlock the door so I bit into the doorknob and ripped it from the door which released the lock. My sister freaks out when she sees me and I wake up. Never had a dream with enhanced senses before...

2. Portal)
I am playing an unreleased version of Portal 2.
I load up the first level as I get sucked into the game. GLaDOS says the intro line from Portal 1 and I run towards a platform. There is a solid gold turret on the platform which has fallen over because of the weight of the gold. It says, "Please help me. Up." in the sad voice they all speak in. After putting it back on it's "feet", I portal up to the top platform and ride the elevator to the next chamber. There is a cube and button here as well as what looks like a holographic false wall. As I approach the cube to pick it up, GLaDOS says, "Cube and button based testing is arguably the most important research to be done here since the invention of magnesium. Be warned that some cubes have short-range airbourne diseases, which may, *czzzzzt*." As I approach the button with the cube, she shouts "DIE!" and drops three turrets in front of me. I run towards the holographic wall and pass through it into a holding chamber full of test subjects. Using my portal gun, we escape into a post-apocalyptic wasteland-type area, and I wake up.

The dream started inside a basketball gym. I quickly recognized i was at a high school drumline competition. I was with my old drum line that i was the captain of in high school. We were just there as alumni, spectating. For some reason i was off by myself at one time, and i was just standing against a wall. There was a girl sitting next to where i was standing. We made eye contact, but i didn't start flirting or anything, because i have a girlfriend anyway lol. She started to get up and as she did, she sounded like she was gonna ask me if i wanted to go get something to eat. But by the time she stood up, she realized how much taller than me she was. The girl was like 6'8 or something. She laughed and said some form of "never mind" in an awkward "i'm so embarrassed" kind of way. But we both just laughed it off because we knew why.

This girl at a table close to where we were sitting noticed what had happened. She gave me a dirty look and called me an asshole. I walked over and told her what happened and told her that she needed to mind her business. She had the look of defeat on her face, like she knew she was out of line. I guess she thought that i was laughing at the tall girl for whatever reason.

I walked away and stood back where i was before, but right before i got comfortable, some guy comes walkin' up to me. I knew he was mad just by his body language. The first thing i thought was: "that was his girlfriend, he saw me tell her to mind her business. He probably wants to fight me.". But instead, this asshole says i don't look like a high school student and that he needs to see I.D. That's when it clicked in my head who he was. He was this guy i went to high school with for about a year. He was in the percussion ensemble in class, but he wasn't good enough to be on the drum line. And as i remember, he was pretty immature. I told him i wasn't in high school, that i was in college and i was just here watching. But at this point he already pissed me off with his tone of voice. He was acting like he was a cop or something, when in reality, he was just some high school kid with a few weight lifting classes. We argued back and forth for a while, then i finally showed him my ID so he'd shut the fuck up. He gave some smart remark and then walked off yelling that he was "THE PROBLEM AROUND HERE!" as if he'd just won a fist fight in the cafeteria in front of his crush.

I went outside to cool off because i was pretty mad. My homie came outside to see what had happened, and by that time i was just laughing it off. Then the dream faded.

08.29.2012

Sean Connery's Hideout and Tommy Lee Jones (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Sean Connery and me were at a beach, and he's just wearing a dark blue beach underwear. He presses some button near some rocks, which opens up a secret door. We quickly go in and it closes, and the insides of this place consists of shades of brown.

The place was fairly small, but pretty nice for one person living here. I see Sean Connery, though I can't remember what he's wearing exactly, probably a dark brown sweater and khaki pants now instead.

He's walking around, and I'm just standing there watching him move around his hideout. I try to make conversation with him and tell him,

"You keep this place pretty clean Connery," and I also mentioned something else about the place he's hiding in, probably related to what conceals the place.

He moves around a bit some more and tells me,

"There's still some bottles on the floor."

I didn't know what to say after that, so I decided to look around the place myself. I looked at window curtains, which completely covered the windows. They had some weird colors, but most of them were dark colors, maybe some white too. I take a slight peek to see what's outside, and I see a lot of houses that are packed together.

They were long sideways but not so much in length. Most of the houses I'm looking at had bright colors like light yellow for the base and dark colors like dark borwn for the roof. The back of some houses were supported by these thick wooden structures that were deep into the ground, and some houses were even above a slight downward slope.

I look around a bit, and this place seems peaceful, and at some point in the dream I decided to go to the exit, but not open anything. It was like a big pipe entry that was cut in half. I look around the walls and floor, and one part was different from the rest. Instead of being a darker shade of brown, it looked like it had a gold-ish type of color.

Maybe that was the switch to activate the exit, beats me. I go back in, and probably did more searching around the house while Connery was busy doing something else.

The dream shifts, and apparently, someone has found out about Connery's hideout. He's out defending himself, and I'm only watching him, but I'm not part of the action at all. He's just using a pistol, dodging bullets while staying near the secret entrance that's covered up.

But the environment now changes from a beach to some kind of construction area. The secret entrance was to the left of a small sandy hill that almost went over a gray wired fence. Connery was on that slope, and barely takes any shots at people.

The dream shifts again, and I don't see Connery anymore, and I'm pointing a gun at someone, but it doesn't seem like they're going to do anything to me. I'm still being cautious because I don't know how I got inside this bus in the first place.

The inside walls and ceiling were light green, and the seats had a dark turquoise type of color, and this whole section felt so old to me. I had a feeling I ran out of ammo, so I quickly too some gun magazine and quickly slide it into the slot of the gun.

I put the magazine in the wrong way, because while I'm still holding a gun, I get an angle where I can see under me, and the magazine is clearly not inserted right.

LOOOOOOOOL.

I had to do something quick, so I pretended to act all serious again in front of these people, and quickly take out the magazine and put it in correctly this time. I aim the gun left and right at the three people near me just to make sure none of them don't pull a fast one on me.

By this time, the third person was outside of the bus near the opened window behind the driver's seat. I don't recognize her visage at all, looks like a randomly generated dream character. Most of them are wearing white dress shirts and black pants, almost like fancy pilots and flight attendants.

Then Tommy Lee Jones, a fairly old version of him, comes in out nowhere, and walks slowly towards me. While he's walking on the left side getting closer and closer, he looks at me for a little while, stops where he's at, and after that, I forget what happens next.

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08.29.2012

Penetrating Contest (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream is weird.

Spoiler for 18+:

I'm with three woman, maybe four I think? Not sure. One looks like the adult version of Imari from Bible Black. She has a penis and has penetrating someone. I'm not sure if I'm having sex with another woman side by side with Imari, but I do know that based on how fast the clock above us on the right is spinning, it determines how fast we or just Imari has to penetrate the woman in front of her.

I think Opheliablue was in on the game as well, but I can't remember actually seeing her. It was in a dark room with some light to just see everyone in the small area, while the rest of the place was blacked out.

I see from a slightly aerial view of Imari penetrating.......and there's really not much I can remember from this point.

1-My mom's ex boyfriend walks in. He hasn't seen me in forever. I go to my room some time later, and he's there giving me a hug.

2-There are 2 sticky traps beside each other, each filled with crickets.