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This dream is incredibly disturbing, you have been warned.

It had to do with my ex girlfriend going to a mental hospital. Some other guy was in love with her, claiming they were meant to be together. I told him if that were true why had he never visited her in the hospital. Eventually I decided to visit her, and was I wandered the halls toward her room, something was off. She wasn't there, but he was. Together, we decided to search for her. The mental hospital was ordered in floors from least dangerous to most dangerous, we were told she was supposedly moved to the middle floor, the only co-ed floor in the whole building. I thought it was too dangerous a place for her to be and found myself worried for her safety. No matter where we went, we couldn't find her. But we found all sorts of disgusting and disturbing exhibits of human suffering wandering around.

It was revealed to us that the staff of the mental ward was involved in some sick shit, and a particularly strange girl (but also the least fucked up looking in the whole place) guided us to help find her. It was then that we noticed another strange twist. All the doors were portals, you see. People would enter them and disappear through them,coming out somewhere else. That's when we saw my ex girl disappear through one door. This part is hard to describe, but she re-emerged through a trashbin as though drowning in a sea of trash. She fell back below but I predicted she would come back up through another bin, and indeed she did. We grabbed hold of her and pulled her out. It was just her head, and not even the whole thing. Her tongue and jaw had been removed, her hair shaved off. There were other messy details about her but she was alive, despite just being a head with no body. Next, we had to escape.

The staff tried to stop us. An old man with a samurai sword, one of the staff who defected to help us, stood atop an escalator keeping the orderlies at bay by butchering them all to pieces as they came up the escalator. Eventually the boss of the whole place, this fat asian with a sword and black sun glasses, came screaming through the corridor. The old man changed his stance as though ready to die fighting him off. Then someone from our group ran at the fat bastard with a chainsaw and cut him in half. With the tables turned, we demanded to know what they had done to my ex and the other people here. There was a mysterious film that we ended up forcing the staff to watch. It had strange hypnotic properties where one would see a woman that looked exactly like them, this woman would turn ugly and then all her friends would become ugly reflections of herself and haze her by calling her names. They film would end by advertising a special diet pill that would fix everything. The pill had side effects, making you go insane among other things. The staff, knowing the effects of the pill, were still completely unable to stop themselves from choking them down. We left them to their fate and escaped with the other patients.

The last thing I remember was traveling back to visit after some time away, exciting to see my ex who was making a full recovery.

My friend bought me a video game for my birthday or christmas or something, and I was supposed to play it over summer break, but when we caught up after he asked me how the game was and I realised I completely forgot about it.

I was sitting at a table with my mother and had, breakfast? I was in a place I wrongly identified as my old elemental school. There was also some unknown dude at the table. He did something to which I reacted heavily provocated and like he successfully trolled me but the next moment I say something about a "cream cheese muffin" and we both start laughing. While still sitting at the table the scene and building around me changes to my second boarding school (still not really but closer to the real deal than before, mother and the dude vanish). I noticed that as I saw someone I knew from my second boarding school passing by. A girl called Vivien (which does exist there as well) was talking to me but for some reason I never understand one of the things she tried to say (probably due to a lot of people being around, what I understood was something like blow-dry [actually she spoke german and I understood "anfönen"]). As I told her I didn't understand she was saying it to some other girl so that she could try and tell me. The way she was speaking as well as her saying something like: "nothing will develop out of it, at least for now" made me think she might've tried to tell me something naughty.

In this dream, I took note of what I remember each time I woke up. Thus it is far more detailed than most other dreams, even though the memories faded pretty quickly.

Watching a video, or maybe being part of one, on Youtube. This Asian girl with long hair was talking about "How not to get kicked in the balls", or rather WHY. However, at the 4 min 26 second mark, she says "how not to get kicked in the budget".

My old bedroom, chart paper at the side, window at the back, cupboard at the right. I see a white poodle trying to get into the video scene. It gets stopped every time, getting mad, but I grab it, apparently unafraid.

The dog tries to enter the scene from a pile of paper, first from the side, and then diagonally. Unsuccessful after the third or fourth time, it runs out the door. Somehow, this dog rather resembles a human character.

In fact, this Dog, or whatever it was, was to be charged with a repeated drunk driving offense. Later, it runs, or rides, up a sheet of white furled paper.

There's an announcement from the blue. Somebody has a love problem. No idea where those details went, but now, they're gone.

A random part of my journal: "consp. causes". No idea what it indicates.

Flashback: March 16, 2009. Security camera video shows terrorists plotting to bomb a concrete pillar, somewhere in southwestern central Ontario. Maybe it was near Alliston, we'll never know.

I'm sitting at the site of a swing, or some-other place. This sandfly, part wasp, part fly, tries to fly into my nose. I ward it off, but at the last minute, it stings me, there is a feeling of spray being injected into me...

I wake up, and go on Dream Views.com. Writing about my dreams, my thoughts are rather clear, the transitions vivid, the meaning intact. Yet soon I realize this is not to be.

Waking up for real this time, it's about 3:45 am. Take some notes, go right back to sleep.

I'm in a music room. Some girl takes my flute, initials AR, and throws it toward the percussion area. It's broken, and I say "FUCK". This flute cost $70, or maybe $430. I'm afraid to tell my dad, because he bought it for me.

Sometime later down the line, there's an engine. Perhaps I'm examining how it works - I don't know.

I'm reading this book about the physics of weather, a possible flashback to my poorly-done presentation about the physics of artificial trees that absorb carbon dioxide. As usual, the book goes into a computer model simulation.

This time, there's talk about global warming not being real. Of course, I strongly disagree with that position. I see Greenland melting, refreezing, melting, refreezing again, rising and sinking above and below the waves. There are vivid colours here: sky blue, navy blue, orange, red, green, tan, yellow-green, yellow with a tinge of green, and brown. Near the Gulf Stream area, enveloping both Greenland and Iceland, a supervolcano destroys the land there in a big oval fashion. Iceland is first to melt, its people unaware, or possibly no people there at all. It's a Supervolcano, much like the Siberian Traps during the Permian-Triassic extinction era.

I wake up. It's 6:45.

There's a vivid drawing of some sort, the details now gone. Examining currency, bills, coins and American $1 bills. They're everywhere.

At my house, time is frozen, and my mom is here. Suddenly, somebody knocks on the door, and gives her two white pills that smell very industrial. She takes them, and weird effects happen. We try to lower the dose, so that days two to five will require one pill a day only. No idea what it's for. She bikes outside, and I see some guy skateboarding outside my window, and they go down the street and it's a sunny day.

Talking to my teacher now about French. Apparently one of the old teachers came back, and nothing happens. Or rather, there is not much to talk about, or maybe, there is.

Waking up again, and it's 8:20.

At some kind of zoo, or maybe it's a video game facade. I'm on the side of the lizards, but there are also mammals, lions and penguins. For some reason, the lizards decide to hide out on the near-vertical wall, bathing, possibly reminiscent of the sphenodontians, the last remaining species being the tuatara of New Zealand. Am I responsible? 30-40 % go extinct in a few hours. A travesty.

Later, some kind of land mammal, forget the name. Every day, the lions jump over them, and a few of them get injured and die. We try closing the door, we try negotiating with Atlan, and nothing happens. Later, we storm the beach, and head outside. Success.

I'm here at a beach party, outside now, warm weather. I ask this girl whether she's still interested in going to prom with me in a few months. Yet I get completely tongue-tied, and she ditches me, preferring instead to go with somebody else. Maybe those promises weren't meant to be kept that long. For a year.

Waking up again, but forget to check the time. Guessing it's around 9:30.

Something happens prior, no recollection. An old acquaintance of mine is standing in front of me, making me read some stuff that I find objectionable. Yet I read another text, this time in faux Greek, meaning the letters are greek, but the words English. I read this with no difficulty. Yet I leave out a compound word. The text turns out then, to be about spicy food. Oh no!

Wake up for the final time now - it's 11:00 am. This dream had had at least twenty-five parts, none equal.

Dream: February 2, 2012

There were at least five parts to this dream. Unfortunately I only remember one of those parts.

On my street, a clear blue day. Looking through a telescope at the sky, and the ground, at the Sun (DON'T DO THIS IN WAKING LIFE!). Not as bright as I thought it would be.

I was in my room, sitting on my bed. D stuck his junk on my wall. Empty boxes and cd cases. I noticed a lego box with a picture of really small figures. I wondered why he ever spent money on that.

I went to the park with my dad and my brother. My brother and I sat on a bench it was dark outside. Everything had a dark blue glow. D arrived. Both he and my brother wanted to game. I said: "Go ahead." and they left me sitting on the bench all by myself.
I waited a while, then decided to go check on them. I saw D used my laptop and shared something on msn about me. It was meant to be a joke but I thought it was hurtful. I could see more things he wrote about me but I can't remember the exact sentences.
I suddenly appeared in my living room because that's where D was. I picked up a random object and it changed into a whip.
I wanted D to feel the pain he caused so I hit him with the whip a few times. He found it amusing so I stopped. I also realized physical pain is not the same as mental pain so I couldn't make him feel what I felt that way.

I am on the ziggurat.

I am a sphinx.

I am roaring the sky.

COME TO THE PYRAMID!

CHICHEN ITZA!

Dreamers swarm in and dance.

THere's a party on the grass below.

I go down and join a carnival.

everyone is performing, dancing. music.

LOL

Was at hogwarts with the cast. I had long hair and smoked a lot of cigs. Eventually realized I'm dreaming and hid and waited for everyone to leave the hall. I got caught and was sent to class. I didn't go and a professor told me to go over. I looked at his head and think how funny this all is. I leave him and go outside. I'm on my magic carpet. He is havig a hard time flying like I normally do. I keep almost Fallon to the ground from the top of hogwarts towers. I need lessons I think to myself. I keepy trying for a while until I think enough!!! I imagine my neighborhood at my house and try to teleport. Nothing at first. It's reading super hard. I try again. The rain stop and I feel pushing. I open my eyes and I'm there. It's dark and my neighborhood is quiet. I'm I front of mothers house. I have my magic carpet and I get on. At first I'm a little slow to take corners and am just floating *but I start going faster. I'm goin really fast now around the corner of k roundabout and it's breathtaking. I love how amazing the wind feels and how great it feels to be going this fast. I love how real this all is. I decide to stop. I look around like I always do and look in detail At the sidewalk. I notice the infinite detail and think to myself that this cannot be just a dream it's too real. This is a real place, the astral plane. I decide it's time to go inside. I feel a negative presence. Something has my family hostage. Time to fight. I'm excited to do this. I gather my energy and kind of let my body do its thing. This part transcends time as it felt like hours. I was killing people at the speed of light. The kept coming and I kept killing with light balls and martial arts. After my house was clear I grabbed my staff from my room and killed around 50 more people. I can't go into too much detail just killing humans with complicated moves and enormous laughter. I thought to myself that this is my favorite lucid and all my powers are present. The. I hear a powerful and scary voice. Come outside Allen I'm here. I laugh to myself thinking another human to kill and it replies I'm an alien. I bolt outside super speed and yes there it is. It looks like a tranasourous Rex but is a bit different and is glowing neon almost radiation green. It starts running wanting me to chase. I shrug my shoulders and run super speed to try and catch It. As I get closer I sense it's power and it looks insane. I think maybe I'm not ready. This is already super super long let's write it down. I knew it was an excuse but what can I say this thing freaked me out. I woke In a fa at my moms house. Kara was playing super loud music and it was 1 am. Almost time for my wbtb. I am super happy with this lucid and can't wait to tell people. Kara's playing loud music and I tell her to stop. She's laughing and dancing to herself. My mom tells her to stops an d she turns it down. I wake for real

Nothing too remarkable today. :T

#1 - Fun With LEGOs

I was walking out back by our pool, and then suddenly I was in a high school class with a bunch of blurry DCs I can't remember and this one guy, D, who I've known for years and years and used to smoke weed with from time to time. He was building some LEGO castle or something which I accidentally destroyed and he got mad at me. D: When class ended I walked out of the door which actually led to the hallway in my house (with the door to the class being where the door to the bathroom normally is) and ended up just going to my room. D comes in and is still angry with me (like really pissed!) so to calm him down I grab a bunch of already made LEGO sets (which I apparently have ) and let him start smashing them.

#2 - Video Game Fragment

I was too lazy to really write this down fast enough to remember much, but I do remember that my life was a video game and I had gotten accidentally fused with someone else. And together we were the main character.

I really wish I wasn't so lazy, that one seems like it'd be interesting to know more of lol.

had an unexpected lucid dream with about 2 mg of melatonin + B6 at bed time. it started out in a regular dream where i was in a school walking with someone looking for someone else. i was going up a flight of stairs when i heard the cue from my phone to do a reality check. i am not sure if my actual phone in waking life created this noise, which then transferred into the dream world, but when i woke up it was 15 minutes past the hour. in the dream i thought, this would be a great situation to check my reality in as the scenario is somewhat different. it was not until i did the check that i realized i was dreaming.

The scenary changed and I am back at home, or a version of my home. I am kind of wandering around again at this point but I open a door and go out to a back yard. It was sunny outside and the sprinkler was on. I move the sprinkler away and the grass started to flood. I step into this flooding grass with my bare feet. I actually feel like this decision was not made by me, but I was completely lucid at this point.

I look at water droplets that are in the air from the sprinker and try to suspend and move them with my fingers. It worked. They turned into solid crystals/diamonds and I was able to move them.

I remember something that I wanted to do, but when I try to steer the direction of the dream in the way that I want (changing the setting), I lost a lot of clarity. It felt like I was just imagining it or day dreaming about it in my head, rather than actually being there and doing it. I ended up back in my bedroom, and I actually focus on waking myself up.

The last thing I remember was me sitting on my bed, looking at my own reflection in the TV that I used to have in my room. I think to myself: this is my dream, I can't have a better physique than that?

This lucid dream was not nearly as vivid as the one I had before this (on galantamind). But without a doubt, I was lucid and had some control. I also feel like this proves that my hourly cue to RC actually works. I remember after waking up, I looked at the clock and it was 15 minutes past the hour. The dream felt like it was around 10 minutes, so I do think that hearing the cue while I was dreaming caused me to RC in the dream.

Two days ago, the dogs in the bed thing.

Yesterday, the one with the back account balance changing.

I'm too ticked off at my subconscious to add more.

- There was a tiny man on the floor in my living room, about an inch tall. He carried a stick that was very thin but about his height. It was like one of those 'magic wands':

except it was gold instead of black. The man was dressed in a long coat and a top hat, and was also entirely gold. I was sitting on the floor looking at him, and he ran and hid under something, but dropped his wand. I picked it up very carefully and tried to hand it to him, and he took it. There was someone else with me who was saying it might take a while to build up his trust.



- I was very high and sitting by a big heavy curtain. On the side I was on, there were a couple people and I was just sitting on the floor, but once in a while I would pull up the curtain and put it over me so I was on the other side. On that side, it was like being in a giant music visualizer, and I compared it to Milkdrop, the one that comes with Winamp, which I love playing with. (I recommend it if you don't have it, and this if/once you do..!)

It was changing constantly, as it does, but the one I remember most was a place made of these big waves of rainbow dots on a dark background that also passed across you, from right to left, in vertical sheets. The space it was in felt so enormous, it seemed infinite. The sensation was really cool and I was extremely happy. It's very hard to describe. After going in for a bit I would emerge from the curtain, laughing, and tell everyone else (sober) they really needed to try it.

I need to do this again in a lucid.



- This one was much less fun. I was in my room when suddenly a guy I know, NG, burst into the room and started trying to rape me. (This guy also talks to me and invites me places more than I'd like, but I find him kind of creepy to be honest, I just always feel uncomfortable around him.) I was scared but managed to fight him off, at which point he started trying to stab me. I got past him and ran into the bathroom. One of my friends was taking a bath in there, I dunno who it was, it kept sort of switching between being H and being N and being some other random person. So I burst in on them and shut the door, saying something along the lines of, "I'M NOT GONNA LOOK AT YOU I PROMISE BUT SOMEONE IS TRYING TO STAB ME OUT THERE".

I found a phone in the bathroom and came out again for some reason. He had stopped trying to stab me, but I told him I was calling 911, and started dialing. He laughed and said, "Good luck with that. 911 can't help you now." I looked down at the screen and it said something like, "line disconnected" and none of the buttons would work. I understood the guy had cut the phone line.

So I ran downstairs and tried to get out the front door. I was thinking I didn't want to go out in the clothes I was wearing, my shirt was really see-though, but I couldn't really help it. I struggled to unlock the door before he could get to me, and thankfully he didn't stop me from getting out, but he grabbed a very sharp umbrella from the porch and chased after me. I ran out onto the street yelling for help. I looked around but it was deserted. Desperate, I ran a bit further, and ran across a young woman I didn't know. I ran up to her and said, "please can you call someone for me, I need help, this guy is trying to kill me." She stared blankly and said nothing. Then he caught up with me, and I had to run again, fending off the umbrella.

I ran to a very busy place with the guy close behind. I managed to grab onto his hand and hold onto only his ring finger, which stopped him from stabbing me for some reason. We were in a very large crowd, but everyone was just staring at me without saying or doing anything, and it was very frustrating. At the very end, for some reason the guy started turning into N, and I was thinking, "I can't believe he ended up being like this!" Then I woke up, very relieved, before realizing it never was N in the first place.

I was being pretty much thrown into a small part of an jungle, where a few deathtraps resided. As I was flying into that section of the jungle I barely flew over a big tree chunk, hanging in mid-air, the first deathtrap was right in front of me, some sort of cable hanging there which I shouldn't touch, I managed to twist mid-air and avoided it. As I landed there I was looking around for an moment and noticed there was no way out as the vegetation has been reshaped into an prison. There was an possible exit to my left however, again equiped with some sort of deathtrap. I managed to escape however, and told a group in some way about the traitor who was responsible for that. At some later I point I was in a bright burning house, which would've been cool if it wouldn't actually belong to me. I used some sort of power, weaving with my hands, to extinguish the flames and experimented how this application was most effective. After the fire was extinguished I went around a wall and down some street, while I noticed there was blacklight coming from the sky, it was night and I saw the stars for a short moment. Some parts of me and my clothing started to fluoresces, apparently confusing and amusing the daughter of some passing by mother. I at some point also got to see a list in my personal HUD (meaning it just appeared in my field of vision) with the molecules responsible for the effect and the according colors.

So I was in a very tall hotel at some point, and everyone was packing up to leave, we had a bunch of rooms booked. There was Adrian, Myself, Daniel and someone else. I was checking on them to make sure they were almost ready to leave. We got in the elevator, for some reason I dont think we were supposed to be in the hotel. The elevator was pretty classy, there were mirrors behind us (across from the doors) and it was made of wood. There was a lady elevator worker, and she was very pretty. I recall that there were elevators even where there shouldnt be elevators... so once we used one to escape I believe
when we reached the bottom there was a car, possibly like the old honda. It had a bunch of people in it, my mom was driving I think, my Grandpa was in it, there was really only room for like 2 people so we crammed in.

At one point I was at work, talking with some guy that doesnt work there (he worked there in the dream) about meditation, he mentioned some experience that happened to him, he was transported somewhere or something. and mentioned meditation, so I was like "Wait.. what was that?" "Oh I got transported to some weird place" "HOW??" (I knew it was meditation but I wanted to be sure) "Meditation" "I knew it! I meditate too." I went on to explain real experiences Ive had with meditating (hearing people talk, being in a room with a window) We talked at this place that had three chairs, and was under some weird statue type thing. it was like a hotel resort, but still in the mall. His grandmother was there, and she talked about some stuff too.

Multiple times in the dream Shaun and Adrian would go around and talk to people fast, like Grandma when shes irritated, I guess they were proving a point or something. They would talk to me "Oh-hey-hows-it-going?-alright-bye" and do that to a bunch of people, even talked to grandma (or Auntie Julie?) like that. This was in Grandmas house. We were having a poker game or something.

Once we were headed to my old house, across the train tracks. as we drove, to our right was an industrial factory on fire, it was burning and I watched while we drove past. we arrived at our house and the trees in front were on fire. The had torches in three places (there were 2 trees, one of them had 2 torches, the other had 1) the torches burnt at the trees and left a large flame. we went inside my mom was hoping it wouldnt set the place on fire. once we reached inside I looked out, above the torches there were TVs playing something(possibly the fire?) and then the torches burnt out, and the tvs turned off. My brother offered my grandma his room so she could sleep and then "We could read and talk normally" something like that. basically it was to get her out of the way, and he didnt care if she knew. He wanted to talk with Grandpa.

**these dreams were from other nights that I just didnt write yet**

So I had an "8 1/2" dream, I was in a hot air balloon, and it tipped over, sending me and a whole bunch of other things hurling toward earth. we were very high up and I could see my hands and legs in first person as I fell. it was in full color I am positive. I wasnt worried to hit the ground because I thought I was a piece of dust, therefore it would not hurt, alas I was not, and I was myself and I hit the ground and it did hurt. I didnt wake up though, there was a guy dressed up like a gorrila (like th eguy from Justice League, he mightve had white fur though) and he fell through the ground. I had to help him out.

**another dream**

There was some sort of chase or race. Two groups of people. They both had these weird machines that would help them levitate into the air. So this machine would pump, and make a sort of field around the people to lift them all, the whole group. and then the other group used the same machine to follow. Once they reached the outer edge of the clouds, the one group (first group) kept going, while the other stopped. you could see above the clouds, and see them go on and on. a bunch of rocks fell onto the force field type thing and dispersed out above the people. and fell toward earth.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

A kind of short, cocky-looking Latino guy with kind of tall, wavy hair was walking through a door. The guy was wearing a military jacket and no shirt. He had a girl on either arm. He was kind of giggling to himself.

The guy seemed to be walking into some huge mansion, which was probably his. The idea seemed to be that the guy had gotten rich somehow, possibly through rap music. He was really gloating about his success, which was really pissing me off. I wondered why the assholes were always the successful ones.

The man was followed by another guy, who I assumed was the guy's brother. The brother looked a lot like the man, except that he looked a lot more gentle-mannered and worn-out. He may have been partly bald. The brother also entered with two people, possibly family members.

The brother was then followed by a lot of other family members. I thought it was at least good that the man was letting his whole family in on his wealth.

But now it was like the group of people was some kind of tour, taking a walk through Beyonce's mansion. The group was mostly young adults and older kids. Everybody, walking through the mansion, had the feeling that they would be able to make money like this, too, someday.

I was following the people through the mansion from a backward view, like I was facing people and looking through a dolly-camera as it tracked through the rooms. Each room of the mansion had different colors for the walls. There was one room with yellow walls and another room with sea-green walls.

In the room with sea-green walls a young, white woman was looking at a bunch of empty picture frames that hung on the wall. I had turned around to face forward and look at the woman.

The woman asked me, "How do they get the money for the models for these things?" I didn't know how to respond to that. Apparently the woman thought the picture frames had all been made to order or built by hand, instead of just bought.

I walked into another room, which was mostly dark. It was a really big room, almost like a ballroom. But most of the room couldn't be seen in the darkness. I stood in the light of the room I had just left.

Obscured from my view by some tall potted plants like palms was a table. Two people stood at the table. At first I thought it was Jay-Z and Beyonce. But then I realized it was Beyonce and some other woman. At first I thought the woman was white. But as I creeped around the plants, I saw that she was black.

Beyonce said something to the woman about giving the woman advice, from one mother to another.

Dream #2

I was in some place like a locker room with a group of people like business people. The business people were all smarter and more put-together than I was. But they all liked me anyway, for some reason. We had just finished up something. We were now hanging around and laughing with each other.

Then some sports team came into the room. They were like a soccer team at first. It was also like they were somehow a part of our group. But then they were some other group of people. They started getting really loud and rowdy, kind of to bully the rest of us and make us feel uncomfortable.

Then the group of people became a whole bunch of black guys. They were all kind of skinny and grizzled-looking. One had a long, skinny, grey beard. They all wore really nice golfing clothes, with pale beige golfing sweaters. They'd all just come in from the links. They threw their golf bags all over the floor.

For some reason I was laying on the floor. One guy saw me on the floor and threw his golf bag so it landed on my right leg. It didn't hurt very much. But I knew he'd done it out of disrespect.

I stood up instantly and was right in the guy's face. I may even have been standing on his feet. The guy seemed passive, but not really afraid. I was yelling at the guy and doing something physical to him, to try to hurt him. I got madder and madder.

Suddenly I was out on a beach. The beach felt small, almost fake. I couldn't see the water. There seemed to be a couple dunes of sand on either end of a small, flat area of beach. I stood near one of the dunes with a young woman.

The woman knew, but wasn't quite telling me, that I'd gotten so mad just a moment ago that I'd committed some kind of really violent act on a group of people. I'd probably killed a few people. The bodies were now gone, but there were still small traces of blood here and there.

I couldn't remember anything about the violent act, and the woman wouldn't tell me anything about it. She didn't even tell me outright that I'd done it. All I could figure was that I'd killed that group of black men in the locker room.

Something about that thought brought the black man before me again. I was filled with rage. But for some reason I was now just flying over the sand. In the places where the dunes had been, or maybe just before the dunes, were two intricate sand sculptures, each of a city. The cities looked almost like Middle Eastern cities.

Dream #3

There was some kind of big tract of land with a house on it. The house was at the bottom of a kind of steep hill. The hill had a flower garden on it.

At the base of the hill, along the side of the house, was a stone path which may almost have felt like a trench in places. At some point in the trench area was a door that led into some dark, cellar-like room. This was apparently a woman's quarters. The room also held a bathroom.

The woman who lived in the quarters was probably Irish, pale-skinned, tallish, fat, with red-brown hair. She wore a dress of coarse, plain fabric, probably denim-blue and tan. She was probably a little grouchy, lazy, and mean.

My sister now stood before me and a few other family members in a kitchen. My sister was very young, maybe nine or ten years old. She wore a pale blue skirt and some long, white stockings with blue designs on them.

My sister was complaining about having gone down into the bathroom in the woman's quarters. She had opened the door while a woman -- probably not the woman who lived there -- was in the bathroom.

My sister told us, "I'm not a lesbian. So I wouldn't try to see a woman naked. But when I opened up the bathroom door the woman did this." My sister grabbed her chest and made gestures indicating big breasts.

My sister said, "Then she said, 'I'm married with kids, so don't get any ideas!' Like she thought I was coming into the bathroom to have sex with her!"