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- I was trying to get a birthday present together for N. I had a huge cardboard box in my living room, and I put a couple things I had for him in it. L was there too and she was helping me. I left the room for a moment, and when I came back, she had packed the rest of the box full of random stuff I didn't want. There were 3 pillows from my couch, a few small bottles of rice, a bag of salt and vinegar chips, and a big pile of ugly handmade candles, among other things. I took it all out with difficulty, but the candles made me think that maybe I should include the same caramel-scented candle I have, because it smells really nice and I'd told him it was good when smoking, lol. It was only April or May in the dream, and I was a bit afraid something would happen before his birthday and I wouldn't get to send it.

- N (dude get out of my head haha) had uploaded his kandykast (subtle lol) and was in my room taking phone calls about it. It was dark, we were by the window and I think we only had a candle lit. He was selling it to people for some reason. One guy called him, said "arse" and hung up. I asked, "did you sell it to arse?" He replied "no," sounding disappointed. He had also made a website for it, but it was just a plain page with a few cheesy glitter banners people had sent him. One of them was mine, I think it was dark blue.

I was working with my colleagues, talking about an upcoming feature that was needed. For some reason, I knew I could fly - even in and out of material - though no one else could. When it was Friday night and I wanted to be done for the weekend, I flew through the building several levels below my coworkers to stay hidden so they couldn't assign me work.

(Note: wrote this up days after dream and forgot most)

The first thing I recall is dreaming that my teeth were falling out. They came out with little effort (i poked and pulled a tiny bit). It was as if they were suspended inside my mouth by nothing and I wondered how they hadn't fallen out sooner and I thought of an example of slamming on my brakes while driving and my teeth just flying out lol
In the dream, my p-doc was my Dentist and I worried how he would react.

I've not had such a dream in a VERY long time. I blame Erii's post about the Dentist

In another dream, I was at my Grams house and I kept missing phone calls because she had a telephone that flashed red instead of ringing for the hard of hearing. But then the dream gets all jumbled with another one.
What I recall of it is being at some bar/restaurant. The Land Cruiser was in the parking lot but it wouldn't move. I went out to put something away and berated myself because not only had I left the keys in the door, in another door hung the keys from my new car.
I was traveling somewhere and I worried about hubby finding the Land Cruiser.

Somehow all of that gets jumbled with yet another dream of me babysitting. One of the neighbors was a real ass and he came over to harass the little boy under my care about one thing or another. The boy was only about 6 or so. He just barged in and went to the boys room. I told him the boy was napping and that I wouldn't try waking him and that he needed to leave etc. He shook the boy awake and the boy promptly bloodied the mans nose
The man left, taking his little daughter with him (?) and the mom walked in and I started rambling off what happened. She was furious and went to the door to yell at him, but at that moment, his little girl fell and cracked her head on the sidewalk. Her dad was right there but we females still wanted to rush out and comfort the child, but we held back.

Which jumbles my memory further and I recall my parents at my Grams house. They were upset about something and had to travel a great distance to pick up my kids because my sisters car broke down (kids were with them). My dad raged on about how what goes around comes around and he might not give my sister and her hubby a ride home before bringing my crew back.

Which further jumbles with the dream from the bar/restaurant and someone asking who my hubby was and being shocked by the answer and more shocked by the age difference.

And then I recall having laid down on someone else's bed and I was certain I had been exposed to lice and I became highly annoyed.

I only slept for about 5 hours and it was definitely NOT good sleep.

Dreamt night of January 31, 2012. A few scattered dreams.

I have a new job at the school district. However, another coworker from my previous job also works here. There is a sneaking suspicion that someone is trying to harm the office. A young boy comes in for an innoculation and my previous coworker gives me the needle to do it. I am very concerned that I don't know how to give vaccines, but I do it anyways. As I am putting the needle into the sharps container, I overhear my new boss telling my coworker "Why did you have her do that? You know that's not her job". The coworker replied snidely, "I know. But I thought it would be funny."

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I am at the house in Denair. M and I are living there. It is foggy out. Night time. We hear a car driving by, which is unusual as we are on a dead end road. I look out the window and see it is an ambulance. I wonder what is going on. The lights are on, not even the headlights. I tell M something is wrong and he looks out too. When he looks out, its no longer an ambulance but a yellow, older model van. Almost like a VW bus. It just keeps driving up and down the drive, zig-zagging. The driver appears to be intoxicated.

M decides he wants to go investigate. I plead for him to stay inside. We can call the police to handle this. He decides he will get in his truck. I follow along. However, somehow, the truck turns into another late model van- this one a dark orange color. Beat up. We sit in it and watch the other van continue to jerk around the road, stopping, going, turning.

M pulls our van forward and follows the other. I see there is an older man driving- he appears to be homeless or incredibly impoverished. He has long, silver hair and a beard and is wearing a too-big jacket. As we're following the other van down the road, back toward the through-way, the yellow van suddenly increases speed and crashes into the fenceline. The impact is so fierce that it causes the van to roll.

I know I need to call the police so I dial 9-1-1. I hear my grandfather answer on the other line, sleepy, asking what's going on. I look at my phone and see it dialed the wrong number. I tell him that I am trying to reach the police and keep shouting "I'll call you later, I have to go!" When I try to dial 9-1-1 again, it calls an old high school friend that I haven't talked to in ages. I hang up my phone, frustrated. I then begin to lock all of the doors on the van. The sliding door. The two back doors. They're hard to lock, you have to push down the metal tab.

We watch the homeless looking man crawl out of his van. He walks over to the dog fence. The dog comes walking up and he begins to kick the fence, yelling. M honks the horn on our van to get his attention. I tell him not to. The homeless man turns and looks at our van. He starts to walk over. I am in the back of our van, near the back doors, and watch in horror as the homeless man walks toward us.

"LOCK THE DOOR! LOCK THE DOOR!" I am screaming at M. "LOOK! LOOK! LOCK THE DOOR!" My voice is shrill, but M isn't looking. He is just sitting there, looking the opposite direction.

The homeless man opens the door to the van and points at M. I hear a loud crack. The man yells something, I don't remember what, then turns to me and I see a gun. He shoots, the bullet hits my neck, and I just drop in the back of the van.

I woke up. It was 4:00 am

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I may have been in a meeting with people from one of my previous jobs. I had walked out of that meeting. I was now walking into something like a kitchen area for a restaurant, or maybe for something like the cafeteria of an elementary school or nursery.

The kitchen was busy with people, and it was possibly humid and warm. Most of the people in the kitchen were kids. They seemed to be engaged in some project, like they were cooking together for some confidence-building exercise. Most of the kids seemed to be washing dishes, though, or playing around in the sink.

There was a big set of wire-rack shelves right before the door, on the wall opposite the door. Before the racks, a higher-up woman from one of my old jobs, PD, was bending over, reaching for a plastic container of some kind of powdered food. PD looked a bit shorter and thinner, though she was still overweight. Her face also looked a bit too pale and dry.

I feel like at this point all the kids may have gathered around me. They thought I was a fun guy to hang out with. I may have interacted with them a little more enthusiastically than I would otherwise have, though, since PD was around. I'd always kind of admired PD, so I wanted her to think highly of me. I thought she'd be impressed if she saw how good I was with kids.

Somehow, though, I now needed to lead the kids out of the kitchen and through the next room, which was either like a classroom or a lobby in some school building. Although I was technically "leading" the kids, I was really in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by all the kids.

I got the idea to get the kids started on a march. We would march and give a marching chant. The chant had the cadence of the "I don't know but I've been told" chant stereotypical of military marches. But I thought it would be funny to make a chant encouraging the children to misbehave.

I would say the line, then the kids would repeat it. We chanted as we marched up toward the back, left corner of the room. I chanted, "These are the things that I do."

The kids repeated, "These are the things that I do."

"When I want to -----" (Go and play? Go outside? Go away?)

"When I want to -----"

"Fighting."

"Fighting."

"Whining."

"Whining."

"Running away."

"Running away."

At this moment, two of the older girls (maybe 11 or 12 years old) ran off to the left, just as we were approaching the door to the classroom. The girls seemed to run past a bookshelf, behind which stood two adult women.

I decided I needed to follow the girls and bring them back. This may have been because I didn't want them to set a bad example for the class. But I think I also wanted to follow them because I was sexually attracted to them, and I wanted them to stay around me.

I broke away from the rest of the group and followed the path of the girls. I ended up in some room where two slightly overweight, Latina women were sitting on couches. They were both discussing their bills and their debt. I may have felt like the women were similar to PD somehow.

I saw one of the women's checks. The name on the check was Kerolos. Something about the name didn't make sense to me. Later on I saw another check. It seemed to have come to the woman from some business man. The name on this check was Carolos. This made more sense to me.

01.02.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1: Naked Pictures of Myself

I don't remember too much about this because it was oddly disturbing and surprising at the same time. I was inside a room sitting somewhere that had an adequate amount of lights that radiated a yellow/orange color to them, and my father is going through a series of pictures on a Laptop.



I think a few of them are me naked with me holding my penis and actually take a fully body picture with it too. I'm freaked out as hell, wondering how the hell I would do something like that, but my father just scrolls through them like he didn't even see anything.

I didn't register any element of surprise from his face when he was going through my photos.

Either he tried to make it look like he didn't see anything and wanted to scroll faster to avoid the other naked pictures I had, or was a completely oblivious DC that was doing random shit on the laptop.

That's all I remember for that one. And good thing that's all I remembered.


Dream 2: Groping Woman's Ass in a Train

I'm on a train that's pretty empty. A pretty cute black girl is outside wearing a RED shirt and has glasses on (looks like Shi Reeves). She looks familar to me because before the dream, I think I heard the voice of some lady trying to convince me to talk to some people or something.



She's with a guy though, so she comes in the train with him. We're all standing, and the train moves. It's the type of train that's outside and above ground, not in the subway. But it felt like I was in a bus, but I'll just go with train for now.



The girl doesn't recognize me, but I have a feeling she was trying to find me in a dream I can' remember seeing her. She was looking outside the windows of the bus while I take a quick glance at her breasts.

I don't know if she was pretending not to see me, I think she even looks at me, but it was only for a second, but I could remember seeing the cheeks on her face have a little makeup on.

Then she gets closer to me with her back facing me, but not paying attention to me. The guy who is with her is on her right, and he's close to me as well. Her back is facing me still, and she gets a little closer to me. She gets closer and closer, and I eventually feel her ass in gray yoga pants or some leggings with my knuckles.

I wasn't trying to touch her intentionally, it's just that she got closer to me. While the bus is constantly moving, making her ass bump into the knuckles of my hand even more, the dude who is next to her grabs my hand I think and forces me to grope her ass.

He's asks me "Don't you want this???" At first I'm shocked because it feels like this guy had persuaded me to meet this woman before in different dreams that I cannot remember, but I could actually feel her ass.

It was so smooth and firm. Feeling the texture of the yoga pants was amazing, but I wasn't lucid. It felt erotic just holding my hand around this woman's amazing ass, I felt like a child that suddenly got into the temptation.

I ended up holding the sides of this woman and starting to move both my hands near the bottom region of her stomach to her vaginal area and continued moving them around her rear.

I finally was convinced and told the person "Yes...I'll be with her." or something like that. I didn't see how the guy looked though. But damn was this woman I'm touching hot. She really started to look like Shi Reeves.

I think I'm in a different dream scenario to where they are taking me to a random house. We get there by car I think. The environment overall has some gray clouds, and the neighborhood looks like a pretty maintained and fancy place.

It was quiet at the time, and the Shi Reeves look-a-like DC is going in it to pack some stuff I think. I go into the car to get random things out to put inside the front entrance of the house.

When I go in, I see dark brown wood flooring, dining table....stuff that you would generally see in a house. I asked "Hello?" inside the house, and didn't get a response. I started to get louder and asked if anyone was in the place.

No response, so I go venture around the place, and see a bathroom when I moved forward and turned right. It looked empty, and no lights were on, but outside of the bathroom was partially lit.

I sensed that the black female DC was in the bathroom with the lights off, but I couldn't tell. I saw another DC that was in there, but I don't think he was doing anything with the lady. She was probably sitting on the toilet, so I immediately moved away to not look like a peeping tom.

I waited for her to be finished, but I woke up.

Dream 3: Place gets drenched with Tsunami

I'm seeing this random area get demolished by a Tsunami, or a huge wave of water at least. I don't feel any of the impact, but I look around a small field of vision and someone was asking me what happened to the place.

I think I said Scotland had a Tsunami occur, but I'm not sure if that's really what I said. I was telling some random voice that I didn't bother to look for the source it was coming from the experiences I had encountering the Tsunami.



Apparently I hanged on top of a ledge, but not with my knuckles facing me, but the other way around (palms facing me), and I'm just hanging on to the ledge very tightly until the Tsunami hits my way.

How does hanging from a ledge where all of your strength relies on your arms and hands prevent one from getting injured from an incoming Tsunami? I don't know, and it felt like silly too.

An unusual spattering of dreams from this morning.

Somebody was stepping on my crotch. It hurt.

Later, there was an Occupy protest in my town. Somewhere in the world, 4 more people were killed, and Wikipedia was going to mention the fact. This brought the worldwide toll from 96 to 100, quite remarkable considering this was supposed to be a revolution - but mostly, of the mind.

I'm suffering from sleep paralysis, unable to turn my head more than 10 degrees, or was it 25? I'm apparently facing up, grabbing my laptop and going on Twitter, tweeting about the fact I have "testicular" sleep paralysis. Well, my fingers still can move, but when I try to turn my head, I start shaking like a wildman.

Shaking. Just shaking.

Facade - a giant room, chandelier on the top, wooden with big gates at the sides. Some kind of medieval fortres or university.

I go on my computer again, this time on the website Weather Underground. I see that there are two tropical systems: one near Australia, and another over western Lake Michigan. How unusual for this time of year. The Great Lakes storm's name is Isabel, retired in 2003. Here it is a tropical storm, about to do an outside loop, and track into my area in four days. By then, it will have weakened.

That's odd - it actually is expected to rain Sunday.

Later, or possibly earlier. I'm reading some source material about Asperger's, and hypermasculine disorders. Where have I encountered this before?

I awake to the sound of my alarm.

I slightly remember being at this wierd stadium that was square and in the middle was water. It was were the super bowl was supposed to be( even though it was more like a huge swimming pool).

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I also remember looking out the window in my house onto my front yard. I did this because it seemed darker than usual. One of the trees from the woods in front of my house fell. I saw my mom walking up to it. I was almost teleported with myself knowing right next to the tree. I saw something blue and my mom walked up to it and grabbed it. She told me it was my dads hat that he lost( and in real life he actually lost that hat). Then she said something about being glad there was no dead animals.Thats all.

I started off with my dad in a hotel. A really nice hotel actually. It was full of old school cars and was very big and extravagant. We got in one of the cars and he drove through a wall and suddenly I was in school. (I interpret him driving through a wall as dreams changing.) We were doing Spanish assignments when all of a sudden, my British Lit teacher was there playing guitar. So I went in the hall and picked up my guitar (I'm in his guitar club in real lif) and played with him. Everyone came to watch and when people started to congratulate us, I woke up.

Last night wasn't a good one... The power was gone, so I ended up staying up until 1:30AM watching a BBC series about Auschwitz... and then I went to bed. I usually fall asleep later, so no sleep pattern...

About my dreams, I don't remember them. I know that I may have dreamed something about Auschwitz, but not about the camp itself. More like the government has decided to get some tips from Hitler and bring back the horror of concentration camps.

What I do remember is that I was on a boat, watching somebody. It was windy and raining, but I just stood there. Then I got off the boat, walked a bit and I think I was at uni, but I could be wrong. All I know is that I was going to have lunch and my cousin who lives in Germany was there too. We made fun of the food, cause my mum was there and she wants me to lose weight, so my cousin and I were like "here, three grains of rice for you!"

After that, I was with another cousin of mine and my mum was talking about how she would hit me, she said she wouldn't hit me on the face, so people would never know what she was doing to me. I replied that I always show people my arms (when my mum is mad, she hits me on the arms and uses her nails to hurt me), so everybody knows what she does.

And I think that's all I remember. I think the fact that I've been being woken up by my parents shouting at me to get up and take my dog out is making it difficult. Whenever I wake up with loud noises and then I have to get up and do something, I can barely remember my dreams.

It started out that there were arguments erupting around where I was, so I took a step back and decided to take a walk to clear my head. (I seemed to be fully in control at the point, because I'd tend to step away rather than get involved in any arguments for fear of making things worse.) I stepped along my street, when this old woman was coming towards me from her drive. Her hands were up, like she was going to grab me. I'd had a dream with her similarly, where she took me into her home and tried to cut me with a sharp knife. So my instincts kicked in, and I naturally didn't want to be near her. I closed my eyes, wishing to be far away from her.

When I opened them, I was walking back along a path. That lady was nowhere to be seen. I got to the top of the hill where I began to walk along another street. There was no one else around, but to me that didn't seem strange at all. After all, the street where I live isn't that busy usually anyway. All of a sudden a stranger appeared behind me. I don't remember much about how he looked. However, I remember he had dark brown hair. For some reason it really stuck out to me. He grabbed me, putting me over his shoulder and dragged me back the way I'd come. The street was now so unfamiliar though, and I recognised no one at all.

When we came to a stop, there was a giant stand. He brought me over to it, putting me down. I remember there were people staring up at me, but then I woke.

I was sitting in the second row of a memorial of some kind. My (real life) GF was sitting at my right side. A young black male dressed formally, about age 12 or 13, was pacing back and forth in a large auditorium filled with rows of people. He was giving a sermon about his Dad's military service.

I don't recall the wording of what he said. I made a sly remark to my GF under my breath. We both chuckled, and looking behind me: I noticed a young woman crying. There were other faces who looked very sad. I started to realize the boys Dad must be dead...

He paused to ask the crowd a few questions about people who choose to give their lives to serve in the military. I instantly chimed in and said (exact quote):

"What about forgiveness?" -My voice cracked with the start of crying.

"Because we have to forgive ourselves if we choose to fight and to kill." -Some people burst into tears around me. I immediately fell apart sobbing too.

-Then I woke up. I felt perfectly calm, well rested, and not the least bit sad. Although when I told my Mother about this dream, she shed a tear on the spot. No one in my immediate family/friends has been in the military.

I enter Gs room with a box. Inside is a remote controlled car that I'm excited about because I had this red car sometime long ago. I start playing with it. The remote starts to controll toospick. I make him move around and wonder how this is working. I look at G and he takes off his hat revealing a head full of long curly hair. I hear father coming and I wonder how his gona react I walk over to the window I can't believe g did that and how? So fast. I do a reality check and get really excited that I'm finally lucid again but the dream begins to fade. I try to not move but I keep feeling my body in bed and eventually wake up

sitting atop the great pyramid.

It becomes crystal.

Dreamers fly in like a flock of birds. I am stunned.

People keep saying we did it!

I keep saying you have been doing it!

Writing this rather late at night. This is for the happenings of last night, and not this night.

I remember two dreams last night

Dream 1.
I am in a cliche jungle-esque area. I remember in this setting, I was not myself but instead placed in this dream as a man in his late twenties. I had brown hair and a suit on.
I believe I was a part of a race, or some sort of competition, as well, I believe I was partially lucid for part of the dream, as I remember at a point in the dream, I heard a kid, he's about 13-15, taunting me, he keeps yelling "I'm ahead of you, you can't catch me" He's near a log that you have to balance on to get across, and on his right side, a ladder, in case you were to follow off, I assume. So, when hearing this taunting, I specifically remember saying " ah yeah? We'll just see about that" By now my appearance has changed to me being my normal self, 16 year old self I usually see when day-dreaming.
So, considering there were plenty of rather high hills in front of me, making it tricky to get through this area, unless you're falling the specific path laid out for you. So, with my knowledge of my dream abilities, I made a very straight path, literally cutting through these hills, to the area where the kid was. I remember the kids face as a dumb founded, awestruck look.

Anyways, a little later on in the dream I'm in a small camp with a very quickly set up tent, with a large stump near it, a table with things to cook and drink and a fire in the middle, over top is the canopy of the trees. I'm trying to connect to the internet, while having a ipod playing music next to me. The internet connection is a little fuzzy but it all seems well, I'm on a wierd video, and then the internet, and my music start to glitch up at the exact same time.

I try fixing the internet connection, yet every time it glitches up, the computer takes me to a website. I still remember it very clearly. The website was about a girl who had died,. I wording was black on a white background for half the page,while the other half, the right side, was covered in red with creepy pictures of a girl stuck in barbed wire, biting down on it, shadows covering her eyes, and her scowling at the viewer of the page.
I started joking about how this girl was trying to haunt me and then my music started changing to songs named "Connect," "help", and one I couldn't read, even going so far as thinking in the dream " how strange, I can't seem to read the name."


Now, here's where the second dream starts. You see, while I was viewing the webpage, it was almost like one of those scenes in a movie where they zoom in on a screen, zoom out, and you're in a completely different place.
I'm now in my house, in our living room on the computer. The kitchen is attached to the living room, and in the living room, my brother is talking with his girlfriend on the phone, my parents over with him as well. There was a blizzard outside and my brother seems to be talking to his girlfriend about driving to her cabin. He then says something to the likes of "You know, I can never forget when a signal is being interfered."
With that, every light turns off, even my computer, the only exception being a single light over our kitchen table. The T.V. blinks on and off three times then even the kitchen light goes off.

Of course, since I still have memories of my last dream, I kind of freak out, thinking a ghost is truly going to kill me. After a few seconds, I force myself to steady my breathing and close my eyes to help myself calm down. It was eerily silent, I believe I forgot to keep the people in the kitchen there in my dream and I was now alone. After about 5 seconds, I tell myself I tell myself in my dream " Okay, now you just have to open your eyes" and of course, with this, I actually opened my real eyes, rather widely too. I did a reality check and I did find out that yes, I was actually awake.
So my dream self woke my real self up. First time this has happened in a very long time.