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My friend the spy

I am visiting with my brother's fiancee for some reason. As we are visiting, people start chasing us. It turns out that she is some kind of a spy, and there is an organization out to get her. We go running across the rooftops of some city, chased by people who are shooting.

Later on I am discussing this adventure with someone, and reflecting on how I didn't mind running along ledges and other death defying stunts when I was being chased. I also wonder if this girl has a sister that might be single.

Grandfather falling on hard times

My Grandfather has lost a lot of money somehow, and is trying to raise money. Some creepy looking guys show up, and they begin discussing the possibility of him selling the grandkids as slaves. After the creepy guys leave, I make sure that my Grandfather really isn't planning to sell us to them.

I solve a mystery

My family and I are standing outside watching an airplane. The plane is flailing around strangely in the sky, flying way up into the air and then back down. Then it starts to shake, and fall apart. It breaks into pieces, and falls to the ground. Actually, it falls into some kind of water because it creates a small tidal wave that I am concerned will hit us. By the time it reaches us though, it just makes our feet wet.

We are seperated from the airplane crash by a bunch of shelving, or something like that. As I examine all of these things, I (or we) are reminded of something that happened that is in some way related. I crawl under the shelves to examine the wreck (which is now part of a satellite), and poke around looking for bodies, I think. I don't see any, but I do find an electronic device that makes something important click in my mind. I've solved the case! I seem to recall the dream starting to get creepy around now, but when I solve the case everything brigthens and becomes cheerful. I think I become Monk again, or at least I pretend that I am. "I've got it!" I shout behind me. "Here's what happened," I begin, but I don't remember what happened.

Small WILD

I wake up in bed. As I usually do any more, I do a nose pinch RC. I can still breathe which puzzles me at first. But as I realize that I must be dreaming I also seem to become aware that I am waking up, or am awake already and I haven't even pinched my nose. I don't know if this part happened or if it was a false awakening, but I decide to try a WILD from this point. Or maybe it's a DEILD, I forget what the exact technique is here. Anyway, a dream forms around me within seconds. I find myself walking into an electronics store with a friend. I'm not very satisfied with this dream, although I don't know why looking back on it. I try to find ways to anchor myself to the dream. My friend sits down with a sort of Iphone or IPad. I look around, trying to hold on. I can't remember what happens after this.

I had a dream earlier where I was at school, and there were all types of events going on. Some kids had a band, and they were singing old songs from the 60s and 70s. There was this group of girls (one of them were A) they were asking us a bunch of questions. I remember wanting to help them over the fence, but I couldn't hop fences like I was earlier in the dream. Oh and something else about slipping and landing in garbage.

There's a group of us and we plan on taking over this castle, but it's modern...like an airport or something. ‎Oneironaut is there and he's in charge. We have a cache of weapons we pick from, and I think I gain just a low amount of lucidity because I pull out a Deadpool mask and two katanas. Basically we rushed in there, and took the place over by sections. There was this open courtyard type area, and this area with stairs on the outside of the building. I was patrolling between the two areas and making sure no one tried to play hero. Most of the fighting took place at the courtyard with the initial rush. There was sooo much killing to be had. When I got to the area with the stairs I got into a couple of skirmishes, and then I had to shut a few people up the only way I knew....my katanas. One of the solders was trying to tell me that O wanted as many people alive possible, and I completely ignored the guy and went on telling people cheesy lines like "you're next to taste my blade".

Wait wait hold up...some recall is coming back. The mission wasn't a head on attack. I remember being disguised as some kind of monk, and I got to the stair area without being spotted (O's group was still way ahead of us) Then some lady pointed out "what kind of monk wears grey". I threw my uniform up in the air like on those ninja movies, and headed back towards the courtyard, and we all had to loot up with weapons as quickly as possible.....THEN we started laying people out. I think the solder came back to tell me to stop killing everyone because O had everyone in his sections in check. After my onslaught, I searched around and saw sooo many people just sitting there. I think (or maybe i wanted it to be) one room had a bunch of people he was going to execute, and another he was just going to set free. Oh, and I remember killing one guy and one girl from two different couples and telling the survivors to become a couple.

I remember being outside of my house, when this huge train...it had to be about 2 stories high, and wide as the road, came barreling down the street. I turned around, and there was another one heading down the side street.

I told all the DC's that we were in a dream and flew off.

I was at the ocean. I was standing with someone in a life guard station that seemed to be out in the water 50 yards or so. Suddenly all the waves got still and the air was silent.

Then I saw that there was a dark line on the horizon. I knew that a big wave was coming in. I shouted, "Big Wave!" to everyone who was near. The ocean and the beach was filled with people. I braced myself as the wave came into shore. It wasn't a tsunami, but just a good sized wave that went further up the beach than the others. I looked around and the people seemed to all be okay, still bobbing in the water. Then I noticed that the wave was coming back out to sea. It was a backwards wave. This one looked bigger than the first. I was really nervous this time. I changed positions in the life guard place. I saw as the wave passed over head, but it didn't come in or knock the place down.

Then I had a little panic attack as I remembered that I had placed my camera in a bad under the station. And I knew that it was surely washed out to sea now.

I had married AG from high school. We were having our honeymoon and I was nervous and he was so sweet. It was just a romantic little dream. And, no, I'm not sharing details.

Dreamed I was at school, walking down the sidewalk between the middle school and high school. I tripped and dropped all my stuff as the group of 'popular' guys was going by. They laughed and one of them, Hunter, stepped on my notebook. I tried to pull it out from under his foot and a few pages ripped out. He started saying something stupid but I ignored him like usual and walked away.

When I got to class, all the seats were filled but one... right next to Hunter. I sat down and looked at the book in front of me. Everyone else had some type of actual textbook, but the subjects were all different. I had a really ripped up copy of what appeared to be a manga adaption of Die Hard With a Vengeance. A note inside the front cover said to find and highlight ten stick figures in the book. I started to, but Hunter kept 'accidentally' pushing my arm so the highlighter would leave a big line across the whole page.

"Oops, my arm slipped," he said after about the third time. I got really ticked off and took a dark blue marker. I waited until he wasn't paying attention and then whipped my hand out and left a blue streak across his face. He looked really surprised and then tried to grab the marker out of my hand. We fought over it for a minute or two, getting marker everywhere, before I just bit his hand. He let go and ran out of the room.

12/30/11

Dream 1:

I’m with my father in a random kitchen; he’s heating up some Chowmein. I think I asked why he was only using half of a pack, but I couldn’t remember what he said.

Dream 2:

A hot blonde is going on a relationship with the Cookie monster on Facebook. I can’t remember how she looked like, but Cookie monster must’ve been happy.





Dream 3: I can’t recall it.

Date: 2011-12-30 05:02:49

I had a dream about A.G. Well, mainly. At the first part of the dream, I
was inside my house. My mom was talking about Chuck Norris or something. She
ordered a cardboard cutout of him, because she loved him so much. It was kind of
weird, that standing there in the middle of the kitchen. My mom then started
talking to me about how much she wanted Chuck to visit her house, and she began
looking out the window.
I was at school now. My P.E. class was running, for some reason inside the
school. It was odd though, because a girl who never did much sporting or running
in her life was in front of my sister and I. This girl thinks she's very cool,
copies other's personalities, and is overall annoying. After we were finished
running, she turned around and said, "So, who is going to do Cross Country next
year?" She had that fake innocent look on her face. I told her I was. Then she
said that she may be too. She looked at me and her expression showed like she
was so much better a runner than any of us. The dream ended.

Time: Around 7 A.M.
Fragment:

I barely remember this dream. But it was around sunset time. I walked up onto this wooden plank that was propped up as a ramp. There was a small house at the top of the plank, must have been a tree house. I walk in and see all my friends (mostly guys) surrounded by a car. It was a pretty nice car. It was black.. and that's pretty much all I remember about that. But anyways, some of my friends got into the car and started driving. Others grabbed onto the outside of the car and hung on. I did the same. We drove (or crashed through, either way) out of the tree house and down the ramp.
This is where the dream ended.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was walking up the stairs in a fire escape stairwell in an office building. The walls were white and the light was either incandescent or a warm-feeling fluorescent. There may have been one or two people ahead of me, guiding me. One may have been a pretty, young woman.

I was told something about the office where I was being taken. It had something to do with the difference between this place and my old office. I felt like probably nobody would even know me here.

The door opened to the office floor. Colorful Christmas lights were glaring somewhere at the periphery of my vision. The two people guiding me either disappeared or walked really far away into the office.

I was by myself in a corner of the office. It felt kind of like an elevator bank. But it was open to the rest of the office. I wasn't even sure why I was supposed to be in this office in the first place.

A young man came up to greet me. I knew him! (I don't think I really know him IWL.) I was so relieved to know somebody.

But the man didn't quite want to acknowledge that he recognized me, as well. Some people didn't like me, and the man didn't want to be seen by them as liking me. So he just treated me politely, but indifferently, like he'd treat anybody who came into the office.

The man may have told me that my old boss would be here to meet with me momentarily. In the meantime, the man said, I could visit the museum on this floor. The man walked me to the wall behind me -- the wall with the doorway to the stairwell.

Off to the left of the doorway was something that looked like a display. It was about the size of an animal display diorama in a museum.

The "display" was of something like a space station. It looked fake, like one solid, plastic piece -- almost like a Star Wars toy! But some part of it, I knew, opened like a door. From there, you would walk into the museum. The museum would, I think, be about the size of a hallway, or the size of one exhibit room in a large museum.

Off to the left of this "museum" was a long hallway. On the right wall of the hallway, from the waist up, were windows letting in a lot of yellow-white sunlight. The floor of the hallway was blue.

I was now in "my apartment," which was rather large. The living area, which may have included the dining area, was three or four rooms long, with all the rooms opening into each other, only distinguished from another by the varying widths of their rectangles.

The place was empty of furntiture. But there was stuff everywhere on the floor. Nothing was cluttered, and maybe everything had some kind of order. But it mostly felt like I just had all the stuff I liked just laying around everywhere.

I'm not sure, but at this point, I think I looked like Lance Loud, from An American Family.



(In this photo, Lance is standing, to the far right. The mother, Pat, is seated, in the center.)

I had my phone to my ear, and maybe I was waiting for someone to pick up on the other end. I was looking down to the floor as I stepped over all the stuff I had laying around on the floor.

I think I walked over some vinyl records, in their sleeves, and over a really old cassette tape player, the cassettes for which were bigger than eight-track tape cassettes.

I probably started thinking about music. I thought of something that I really wanted to hear. I was going to play it. The music may now already have been playing. I still had the phone to my ear.

But suddenly I realized -- I'm almost all out of money! It's totally wrong for me to stay in this place with no money. I can't sit here listening to music. I need to get all my stuff reduced and organized, so I can get the hell out of here!

I may now have started putting together a plan for how to throw out a bunch of useless papers I didn't need, so I'd have less stuff to take with me once I left this place.

I was now in a house which was supposed to be the Loud family house. At this point I definitely looked like Lance Loud. The house had two stories. I was up on the second floor, in a bedroom which had been converted into an office.

I wasn't a member of the family. I was like a friend of some member of the family. But I had also been doing some kind of work for them. I had had tough times, and I needed to stay at their house. I think I had been staying at the house a couple of days, but now I was getting ready to leave.

Pat, the mom from An American Family, came into the room. I was reclined -- somehow -- either against an office chair and some small filing cabinets, or on a bed.

Pat sat down on something and told me that she knew I was planning on leaving the house. But she said she didn't think I actually had enough money yet to go out on my own. She said she was going to talk with the rest of the family about seeing whether I couldn't stay here a little while longer.

Pat stood up and left. I looked through the doorway. There was a short, balcony-like hallway, with the stairs on the end closer to me. Again, I'm pretty sure I saw the colorful glare of Christmas lights somewhere.

I was kind of relieved that Pat had asked me to stay. But I knew that I couldn't accept the offer, anyway. I didn't want any of the manlier men in the family to think I was just being a waste by sticking around here. I knew that if Pat made a good case for me, none of the men would say anything to my face. But I'd always have to deal with them showing me how they felt in other ways.

I figured that what I would do, then, if Pat got the okay for me to stay, was just act like I was going to stay here, after all. Then, when nobody was looking, probably when everybody was gone from the house or asleep at night, I'd just pack up all my stuff and sneak out, leaving a letter saying why I'd gone.

Dream #2

I was walking down the hallway of some movie theatre. I was in a huge line either for tickets or to get into the theatre itself. The wall to my left was just a plain, beige-colored wall, possibly with some kind of wallpaper that looked like thickly-threaded linen.

To my right was a wall that occasionally had narrow, tall windows, letting in the grey light of late afternoon. There were also occasional arcade games positioned along this wall. And somewhere there was a feeling of faint, flashing, multi-colored lights.

There were a couple of people, probably a man and a woman, directly ahead of me, talking about a movie. The woman was doing most of the talking, and she sounded kind of arrogant and pretentious.

Apparently the film the woman was talking about was a short film. The woman was speaking about the director of the film. The director may also have been a character in the film -- a comic kind of character who, even though he wasn't the main character, was supposed to "steal the show."

I may have had an image of this guy in my head. He may have been a white guy, kind of rich-looking, wearing a really garish, multi-colored tuxedo, and a hat that looked either like a wizard's hat or a dunce cap, which was also multi-colored.

I then looked off to my right, to a part of the right wall of the hallway that bent diagonally toward us, making the hallway narrower. On the sloping part of the wall was a poster for the movie the woman had just been talking about. The man was on the front, in his costume. He may have been waist-deep in popcorn.

I realized that the film wasn't a short film. It was feature-length. And it was the film we were all heading in to see (or buying tickets for?) right now.

I had been telling myself that I really didn't want to see the movie. I really didn't like the director. But now that I'd seen the poster, and now that I realized the movie was feature-length, I decided that I actually would like to see it.

thu 29 december 2011
23:00-8:30

Drank some water before bed, didn't wake up at night though. What's a good amount to drink?
Had my alarm set for 7am, woke up to turn it off and failed recall. Went back to sleep after bathroom.
After waking up a second time, still no memory. Then, suddenly something triggered it. Can't really be sure which dream it was, or whether it was just my imagination.


Me and two of my best friends are sitting at a table ready to play some poker. We are in a cafeteria-type room, with the dimensions of something you could compare to a train wagon, but I seem to be under the impression that we might be on a boat. We are dividing the chips, but since they're not labeled we're trying to figure out their value. I'm trying to make stacks, but because of the shape of the chips the stacks keep collapsing.

At the other table there is a girl, who I recognise as someone from primary school (I used to have a little crush on her). I know it's her, but her face looks different. We exchange a glance. She's with a group of people (girls) and they're not playing poker.

I get up to walk to another room and when I'm in that other room I see a big box, like a laundry trolley, but it has no wheels. When I try to pee into the box, someone behind me says something along the lines of: "I never thought you would stoop so low". The face is not recognisable, neither is the posture. Not even sure if it's a man or a woman but it's some kind of teacher. As the teacher tells me this, I see there is a bathroom at the end of the room. I attempt to fake my intention of peeing in the box, by dropping to the floor pretending I'm searching for something on my cell phone. There is a map on my cell phone, with some locations marked on it.

Might be too soon to recognise a pattern, but so far school was somehow always involved.
The need to pee was probably induced by my blatter in reality, though it wasn't strong enough to actually make me wake up.

Dream 1
I was in this strange place like Middle East Iraq or something. I'm walking with Mordecai and Rigby and Toa Nuju is there too.

The place looked derelict and war-torn, I could see tombstones as well.There was loads of brown smog in the air. It was almost like the Capital Wasteland in Fallout 3. We walked across from a road and stopped behind some houses, they could've been apartments. There was a short fence and some instruments, we each picked something up. I wanted the bass guitar but I got an electric instead. Mordecai got on the drums and Rigby, on bass.

I started playing "Party Tonight" from Regular Show. As I was playing I looked down at the guitar and saw the strings I think there were four (dream sign as an electric would have six). I could hear moaning like zombies, it drowned out my guitar and I turned to Mordecai and he said "Dude,I can't hear a thing". Ignoring the sound I turned up the amp and continued playing.

It was a good jamming session. There was a guy in a suit and shades who looked like Mr. Burke from Fallout 3.

It was my second lucid dream. I think I was not totally under control because for some reason I don't know why I did what one of my dream character asked me to do. The dream was around 9:30am.

I can't remember where the dream started. The place looks like the setting in Final Fantasy Crisis Core game, a little futuristic buildings with people wearing crystallized suits and armors. I remember somebody, a woman, asked me to first find her brother. I can't remember why. I became lucid. I tried breathing holding my nose and it shows I can still breath. I looked over the place, sometimes rubbing my hands as I want to prolong my stay unlike my last. I talk to people asking where to find Alex (not sure of the name but somehow sounds like that). Then one time a call came to someone. It was loud and it was Alex. He will be there in a short time. So I decided to just wait until he comes. I roam around and found one of the woman in the scene, somewhat like a waitress of that place. I decided to have sex with her. I undress her by just thinking and her clothes are gone, I tried to rubbed my hand while holding her on her back but I woke up and found myself putting my two hands together in the real world instead.

I'm glad I lasted longer compared to my last but still I wake up when trying to get someone. I notice also its not that clear. I can't remember some of the scene. Hopefully there could be better lucid dreams in the future.

I'm at work, but the layout of the cube farm is different. Karin and I are by ourselves in a corner of the room; our cubes are tiny, more like kiosks, and they fit chair, computer, and nothing else. In front of our cubes is the customer service section. I get an e-mail from one of them, a guy named Bryan something, and I walk over to his desk to help him with something computer-related. He and I have a friendly chat and I'm able to solve his problem.

I get back to my cube, dimly aware that there is normally no Bryan, in fact no males at all in the customer service department. Someone, maybe Karin, says quietly to me, "They're scared of you, you know." This takes me by complete surprise. Why would customer service be scared of me? I'm a nice guy. I wonder what they say to each other about me...?

(skip) I'm leaving for the night and Erika is with me. Somehow I find myself in the foyer of my grandmother's house; it's mostly dark but there's light coming from somewhere. A noose and body are hanging from the high ceiling. I can't make out any features except for long blond hair--like Erika, although I don't react to this and she doesn't seem to notice the similarity. I have kind of a dull shocked response to seeing the body. Erika looks up and just says "Oh. Well," like it's nothing strange at all. Despite this, we run down a hallway to find another coworker, Tami?, and tell her about the suicide. She starts repeating, "Oh God, oh God," but seems to have the same kind of dulled, dazed response I did.

In which I have an allergy attack during a job interview...

I'm interviewing for a job on the third floor of a building. The elevator opens up to a floor with two different wings with a connected shared cafeteria. I see S, hard at work, in one wing. She tells me that the cafeteria donuts are good. I go to the cafeteria and order a cup of coffee. There are a lot of people standing about, and I know most of them. We chat about the job. The interview is more a formality since I know the boss and have been working with the company for some time.

After a while, the boss and her coworker come to the cafeteria to get me. They say that they'd like coffee too and ask if I'd mind if we just conducted the interview there. I'm amenable, so we sit down at a table with our coffee and get started. Almost immediately, I start to have an allergic reaction to something. My eyes are full of tears and I can't stop the water from flowing. I start sneezing so much that I can't answer their questions. I fill up a tissue with snot. It's very distracting to my potential boss and her coworker, and they are disgusted by all the bodily fluids. They ask how frequently this happens to me, and I try to assure them that it is rare. S comes in and tries to say some supportive words, but they have already changed their minds. They are polite and professional, but it's obvious that I've lost the job.

Back down the elevator I go, and I find that I've parked my truck in the lobby. There are several dogs in my truck. I can't exit the building right away. I'm stuck in the truck with the dogs watching people get off work and walk out into the streets. For some reason, I can't get my truck out of the building. The boss and her coworker walk up and recognize me, and I'm very embarassed that I've parked my truck and my dogs indoors. They ask if the dogs were in the truck the whole time. I admit that they were, and I feel foolish.

I was in my apartment with some kind of scientist/professor in a white robe. He was inspecting the contents of my fridge, and he noticed that the only vegetable in there was a single carrot.
He got a little upset and asked "Only one carrot?"

The end.