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Husband and I are on a roadtrip. We had been staying somewhere in the midwest, and I was driving us back to California. I originally wanted to do it in a day, but looking at the distance we had in front of us, I know we'll need a hotel for the night.

DT calls my cellphone and asks if we want to hang out. He's in Las Vegas, we're in a car, and he sees right away on an interactive map that it won't work.

Seeing a sign on the highway for $3.25 key duplicates, I pull over for gas and to get duplicates of a key. The staff at the bustling center take our details and key, but it takes a long time for them to finish my order. Husband and I sit with the crowd of travelers also waiting for their keys.

A man, who from his accent appears to be from India, tries to flirt with me rather aggressively. I politely turn him down and walk away, where I see his friend, also focused on me. Now I see there are three men in total, all trying to get closer to me and acting somewhat hostile. I run away and to an area where, I realize too late, the rest of the crowd can't see me. The men follow and start closing in. I decide to fake an epileptic fit and fall to the ground screaming to scare the men off and hopefully alert the crowd. It works - the crowd hears me and comes to help, and then men run away. Later, the crowd tells me how glad they are I wasn't raped.

Good morning, everybody.

Ugh! I let my dumb weekend chores spiral out of control. So I'm not making this entry until now!

Just as a note, the second dream was the closest thing to a nightmare that I've had in a long time. It wasn't very different from many of my other dreams. But, for some reason, it upset me a lot. I could hear myself screaming in the dream. I may actually have woken up screaming.

Dream #1

I was heading into the lobby of either an apartment building or a hotel. I had just moved out of my old place and into this new place. The lobby was really wide, but with a low ceiling and a kind of old, worn-out look. There was a little front-desk-type area at the back, right corner of the lobby.

I headed toward a small room on the left wall, near the front of the lobby. It was the mail room. There were a lot of aluminum mailboxes along the wall on my right side. But a lot of the mailboxes were busted open. Someone had broken into the mailboxes.

I was arfraid for my own mail. My mailbox may have been open. I had some mail in my box. But it did seem like something was missing.

I looked at my mail as I walked out of the room. One piece of mail was for some other apartment. The other piece may have been a door tag from FedEx, like what they leave on a door when they come to deliver a package, but the person isn't hme.

I thought I would either give the piece of wrongly delivered mail directly to the person it belonged to, or else give it to the person at the front desk. But I was kind of afraid to let anybody know that the mailboxes had been broken into. I didn't want the people who'd broken into them to cme after me.

For some reason I was getting ready to leave the apartment. A FedEx man was coming in at the same time. But instead of asking him about my package, I told him that someone had broken into the mailboxes.

Dream #2

A documentary about the effects of some sort of nuclear accident, probably in Russia, though I'm pretty sure it wasn't Chernobyl. The documentary was following the lives of people in a small town near the accident.

The people had all been exposed to radiation. But they hadn't been moved away from the area where they'd been exposed. Most of the people seemed to be women.

There was one woman in a bedroom that kind of looked like a hostpital room. The woman was by herself, with her baby, in the room. But the room had multiple beds (or low cots), some of which could be separated from each other by dark blue curtains.

The woman was walking back and forth with her baby cradled to her chest by means of some kind of blanket. The woman wore a dark green t-shirt and may have been pushed up above the navel of the woman's taut belly.

A narrator may have said something about how the woman was really ill from the effects of the radiation. Now the woman was laying in one of the low cots, holidng her baby close to her. The baby may then have changed into a three- or four-year-old girl. The girl may have been tending to the mother.

The view now closed up on the woman's right arm, which was loosely hanging off the edge of the bed. A nurse administered some kind of injection into the woman's arm.

But either the woman was so sick that her body couldn't take any more medicine, or else the injection had been administered wrongly, and now the woman's body was rejecting it. The woman's vein swelled into a square about 3 cm per side. Then the woman's heart stopped beating.

I couldn't believe the woman had just died! I was now in the room. I don't know where the daughter was. I don't know where the nurse was. I thought I was myself, by myself.

I was panicking. I didn't know what to do about the dead woman. I still didn't want to believe she was dead. I thought if I found somebody, they might be able to save her.

So I used my cell phone and called somebody who I thought could help. I was now out in what I thought was the lobby for a small, narrow apartment complex.

I got a hold of the person, probably a man. Suddenly I had to admit to myself that the woman was dead, and that that was what I was going to have to explain to the person. As I started talking to the person, I looked at myself in the mirror.

I was a woman, maybe in her mid- to late-twenties. I was either white or Latina. My skin was pale. I had kind of sharp, almost squarish features. I wore some kind of pale, powdery foundation, and my eyebrows seemed to be pencilled in. I also had my hair in tight braids, which seemed almost like dredds, except with a bunch of tiny tangles coming off of them.

I then walked toward either a blank wall or a white wall with a plain, white door on it. As I did this, I told the man I was speaking to that I had been the one to administer the shot to the dead woman.

When I suddenly realized or admitted that I had been the one that had killed the woman, I broke down. I was crying. But my voice was more of a terrified moan, which eventually became a low-pitched, loud scream.

Dream #3

I was in "my bedroom," which almost had the shape of my bedroom, but which was almost empty. There were some boxes along the back wall, near the left corner. But I noticed they had been pushed from the wall.

I was afraid that somebody had been in my room. BUt I was more worried about putting the boxes back into alignment.

When I looked closer, I noticed that what had probably pushed them out of the way was some really heavy box that had managed to slump over toward the wall in such a way that it wedged in between the other boxes and the wall, pushing the other boxes aside as it slid along the wall, down toward the floor.

I picked up the heavy box. It was apparently a Christmas package I'd received. I figured I'd just need to open the package now and put the contents wherever they belonged in the house, so that the box would stop interfering with the order of my other boxes.

I opened the package. A wine bottle was inside. I pulled it out. The green bottle was encased in a white, plastic square, and it had a white, plastic, pull-off top.

I must have done something with the bottle. But now I was standing near the front wall of my room. The lights had been on before. But now they were off. The only light in the room was coming from my hallway or bathroom.

I was looking at my room, proud of how clean and spacious it looked, now that I'd organized things so well. But I now noticed that I had a cluttered pile laying a meter or so away from my back and right walll. The pile was mostly clothes, though there may also have been a blanket or beanbag chair.

I sighed, annoyed that I'd have to clean this stuff up before I could truly think I had a clean room. I lifted up a maroon, button-up shirt made out of some flannel-like material. I folded it. I folded another piece of clothing. I eventually worried that someone, somehow, might discover that I also had female clothing in this pile.

Dream #4

One of the very first episodes of the TV show Full House. Almost everybody in the cast was different.

The house itself also looked a lot different, like a mix between the house in Growing Pains and the house in Family Ties. There was a staircase on the left side of the room, near the front door. At the foot of the staircase was a big piano.

The dad and Uncle Jesse had kind of secretly worked to buy a doll for the middle daughter of the family. (Uncle Jesse may have been John Stamos, but the dad wasn't Bob Saget.) The two men wanted to make up for something really aggravating that had happened to the girl, and had probably been their fault.

So the two men left the doll sitting on top of the piano. The room was now empty, though I had an image in my mind's eye of the older daughter, who was the same person as in the regular show, except that she had really straight hair and wore eyeglasses.

The middle daughter now walked into the house. She was different from the daughter in the regular cast. She saw the baby doll laying on the piano top. Surprised, she rushed to the doll and picked it up. She walked up the stairs with it.

The doll wore no clothes, probably had a white, cloth body, and plastic limbs, and was either bald or had plastic "hair" molded onto her head.

Somehow this plain old cloth and plastic doll managed to pee. She just let out a huge gush of water, getting the daughter's front all wet.

The daughter's appearance had changed. She now looked like a "rebel girl" or "skater girl" kind of TV show character. She cried out, "Oh, god! You peed all over me!"

The daughter needed to clean herself off. But now the whole scene started over again. But everything that had already happened was still remembered by the characters.

The doll was placed, by an unseen erson, on the piano top. For a moment, the camera view closed in really tight on the doll, who seemed to be surrounded by a tiny square of little, wooden bars, almost like a mini, doll-sized railing that had been built onto the piano top.

The daughter ran in and picked it up, this time without any surprise or excitement. The daughter may also still have needed to clean the pee off herself.

But now the daughter, walking up the stairs, started saying things to the doll like, "Oh, yeah! I really like you! You're really sexy!"

I wondered why this girl would find a doll so sexy, and I wanted to see more, to see howthis relationship would develop between the girl and the baby doll that she found sexy.

This is a new and scary way of having a lucid dream.

All a can remember before knowing it was a dream is that I was with a friend and having really bad luck, and in a moment my bag fell in the middle of a highway and a lot of cars and trucks and i say that it was enough and that it was a dream. I walked inside a side little restaurant, take piece of a cake (i allways eat in lucid dreams, i kinda like the taste of things inside them) and all the pepople inside started looking at me in a very weird way. I asked whattt???? and i went out of the restaurant. when i closed the door someone inside. A guy a bit old stoped me and said I am a Heart but i coudn't listen him well. he said it again, and other two times until i heard the heart part. But I just knew it wasant exactly my heart, it was more like....other operson heart, Luisa.
here is the big thing: I am called Luisa, but i prefer the nickname Lin, and i have a big big big inner world, with facts characters, all like a very big giant universe in another dimension.

Asi que le dije que lo queria mucho, al comienzo le parecio raro, pero me recibio el abrazo. De la misma forma me dijo que teniamos que hablar, asi que lo guie por la puerta a un portico nevado, que yo queria que estibuera alli. Y en ese portico nevado me dijo que si yo estaba conciente de lo que estaba haciendo, ue ya no se podia seguir asi. No me gusto el ambiente asi que por la misa puerta apareci el parque de mi conjunto. Un poco con menos arboles, pero no pude hacer nada contra eso. A la final los estan talando. Aun asi...El me siguio y me dijo que no podia seguir relegando a Luisa del mundo y yo le dije que no sabia que eramos dos. Decidi seguir hablando con él porque queria saber que demonios planeaba mi subconciente. Asi que la charla siguio el intentandome convencer de que era ya tiempo, que no estaba dejandola vivir su vida y una vez mas le pregunte que quien era, y me respondio esta vez "Modernidad" y yo quede como wtf, (modernidad entendida desde el texto de todo lo solido se desvanece en el viento) pero me dolia que me dijera que estaba resagando/me/ basicamente, que lin y que luisa eramos diferentes. es un concepto que nunca habia pensado. me parecia siempre absurdo. le comence a preguntar cuales eran nuestras diferencias y me dijo que la principal era que era necesario que alguien de una edad correspondiente dominara este cuerpo. le pregunte de hechos concretos en relacion con cosas que mi personal incipiente moralidad no deja que pasen y y me respondio que Luisa hubiera hecho otras cosas. basicamente me confundia mucho. Entre toda esta charla seguia intentandome despertar pero no queria asi que se "iba la conexion" seguido. De un momento a otro me guió dentro del conjunto, donde segui preguntando y me seguia diciendo que ya era hora. Asi que decidi conocerme, y con don Moderidad y un espejo tamaño completo me refleje y en el reflejo estaba yo, pero no era yo,era Luisa...cabllo largo, otra pijama. Y don Modernidad-Corazon le pregunto algo y ahora era mas como un vidrio ese espejo y ella respondia de otras formas, la verdad, con un comportamiento algo psicotico. realmnete me pregunte Si la gran diferencia enftre esa luisa y yo era la sanidad mental que tenamos, porque ella era algo psicopata. Denotese que aun sabia que era un sueño todo, pero me gusta la idea de conocer el sueño que etsoy teniendo.
Tube un falso despertar, pero seguia sabiendo ue era un sueño, pero por miedo a que aparecieran otra vez modernidad-corazon no hice mucho mas sino pensar en que demonios, en serio, que demonios estara pensando mi subconciente.

En conclucion no estoy lista para hablar con él. Es demasiado complejo

I almost forgot this fragment, but it was rescued:

I am sitting up in a hospital bed, holding an open box of some kind. when you press the center, the tile lights up inside and is supposed to give off healing energy. It seems to be broken and only lights up. I tell the girl who gave it to me that it doesn't seem to be working. She is standing behind a closed door. I can see her in my minds eye. a girl from a visual novel I have been reading and finished before bed. she has long black hair to her shoulder blades, and the right side of her face and body are badly scarred, apparently from fire. She is incredibly shy, but cares about me. I think she may be a twinner (to use a word coined by who knows who at this point) of the girl I have been searching for in my dreams.

Dream 1 12/17/11 ream:
So, I have the weirdest dreams. Like this first one: I had recently watched the movie Flushed Away. So, that somehow worked its way into my subconscious and made me have the following dream. I was in the sewer, and I was tiny. Like, mouse tiny. Almost as if I was in the movie. There was a city, again, JUST LIKE the one in the movie. We were all having fun when this gigantic human came around and flooded our city with nacho cheese. (weird, huh?) Forcing us to obey him. Then all of a sudden, the scene changes. Now I'm human again and Ike the only one in the sewer, save for my mom. I'm asking her to put my spawn point on this one ledge next to the wall, so I don't have to swim there. She moves it, I thank her, then she walks off. The scene then changes back as I'm a mouse again, hiding behind the human who is now an evil dictator. I'm now on the ledge where my mom put me, so I start to move to the left WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN my mom wakes me up...

12/17/11

NON-LUCID

Dream 1:

I had a dream that a girl I liked was talking to me over Facebook. She wanted to get to know me better by asking me simple things like my body weight. Apparently hers was 157 lbs., and she asked mine as well. I couldn’t remember what I said for that though (Maybe I was a bit embarrassed, but I’m not over-weight at all in waking life).

She also played Runescape apparently because she showed me a picture relating to the game with some random items in her inventory. She also mentioned two more games, but I couldn’t remember their names.



She posted more random pictures of herself, and random people and me were liking most of them, then she invited me to a call on Skype.

I can’t remember the order everything went in this dream overall, but when I asked her on Skype if there was anyone online, she said, “Yes.”

The moment she said that, I was in a different scenario. It was in first-person view, and I can see her hand holding my right guiding me where to go. She was wearing a black dress top and a black skirt (she looked really nice in it) and her sister appeared as well in black.

(This is the best picture I could find describing what she wore)


It seemed I was in her house, and we were going to sit down on the dining table. Everything looked so real in that random experience.



Then I see her on video call on Skype I believe, but I couldn’t get a good recall of what she was wearing. I started to see random pictures what she showed on Facebook with a picture of Link on random people’s faces.

I didn’t understand what was going on, but I laughed at it since the expressions looked as if they would match the ones of the original face.

I think that at one point, she mentioned some guy she knew as being handsome, but in my eyes, he was just downright ugly (I don't mean to be mean, but wow, for a beautiful girl like her to think that? She must've been crazy).

I can’t recall anything else for that dream.

Dream 2:

This dream was pretty short, again I was on Facebook, and I was looking at this person’s status from a long time, and I liked it for some reason. Then he commented on the comment I made (can’t remember what exactly). I just know we talked about Runescape for a while, and some of his friends mentioned their stats on the game too.

I wanted to brag about the stats for my character, but I decided to just leave it as it is.

Dream ends.

Dream 3:
This dream was like watching an HD adult film. Some guy was massaging this really oblivious blonde girl, but she was a bombshell beauty ( I think that was me posting a picture of Alexis Texas in this thread that made this dream --->( http://www.dreamviews.com/f16/post-p...ml#post1791902).

(I swear she looked like Madison Scott)


I just know I had a good time seeing what this guy did with her, and even though I knew she had to be acting, the stuff they did was kinky.



I won’t go into huge detail of what they did, but the guy asked the girl dirty questions and her questioning what was going on made it kinkier. She was in all kinds of positions from laying on her stomach, in the doggy-style position, missionary, prone-bone, you name it, they were having a GOOD time.

After they had more sex, they were in the doggy-style position again until both of them climaxed at the same time (that’s cute). And they really emphasized it by making their experience all with glitter and shit.


Kinda like in this video:


Then the dream ends with me seeing the blonde squirt like crazy.

A Native American shaman was telling me "we're going to build you a sweatlodge......don't go jumping around in there".

I moved to New Zealand from Scotland a few years ago. Thoughts about old friends come up every now and again, but I only went to Primary School with them. Now, to set the scene. I'll try and simplify, as explaining would take some time. In my town there is an annual event. At this event there are many groups doing different things, and a group I am involved with take turns with a similar group each year doing the same thing. Please tell me if you don't understand. Onto the dream.

It starts, when I am walking home from school, when who do I see but my good old friend Scott. Now Scott is here for the event, as it is one year in the future and he, who lives in Scotland and probably has no idea of the group and event I'm affiliated with, is with the second group taking their turn running their part of the event. Odd, I know.

We go into town, I don't remember details but I remember reminiscing about Primary School, and me asking about other friends in Scotland. He eventually arrives at, what seems to be a location in many of my dreams that doesn't exist in my current home town, a large church on a small hill, surrounded by old brick/metal bar fencing/barrier, with a large metal gate at one side. I follow him inside, at this point he seems to be ignoring me, concentrating on being inside the church, where I've since not been allowed. I tried getting his attention, to no avail. We end up in this room, where there are other adult men I don't recognize. They all look at me like I've done something very wrong. Scott looks at me, and says "Bye Andrew"... it fades, but I end up back in the middle of town.

I'm feeling sad about what happened, but then completely out of the blue, behind some small buildings which you would easily see a plane over, appears from as if underground a plane pulling up hard. It's close, and HUGE. I start running. I watch the plane. It's barely off the ground, pointing straight up, and slowing down from it's initial pull up. It drops slowly, the world is quiet, and lands on the buildings it came from. Screaming is heard. I'm still running but I still see the cloud of smoke covering everything and coming out from the impact zone, so no wreckage is visible. This, since it came from nowhere, gave me a fright and I awoke myself.

I'm going to discuss some thoughts I had about this in a new thread, thanks for reading.

These are a bit jumbled.
Cay's Dreams

Dream 1
I was standing out by the koi pond with my sister and mother. "The fish are getting restless," Mom remarked. "Probably because of all those salamanders." Indeed, the fish were darting back and forth in the water, trying to shake off small, flourescent salamanders on their backs. I thought it was weird, and performed a reality check.
I was lucid for a good thirty seconds, trying to construct a portal to Chichen Itza (portals and teleportation being my worst skills) when I woke up to the alarm clock I'd set for WBTB.

Dream 2
I became lucid a bit faster, but hadn't succeeded in my goal, incubating Chichen Itza so I wouldn't need a portal. I was standing in my own yard, except that it was a frozen wasteland and there were small mud and straw huts everywhere. Where my house should've been there was a gray stone tower. This was the anamoly that caused me to reality check. Anyway, I shortly realized that I was wearing armor- and proud to find that it was of my own design, something I'd planned to wear in dreams once I got good enough. I found the warhammer I'd designed slung across my back, and tested it on the side of the nearest mud-hut, which basically crumbled. "Doesn't seem like very practical housing," I muttered. At this point, a cry of "Hey! YOU!" rang out, and I was surrounded by guards who seemed rather upset with me. Their uniforms resembled some from Skyrim- I haven't played a lot of Skyrim, but I've seen a hundred images of the guard who took an arrow to the knee, and it was his uniform. Anyway. I decided my best option was to GTFO, so I cleared a path by swinging my warhammer and sending two of the guards flying backwards. I ran over one and he cried out as my sabaton made contact with his temple. At this point the dream was fading a bit, so I tried to activate my senses while running. I ran directly into the barbed wire, which was the only thing still in place on my property. "This shouldn't have even been invented yet!" I sputtered. Two guards caught up to me, panting. One presented me with a scroll. "This is a summons from the lord. If you hadn't ran, you would only have had to bring back 10 troll heads to pay for those damages, but as it is you've been bumped up to 15." "Er, what?" I said as I untangled myself delicately from the barbed wire.
Then I woke up and had a time trying to fall back to sleep, with no success.

Had a bad night last night, but was able to remember 2 similar dreams.

Driving Scared
I remember being in a parking lot. It was a very small parking lot. I have no idea why I drove my mom's car, I think she was still inside the store next to it. I put it in reverse without thinking, and the car was idling. I got scared to death because I hadn't driven in that kind of scenario before. My foot reached for the break, but instead, it was the gas. I shot down into the highway backwards. Luckily, my car was halfway in the grass and in the turning lane.

Freaking out so bad, I finally found the break, and my mom popped up. I yelled at her to please get in the car and drive back up.

Later on, I was at someone's house. I was up in her "loft", doing something. I think packing. I came downstairs and got into the car, along with my other three friends inside. All of a sudden, something scared my friend so bad, that she looked like a pale alien. Her eyes were popping out. It was that bad. I don't know what. I freaked out too.

Driving.. Again
I was in my mom's large suburban with my twin sister, Sam. I don't know why my mom wasn't with me, but I drove anyway. I backed out of the driveway and turned left. I was trying to turn, to avoid the creek/drop off, but I didn't turn all the way. Once again, I couldn't find the break, and the car dipped off the road. Slowly, it did again. I held my breath. Then the whole thing flew downhill, flying into holes, threatening to flip over. I screamed to Sam, "Holy crap! I can't find the break, put on your seatbelt!" When we dipped into another hole, finally, it happened. The car flipped over. We were upside down in a second. I prayed and prayed that I wouldn't smash into the window. I didn't, and rolled out of the open side window. Sam was okay, we were just paralyzed from fear.

I ran back to my mom's house with Sam. I told her that we had run off the road, and flipped her car. She wasn't mad, she was just shocked and asked us if we were okay.

Windhover's Dream

fragment - I'm at school hanging out with my friends. Green field... some soldiers?

sorry I have so bad recall...

Last Minute Project

I was in the computer lab at my school. It was kinda dim in there, but everything I could see was illluminated. The air around me felt dark. My whole class was in the lab with me as well, but I can't remember what we were working on. I got so engrossed into what I was doing that I didn't even notice that the room was empty. I looked around. Jackets and purses were still on chairs. I wondered where everyone went. I walked down the hall and found everyone in the library. It was still dark. I looked on the table, and saw my good friend Erin hurredly trying to glue notecards together to make a posterboard. She was going to put a piece of construction paper on top. I asked her what she was doing, and she said, "What, you didn't know?" I replied no. She said, "Mrs. S (really strict English teacher) gave us a last minute project to do, and we only have an hour to do it!" My other friend C was sitting on the other side of the table, and she was freaking out too.

Then I remember being at our lockers, about to leave. It was dark outside, like stormy dark.

How Scary..

I was in a hotel with my family. It looked like we were in London! I've never been there before. I looked out the window and saw a huge brick arch with a building on top, that cars would drive under to get out of the plaza. All of a sudden, bricks and blocks of bricks starting chipping off. Then, a ton started falling into the cars under the arch, trapping anyone inside. The arch as well as the building was about to collapse. But then, it just stopped.

2 seconds later, something large, noisy, and green/bluish was hurled at the other hotel directly beside us. I heard a large BOOM! It scared me so bad. Then I noticed it was a plane! It must have been. All the while I had been looking outside the window.
My dad, brother, and Ken ran out the hotel door. "Wait!" I cried. I grabbed my grey backpack, threw some valuables of mine into it, and ran out.

Just as soon as I crossed the threshold, I heard rain pattering on the roof. Great, I thought. My family had disappeared down the stairs.
I ran after them, almost slipping on the flooded stairs (We are inside, by the way). I finally found the outside, and my family far ahead. I ran up to them. There were police everywhere, and people running from the arch. Pieces were still falling, and we made sure to steer clear from it, as well as the burning hotel. This scene reminded me so much of 9/11.

This was the weird part. My dad and Ken pulled a cardboard box over their heads and sank down into it. The box was really small. Then, Ken popped her head out, and smiled at me. Freaked out, I grabbed my brother and walked a ways. Then an old man drove up in a car, stopped, and got out. He was talking to me about Cross Country. He said, "My boy here, *points to one of his runners*, says he has sharp pains when running. But this *he points to a glowing like rod in the boy's hand* helps to even out the pain, when he holds it."

Just then a biker came up, stopped, and layed his bike down. "Ah," the old man said. "You see this glowing rod as well on his bike?" *he points to guy's bike* (I see a glowing rod attached from one of his handlebars to a wheel) "This also helps him from getting pains too."

I looked at the bike. "I really like that bike.." I trailed off, and blushed when the boy looked at me.

Katsuno's Dreams

1st: (Fragment) I remember something about participating in some kind of test...

2nd: I was playing some kind of game (reminded me of Combat Arms) but I was actually a soldier in it. The map was a huge area with mountains and fields. I could see a big building in the distance so I tried to get near it. I had a small machine gun with me and in the backpack I had a big Sniper Rifle. I walked near the building but suddenly someone shot at me. I took cover and looked around. I could see another soldier approaching. I waited and when he was near I got out of cover and shot him. Suddenly there was a voice shouting "First Blood!" and I knew that this was Combat Arms. I arrived at the building and carefully looked inside it. There was nobody. I got in and hid inside a corner. I took out my Sniper Rifle and went to the balcony. I looked around and saw an enemy Sniper hiding on a mountain a few hundred meters away. I took the Rifle, zoomed on to him and shot. Another kill for me. Suddenly, many shots were fired at my position. I went back and noticed that I could change the sight of my weapon. I removed the old one and when I wanted to put on a different one it didn't work. At this moment an enemy sneaked right next to me and I was really shocked. Luckily, his ammunition was empty so I could run away. I woke up.

Dream
I was driving on a highway, it was night time and I was with my family. There was an exit I took and it was very damaged and I saw someone else get out of their car. Then some "people" I'll call them "humanoids" touch the other drivers ad changed them, they were noe doing what the humanoids told them.

I drove back to the city and tried to tell everyone, but it seems the humanoids are like the Transformers and had been hiding there a long time. I decided to leave with my family we were on the way to the train station while I started thinking "What if they're not bad?". My Dad dissapeared from the dream. I continued with my Mum and Sister tobanquet-type place with bronze walls it was a really high-end place. It had rows of tables with people eating one guy said something racist and my Mum retaliated, I just moved her along and kept going. I also remember seeing police come out of a van they were pretty futuristic.

I saw the tunnel leading to the station as me and my family ran. I saw one guy jump over the stairs because the stairs were long, like a ramp for a wheelchair user. I ran down and around. I remember seeing a guy with glasses, a tattoo (I think) and a guitar gig bag he saw an old lady with two shopping bags and said "Can I help you with that?".

As soon as he touched it he turned. It turns out the old lady was a humanoid.

Fragment
In Eastenders, Lauren was naked and so was her mother Tanya but she was covering up. Lauren was spraying stuff onto Tanya. Then Ian Beale came in with a sick and I mean SICK-looking grin on his face and started spraying the stuff on Lauren.

Side Notes
It was a mix between a dream and a nightmare. I think it would make a good film, if you could stretch out the plot. Or a book, I'd buy it.

I'm leaving school with H, and we're running around with our arms spread out making airplane noises. Just acting as dumb as we want to be. This school is just huge...it's more than the regular mash up of all the schools I've gone to. It's also comprised of random buildings like from malls and airports.

Anyways...she leaves, and this other girl sneaks up behind me and kisses me on the cheek. I called them ninja kisses in my dream. She has red curly hair, pale skin, light acne, and nothing really stands out with her. But apparently she's my girlfriend. We went down three escalators and she put her shoes on one that was heading up, and I was expecting for her to say she lost them when we got to the bottom. She asked a security guard for a new book, and it looked like a bible. I told her "why didn't you just nab one from a hotel or something"? She handed it too me, and I noticed it was a religious book, but it talked about theism. I guess it just had that look on purpose. I remember seeing "Kali" in it. (The name Kali comes from kāla, which means black, time, death, lord of death, Shiva. According to wikipedia)

Anyways...there were a bunch of people trying to tell me that I shouldn't date this girl because of her looks, but I was ignoring them. I think there was one guy who actually supported what I was doing. Anyways...we just spent the rest of the dream leaving that labyrinth of a place.