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I dreamed I received a phone call from a woman who was in our dream group 5 years ago. She wanted to meet me downtown. I went to see her and she remarked how I "look different".

Then I dreamed that I told my friend Michael, who was also in the group, about how she had contacted me.

Then I dreamed I was with all the old group and someone suggested we all do videos about our dreaming and send them to each other.

Good morning, everybody.

I'm not quite sure whether the first dream isn't actually two dreams. The part in the bar may have been one dream, and the rest may have been another dream. I wrote it as one dream, since I don't remember waking up between scenes. But it may actually have been two dreams.

Dream #1

I was sitting with a few girls in a dark bar. The only light may have been from little, multi-colored lights like Christmas lights, except seeming a bit softer, and, at the same time, more neon-colored. My whole view seemed to be a bit fuzzy.

I was waiting for some girl. But apparently she was really late. I may have started to think that she wasn't going to show up. I pushed my chair backwards and away from the table, as if my chair had wheels on it.

I moved past a number of tables. The tables seemed to be half-booth tables, where one side of the seats is a booth, set against the wall, and the other side is moveable chairs. I stopped moving backwards when I got to a table full of office women, maybe in their late thirties.

The office women seemed to be flirting with me. I thought they were all attractive. So I thought I might flirt back. Maybe one of them would hook up with me.

But now I was moving my chair forward, back to the girls I had been sitting with. As soon as I got back to the table, a girl sat right in my lap.

The girl wasn't skinny, but she was pretty. She had pale, smooth skin and longish, brown hair, all done up, like she was going to the prom. She wore a satiny, pale-chocolate-brown mini-dress with silvery, swirly designs on it. The designs may have been glittery.

The girl, I somehow knew, had been upset because someone hadn't shown up. I thought that this person was supposed to go on a date with the girl. But the person may also have been the girl's father.

The girl and I were now snuggling against each other pretty passionately. I figured I must have been snuggling with the girl to make her feel less bad about having been ditched by the other guy. After a moment, the girl broke off from snuggling with me. My view was all foggy, like someone had been kissing a camera lens.

I figured the girl was going to come back. But I didn't know if, once she came back, I could really commit to being with her. After all, wasn't I waiting for some girl here?

But the other girls at the table were looking at me. It was pretty plain they thought that I was already thinking of this girl as my new girlfriend. One of the girls handed me some kind of present, like a congratulations gift for getting a new girlfriend.

The gift was like some clear, plastic tubing made to look like a rose. There was a main stem, two small, leaf-like stems branching off of that, and then a clear, plastic rose-blossom (which was more like a bud) at the top.

All through the tubing and in the rose-blossom/bud were little lights, like LEDs. The stem may have had blue or green LEDs. The blossom/bud either had blue or purple LEDs.

I thought, getting a gift like this, that I couldn't back out of being the girl's boyfriend now.

I was now sitting out on a bench with an older man and another person. The other person may have been a man, or it may have been my mom. If it was a man, it was probably like my mom's old boyfriend, who was now standing up as a kind of character reference for me with the man.

The man was the girl's father. Apparently I needed the girl's father's approval before my relationship got too heavy with the girl. The father was kind of tall, overweight, with greying hair in a kind of feathery, old-style cut. He wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans.

It was night, but we were sitting in the father's backyard, right near the house, under an incandescent porch light. There seemed to be a huge, tent-like structure right in front of us, possibly big enough to be taking up a good portion of the backyard.

The father and the other person were talking relaxedly about some stuff that seemed a bit over my head, like "adult talk."

I stood up and walked over to the tent. I went inside. The tent was lit by incandescent light. The inside had solid, plasticky, but thin walls. The top of the structure kind of pointed upward in a pyramid shape, like circus tents do in cartoons. The top was made of tent-like fabric. There was no floor -- just bare soil.

The father and the other person walked into the tent. Somehow, from the conversation, perhaps, I came to understand that this structure was the outer housing for a nuclear reactor. The reactor was now going to be built.

I was here, I now knew, to get a job from the father, who was in charge of building the reactor. I needed a job, since I was going to get into a pretty serious relationship with the father's daughter. After talking with the other person a little more, the father said that I could have a job helping to build the nuclear power plant.

It was now daytime. I was still in the structure, as if no time had passed. But now the structure was a lot taller and bigger: as big as a small warehouse. The ceiling had all kinds of metal piping in it, and it seemed to be separated by a couple of meters from the tops of the walls. There was a guy in a hard-hat, suspended by a wire, working on something between the ceiling and walls.

I somehow knew there was at least one other structure like this. But there may have been two other structures. One of the structures may have been a lot more developed than this one. It may already have had a reactor built inside of it. (I think I was visualizing a cooling tower *inside* this structure.)

The person who'd been talking with the father was now gone. The father may have been around for a second, but now he was gone, too. It was implied that I knew what I was supposed to be doing, so that I should get to work. But I didn't know any of my co-workers, and I was really shy.

Suddenly there was a big explosion. There were a couple other people in the structure with me. Apparently the explosion had come from one of the other structures. We needed to assess the situation. We ran outside.

The area was like a big, vacant dirt lot. But at the end of the lot, maybe 50 meters from the structure I'd been in, was a little shelter like a doorless shelter where farm vehicles could be parked.

I was hardly even outside when I noticed that everybody else was already over in the shelter across the way, putting on raditation suits. There were three or four men in a line, all young, Asian men. They all wore white masks over their mouth and nose.

The men were in different stages of putting on the suits. The suits were yellow, thick, and rubbery. The men had stood into them, apparently, as they lay crumpled on the ground. They'd then pull the yellow suits all the way up over their heads, then zip the suits up. The suits may have had red boots.

I may actually have flown to the shelter to get there faster. I don't think I stopped flying. Instead, still floating, I was looking for a free suit. I saw a couple suits lying crumpled up on the floor, waiting for people to stand into them. So I thought they were available. But looking closer, I noticed they had some men's clothes in them. So, apparently, they were already taken.

I "knew" that there were more suits in an underground storage area just across the lot from this shelter. So I jumped up maybe four or five meters in the air and flew over to the shelter.

The shelter was in an area at the edge of some hillside or canyon. The hillside looked out over a lot of green, rolling hills, like in some kind of juniper- or pinyon-strewn desert. The sky was pale grey. But the horizon was filled with low-hanging, dark grey clouds.

The underground shed was fenced off from everything else by a two-meter-tall wooden fence, which was kind of old and greying. The doors to the underground shed were just like the doors to an old cellar. Their wood was also old and grey, kind of messy.

I lifted up the doors once and looked down into the underground shed. It was really dark and messy. I thought I probably wouldn't be able to find anything down there, let alone a radiation suit. I was also afraid that if I went down there, something would jump up and attack me.

The doors must have fallen shut, because I had to open them again. Only now they were a lot bigger and heavier, though still made out of old, greying wood. They also seemed to be set into a large, heavy, concrete circle.

I needed to get both doors open in order to go inside, but I could only get one door open at a time. I had to fly to lift the doors -- they were either too tall or too heavy for me to lift otherwise. But as soon as I'd get one side open, the other side would fall shut. It somehow reminded me of how I'd get frustrated as a kid, not being able to fold the flaps of a cardboard box.

I may have stood on the ground for a moment, taking some time to figure out how to do this the right way. I looked out at the hillside and grey sky.

I suddenly saw, maybe only 250 meters away, a red and blue passenger plane, a big jumbo jet, flying up into the air rather clumsy. I then noticed that the plane's right wing was entirely gone. The plane seemed to be smoking. I tried to remember whether I'd heard any explosion.

The plane seemed to be trying to pull into the air. In fact, it was pointing almost straight up. But it wasn't going anywhere. It was just bobbing in the air, maybe 100 or 200 meters up in the air.

I kept waiting for some kind of explosion. I figured it the wing had blasted off without an explosion, then something deeper had happened that would work its way out in a huge explosion.

It seemed now like the plane was trying to land. The airport the plane had come from was nearby, across a couple sets of rolling hilltops from the fenced-off area that I was in. The plane was still pointed up in the air, but it seemed to be bobbing back over to the airport.

The plane made a final descent into the airport. But it was still pointing nose-up. I couldn't see it as it descended behind the red-brick walls of the airport (???).

But the plane now seemed to be almost as big as the airport. As it descended -- crashed -- tail-first on the tarmac, it exploded in a big fireball, which only got bigger as the rest of the plane was consumed. A huge fireball now burst up over the tops of the airport's building.

But the exploding airplane was causing other explosions at the airport. I figured these were other planes, exploding from the heat and flames from the first plane's explosion. Soon a huge wave of fire was tearing through the airport. The entire airport was on fire!

Somehow I saw a set of doors at the airport -- as if the airport were now only 50 meters or so away from me. The flames had passed an area, although there was still a lot of brown smoke. The doors around this area were like doors in some sort of theme park or shopping center themed like the Old West.

A husband and wife ran out from one of the doors. They felt, I knew, that now that the flames had passed, they could make a run from the airport. They probably felt that if they stayed at the airport any longer, they'd risk getting caught in a second wave of flames.

So they ran away from the airport. They saw me in the fenced-off area with the underground shed. I waved them in.

The couple was maybe in their early fifties. They looked like they were maybe upper-middle class. The woman may have been pale skinned and a bit overweight, with frizzy, blonde hair. The man was compact but strong, tan, with short, wiry, grey-white hair. He wore a black polo shirt and, possibly, khaki shorts.

The couple may have told me what they had just gone through and that they were trying now to get to safety. I understood that what they meant was that they wanted to get back to their house.

I didn't know where the couple's house was. But I knew that there was a main road farther along the hillside. There were also a really big shopping center and people who could conveniently get the couple a car to get wherever they wanted to get.

But to get the couple to this place, I'd have to fly them there. I thought I could fly both of them there. But I'd have to lift them into the air one at a time. This was more to make sure that each of them wouldn't be afraid of heights as I flew them over the hills.

I *think* I lifted the woman into the air first. But we barely got off the ground before the woman got terribly afraid. I landed again. The woman ran over to some corner of the fenced-off area that had a little outdoor structure like a tool-shelf and work-counter, all made of old wood. The woman wouldn't leave that area. She was hysterical with a fear of heights.

(If it *was* the woman. It may have been the man.)

I now tried to lift the man (? or woman?) into the air. But I found that I couldn't fly up into the air with the man. He was way too heavy. This was surprising to me, as usually my flying had the effect of cancelling out gravity, so that everything I flew with weighed nothing. But the man wasn't losing any weight. He was still heavy.

Dreams #2

I was apparently telling people about a precognitive vision I'd had. It had to do with some kind of nuclear reactor, which looked more like a big piece of old factory equipment, with cogs and gears and cranks and wheels.

I was probably telling two people about my vision. The people may both have been women. They may have been wearing white lab coats.

I told the people that this particular reactor was different than almost other reactors, because two crank-wheels, which, in other machines, were set outside the reactor, were, in this model, set inside the housing of the reactor.

In my mind's eye I could see a small, steel door that opened up to get inside this "reactor" (or huge piece of old-time factory equipment). The inside was mostly gears, all tightly-packed, lit with a kind of dim, incandescent light. There were two crank-wheels, one in front of the other.

I told the people that the problem wasn't actually with the crank-wheels, but with a pane of glass either between or off to the (left --my left (?)) side of the wheels.

This pane of glass had a problem with it. It was forming, inside of itself, red streaks. The red streaks actually looked like drops of blood.

Sooo...I know I kinda got behind on the dream journaling and MILDing over the weekend, but hopefully I can get things back on track here...

1) I went into work, fairly normal day, but far busier than usual. Eventually amid all the craziness, one guy came in and started to mildly cause trouble. He wasn't doing anything so obnoxious we could put him out of the store, but he was bothersome. I went into the back room to do my job in there, and came back out a bit later to see that guy still there, and talking to people in a very strange way...he was brainwashing them. I spoke to some other people he had already brainwashed--people I knew before--and they were completely different. In a daze, unable to hear me, repeating bizarre phrases, and quickly turning to displaying aberrant moods and behavior. Before long, these people had turned into zombies, and all my coworkers with them. Since I had been in the back, only I didn't get the brainwash treatment. I ran back to the stock room and locked the door. My boss was in there, too. "What are we going to do? Have you seen what's going on out there!?" I asked in a panic. "Yes...I...I don't know." I'd never heard him sound so discouraged before. We looked all over for a place to hide before the zombies broke through the door, but there was nowhere safe enough for us to plan on surviving for more than 30 seconds. Eventually my boss gave up. "I'm sorry." He said, just before a bullet went into my head. It didn't kill me, but after I turned and saw my boss holding the gun, I fell to the floor like I was dead anyway, to keep him from shooting again. As I lay there, I heard another gunshot go off, and this time my boss fell to the floor. I guess he would have rather died by his own hand than by the zombies. After a minute, I recovered from the wound and picked up my boss's gun (which strangely turned from a pistol to a shotgun when I picked it up). The zombies were close to breaking through. I quickly went out the back door and locked it, but it did little good. All around me outside things had turned into a wasteland covered with zombies. I had little hope of survival, but I didn't give up so easily. I went everywhere looking for a safe place, taking out zombies with my shotgun all the way. I woke up before finding anywhere.

Dream Signs: highly unusual events, being at work, zombies

October 31, 2011

This dream is a fragment in which I almost became lucid. I was so close that it wasn't even funny! The bridge in my dream is one that has been in many before, but I didn't realize it until now.

I was standing on this bridge/park thing over a river. It was a cool day, and it was slightly raining out, just a trickle. The bridge was made out of stone, and had a few different levels (I'll post a picture soon).

A biker whizzed by me, and I got annoyed. "Hello?" I shouted at him. "I'm trying to induce a lucid dream here!" Frustrated, I stormed away and started exploring the different rocks around the bridge. There were some other parts, that I'm sure of, but I can't remember them. My memory is too hazy.

Category: Dream Fragment

Lucidity: 2/10
Clarity: 2/10
Length: 6/10
Enjoyment: 3/10
Overall: 4.25/10

I remember being at some all white house with another guy. While we were talking, there were people laughing, like we were recording a show for a live studio audience. I kept looking around to see where they were, only to find out we weren't on a set. Afterthat, a lot of people showed up. My sister and her kids were also there. She was telling me hat she was going to need my car to go to a show and felt like I was stuck there. Eventually Jay-Z and Scarface came out and started rapping. Scarface wore a huge medalion with a pyramid and sun on it.

When I was leavign the show, W came up to me and asked if I still wanted to be apart of the act. I was doubtful but I still told him yes. He started asking me why I was headed in the direction I was going as if I was going the wrong way. I continued down the road and everything became increasingly black. By the end I was running from the darkness.

Laater I found myself at schol in a crowed that was waiting to go in a building. While waiting there, a girl kept faitnting over and over. Each time I would catch her and everyone around us kept acting like it was completly normal, including her. We were close to the door and I had this rusted metal object in my hand that I threw off to the side. Suddenly the teacher who was there got really mad and asked "who threw that!??". Everyone except me raised their hands. Then he scanned the area and I looked directly into his eyes waiting for him to say something to me, but he didn't. He raised his voice even louder this time, and asked the same question. This time I raised my hand along with everyone else. He got fusterated and let us into the building. I remember the guy who works at the gamestore nearby was in the center of this circular room.


(seperate dream)

I was traveling up the road and going to this class where my biology teacher was telling us how to solve some equasion. It didn't make any sense and it was something that we never went over but he insisted that we had.

I think I also remember talking to Staci from Class....It was just a bunch of small talk. Nothing really stood out.

I had a dream that me, my mum & brother went to a place called either Baurmind or Bourneville, it was quite the eastern European country with small temple things you'd see in say Russia, but more modern yet still quite poor. On the way there the plane runway was the sand on the beach, people were playing there and jogging however they were used to planes coming + going. When we were on the runways the plane wouldn't slow down + couldn't stop. The plane that started spinning out of control with the electrics flashing on and off, me and my brother were panicking.
The plane then started to crash into buildings with its wings + tail but aparently it was good in order to stop the plane. We then ended up in a green forest and people got out the plane and were assigned to their hotels. My brother wasn't in the same hotel as mum and I so I told the people he went with to look after him.
I was then left thinking 'What are we going to do in Bourneville?'

I need to pay more attention. I barely remember even one dream. Looks like this will take a bit more effort than I though. Oh well, it will be worth it!

My Only Dream
I was being chased by an unseen force. I entered some sort of indoor city while my friends helped me escape. This was a sort of Mirrors Edge like dream. The only different thing was the buildings were made from Minecraft blocks and everything else was more realistic.
I escape with two of my friends and I wake up.

I'm at the airport about to get on a large aircraft. I'm on the jetway with my ticket and boarding pass but can't get on because there is a problem with another passenger. A flight attendent or gate agent is talking to the passenger and trying to resolve the issue. It's time for the aircraft to leave and the door would have closed already except that some middle aged woman (a passenger?) has stepped into the doorway and is keeping the door from closing. While all of this is going on, another flight attendent or gate agent walks up to me and asks to see my ticket. In my mind, I'm thinking that they're not going to let me on the aircraft because I tried before and wasn't able to get on. But this time everything seems okay and she ushers me into the aircraft. She tells another flight attendent something like, "Hey, you know that big box that you were going to watch TV on? Well you're going to have to move it because someone is going to sit there." The flight attendent leads me through the aircraft to my seat. As we go, I'm seeing empty seats here and there and wonder which one is mine. The seats are blue, as is the carpet. Some of the seats have what looks like plastic coverings on them. They might be blankets, I don't know. The flight attendent leads me to a place where two rows of seats come together at a 90 degree angle. There is a black woman laid out asleep across several seats, including mine, and the flight attendent wakes her up and has her move so I can sit down. She points to the seat that's right in the corner of the 90 degree bend and tells me that's my seat. So I sit down. That's all I remember.

Just adding more tags. Tag entry is limited to 10, but I feel that the additional tags are also important. Particularly, the balloons and ruins. I had a "vision" (not a dream, coz I was already awake, but my visualization is still quite sharp):

I was already awake, in fact already opened my eyes, and I was annoyed at the people attacking the dogs in the "demonstration" in my dream. Then I wondered what the balloons are supposed to mean. The dream made it seem like it's a weapon.

Then I went into a vision of a couple of guys tying up helium balloons on our wall, and left. There was a message on the balloons. Something about activism.

Then one night, the two were caught, and were asked why they were doing that, as if it was a crime. Or maybe the message was the crime. In the vision, I was trying to get mom to appear and defend them, since I don't really have much of a status in our home town. But for some reason, she just won't appear, so I talked instead.

I asked why they're angry at the two. They mentioned the balloons, and I said, yes I saw them, and I think they're nice. Then they mentioned the message on the balloons (something about Pinoy, with two other words). I said I didn't read (a lie), but they still look nice. The mob are starting to doubt their actions. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all, I can hear them think.

One of the boys smiled a grateful smile at me. Then I remember after I saw them tying the balloons, he looked back at me, and we smiled.

I think the balloons were colored blue and red. Or was it yellow?

A future of ruins and robots. People fighting. There are robots. Some are flying. Clearing junk, or attacking people. Running. Chasing.

I was in a dormitory. There are other boys. Some are naked.

I was with a group of people. At least one is from a prior clan. We were all talking, and I mentioned how he didn't accept a job offer. Then I mentioned that he became a model.

Then we were in a department store. I found a balisong, and took it out. Steph was there and kid me about it. I saw the instruction saying it's for preparation for a zombie apocalypse. Then I saw a "video" sample. They used dogs, ducks, balloons, and cats to distract zombies. I was watching at a bird's eye view. They were in a place, with buildings and houses around. The animals walked, some tied with balloons. I thought that the zombies will not mind them. Then I saw the zombies (some are animals) block them. The living animals hesitated, and then they started running, and the carnage began.

I saw a duck and her ducklings being cornered to a door. Then I saw living humans. They attacked using a "whip with nails," and hitting the animals (living or undead?) in the belly, intestines, and the head. There was a voice over saying these are the most effective places to attack.

I was riding a jeep with Emerald. Going to Bacolod? For some reason, she wanted to stop for a minute at Victorias and buy something. I joined her. Then while she was shopping, a messenger said that the jeep went ahead. We went back (after she bought her stuff in a Japanese-style store), and found that the jeep had indeed left.

October 30, 2011

Synopsis: In sharp contrast to "Fracture", this dream was explosively happy. Another OccupyDallas dream. Robots invade. We win. That simple.

Thoughts Explode
I was with OccupyDallas, a group of about 100. Our happy little group gets infiltrated by alien robots! These robots divide us, to weaken our solidarity. They then milk us for everything we had - literally - like we were cows.

And that's when the protesters scream "But I don't even have utters!"

We got tired of this bull. My captured group of about 10, sneak behind our robot overlord and find a few cables behind his neck. What happens if we - oh - lots of oil spills out. Robot down!

These robots aren't so tough!

"Lets go free the others!"

The group quickly disperses to be re-captured and then tell their captured friends how to free themselves.

Mom calls

"Everythings fine I'm not arrested. Something is going down right now, but soon everything will be okay". I thought it would take a while for the group to collectively to take down all these alien robots. I was wrong. In the middle of the phone call I hear the whole of OccupyDallas explode into a roar of glee!

Just like that, everyone was free!

"Already?"

And I thought - the knowledge exploded like a wild-fire!

The group starts to march a glory march - declaring their victory! "I GOTTA GO MOM IM MISSING IT" I hang up and run as fast as I can to catch up. I find my place in the front and march merrily. Sure we only took down alien robots, but we felt like we could take down anything.

October 29, 2011

Synopsis: This dream reminds me a lot of "I'll never give up". Except now that I've joined OccupyDallas, it has a different context. I'm with a group of rebels that fractures and attacks its own members. And I never found out why.

Fracture
We were a happy group of rebels and we were all united under a single cause. We lived together in the AllGenericBuilding. Something happened, and I never understood why it happened. One day, half of the group decided that the other half needs to be exterminated.

Former comrades attacked me and friends without warning. We fled, as none of us could honestly fight former comrades. At this point we discover our talents. I transform into a gargoyle.

My poor forsaken family lived in fear. I tried my best to find us a safer place to live. Before we feared the government. Now we were fearing our former allies. We flew through room and room and room desperately searching for sanctity.

But in the AllGenericBuilding, everything is like a mall - out in the public.

We tried to blend in in the mall. But our attackers were close by. "Quick we need to leave!". The group races ahead. We reach a fork in the mall. The left leads to large glass doors that lead to the outside. I really wanted us to go that way! But the group felt it was way to visible, they could see us for miles.

Instead they went to the right, down a small hallway and into a room with no windows or doors. This was what I was afraid of. Still I went with them, not wanting to leave my only family now.

We could hear them nearby! Where do we go now? Someone in our group finds a trap door that leads to a basement. Awesome, we can hide in here until they leave. The basement looked like a theatre.

We thought we were safe, but they were waiting for us inside the theatre. It was a trap, and they were leading us like a school of fish the entire time. The battle that ensued was horrible. I remember stabbing some guys eye out with a pen.

Only half of us made it out. I still never knew why they were attacking us, or why half of my friends had to die. This left me so angry and confused. Why? Why was this happening? I looked at my poor group. So torn. So broken. On its last leg of hope. We looked like war refugees - in a fancy mall where no one even knows what we've just been through.

"Come on. We can't stay here. Let's keep moving" So we do

This dream is from last night.

I'm back at college AGAIN. This is definitely a recurring theme in my recent dreams. It's actually getting annoying. I liked college, but I've moved on to other things. Dreaming I'm back there makes me feel like I've regressed or something.

In this particular dream, I think I was moving back in after summer break. I was completely and utterly lost. I couldn't find my dorm. I ended up in a dorm with a few friends of mine, but looking back, that particular dorm doesn't exist on campus. All of the rooms were empty. It was actually rather creepy.

I eventually manage to find my dorm and my room, which was furnished just like it was when I actually resided there. There were two girls there who were real-life acquaintances of mine in college. We talked a little bit. Then I randomly flashed them. Nothing too intense, just showed them my bra. They were confused and unimpressed. I was also confused as to why I had done that. (This bit may relate to things I've been pondering in waking life. I won't go into it right now though.)

Another recurring theme: I had to get ready for classes I felt unprepared for and didn't want to take. I looked at my schedule, and my first class was Math. I've always despised math. Why does my subconscious keep sending me to a math class?

Looking back on this dream is helping me understand dream signs. I could've gone lucid if I were able to realize that the dorm I was in didn't exist in reality, or that I was in classes with professors I had never met in real life. So...I definitely need to keep a better eye on the little things that don't make sense in my dreams.

And I think it's a good dream to start with!

This is from 10-29-2011:

I must have been back at college, as I recognized campus buildings and parts of downtown. I was also with a few of my closest friends from college.

In this dream, I was dating Rick Wright, the late keyboardist of Pink Floyd. It wasn't young Rick from the 60s or 70s, but older, white-haired Rick. We were very much in love with each other, in the way that makes other people nauseous ("No I love YOU more!. Oh you!").

My friends did not approve of our relationship. They thought that Rick was taking advantage of a young girl and that I was using him as a "sugar daddy". I got very upset at them, trying to convince them that Rick and I were truly in love.

The last thing I remember was going to a supermarket with my friends, where Rick was working as a cashier. I turned to my friends and said "See! He's a working stiff just like us!" and then proceeded to give all my attention to Rick.

This dream made me very happy. It felt really nice to be loved, even if my friends didn't approve or understand. And Rick was an absolute darling.

Lastly, Rick was living in a house with David Gilmour and Nick Mason, and I chatted with them for a bit. Since I've had a dream where I met Roger Waters, I can now say that I've interacted with every member of Pink Floyd in my dreams except for Syd Barrett. I think I'll make that lucid goal.

My Pink Floyd fangirlness knows no bounds. None.

Bitch ate my....

I'm in a mall or something eating a cesar salad. and J walks up to my table and says, "OMG that looks SO good. can I have some?" I'M like "yeah."

and she eats the whole fucking salad in one bite. She satrts walking away. I'm debating in a split second whether or not I should tell her off but some how I manage to ask, "So, how's Toronto?"

She turns and says, "oh, I'm no longer there. The five of us left."

Me, "I thought so I was having these dream signs..." Woke up.