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I'm on a school bus heading to an airport, when I see a plane crashing down on to the highway. I say "Here comes another one..." and the plane busts up some cars as it rolls and crashes down. I see a flash of a news clip of all these people getting hurt and cars crashing into the divider in the road. I'm not taking this as seriously as I should. My mom wants me to sit with her on the bus, and I don't understand why we can't just sit across from each other. We move to the back of the bus and she sits in front of me and starts reciting the lines of "Strangers in the Night" (her and my dad's song). I find out that a plane has crashed every week from this certain airline that I'm taking.

...

I'm in a room at some kind of dinner party. I"m helping out who ever is running it. There's little ornaments on a table, and I count by 2's to take 12 of them to bring out to the room where the party is. There's someone else doing the same thing. I put the ornaments on a table and there is one special ornament that looks and feels a little different than the others. It has two green squares on it and I say "That needs to be mine". I try to keep my cool so no one knows how bad I want it, so I pour some candy into a tray.. lifesavers and little colored round candy too. I keep looking over at the other table to make sure no one else has taken it. Someone asks me about the special ornament so I try to play it down like its not that great, so one one else wants it.

I am in a dorm room but it is much different from mine. The dream tells me it is mine.
I am doing something on my computer and check the clock "12:08". I realize I was supposed
to meet some friends for lunch at 12 ( In waking life ). So I went to leave in a hurry so I could
get to the universities dining hall when my roommate comes in and says he wants to show me
something. I tell him to make it quick and he comes around to my computer. I go around with him
and attempt to hide it because, for some reason, my desktop background is switching through
some very explicit images. They are all pink backdrops. My roommate doesn't seem to care so
I blow it off like "yeah, that's my desktop". He pulls out his computer and starts pulling up some
web-page while I played with a clear plastic sphere filled with metal balls. Then I woke up.

So I find myself in my school's studyhall. I get up from my seat and head towards Spanish class. Then, I became Lucid without dreamsigns. I forgot to do the TOTY, so I went to go do anything I could think up. Then, I awoke. Crap...

I woke up and could only remember a very slight bit of the
dream but not enough to even write down keywords

The Drinking Contest

I am in a Dairy Queen. They are having an advertizement for new treats in their freezer (I mean the advertizement is in the freezer; it's a live action commercial).

"You've seen all these old treats" says the narrator. "Remember when this was new?" They show some things like an ice cream cake and a Dilly Bar, as well as some frozen canned whipped cream I have never seen before. "But now it's just the same old same old. Well, there's a new treat in town!" The other things are pushed aside, and a giant cake is dropped down, taking their place. It is green, and covered in lots of icing. Upon it's being sliced open, it is found to be filled with frozen coconut filling.

"Just in time for the Super Bowl, it's a -- Day Cake! [the -- was some name like McNabb, I don't think it was him but it was a celtic name famous in football] It is now being offered at a great price. Or, you can win this cake for free! All you have to do is be here on McNabb's Day (I guess it is some sort of holiday) and drink beer! That's right, you drink beer for 13 hours. Here's the thing - you have to be drinking beer the whole time, and no bathroom breaks can be taken. If you're still here at the end, you get the cake for free!"

A few people seem to be interested in this deal. Next to me is a table of really good looking girls.

"Heck," says one of them, "We'll just wait here until McNabb's Day starts. It's just an hour or so."

I sit down next to her, and put my arm around her. For some reason my mother shows up and sits on the other side of her. The girls begin talking about how much they like to drink, and how great it will be to have free beer all day long. They seem to think drinking constantly for 13 hours is easy.

I start talking to my mother, loud enough so that they can overhear. "What do you think would happen to someone who drank beer constantly for 13 hours?" I say.

"I don't know," says my mother, "but it can't be good".

"I would think you'd get alcohol poisoning," I say. The girls seem to take no heed. I pull the girl next to me a little closer, and give her a hug. I am honestly worried about her. "Here is my prediction. By this time tomorrow night there will be at least one alcohol related death because of this contest."

"I think you're right," says my mother.

I now see in my mind's eye the scene of an accident, and someone being loaded into an airplane.

Strange Goings-on at my Grandparents'

We are having a family get together at my grandparents' house. It is getting to be late at night, and my brother goes back to bed. My aunt decides to play a trick on him, and changes into a bikini top. She undoes the strings at the bottom, so it looks as though she is in the process of taking it off. Then she goes into my brother's bedroom, pretending to be a strange woman who wandered in from the street.

Fixing the Computer

(This may have been a continuation of the last dream, or not. I don't quiet remember. It's one of those that isn't so coherent.)

Bobcats never let go once they have hold of you. My little cat thinks it's a bobcat at times, but at other times it is just like a kitten. I pet it, but then someone makes it think it's a bobcat. It grabs my hand with it's teeth and claws, getting a wild look in its eyes. I start singing to it, treating it like a little kitten again. It let's go of my hand.

Now somebody has the cat on his shoulder, and is climbing and running along the top of a moving train. It is a daredevil.

Now I am in a room somewhere. There are lots of children walking by on a field trip. They have to line up at the door, and they set their books down in front of me. I look at them, and see they are doing the same thing I did when I was their age.

A telephone rings in the room I am in. A woman answers the phone. "It's for you," she says, "it's Client #9".

"Client #9?" I say, "uh, that doesn't sound right." I pick up the telephone. I should have known. It's my uncle, who likes to pretend he is weird people when calling family and freinds. He asks if I'm busy, and if I can help work on my Grandfather's computer.

Now I am at my Grandfather's house with his computer. It has a small problem, but Dell wants over $1,000 to fix it.

"$1,000?!" I say, "at the most, you'll just have to get a new CPU, or maybe just a new motherboard."

Now my brother goes to bed. I have my laptop running, and it's been running all day. I decide I had better shut it down.

Working for Rush

I get a new job, working for Rush Limbaugh. He is explaining how the job works.

"When I'm on the mic," he says, "I don't know whether someone is doing their job or not. I don't go around and see how much or how well people are working. What I do is look at their desk. If your desk is clean, you are a good employee."

I look around the office. Everybody has a nice, perfectly clean desk. I sit down at my desk, and try to organize my things to look nice as well.

dreamt I was flirting with a girl from school, but she was in another womans body, namely the character Amanda Perry (Kathleen Munroe) from Stargate Universe. - Funny, cause she appear in the series only when visiting the spaceship through a bodyswap-technology. - we were planning on baking a cake later, I think? forgot the rest. alas, i'm even shy in my dreams.

dreamt i was on cruiseship like outlandish pub trying to order beer. the bartender picked out a flask with spirit. gin? i rejected and asked for carlsberg. the bartender said/showed me that carlsberg was racist. i left and encountered a boy from school and we started fighting eachother, i tried really hard to knock him out and beat chop-sticks into his head.

I’m in the car with an ex-girlfriend, Nina probably, in the backseat of a car, on the way at the beginning of a trip, and I need to take out some money. The parents, maybe based on Claudia’s parents, who are giving us a lift somewhere, park on the side of the street for their own reasons, and tell me there’s a bank on the either side of the road, a small shopping centre. I’ll be just a minute.


It’s night time, the bank is still open, but there is a problem at the row of around 5 ATMs inside. There are short queues behind only 2 of the machines, so I look closely at the other screens without losing my position. As I notice that the other machines are going hay-wire, the two other machines also go out of order, the screen messages also disturbed by interference, like the TV last night while watching a dvd, freezing separately in two pixelated hemispheres, then to black momentarily before trying to refresh. The tall, chubby guard reiterates.


I swear when I step outside and look around for an alternative, a brief sense of urgency. There are two ATMs on the walls either side of the bank entrance. I put my card in, and wait for the next prompt to ask for my PIN, taking the chance to look at the people walking passed behind me, when a guy my age comes around me and presses the keypad. I berate him and cancel the asterix he's entered on the blue screen, but the machine ejects my card.


The guy, in a cap and darkly coloured junky sports apparel, then goes for the card. I push him off and begin fighting with him and his friend, too close and scrappy to throw any big punches, when another guy, unrelated, makes a move for my card still sticking out halfway. I manage to take it out and stuff it down my back pocket, like I have been doing lately with my bus tickets after I buy them, returning to the action, but shouting now in Spanish for the police, directed towards the guard inside.


Eventually I get free and run for safety within the bank, explaining to the guard, in Spanish, that they tried to take my card and so then we fought, that I was shouting out to him, Policia, Policia! but he didn't hear me. John (best friend from Colombia) sees me and comes over from the phone booth, like in a generic call centre with Perspex windows on the doors, coming into the story halfway, repeating from the start for him, my 2 attackers standing around, having followed me in closely, leaning against the counter not saying anything.


When I come to the end of the story and the guard says to them exactly how they’ve broken the law and that they will be dealt with, they apologise, although too easily, and even offer me a $20 note (Australian currency) from their pocket, with a sense of cheap consolation, like if they’d taken $70 from me but had already spent the rest.

22/1/2011

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a car like a limousine with a group of people. The interior surfaces of the limo may have been black. The inside of the limo was very dim, as if the windows were tinted. But it appeared to be a sunny afternoon outside.

A boy sat in a sideways seat, his back against the left side of the limo. To his left was the back side of the driver's seat. A mother-like person may have been driving the limo.

The boy made some kind of statement like, "I see the quarters are of all different colors. They won't be good to take." In my mind's eye I could see the boy's view. Against a black background were a few quarters. They all gleamed with flashing color. I remember one quarter for sure being pink. But others may have been yellow and blue.

A man somewhere, maybe even in my head, said, "That's a strong statement, a blind boy talking about the colors of things. I suppose that's reason enough not to do the thing after all."

I hadn't realized until this time that the boy was blind. I now understood that the boy was slowly being the person in the family who was looked to as the leader. The older man in the family had died recently.

The boy's statement had been taken seriously because he had been blind and yet made a statement about seeing. But it had also been taken seriously because it was one of the first times the boy had made an assertion for his family to listen to.

The boy kind of felt some anxiety. He didn't know whether he could or even should be a leader. He didn't know if his family really wanted him to be a leader.

I also personally wondered how the boy was expected to be the leader in the family. He was just a boy. There were a lot of older men in the family, including the older man who had made such a positive comment about the boy's colored-quarter statement.

The car was traveling past some church, which I saw outside the window. The church looked like a tan-bricked, one-story school. There was a kind of big, slightly rolling lawn in front of it.

I knew we were heading to the church to go to a funeral. I figured it was the funeral for the leader of the family, who, I'd thought, had been an older man. But it turned out that the funeral was for a young girl. I think, however, that it now occurred to me that the girl had been the leader of the family.

I was somehow informed how the girl had died. Her boyfriend had killed her. I saw the boyfriend in my mind. He was white, around 18-20 years old, and kind of a violent, crazy person. I now saw the story in something like an English newspaper that looked like it was formatted in an Asian style. I'm pretty sure that the newspaper was on paper. But the imagery also looks like an online paper.

Apparently the boyfriend killed the girl after she had told him she was only 7 years old. He'd thought that the girl had led him into falling in love with her, and that she had made him a pedophile. But it turned out that the whole thing had been a game. The girl and her mother were playing a little prank on the boy, and then, when the boy was thoroughly flustered, to tell the boyfriend the girl's real age. The girl 13.

But the prank turned out bad. The boyfriend got terribly violent right away and killed the girl. I think the mother got murdered as well.

Dream #2

It was night. I walked into a cafe. The cafe only seemed to be half-lit, as if the store were actually closed down. But there were a lot of workers behind the counter. The workers all wore black shirts and beige baseball caps. They may also have worn aprons. I walked to my left, past the counter. As I turned the corner to the right, I came to another counter.

Passing this way, I saw a girl I recognized as a friend from my past. (I don't think I really know her from waking life.) She was really pretty, with tan skin and blue eyes. Her light brown hair was turning grey. This surprised me. I couldn't believe my friend's hair was grey! But, then, I thought, we're all getting old, me and my friends.

Behind the second counter a lot of workers were all sat in folding chairs before a television. They were all watching some movie. This was like some kind of recreational activity for them. A man behind the counter stood up and walked toward the counter to me. I may have recognized him as a friend as well. He probably asked me what I would like. I probably asked him for a coffee.

30.01.2011

Taxi Driver (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was having a lucid dream during which I went to a party in a hotel, hosted by some mob boss. I gradually lost lucidity as I downed shots at the bar, and soon found myself face down in a urinal in the men's toilet. I tried to get up but couldn't. I was far too drunk. A huge, suited, mafia bodyguard-type was standing in the doorway of the toilet looking at me with disgust. I was afraid he was going to beat me up or something, so I said,
"Dude, can you help me up here, I fell." This instantly reminded me of many previous WILD attemps. Usually there's some kind of threatening figure standing over me as I'm paralysed in bed. To make the most of the situation, I nod at my arm and ask the apparition to help me out of bed. This has the dual benefit of getting me moving and reducing my percieved fear of the thing through identification. The mafia guy helped me up with one tug of his foot-thick arm. I was still swaying dangerously. Before he let me go, he pulled me close to whisper in my ear.
"Remember you're dreaming, kid," he said. Immediately I stood still and looked down at my right hand. It had six definable fingers, and was blurry. I threw my arms in the air and whooped. It reverberated around the inside of the tiled bathroom.

I knew it was late morning in the real world, and I doubted that I had much dreaming time left. I opened a window in the bathroom and climbed out into the car park. A limosine pulled up, and out stepped Ricky Gervais. I wondered why he would be doing such a small gig, but remembered it was for the mob- they probably paid handsomely. As I ran towards the wall at the edge of the parking lot (with a few people running with my of whose identities I am no longer sure), I tried to remember one of the easier parts of the task of the year. I knew it was all to do with famous movies, and a lot of them would require a serious scene change. I was nowhere near water (Jaws), or space (Star wars), or Greece (300). I jumped the wall and found myself on a busy road.
"Aha!," I thought. "There's one part to get myself hit by the taxi from Taxi Driver!" Turns out there isn't, and I don't know where on earth I got that from! So I ran out onto the road and jumped in front of the first yellow taxi I saw. I shut my eyes for the impact, which wasn't painful. However I was thrown through the air, and bounced off several other cars moving at high speed. When I opened my eyes again, I was on the roof of the original taxi, somehow. It was still driving along merrily. I swung through the driver-side window, and booted the driver out the passenger side. Then I put my boot down and took off. After a few minutes, it became clear that I wasn't the only one driving the car. I looked to my right, and there was DeNiro at a steering wheel and pedals on the other side! I put this down to living in the UK, where the driver's seat is on the right side of the car, not the left, where I was sitting now.

Non-Dream/Comments
Dream
Lucid Dream

Date: Night of January 30, 2011

I don't really remember how this dream started out, but from what I recall I was at some place ( I didn't take the time to check my surroundings) before a teacher called me in with a group of students. The teacher went on to tell us how we were supposed to be transfered into a new school. He/she went on to explain certain rules (some of which where ridiculous) that this school had, for example, no wearing jackets backwards, and no opening doors. So anyways, myself and this group of students end up at this other school, and one by one, we start breaking the rules and get in trouble. I'm the last one that breaks a rule, and I get in trouble. The punishment is that I'm detained in some room during the lunch hour. Horrible torture indeed. When they finally let me out, I don't get as much food as the other students. Surprisingly, I see my cousin (who happened to have visited me that night before I went to sleep) and I sat next to him and ate.

After that I have no recollection.

I'm a prisoner at this Egyptian camp. There's a huge rebellion and all the slaves break free immediately. There's a location where we're all supposed to meet up at, and plan to free the everyone else. Instead of going there and staying, I spent the rest of the dream traveling back and fourth stealing supplies and water, and freeing other slaves.

Awake Non-lucid Vivid

I'm in a hall in school. There's a piano on the side, which I go over to, sit down, and happily start playing. It's difficult to play though, it's very small and the keys are not in order. My physics teacher comes over and smirks. "Holy shit..." he says. "That is fucked up."

I continue trying to place the keys in the right postions. He reaches out and grabs the top of the piano. "What are you doing?" I ask, growing increasingly worried. He begins to crush the piano with his hands. I jump up and scream at him, trying to push him off. After a lot of effort, I shove him away and turn towards the piano. It's broken, bits of wood lying all over the floor. Tears well up in my eyes, and I shove him once more, then run down a flight of stairs, crying.

He runs after me but I just run faster, until I'm outside and running down a hill. My english teacher is walking up the hill. She stops me and asks in a kind voice what is wrong. I slowly tell her about the piano, and how it's making me feel depressed for some reason. She squeezes my shoulder and says she'll speak to my physics teacher, and that it's ok for me to be out of school right now.

I walk down the hill and into a forest. As I walk, I see faces in the trees. They whisper to me, but I don't know what they're saying. I get to a sunken well.

There are more faces in the well, with pale blue skin and gaping mouths. Their hands reach for me. The trees are moving closer. I jump to avoid their hands, but eventually they get me and pull me into the stone well.

I wake up in a victorian style house. Getting up, I notice a young man in the room, standing in front of a floor length mirror, studying himself. "Sister," he says, sounding oddly monotone. "Your company is requested by the mistress before we leave."

"Leave?"

"Have you forgotten already?" He asks, straightening his suit. "Our brothers funeral, the one you killed."

It flashes into my mind. Me, running across rooftops, my brother after me, an explosion, panic everywhere...

"I remember... I will go see the mistress."

I go into a dimly lit basement. An old hag of a woman grabs my hair and uses it to drag me to a stool facing a mirror. I cry out. "You think you can get away with this, m'girl? hm? I must cut your hair off. You do not control your hair, it controls you! You are grieving! You will never have hair again!"

She grabs a razor. I notice that my hair is not it's usual dark brown, but a pale blonde with bits of auburn in it. It's very pretty. I smile at it, but it dawns on me that my the mistress is holding up the razor. My face drops as she takes it to the side of my head and drags it upwards, leaving no hair in its place.

So, it started out on some tropical island, where I was diving for pearls, but had to get up because of sharks. I went into the village, and found that some woman was made a hero because she had made power using sun panels. Then I became Uncle Scrooge with his butler, and for some reason that woman was made at me for not paying my butler enough oO. Anyway, about that I began to lucid dream, so I decided to start flying, and so I did, and I ended up in New York, I knew that cause I saw linkin park (Not the rapper, but a park, and something told me it was named linkin park Then I remembered task of the month, and I flew out of the city lines and landed on the earth. There was some random DC spectators, while I summoned a storm. And as I drew fourth my arm, a lightning struck it, and a warm and strange feeling went through my body. It wasn't uncomfortable, for I was expecting it to be a feeling of power, and I had planned to use it to complete the second task (grow in size and stomp over a city). So I grew about 4 times larger, but couldn't really get any larger than that, so I just sorta kicked a pair of buildings, and stomped over a DC. Later I flew down to my school, where there was a girl I wanted to "you know". Problem was that every room we got into, was kinda stuffed with DC's, untill we found a toilet where we did it. (It hadn't crossed my mind to just get the DC's to disapper, but whatever, it was a nice dream )

I don't remember very much from last night. I remember I was sailing some ship somewhere with my friends. We got to some place that looked like big chess table and after that we were again sailing the ship somewhere and arguing about something. And I remember too that my mother bought me a mouse and I was complaining about something...Also some music was playing

Hello, everyone! My scary yet enjoyable nightmares start here: I woke up and went outside my room into the hallway. (Dream, also at my grandmas house) Suddenly, a huge object crashed into the house. To make things worse, I could not move and barley speak. After about 6-7 seconds, a small dog came out of my room. It was very colorful and had HUGE eyes! I very weakly said,"Grandma... Grandma... ." She obsessively could not hear me. I woke up.
The End