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Other kids along with me were trapped in some place where a lady made the rules, and was mean to the kids. I wanted to help them, so I tried sneaking them out. I rescued them.
I got a Clawdeen Wolf doll but I refuesed to display it because I threw out her journal and brush. So, I didn't care anymore and introduced her to Draculaura.
Another dream was a field trip (or something else) with Stephanie and I. We were sitting at the lunch table, and we saw Mr. Stinky there with a green shirt and a water bottle or some sort. We pointed and laughed at him, and he heard me when I said outloud "Ew, there's Mr. Stinky!"
Side note:
I have a strong, strong feeling I was lucid last night, but I couldn't remember.

My dream recall has been excelent the past few days, but now it's only fragments

Last night I had a dream and I was Nancy Drew. I was solving a TV-Train case (in other words a fake mystery that takes place on a train but is being filmed for TV--no, not a murder mystery) and like usual, Nancy ends up having to solve a real one too. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Well it started off with "me" (as ND) and the other contestants meeting in a passenger car with only seats. Well I decide to work on my own on this fake mystery-(I don't remember what the fake mystery was about). Well somehow "I" got involved in a real mystery-don't know how but I did-the train seemed to be under a "ghostly/haunted" power since there were these weird "accidents" that weren't part of the fake mystery judging by the organizer and her assistants' faces.

The first accident was the train stopping in the middle of nowhere for no reason and it took 48 hours before the train could be fixed. While everyone was waiting for the train to be fixed I slipped into the train's kitchen (don't know why-but I did) I discovered someone''s journal-(I wore gloves just to be safe when I was touching/reading the journal).

I than slipped back out and went else where on the train. I discover a solid, sliding door that was locked but I was hearing someone on the other side of the door. So I unlock the door using a bobby pin and I discover both a kid (tied up) and a dog. I than try to phone my friends (Bess and George) but I only said 5 sentences before someone try to clobber me. When I woke up I was in the same room I discovered earlier but both the dog and the kid were gone and I was tied up. So I thumped on the door and someone came and opened it-it was one of the other contestants.

Than it switched to a (not-filmed) meeting in the train's kitchen and the other contestants were starting to get a bit fearful one said "I don't want to do this constant anymore if we could end up tied up." I than asked "Did anyone see a dog?" Another Contestant said "I let him go free since you had left a note saying that is what to do." I replied back I didn't leave any such note." She showed me the note and I slipped my regular writing out of my purse and we compared the two. She said "This isn't your handwriting on this note." Somehow Bess &George appeared on the train (I spotted George's black hair through the kitchen's door's window), the organizer wasn't too happy for me to have extra assistance but didn't complain.


Everyone except me, Bess and George left the room. They explained they had a dream that I went into a house and the two of them and the Hardy Boys were working at something., the Hardy boys were working at a computer at the front of the house's library (yes in RFL my parents' house has a library) and Bess and George were working at a computer in the back of the said library. They woke up the next day, called each other and than called the Hardy Boys (and they too had the same dream). I had the same dream when I had been conked out. Just as i was telling them I had exactly the same dream I noticed something was wrong with the stove with food on it. There was a humongous fire going on, on the stove and it would burn half or more of the room if it wasn't put out. So Bess George and I put it out quickly.

End of Dream

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So i slpet over Isaiahs (my friend) house yesturday and we had fun played games and all that stuff and we went to sleep at like 5 am. And for the 2nd time ever i had DILD: in my dream i was in Isaiahs house and we were just talking and out of nowhere we hear gun shots so me and my Isaiah's family rush down to the garage to hide( Two story house). So while i was there i decided to look out the window and i saw a guy with two AK47's coming towards the house so me and Isaiah rushed and lucky locked all the doors in the house. The guy trying to hurt us decided to shot at us from the garage window and we were all hiding behind things i was extremely scared but for no reason i decided to pluck my nose and close my mouth and as we all know i could breath so thats when i realized i was dreaming. I got up from where i was hiding made a gun shape useing my hands and shot a bullet at the guys head without even trying. First thing i said was "HeadShot" then i was like wait im lucid dreaming and for no reason the scene changed and i was at the beach so while there i tried to shange the color of a coconut tree i wanted it to turn red but instead it turned orange so i gave up. I awoke with my frined trying to draw things on my face but hey at least i Lucid Dreamt

P.S does anyone know any tricks on how to control color more becuase i can never seem to change a color to my liking

This is two straight nights of 9+ hours of sleep but practically no recall. What's happening!? I should be doing better than this. :?

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[COLOR="#808080"][/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]1) I wear a suit to school. BS and DOH do as well. We sit on folding metal chairs in the auditorium? We leave and I go to my locker to put away my suit and consider wearing just the white T-shirt underneath. OG comes and makes fun of me, and I make fun of him back for wearing a suit to school. That was a low blow, and I feel bad because I genuinely hurt him; even though he was bullying me I still shouldn't have said something to make him feel bad. I punch him and Mr. B sees. He asks what happened and I just walk away.

2) continuation of 1? I enter French class. The room has been completely redesigned and now features computers and rising tiers for each row. Mr. N is there and talks to me in English. I ask SA for the notes because I missed the past two days. I can't understand any of the French that the teacher is speaking.[/COLOR][/INDENT]

I'm really disappointed that I could only recall two fragments, since I got at least 9 hours of sleep. Usually my amount of sleep directly correlates with how many dreams I can recall, and 9 hours should yield a lot more than 2 fragments. :(

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[COLOR="#808080"][/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]1) I get an email from someone at an Ivy League school. It's in 1337sp3@k and is rather silly. I'm surprised that this person would send me an email like that.

2) I'm in a cave? [/COLOR][/INDENT]

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning. Didn't dream much last night, and also I'm running a fever. My dreams tonight are going to be crazy, and I hope I don't get too mindf*cked.

23.45: Sleep

05.10: Fragments
*I'm with a few friends and Monica. We're lining up in a long line and I check my watch. It's just 5 minutes until the flight is about to leave. "We'll make it" I say and check my watch again. I walk up to our white car that I parked on the sidewalk.

*I'm in a clothing shop and I've got a hardon. By swinging my body to the right and left at a rhythm I create some kind of force, which propells me forward. I run around the place. I meet my friend Eric and he shows me some perfume. One of them apparently made him faint. I smell it, smells very strong.

05.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 5 hours

Supplements before bed: 2 x Omega-3

That's it! Blah, I hate being sick... We'll see if I have the strength to write down any feverish dreams tomorrow.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

First dream I was at my former employers house, he was having some New Years party and I had my kid there and everything. It started storming really bad and me and my boyfriend and everyone else were told to go to the kitchen. Suddenly we're in a school, because there are two teachers, one male and one female. The female lady is being sort of mean to me, so I told her she couldn't be that way and be a teacher. She kept saying things to piss me off, finally I just went to the male teacher and told him what was going on, my boyfriend was defending me.

I became lucid in another dream, I was in some kind of indoor zoo and I was going to feed a hippo, then the hippo jumped up on the ledge to get the food and he was massive, more massive than a normal hippo, I was very scared. I tried pushing him down anyway and it worked, then I started running down these stairs and that's when I became lucid. I turned around, thinking I'd just make it disappear and then there was a fox there, and I started petting him. I ran into my friend a few minutes later and asked her if she was awake or dreaming? She said no, she told me she was a dream character or I told her she was, I can't remember. Then I was watching a parade. I crawled into a limo where these two gay guys had just gotten married and just rode around with them for a bit.

so i was at my grandparents house and my girlfriend was there, but she was upset. she wouldnt tell me what was wrong...i went to the window and thought about it, and a storm came in. as the sky was engulfed in bright vivid purples and blues i went to go tell her that there was a storm. she was crying on the bed and i asked if she would just tell me what is wrong. and i looked at her stomagh and realized it was bigger than normal. oddly shaped even. she tells me that she is pregnant. i tell her it is ok and look at her stomagh again, and theres a shape of a baby just connected to her. [kinda like when someone has a siamese twin all deformed and whatnot, but a baby] it had the most beautiful eyes. then i was playing a game and had to go get these boxes for a technique. they had these differient marbles inside... then my girlfriend was back, and i told her that everything was o.k. then i woke up

-no lucidity, except when seeing the child like tumor. but it was a very serious dream-

Dreamed I was surfing with my oldest son last night. The waves were about 3 to 4 feet, which were kind of small for him but perfect for me (I haven't been surfing in years). The water was a nice temperature and it was a sunny day and I caught about a dozen waves. (Wish I had been lucid, I would have tried some tricks that would have blown my son's mind!).

My son and his girlfriend are going surfing in Mexico 2 weeks from now IWL, so maybe I shared a preview of his trip. I'll see him at band rehearsal later today and ask him if he dreamed of surfing.

Jan. 16-17
There was a trailor...but it was a log cabin trailor that me and a few more freinds where staying at. For some reason I had never met these people before but they where friends (false memory). One person stood out though, and that was a guy named Phillip. He had been a friend for a long time in waking life and passed away a little over two years ago. He was there and just like in waking life he was with me every where we went in the dream. We where just hanging around in this trailor all talking and having a great time. There was one girl in the group who was a werewolf. She was skinny with short blonde hair that had black underneath it. I never actually saw her transform but I knew she was a werewolf. She was very soft spoken and respectful. She would pick a tree when she had to use the bathroom and say I have too tree stamp. Just like a dog. So Phillip this werewolf a few other friends and I got in a van parked outside the log cabin trailor to go for a ride. We where at one point blocked in by another van that was big square and maroon. I remember Phillip getting mad that the van wouldn't move...eventually we wound up back at the cabin. I pulled out my iPhone and started playing streetfighter 4 on it just right before I woke up.*
2nd dream: I was in the military...we had to do these long runs through towns and occasionally stop to ask for donations...we came acrossobe house and the leader of the group along with another jumped the fence and jumped back over...the lady that owned the house came out and started investigating why her fence had been jumped...I explained to herhe reason and she went back inside. We came across a factory that made huge fork lifts and ran inside there. We got caught up talking to a couple of guys and one gave me a pack of chew...Levi Garrett...we talked for a little longer and I woke up.

Took 100mg of B6 before I went to bed last night, then another 100mg during WBTB. I also decided to do my self-hypnosis technique, but that didn't work out very well when my cat kept stepping on me every five minutes.

1- Dreamviews of the Future
((Note: this was a very abstract dream and most of it is really difficult to put into words.))
Dreamviews is a physical place; I am exploring all of their new "features." I walk past a long line of people carrying musical instruments, whom I discover are all trying out for the new Dreamviews Marching Band.

Next, I am looking at some dream journals. Each journal is it's respective member's private home, or inner sanctuary. I visit at mine first and am somewhat disturbed to find a long and very explicit dream written out for all the world to see. Why would I post that in such detail?

I think of where I want to go next. I have been talking to Alice (from Resident Evil), and we have grown to be pretty close friends. So I decide to see what her journal is like. I should have known; entrance to her journal is painful and treacherous, as it is guarded by an imposing mound of thorns. Her "inner sanctuary" is more like an internal Hell, imprisoning her within her own dark thoughts. Poor Alice... I want to comfort her, but she resides in the very core of this prison. The dream ends as I am working my way towards her.

2- Saved by the Goddess
My getaway will be simple. Ditch these clothes, change into the ones left over by those imbeciles, and escape through the window. I have thought of everything; except, however, drawing the shades. One of the Emperor's cronies has spied me from the open window and has called for backup. My means of escape has quickly become my downfall.

I leap out the window anyway, and break into a run. There is still a chance I can get away, though now it will be far more difficult.

I make it as far as the road, a dry stretch of unpaved dirt, before I am surrounded. The Emperor and his men have me covered on three sides; the Dark Forest, brimming with werewolves and other man-eating atrocities, stands imposingly to my remaining side. They do not expect me to risk such a fate.

An Elven girl a few years my elder, one who I used to call Sister, grabs my arm and secures a handcuff around one wrist. "Come quietly, Princess. There is no way out." Before she can cuff my other wrist, I kick her roughly away, dodge around the Emperor's men, and take off into the forest. They dare not follow, but they don't need to. Almost immediately I am faced with a Hunter; a soul-sucking once human that reeks of fear and decay. One of the Emperor's favorite pets. He actually sent the Hunters after me? I don't know whether to be hurt or flattered.

Rather than have my soul taken, I quickly dart back to the edge of the forest where the trees are less dense. Hunters, along with all the other forms of Demon-spawn, would burn in this light. However, it also means that I am once more vulnerable to the soldiers...

To my amazement, a voice in by head booms, "Stay behind me!" Suddenly a large brown creature is running in front of me, which I recognize instantly as one of the envoys of the gods. I follow him without hesitation as he guides me through the treacherous forest. The sound of the soldiers' bewilderment from the forest's edge makes me smirk.

One out of the forest, I am met with one of my comrades at the outskirts of an old town. It is nighttime now, and avoiding the Demon-spawn will be more difficult. The envoy wishes me luck and is gone.

As soon as he disappears, we are attacked by a small shadow creature. A church is nearby, emitting light from it's stained glass windows. I throw the creature into the light, but it merely cackles. "That won't work on meeee!" it screeches. "I am not a mere shade! HE gave birth to me from his very flesh!" The creature flies directly at my face. I hold it back as my companion opens a vortex in the ground, which makes quick work of the enemy.

"We need to get inside," I instruct. But as soon as we enter the church, we are met by something potentially more dangerous than shadow creatures: crazed religious fanatics.

"Witches!" the ladies cry. "Burn them! Kill the witches!"

"Wait!" I protest. "We just want shelter here, same as you."

The ladies continue with their cries of death and burning until the oldest of them calls them to silence. She looks at my friend and I knowingly and points to the wall. "What does it say?" she asks me.

A single, three letter word is etched into the wall. Her. I repeat the word with some amusement. This church was once a temple to the Goddess. How ironic.

The lady details a story in which Merinia, an earth Goddess, was kidnapped and taken prisoner by the Demon King. Her power could easily have defeated the demons, if only she'd had her staff. The sacred object, however, had been stolen from her and lost somewhere in the world.

I stare at the lady in shock as she hands me a beautiful, intricately carved staff. "Is this...?" She nods.

"Save her," she tells me.

I exit the temple/church. Demon-spawn emerge from the ground almost instantly, but the incredibly power of Merinia's staff kills them all with a single blow. I am in awe.

Time passes. I have rescued the Goddess (though, it's more like She rescued me), and am now celebrating with my friends.
((Note: I don't think the name in the dream was given as Merinia. I know it started with an M, but I couldn't find an actual earth based goddess with a similar name, and since I couldn't remember it I had to make one up.))

In which I watch a silly Kurosawa film with E…

I live in a big house with an entertainment room set up with large, cushy couches and expensive electronic equipment. A giant flat screen TV is on my wall with speakers hanging all around. I’ve rented Rashoman, a movie that I’ve never seen but always wanted to.

(In real life, my house is nothing at all like this and I have seen Rashoman, but anyway this is a dream so let’s roll with it.)

Just as I’ve dimmed the lights and settled down on the couch with a bowl of buttery popcorn, there’s a knock on my door. I get up and open the door: it’s E, H and C. They ask what I’m doing for the evening, and I tell them that I’ve just sat down to watch a movie. H and C say they don’t want to watch it, and they ask if they can just hang out in my backyard. E, on the other hand, seems interested. He asks what movie it is and I tell him it is a Kurosawa flick. He says he’s never heard of Kurosawa, and I ask him if he’s seen Seven Samurai. He says he hasn’t, but he’s heard of it. I tell him that Rashoman is also a samurai film, and he seems excited to see it.

We go back to the fancy, entertainment room, and I tell E that Rashoman is a samurai adaptation of children’s TV shows from the 60s and 70s. He thinks this is really strange but I point out that Kurosawa made a few adaptations like that. I mention that Yojimbo was a samurai adaptation of Fistful of Dollars because I know that he really likes Clint Eastwood. He said he once saw a samurai adaptation of Macbeth and I said, “Yeah that was Kurosawa too!” We can’t remember what that movie was called though, and we think about it for a long time before remembering that it was Ronin. We talk about how much we love the scene in the end in which the archers all shoot arrows at Robert DeNiro.

So we sit down to watch Rashoman, but the first problem is that the subtitles are not in English. We can’t read what the people are saying, but that turns out to not be such a big problem as the plot is abstract anyway. First we see cartoon samurais singing the Ladybug Picnic song from Sesame Street. Then we see samurais in squares like at the beginning of The Brady Bunch. Then a bunch of samurais in miniskirts start dancing like on Laugh-In. Finally, a group of samurai sitting are around on beanbags drinking mate. Toshiro Mifune is one of them and he is wearing a fedora.

E tells me that this is ridiculous and that he doesn’t want to watch anymore. I’m embarrassed because I was only recently singing praises about Kurosawa. I tried to construct some argument about how he was making an ironic statement, but eventually I had to admit that the film was stupid. E went outside with H and C, and they all three called for me to join them. But I told them that I was going to finish the film since I’d already sat through half of it. E responded that I was just hot for Toshiro Mifune. Maybe so, I thought. He was a good looking man in his youth, I said, but I sure wish he’d hurry up and start killing people.

The phone rings and I get up to answer it. I'm not sure what happened then, but the next dream started with a phone call (though in a different setting) so I think they were back-to-back.

In which R is in the hospital…

A continuation of the dream above, I think.

I'm in line at the bank and I get a phone call from my mother and rush to the hospital because R has been in a car wreck. My grandmother and brother are there too. My mom explains that he has broken his neck and one of his vertebrae is lodged into a part of his brain. She says that he is in surgery to have it removed. This is expected to be successful and he should have a total recovery.

After his surgery is finished, we are admitted into his hospital room. His face and head is swollen and there is a large contraption, like an Xray machine, attached to his head. His limbs are being held down with belts and there are tubes coming out of his arms and chest. His eyes are open and he is looking around the room. I walk over to him and touch his face and tell him that he’s been in a car wreck but that he is OK now. He just looks around the room and doesn’t respond. I ask him if he is comfortable or if he has any pain. He still just looks around and doesn’t respond.

My mom is with me. She’s a nurse, and I can tell that his silence makes her nervous. I say, “maybe he can’t talk with all these tubes coming out of his chest.” She nods, cautiously. Then I lean over, close to his face and say, “R, can you hear me? If you can hear me, blink your eyes.”

He still just looks around the room randomly and I start to think that he doesn’t even see me or know that I’m there. This is terrifying, and I grab his head between my hands and shout at him, “Blink your eyes! Blink your eyes!” but he does nothing at all.

I start to cry and my mom pulls me away from him. R moves his arms around and gurgles. I look at him and realize that he is an empty shell. He is not conscious of being a person or that there are other people around him. He is simply an organism responding to external stimuli- whatever made him a person is gone.

I go out into the hall with my mother. My grandmother is waiting there with me. The doctor comes by and explains that the surgery was successful in that R can breathe on his own. But he has lost most of his brain functioning and now has the cognitive abilities of an earthworm. He says that it is a miracle that R survived, and that I should look at this as a gift from above to learn about compassion.

This makes me hysterical. I start screaming at the doctor that his practice is a modern day torture chamber. There is nothing miraculous about this- it’s a horror. R is dead and only his body is left over, kept alive by their interference. If there is no hope that he will ever recover then there is no miracle at all. It’s a miserable situation and I don’t want to hear any b.s. about miracles and gifts of compassion. My grandmother tries to comfort me.

I’m alone now thinking about everything I took for granted- all the days that R and I had together in which I didn’t tell him how wonderful he was and how happy I was to be with him. It was really a horrible feeling. I was also overwhelmed thinking about what to do next. He could live out another 40 years in this condition. He had not made a living will, so the hospital would probably keep his body alive even though he was dead. It seemed like a prison sentence to me that I would have to spend the rest of my life taking care of this hollow shell. Then I thought of the expense and how I’d never be able to work again, and I started to wonder if I could make him a ward of the state. When I asked a nurse about this, she told me that I was being selfish. But I told her that she was being foolish. If there was any hope that he could recover or that he could be aware of anything going on around him, then I would do anything I could to help him. This situation is hopeless though. He will never have any more consciousness than a slug. It’s cruel that he is being kept alive and also cruel that I should have to spend the rest of my life in poverty to take care of him.

Then I realized I needed to tell his family what had happened. R’s cell phone was destroyed in the wreck, so I didn’t have anyone’s phone numbers at the hospital. I didn’t want to go home because I didn’t want to leave him for that long before I figured out what to do and before I talked to his brother. So I decided to go to the hospital Internet café and send a FB message to his brother telling him to call me at the hospital. My brother was there, and he came with me to show me how to use the new computers. These computers looked like leaves with very long vines at the end that had to be connected to a large living stalk. I told him that I wished that technology would stop changing so fast. He connected me to the Internet and then left me alone.

I thought that R’s brother doesn’t check his Facebook page that often, so I decided to send a message to many people- V, A, S, R, and G. Once I’d compiled the list, I struggled with the words. If I just wrote “Tell V to call me- urgent” then I might put a lot of people into the horrible situation of not knowing what had happened. They would imagine all sorts of things and think that R might be dead. Normally when people need to talk about something like this, they say “Everything’s OK” or “R is doing fine” but in this case, it wasn’t true. He was not dead, but he was not doing fine. The news I had to share was so horrible that I couldn’t figure out what to do. I didn’t want to put any of them through the horror of wondering what was wrong while they made their way to a phone to call me. Sometimes the unknown can be worse than reality. But at the same time, I didn’t want to come out and tell them what had happened because it was so horrible that I wanted to do it over the phone- not on Facebook. Then I thought of R’s poor mother and how devastated she was going to be about all this. Really, this was all so upsetting that I couldn’t do anything so I closed the leaf computer and just put my head on the table and cried, wondering what to do. I couldn’t fly all the way to Delhi to tell them because I couldn’t leave R for that long. So finally I decided to go home and get my address book with all my phone numbers.

I asked my brother to take me home. We went down to the parking garage of the hospital and walked to his truck. It was smashed in the front, but the engine was still running just fine. My brother explained that this was the truck R was in when he got in the wreck. I looked at the truck in amazement. It hardly had any damage. How could he have injured himself so badly in a vehicle like that? My brother explained that the truck had rolled over several times so R had hit his head on the ceiling. But I looked at the roof of the truck and could see no indication that it had rolled.

“This doesn’t make sense,” I told my brother. He lit a cigarette and stood outside the truck. We were parked on the side of the road in front of the hospital. There was traffic all around us.

“I thought we went down to the parking garage?” I asked my brother. He turned around and looked at the hospital and the garage behind us. I realized that he didn’t really look like my brother.

“This is a dream,” I told him. But I felt buried down deep in it. I wanted out of the dream, but it seemed so heavy. I can’t really explain this feeling- it doesn’t make sense- but I felt like I was covered by the dream.

I started swimming in the sky up out of the dream. I could see the hospital and the road behind me. I swam up and up until I could feel myself inside my body in my bed. I was stuck in sleep paralysis. I tried really hard to wake up because I knew that I had to hurry up and find R’s brother’s phone number. I tried to swim up some more and finally woke up. It was 6 AM on Martin Luther King Day. I can’t tell you how relieved I was to discover that this was a dream. It took a good hour to shake off the horrible feeling.

I was a train driver mechanic and i was with some other train experts shall i say, must of been around the 1930's 40's

We was moving along the railway and somewas saying were coming up to a broken part of the railway where a bomb exploded, we braced our selfs and came off the track but connected back on we slowed down and came to a stop we got out our gear out and was going to repair is with wood but another train was heading along so we had to grabs our gear and run up a hill. that train disengaged from tracks and didnt connect back so it kinda went all over the place and tipped over but everyone was ok so we had more people with us now also we couldnt fix the tracks now so we got back in our train with more people added to it and carried on further to a dead end, this is where the dream gets weirder lol not a suprise as its a dream,

we came across water and there was an island ahead and we needed to get over to there. we got out kit out and started laying tracks across the see lol, we got in the train and moved it we eventually got to the island and everyone was abit screwed in the head lol, somone was saying to me do you remember me and i was like no and she was like yes you do,(I realised when i woke up she was my 4th grade teacher lol!).

And back to the dream there was a a ligh house and went in then went down this cavey looking water slide and came back out to the bottom of the island at bottom there was a deseased looking guy and his Dick was hanging out and was throbbing like wtf!! lol i said you deserve that then went back out, to see my experts found an old wooden plane,They started dismanteling it and i was like wtf guys we could use it to fly to mainland but they didnt listen and started making a plane train lol which didnt even work well by now the dream faded and i went into another one but thats for another time

Dream - Lucid

I was playing Starcraft, but it was with dinosaurs. I had to make two little triceratops swim across a lake to get to my base. One of them was yellow, and the other was green. They looked like Sara off of The Land Before Time. I saw a T-Rex's shadow and heard it coming, so I had to try to evade it.

Then, I was the Zerg race, and I couldn't find my base, so I started building one from scratch on a section of land. I was immediately attacked, and had to restart the game. I saw a little gray circle on the map, and went up to look at it. It was the perfect area for a base, and yet again, I had to start from scratch. I played around with it for a little while, building structures and warriors, even though I had started with nothing at all. I got attacked a few times, but I fought off the attackers. I remember seeing an option to build Zerg houses, but they were useless. You could build lighthouses too. Then, my game froze, and I had to restart it.

This time, it restarted right at my base, and I didn't have to start from scratch. My base was already there, and I had the Zerg drones to mine with and turn into Zerglings and such. They were moving super fast though, so that made it difficult to click on them.

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I was back in middle school, but I was taking college courses. My brother was there with me. We went to our Social Dance class, a class I've already taken in college in waking life. We were in a classroom instead of a dance studio. We listened to Paco, the teacher, introduce himself and talk. I zoned out since I had already taken the class. A bunch of people started to get up, so I got up too and followed them. We went into the band room, which looked like a regular classroom.

The 8th grade band was playing William Tell Overture. Supposedly, I was standing with a bunch of 7th graders, who were listening to the 8th grade band. I left, kind of embarrassed. I didn't return to Paco's class. Instead, I contemplated leaving to go home. I knew it was risky and I'd probably get caught, but I was 22, what could they really do to me? I'm not a kid anymore. I went down some stairs, and at some point, I saw a "gothy"-looking couple holding hands, walking down the hallway. I wandered into a lobby area. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't remember where I parked. There were people changing classes, and it was almost time for the next class to start. People started to thin out. I knew I needed to leave soon if I didn't want to get caught. I opened a door, and saw an empty hallway, with my middle school art teacher, Mr. Hayes, standing in there. I quickly shut the door. At some point, I saw my friend Sierra, and she said hello to me, but then I thought it was probably her younger sister.

I decided to look at my class schedule, which was embroidered on this little decorative pillow. It has half in Spanish, and instead of room numbers, it had vague directions on how to get to the classes. My next class was "Below JOUR 1-7". I thought that was kind of ridiculous.

Then, I ran into my mom. She told me that there had been a change of plans, and they were leaving to go to Oregon in 4 minutes. I asked why, and she started talking about some disease that started with an M. For some reason, I became depessed around this point. I kind of tuned her out, and started to think about what I could do since her and my father wouldn't be home. Drugs sounded like a good idea. Painkillers? Yeah. That's what I wanted to do. I thought of this as I went down another flight of stairs. I walked by Paco's classroom, and he had a chart out with a diagram explaining how to swing dance.

Then my alarm went off, and I woke up.

I'm in an open-air theatre play and I know there are bullies in the audience from when I went to public school. I have to be dressed as an antebellum Southern belle and skip in, climbing up a hill near a pier, and then somehow blithely run down the rickety steps onto the pier where a handsome gentleman is waiting, without getting my shoes caught in the boards. We haven't had a dress rehearsal (think of this as the classic Exam Nightmare for actors). It's the Fringe, and the whole cast keeps saying that as one might say, "Meh - it's only a rental car." I have: the dress, my hat, my hair to keep done up, an umbrella, and a Bo-Peep cane to keep track of while skipping down those stairs!

The audience is filling up with rampantly patriotic Americans and I'm not even confident I know all the words to their national anthem! I'm in the dressing room trying to get my hat and hair on straight, let alone prepare for the scene, when a bell rings and someone cues me to just go. I do, grasping my hat, umbrella and cane, and I discover I have to jump over a bunch of nets to get to the performance space. A bunch of animated Disney characters pop up in my path, so I improvise: "Oh, hello, little piggy! Isn't it a fine day?" and such, in a comically exaggerated Southern drawl.

I come to a net attached to a rope at the end of which is the American flag. I try to cross it, and get my shoe caught in it. The audience is getting restless and I have to go now! I rip the shoe out. A tough-looking female Homeland Security officer follows me and gives me a hard time: But this is broken, ma'am, we can't fix it, it's the flag, ma'am, someone's going to have to pay for that, etc., as long as I don't move out of her sight.

I have to go. I just run. I get to the pier, and there's my leading man, but the lights are blinding me and I can't see him to playfully poke him with my cane and then act all nonchalant as the opening gag. The music for "My Old Kentucky Home" is playing and I'm supposed to sing along. I don't know the second line, so it comes out, "...and the caissons go rolling along." Then it turns into that song about the flag, not America the Beautiful but the other one that they sang very frequently after 9/11, the one the heavy lady is famous for - Kate Somebody. I don't know it!

I wake up trying to remember it. It's been 25 minutes with this iPad beside my pillow and I still can't.

I know one trigger is that I saw the musical "The Parade" the other day - the one about Leo Frank. I thought I might play Lucille in the future. My coloring often gets me cast as Jewish, Italian, Greek or Middle Eastern women.