Good morning, everybody. I recall three dreams from "last night" -- although these dreams all come from about the last hour that I was in bed. Dream #1 I was in "my house," which was a two-floor house. I was in a bedroom on the second floor of the house. The curtains were pulled back. Outside, the sky looked grey and cold. I may have just moved into this house. I was kind of surprised that I had so much space. I'd never had this much space in my life. Still, the place wasn't huge. It was two floors, but it was rather narrow. Nevertheless, as I walked down the stairs to the first floor, I thought that people would see a guy like me living in a place like this, and, getting jealous, they'd try to break into my place. I tried to think of what I could do to prevent a break-in. I thought I would never use anything I owned while sitting near a window on the second floor. That way nobody would ever see that I actually owned anything. I thought that the only thing I would do on the first floor would be to watch TV, even though I thought that would be dangerous, too. But I figured that everybody owned a TV. So why would anybody want mine, too? I considered what I would watch on TV. I wondered if I had cable TV. I hadn't owned a TV in quite some tiime. Maybe everybody got cable TV nowadays. Or maybe, I thought, this place was like a hotel. And all hotels had cable TV. I may have considered watching some porn. Dream #2 I was in a living room of an apartment with a group of friends, none of whom I recognize. The friends were all young, pretty cool. The living room was a little dim, as if it were lit only from a light in the hallway, around a corner. I sat on the floor before a coffee table that was set against the wall. A stereo stood on the coffee table. Cluttered before the stereo were huge binders full of lists of karaoke songs. I had one book open and was flipping through the pages, trying to find a particular song. But the book was full of pictures instead of titles. Each page may have had two or three CD-sized pictures on each side. One picture I remember of a person (man?) standing over a dark landscape under a purple sky. There were so few pictures per page and so few pages in this book, that I thought the chances were slim of my song being in this book. And I couldn't figure out how the songs were arranged: not in alphabetical order, but in some kind of picture order -- if they were, in fact, in any order at all. I concluded that my song wasn't in this particular book. Somebody may have taken the book from me. I shuffled through some of the other books. I may now not even have been able to remember what song I wanted to sing. The covers of the binders were all really awesome. They had all kinds of flaming designs of people,guitars, and monsters. Each binder held song lists for a specific genre of music, and the picture on the front represented the genre. Sometimes the picture actually had the name of the genre written above it in fancy lettering. I finally chose a certain binder, figuring this was the genre of music I wanted to sing, so that the song I'd been looking for all along would probably be in this binder. Dream #3 I was at "my house," an apartment on the upper floor of a big building. The apartment probably had a living room and two or three bedrooms. The apartment was busy with a few other people, probably all older than me, some of them somewhat older. There weren't a lot of people in the apartment, but the craziness of their actions made it feel like the place was stuffed with people. The living room was bright, frenetic, and totally messy. The apartment was all mine, but the people who were here right now were trying to move in and stay here. For some reason, I really wasn't doing much about it. Just off from the living room was a small, bright hallway. At the end of the hallway was a little niche, in which was set a white, wood chest of drawers. The chest was a little more than a meter tall, and maybe 2/3 of a meter wide. Some old, short, fat, white man with a balding head, scraggly, grey hair, and a loose, stubbly face, had one of the drawers open and was crowding me away from it. I was fighting the man, trying to get him out of my stuff. This was my chest, and the man had no right messing around with it. But the man kept shoving me off. He was pouring stuff into the top drawer from out of a garbage bag. The old man himself may have been wearing a weird outfit that looked like a mix between a potato sack, long underwear, a mattress, and a garbage bag. I looked into the drawer. It looked like there were a bunch of small, empty,glass vials inside. It looked like vials that had once held drugs. I got really mad. Was this guy pouring garbage bags full of drugs and drug paraphernalia all over my house?
Decent night. Working on building my recall and discipline back up. The Girl Moves Out 1122: A very emotionally charged and memorable non-lucid. I live in the Daisetta house. My roommate is S, a former coworker girl from real life, with whom I had a very brief and destructive romantic relationship. That experience was about a year ago and we've never spoken since. So in the dream, she lives in my house. Her room is next to mine. It's nighttime. I walk into her room. She is watching TV. There are a a few piles of laundry waiting to be folded. On top of the clothing, a couple of cats are hanging out too. I sit and watch TV with her for a while. Her and I seem to quietly accept each other's company. She doesn't freak out or act upset like I am afraid she will. We are actually having a good time hanging out together. Then she leaves the room, I expect her to be right back. Maybe she went to the bathroom or to the kitchen. But time fast-forwards an hour or so and she hasn't returned. I walk out of the room and around the house looking for her. I run in to a strange man who startles me. I ask: "What are you doing here?!" He replies: "I'm one of the movers." Oh. I realize that S is moving all her stuff out. I walk out and find her in the backyard. We have this exchange: Me: What's going on? S: I'm moving out. Me: But I thought things between us were just starting to be okay again. S: (shakes her head) Me: So you're really leaving? You know I'm sorry.... She walks away and back to her room. I stand still for a moment. I am crushed. But at the same time I realize this was inevitable. I probably deserve it. I follow her back to her room. She is packing up things. I start to help her. We have this quiet moment where I sense we are both sad but also realize this is for the best. Soon, she's ready to go. I walk with her to the front door. At the last moment, she turns to me, looks me in the eyes and asks: "Why?" I know what she means. All I can say is: "I don't know. I guess... I just really really really liked you. Too much, I suppose." She gives me an understanding smile. She lets me kiss her on the cheek. We have one of those I-can't-believe-this-is-really-goodbye-forever moments. Then she turns and walks out to the street where a taxi is waiting. I close the door and reflect on what happened. Then I think I wake up for real. But my mind is still really wrapped up in the dream, so I continue in a daydream, which seems obvious because of how the plot changes from something natural to something artificial and movie-like. I'm still standing just inside the front door, reflecting on all that is happened. I miss her. I don't want her to go. But I also feel guilty and ashamed. Then I hear the door bell ring. I open the door and there is S. Her face is full of anticipation, like she's about to burst. She says "I really really really like you too!" And she kisses me passionately. End. I suppose that's how I'd like it to end, but it didn't seem satisfying. It didn't seem genuine. fragment School field trip to a secluded private park. Trying to watch birds mating. Most people are off playing football. I ask if they are playing a real game but they are just tossing the ball around like 3-flags up. I join and throw a few times. My throw is really weak. Umm... Yeah... I think I'm dreaming Method DILD (absurdity) 1237: I'm coming home from work. I'm walking along a bike path. I stop at a public restroom. I walk up to a urinal. I look down and I have two penises, one lined up above the other. Oh, I really must be dreaming. I nose-pinch and I can breath. But I wake up immediately. Dysfunctional TV Family 1346: Watching TV show on VHS tapes, on the big screen TV from the Daisetta house. The show is about a family with 2 daughters and a son. I think the parent is a single mom. The oldest daughter just finished high school. She had to take summer school classes to finish. The son drinks. The youngest daughter is a bratty and rebellious teen. In one scene, I sense I am in the car with the mom. We are in a grocery store parking lot. She backs out and then goes in reverse all the way out to the street. So we're driving down the street in reverse. Then she brakes and turns hard. The car starts to skid around and ends up going straight forward on the street. But it's a one lane street in both directions and we narrowly miss hitting an oncoming car. Now I'm back in the house, watching the show again on TV. I am worried that it's getting late and I need to leave soon. I look and see several clocks. On on the TV, one on the VCR, and a couple other alarm clocks on top of the TV. They all show different times. I don't know which one to believe. So I leave the room to find a clock I can trust. End.
(the setting and kitchen, office, views are exactly like my real life house) I am in my kitchen and all around me are people everywhere, some i no and some i dont know.....There was a real feeling something monumental was happening. I walked in and saw a bloody knife on the desk and called for everyones attention about it. two people were missing and some of us wanted to search for them and others felt they were unimportant..... I started to search my office and saw a black shadow running around under the u shaped desk.... I was looking uder the desk when i heard a loud trumpet, I looked out my window at the view of the mountain range and saw a bright box shaped light with gold vines wraping it i ran to the kitchen sliding door to watch it closer....it had other lights making a u shape in the distant view. it came closer and as it came closer some people became very excited and others enraged with anger.....some couldnt wait and others were ready to kill. I woke up before it arrived
Ive seen posts about dream designs matching people theyve seen. My"Zeus design", as ive come to find as the meanings of these symbols we randomly see are from when zeus split the human heart claiming it was too powerful. so i guess id be saying, i think my soul mate has the same symbol as a tattoo on her wrist. anyone with more insight, please help?
I was on a cruis ship that had a lot of biker type people on it. I was quickly put into holding as a prisoner and was aware i was a member of the sons of anarchy and the people holding us were the myans......i had a gun but no ammo. i convinced the myans to put me in holding with the rest of the sons where i was given a better gun with ammo by clay (the leader of the club) and was told to go out and kill the myans which i did
Just a fragment: There was a man with a Beatles hair cut, and he was talking with an English accent, but near the end of the dream, he gradually switched accents with an American, and it was like, the climax to some TV show he was on.
Jared is looking for a twinner I'm on top of some hill with my friend Jared and his gf. He really wants to look for his girlfriends soul twinner. Somehow we find her. She's wearing a black dress with the back of her hand against her forehead... is acting all very dramatic and stuff. Didn't get her name. Brother wtf I'm driving in didsbury with my brother. along one street a voice booms in my head, "Your brother can sense people's akashic records." And on cue my brother pulls up to some house where our friend Matt lives. He pulls up and I see paul coming out of the house. It's a wooden house and painted white with steps in the front... there are dogs on the steps. Their home seems to be in crisis in this dream and that's why my brother went there in the dream, because he picked up their akashic distress or something. weird I'm having dinner in my inner world house... All these people are over. This one girl goes outside and asuka tells me, "We need to keep her in here." So I follow the girl outside and see that she's mowing my lawn!!! She is on a slope and mowing the grass in a very messy way. For some reason we leave and I follow her to another house... It quickly turns to night time. We go into the back where there are some steps leading down to a back door. It's completely black out now and she lights up a smoke. I ask her for one but all she has is half ones. I take on anyway and we go in to sit on her bed and watch a movie. in the middle I ask if I can kiss her. but she ignores me, leaves the room and say's she'll BRB. I wait for what seems like hours and I decide to leave... but my dad is at the door. Brad pitt sucks Dream where I'm talking to Brad Pitt. He asks what i think of his movies. I say they are ok... the ones in the early to mid 90's i really like. Then I tell him that the movie "Troy," sucked. Not only was the acting terrible, but so many mistakes in the story. He says, Yeah he never realized that acting in that movie was a mistake until he actually watched it. HH stuff some Imagery of my hand a bunch of times. Tried many times to stay with the images but failed. I asked a few questions to guides but they only gave me stupid images... some of them were easy to repeat in waking life however.
November 17, 2010 The boyfriend (DEILD) I was dating this DC-guy. I remember trying to cuddle up closer to him in bed because it was cold in the room (RL bleeding through, I was doing the same thing with Jack while I slept). I remember getting on well with his family. He had a wayward brother who was kind of creepy. Turns out he's out on bail for murder charges. Yayyy. I woke up via lucid weaver alarm and was thinking about the dream, so I accidentally chained back in. Now, the boyfriend and I were at a school field trip. And we were mad at each other for some reason. There was one point where I was walking beside him, looking at him... smiling... trying to get him to soften up. Didn't work. So I gave up and decided to walk back to his house to get my things. He suddenly asked me to wait, but I was so upset, I continued on without stopping. Then, as I approached his house, I passed him and said I was collecting my things. "Good," he says. Okay, this isn't really how I wanted this dream to go. Back the trolley up here. This is like, the 3rd time we've passed each other now, and have blown each other off. So, the scene jumped back a few beats, and I told him I was collecting my things. He stopped me in the middle of the sidewalk and told me not to go, this is silly. Kiss and make up. Woke up to Jack's alarm.
November 16, 2010 The Assassin (LD) I start out watching the dream from 3rd person. There is a white-hooded guy who looks straight out of Assassin's Creed. He is staking out this house, and I know that I'm inside this house with Jack (and for this dream, we are special agents, which is why he's after us). Oh, coincidentally, I saw a commercial for the new assassin's creed game coming out, last night... I thought the hood-guy was creepy and I thought, "I'm probably going to have a dream about him tonight." Anyways, the assassin seems that he can't determine if we are in there. The window is dark and blinds are drawn and closed. He pulls out his cell phone, and I know he's dialing my number. He listens for ringing, but doesn't hear it. I'm now inside, first person. The lights are on, in this cabin, and I'm lying down on the floor, reading a comic. Jack is lying on the bed. We're both not moving, and keeping low. I shifted positions, but in doing so, I got up too much, which may have caused my shadow to show through the blinds (which Jack pointed out). I flattened down against the floor again, but turned somehow to look at the blinds. They were... open now? "Wait, how did the blinds open?" I asked. "Why are they open?" I didn't get an answer, but Mr. Creed was staring straight at me, through the window, looking quite happy to have caught his prey. I saw him draw a gun. Jack moved off to my right and I drew my own gun (out of thin air). We started firing at each other, at the same time. The window shattered and he jumped through it. I realized with all the stray bullets flying, we would need shields, so I conjured shields around both Jack and myself. The assassin and I went to magic. We threw psi balls at each other, and ended up back outside for our fight. I threw waves of fire at him, but this was proving ineffective. Falling back to my old standby, I shouted, "Moon prism power, make-up!" My clothes flashed and I was Sailor Moon. Not wasting a beat, I pulled out my wand (out of thin air) and shouted, "Moon healing escalation!" at Mr. Creed. It also seemed to not work, but the attack didn't cease, either. There was a constant flow of pink and gold energy from my wand, hitting his chest. I put all my strength into my attack and thought, "This will work!" and he exploded. I fell backwards, onto the ground, gasping. I could barely see, and felt like I got hit by a truck. Jack ran over to me, and was congratulating me on defeating Mr. Creed. I then saw another form appear, wearing a Sailor suit and two long white ponytails. She helped me up, and I regained my energy. She did not wear a tiara, she just had the crescent moon symbol on her forehead. "Queen Serenity?" I asked. She nodded. I threw my arms around her for a hug, and asked, "How are you away from the moon?!" She didn't answer (my DC's are usually slow that way). But admittedly, I didn't give her much of a chance, as I immediately said to her, "I must've restored the Silver Millennium in another dream?" She nodded and I made some comment to Jack about my dreams loving continuity and woke up.
Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake] I'm at the camp I went to as a kid [Not the one mentioned in the catchup post below, another one] with my dad. The lodge is a Marie Callender's [Cool!], and we're going out to dinner there. We get a table and order coffee and cookies. Mom is already there and tells us to come over and join her at her table. She's mad at us for not seeing her when we came in, or looking for her in the crowd. Dad and I get up and move to her table, bringing our coffee and cookies with us. While we're in the restaurant [I think], I start looking back at old pictures of myself on various camping trips. One of them is of my and several of my Literacy AmeriCorps friends, including Laya, Jen, and Chelisa. The oldest picture is from junior high school. It's a big, panoramic picture with lots and lots of kids and their camp counselors in it. I'm near the far right, next to Erica. [She didn't even go to my junior high.] Those of us who are on that side of the picture are standing near the grassy edge of a cliff; one of the boys on in the picture is pretending to be about to step off. I wake up in my current bed. I try several times to turn on the lamp next to it, but the bulb just flickers and sputters every time I try. I turn the knob until the flickering stops, tighten the bulb in its socket, then try again. Still nothing. I go out into the hall to look at the digital clock on one of our cable boxes, to see what time it is. It says 7:39, which disappoints me. Aw, man! It's time to get up, I think. Then I look again and see that I made a mistake: it's only 2:39. So, I get my notepad and start taking notes on the dream I just had. ...And then I woke up for real. This time, I remembered to do the nose-pinch RC. I was very annoyed with myself for not doing any RCs before and not catching the FA, especially when I realized that I had missed not one, but two of the classic dream signs, one right after another. My mind is great at giving me clues that I'm dreaming; I'm just oblivious. After that, it seems to take me a really long time to get back to sleep. While I'm trying to do so, I think, Oh, crap, I can't talk to Cj on the phone tomorrow at 9, because that's when I'm meeting with Frank. I get up, take my laptop into the study, and sleepily start writing her an e-mail explaining that we'll have to postpone our date to talk on the phone because I have a conflicting appointment. I'm working in Yahoo! Mail [which is what I use for my main e-mail account in reality], and press Send. Suddenly, annoying, circus-y music starts to play out of the computer's speakers, and the screen is filled with a weird, old, basic HTML page with a colored background. The page appears to scroll down automatically. One of the first things to appear on it is a single sentence of text that contains my name. This is what makes me realize what's going on: I've stupidly allowed my Yahoo password to get phished by entering it into a fake website, and now my laptop has a virus. I let out a long string of curse words (actually, the same curse word repeated many times). Windows starts scanning my computer, trying to fight the virus. Mom and P. are coming home. According to the digital clocks on the cable boxes, it's 12:02 A.M. Leaving my laptop on the floor of the study, I go outside to the street to meet them. They're coming home in a red VW New Beetle (where did they get that? I wonder silently), which they're parking on the curb across the street from our house, because our two regular cars [the ones we own in reality] are taking up both spaces in the garage. I come over to greet them as they're getting out of the car. As we walk back toward the house, I look at the side yard and see that there's a bamboo tree that sort of looks like a fountain there. Ooh, that's pretty! I think. P. goes back to put some more CDs in the New Beetle. [Neither it nor the bamboo tree exist in reality, of course, but I didn't realize that anything was strange until after I woke up. :/ ] I woke up for real at 5:00 and took down more notes. I realized in hindsight that it hadn't actually taken me as long to fall asleep as I had thought; at least part of the process, and everything after that, had been a dream. I didn't actually have any such appointment with Cj, anyway. I was amazed at how completely and totally this dream had convinced me that I was in reality. I'm indoors somewhere, and I'm wearing a cowboy hat. I look behind me and see my friend D.W. there, riding in a wheelchair. I think, Oh, good, she got a wheelchair. I feel the cowboy hat on my head and think, Oh, yeah, this is a dream. I can feel the by-now-familiar sensation of lucid-dream consciousness. I open my dream self's eyes and look very briefly at my hands, which appear normal, then up at my indoor surroundings. To engage more fully with my dream self and its sense of touch, I reach up to touch the brim of the cowboy hat with both hands, then take it off. I'm sitting in something [possibly another wheelchair, but I don't see it, so I'm not sure]. I stand up and try to turn around and talk to D.W., but just then, I heard my mom talking out in the entryway, which took my attention away from the dream, which instantaneously kicked me back into reality. ---------------------- Side notes: I should choose my MILD affirmations with more care. The ones I focused on the most this past night were “I am self-aware and in control in my dreams” and “I bring clarity, lucidity, and stability into my dreams.” These backfired rather spectacularly in my second dream of the night. It was perfectly clear and stable, and, as far as I could tell, I was just as self-aware and in control of my own actions as I am in reality. And yet, I never realized that I was dreaming. I focused on that aspect more as I was trying to get back to sleep after 5:00, and it worked, if only briefly.
Awake, Non-lucid, [Commentary made while awake] [These are all my dreams from the past week or so that I hadn't gotten around to typing up and/or posting to this DJ, until now. Most of them are pretty fragmentary because I wrote about them from notes long after the fact. None of them were lucid. My most recent dream, from last night, will be in a separate post, because it's longer.] Night of November 10-11 I take a lengthy tour of a camp I've been to several times, answering questions asked by people who have never been there before. We're all there for our organization's annual fall conference. There are two cabins up high on a ridge, and a big meeting/dining hall on the low ground, right near the entrance. [I knew it was that camp while I was in the dream, even though it has a completely different layout in reality. This was a pretty long dream, but I can't remember any more details now.] I'm with Ariel from the Disney version of The Little Mermaid. We're finding our way through a Little Mermaid-themed maze. It's one of several mazes at Walt Disney World. Night of November 11-12 Mom, P., and I are out to dinner at a restaurant with an outdoor patio. P. asks me if I got any gumbo the last time we were there. I answer that no, Dad ate it all. I see a two-year-old girl on the street. I walk with her back to my grandparents' house. The front door of the house has two separate sections that can open and close independently of each other. We get into the house by opening the top section of the door first. When we get inside, we discover that my grandparents have a new, upright, Scrabble-like electronic board game in their house. It involves a countdown timer. Night of November 12-13 I'm in my current house, and I listen to a voice mail from a publishing company. I return their call and talk to them. We try to organize a live interview in 30 minutes' time. They're even willing to give me directions to their office over the phone. We don't schedule the interview for 30 minutes from now, though, because that's not enough time for me to shower and get dressed. They put me on hold for a bit. When they come back, we agree on next week instead. They expect me to bring a completed, polished novel manuscript with me to the interview so we can talk about it, and I don't have one, so I think, Okay. I only have one week to finish one of my novels. My hair is long and in a French braid, and I decide to leave it that way and not wash it before the interview. I'm with my friend Jane R. She's trying on a cute dress made out of a towel-like, terry-cloth material, and I'm helping her adjust it. I'm watching an episode of “Rugrats” in which one of the babies helps teach another how to use the potty, and they are found by one of their moms. When I woke up, I went, Oh. I guess I don't have to have one of my novels finished by next week. Although that would be nice. I think I had that dream about the interview because I was worrying about how I was going to balance writing, studying, and job-hunting just as I was going to sleep. Night of November 14-15 A Christian band sings a song about their dying dog. I'm watching the pilot episode of a superhero TV show. The show will have a superhero team consisting of 5 boys and 3 girls. I will be one of the girls on the team. I know this from watching the show's opening. Night of November 15-16 I'm at a church camp, standing outside the little trailer where the leader of the camp is staying. His wife is sitting on a chair outside the trailer. She tells me that I can't talk to him right now because he's sleeping. I'm getting ready to leave the camp. I'm in the process of moving my stuff out of the space in and around a twin bed in a cabin, but I'm not done yet. I come back into the cabin to continue packing, and there's another girl already lying in my bed. I tell her that I was using the space, but I'm vacating it and she can have it now, but she has my permission to play with my teddy bears. Three of my teddy bears are lying on the end of the bed [I own all of them in real life]. She answers that no, she'll take the responsibility for cleaning the place up. A third girl who is also in the room asks me, “Can I at least do your makeup?” I look at my face in the mirror next to the bed and see that it has red blotches on it, and several large zits, including two on the left side of my jawline. I agree to let the girl do my makeup, and we go over to another wall of the room, where there is a dresser with various cosmetics on it. I see that one of the bottles of makeup is labeled inception, and I think, Oh, cool. I didn't know that was the brand name of the makeup I used. [*facepalm* Oh, dear. That really should have clued me in that I was dreaming.] I reach for this bottle, but the girl who offered to do my makeup chastises me, snapping at me to spray myself first with an alcohol-based antibacterial cleanser that comes in a pale teal bottle. I do so, wiping it over my face with a cotton ball.
This is the closest thing to a truly lucid dream that I've experienced to date. It's now a recurring dream I suppose, since it's happened once or twice before. In this one, I fade in and out of awareness (that I am dreaming) and seem to have some limited control at times. In the beginning, I'm back in that funhouse mansion - but now, the changing rooms have all stopped, like a powered-down amusement park. It almost seems like they were the same rooms all along as they are now. Was the rest all an illusion? I'm somewhere on the second floor - whoever I am. I'm dressed in a light black robe and I have red hair (I don't). I make my way through the rooms and down the stairs to the exit. I'm a little afraid to go, but I have to. There are points where I close my eyes in anticipation of what I'll see in the rooms - events are the same as the first time I dreamed this, and in this dream I remember that. For a moment, though, I'll remember either who I am or that I am dreaming and move more confidently. The feeling would fade away after a short time. After besting the trials of the manor, I exit into a dark and humid urban environment. Before me is a long straight road, with hazy light fixtures on either side. It looks like I'm seeing it through a car window, but I'm just standing there. Elsewhere there is a grid of featureless buildings and between them, a labyrinth of little roads. A few people come and go. Someone speaks to me -- I don't remember ever seeing him -- and I am running as he does, following some unfamiliar girl. She falls and is injured, and a man appears and carries her. He's stocky, but quite agile, and fairly vulgar from what I remember him muttering. The disembodied voice is telling me that I am looking at one point in my life, in the universe, on a time line. That everything has already "happened," and as I hear him, things slow down. For a moment I feel aware again, and I move back and forth through time by a few seconds. It feels more like reading a book, though -- but I don't feel disillusioned. It seems so right and reassuring. We three runners come together before some fourth figure -- the source of the voice, no doubt. Some words are exchanged but things have faded heavily and I enter a different dream.
So I'm at an office with J and we're filling out some paperwork to get discounted wine. The package comes with 20 bottles, but the bottles themselves are really small. So I back out of it, and just wait on him to finish. I forgot what the total came to, but I helped him out on it, and when we were leaving, there was a lot of people there all of a sudden. We started heading out, and there were four different exits. J was nowhere in site, so I just headed off to the door on my left. Exiting out of the building, I was holding the door open for a woman, but she went in through the employees entrance, so I kept holding it for the group behind her. Some guy decided to say something smart about the clothes I was wearing. I think he got all arrogant because he was with a group of at least 6 people. I told him outright, "man, F you". He turned around, and got in my face. He came up to me and asked me what I said, like he didn't hear it again, and I repeated myself. Then I told him "this is going to be really stupid to get in a fight over some clothes". Right then two of his home boys came up, and I started backing off so I wouldn't get surrounded. He threw the first punch, and I dodged it. Punched him in the face, and he took it really well. Like one of those strong DC types. I punched him in the face again, and he started talking junk. Just right then, I ducked, dodging one of the other guys punches. I headed back to the first guy and punched him in the stomach several times and discovered thats where he's weak at. Then I turned my attention to the third guy, let off a combo, and ran off a bit. When I turned around, I noticed the first guy was bent over; still trying to recover from the attack. I was at the bottom of this hill that lead to a side walk, so I decided to run back up and throw the guy down the hill. He landed right on the sidewalk, and that was pretty much it for him. I kept fighting the other two DC's while yelling out for J's help, but he never show'd up. So I kept trying to take the fight closer and closer to where he parked at while owning these guys until the dream faded.
Mexican Excursion Non-lucid I'm driving on what I recognize in the dream to be I-69 S, a highway I used to take to get to my girlfriend's old house. I miss a major dreamsign here, because I know for a fact that I69 doesn't go south, it only goes north of my house. Anyway, I'm driving down the highway, and see the sign for the Mexican border. Oddly enough there are no checkpoints, tollbooths or anything, just a sign. I decide 'What the heck, I'll go on a little adventure, I'm not doing anything today. So I head on into Mexico. For some reason I'm driving on a bridge over a forest now, I look down and see thousands of trees as far as the eye could see. I'm distracted by something and I drive off the bridge. I guess I got knocked out, when I came to, my car was no where in sight. I call my mom, and say 'Guess what?' She apparently knew I was driving near the Mexican border, because she says 'You didn't decide to go to mexico just because you were driving so close did you?' I laugh and tell her I did, only I accidentally drove off the bridge. She sighs and we hang up. I start searching for my car, still chuckling to myself about how she knew what I did. There is a large, slow moving river with several logs laying across it. I cross the river, and start searching in the direction of the US. I climb a hill, and find a man at the top. The man doesn't speak much English, but he speaks more than I speak Spanish. He asks me if I have lost my car (ROFL). I tell him I have, and ask him to help me find it. He agrees and starts asking me questions about the car in English. I answer him in Spanish. (I managed a fast food restaurant for a year or so, and picked up a bit of Spanish from my cooks) Jump We are now in the sewers. It's not stinky as you might imagine, but it's dark, damp, and a little chilly. I am not looking for my car anymore, I am looking for a little girl. He thinks she might be in here, so we continue searching. We find a child's doll on the ground, in a spot of light shining down through from the surface. We turn down that corridor, and reach a small room. (Like the sewer rooms from Oblivion) He turns around and pulls out a pistol. He speaks perfect English now, and tells me his story. Of course I don't remember the story lol. He is pointing a pistol at me the whole time, and the little girl is behind him. After he finishes his story, I take his pistol, point it at him, and with the girl, start backing out of the room. After we get out, we turn around and start running. The man's younger associate comes runnning after us with a Kriss smg (I had read an article about them the night before) He catches us and we are now in a tiny cage, barely enough room for us both. He holds up the cage, and suddenly I've got long, slender, razor sharp teeth. I decide I feel like an animal in this cage, so I bite his fingers. I imagine how painful that would be, having my long teeth tear into his flesh. Ouch. He lets go of the cage, and catches it with his other hand. Then he stupidly holds it by the bars again, so I give him another chomp. I wake up. I now notice that not once in the dream did I see the little girl. Also the man who I met in the forest looked like Mr. Panucci from Futurama. LOL
A man is threatening me by holding a knife at my throat. I remember that being attacked or threatened is a common dream sign for me so I do an RC. I become lucid so I immediately ignore the current situation and start flying. I am on the field of Troy high, and I fly over the trees in great swoops down to where the freshman dorms are. I land. I think about how tactile sensations are imagined in the dream despite the fact that reality checks (like blowing on your hands) are imagined. I try pinching myself to see if I can feel pain. I think about teleporting somewhere (can't remember where) so I close my eyes and try to visualize it. I start to feel my physical body lying in bed so I quickly open my eyes back to the dream again. I try flying to downtown Troy but I lose lucidity at some point after that.
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