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Não lembro exatamente por que, mas eu estava na sala de aula e fui bater uma foto do Lucas Leopoldo e de sua namorada. Quando fui tirar a foto, várias pessoas ficaram atrás deles e fizeram um coração enorme. Achei a ideia interessante. Em um outro momento, vi que haviam uma vaca, uma cabra, um gato, uma galinha e um ovo na sala (não me perguntem). Decidi bater uma foto disso. Os animais montaram uma pirâmide, sendo que o ovo e a galinha ficaram em cima do gato, que estava em cima da cabra que estava em cima da vaca (?).
Acidentalmente, a cabra comeu o ovo da galinha, estragando a foto. Fiquei nervoso e dei um empurrão nela. A cabra ficou nervosa e veio tentar me atacar. Consegui evitá-la com os pés rapidamente.
Bateu o sino para o recreio, então desci e fui para o pátio da rampa (que possuia uma rampa do lado oposto da que já existe).
Gustavo e Gabriel estavam brincando de jogar uma shuriken de papel um para o outro. Resolvi me juntar a eles. Várias vezes a shuriken caiu em baixo da rampa que não existe. Então, chegou o Arnaldo com uma bola de vôlei, então desistimos da shuriken. Em um momento, eu e Arnaldo nos desentendemos, mas acabou tudo bem. Em outro momento, eu recebi a bola e dei um chute de trivela, que fez a bola bater em uma máquina de refrigerante, em um freezer e entrar na cantina. Eu rapidamente me virei para a mesa onde meus amigos estavam sentados (na tentativa de disfarçar), enquanto Arnaldo entrou na cantina para pegar a bola.

Good morning, everybody. I remember four dreams from last night.

Dream #1

I was in a big airplane, either in the cockpit or near it while its door was open. In the plane were just me, the pilot, and one of my male friends. The sky outside was grey and wet.

We were taxiing down a runway. We picked up speed, as if we were going to take off. But we weren't getting up enough speed, in my opinion.

I could see from outside and just above the plane. The runway we were on looked way too short for our plane to get up enough speed to take off.

We taxied around the runway roads, clockwise, trying to loop back around and hit the long runway again with a little bit of momentum so we could build up enough speed to take off.

But somehow we ended up (as if we had been travelling counterclockwise) driving the plane outside of the airstrip and onto a strip of road before a large, Victorian-style house. The house was adjacent with the chain-link fence bordering the airport.

A military man in camouflage stood beside the airplane, talking with the pilot, as if he were just standing beside the window of some bus, not a huge airplane. The military man was older, white, tanned, with shortish, square-cut, white hair.

The military man said that the town in which this airport was located was being evacuated soon, anyway. Once it was evacuated, nobody would mind us using the public streets as a runway. That way we could easily get up enough speed to take off.

The military man said, "Heck, maybe even some of the people we evacuate out of the town would like to fly some planes with you!"

Somebody, maybe I, suggested that we get "some of those little planes" (in my mind's eye I saw cone-shaped planes maybe 3-4 meters long, painted white with red triangles pointing away from the nose). The "little planes" could easily get up enough speed to take off from a small runway like this.

We drove the plane away. The military man said he'd order some of "those little planes." He may even have started talking with a younger military man about the order.

It was now night. I stood before the Victorian house, in some little niche set between the wall and the staircase up to the front door. In the niche was an old-style, wooden podium. The podium may have held a big book.

I was probably here to talk to the military man regarding the little planes. I wasn't trying to speed up the order. I was actually trying to figure out what the planes were, to see if they were the right things to use. But I figured my being here to ask about the planes would make me look impatient, and that I'd get on the military's bad side because of it, if I didn't do things the right way.

Somebody came out to talk to me. He was a younger soldier, in formal dress, even a hat (which kind of looked like a Nazi hat). He explained a few things to me about the higher-ups' names. I tried to keep it all in mind.

The man saluted me. I was so surprised that I saluted back, with tears in my eyes (for some reason). Somehow I could see the man reflected in my tears, as if the tears were the surface of sunglasses.

I was alone again. I turned to the book in a frenzy. I had just forgotten everything the man had told me. The high-up military man's name was Wellinghoff. Or was it Norris? I couldn't remember. And I couldn't remember the correct titles of all the higher-ups, either.

Dream #2

I was in a bookstore or library. It had an old feel to it. It was all made of wood. It was open, with a ground level and probably a balcony level running along the walls. The ceilings were very high. The center of the store was mostly small, wide tables with books displayed on the. The walls were lined with shelves.

I saw, from high up, a couple of my female friends. One of them was aw woman I haven't seen since college. I decided to go say hi to them.

To get to them I began climbing down a wooden pole about 20cm in diameter. I was climbing down the pole head first for a way. Then I did some weird kind of fllip move so that I was climbing down feet first.

I ended near some small, tight, spiral staircase, for which this long pole may have served as a support column. The pole seemed to end a couple meters above the ground. I had to jump the rest of the way down. The two women were right nearby.

I slowly, flexibly reached away from the pole. I relaxedly leapt away from the pole, almost as if I were floating away from it. I landed very softly on my feet.

Thinking that the women would think I was showing off with all I had just done (I wasn't exactly sure myself how I had done it), I started talking naturally to act like nothing had happened.

I began fumbling through a couple of books and even something that looked like a mix between a woman's wallet with a tiny mirror on the front. The wallet may have been a dark blue suede, and it may have had some black and white photo of a famous actress or famous work of art on it.

Dream #3

I was in a department store. The store looked kind of cheap and run-down. I was now at the counter, getting my stuff rung up. The person ringing me up was a woman, but I don't know if she was older or younger.

Something went wrong, and the woman needed to wait before she charged me. I decided to walk around the store some more.

Off to the left of the cash register and a little ways away was a rack of really cheap-looking lingerie. For some reason, I decided to look through it. I took a few items off the rack, as if I were either going to buy them or try them on.

At some point, I came to the conclusion that I was in a Victoria's Secret.

I looked down into a plastic tub (?) which had a few stray pairs of panties inside. I figured that if I was buying or trying on the lingerie, I'd also need to try on some panties. So I tried to pick some out.

I remember one pair of panties that was like a thong, pale yellow, with a cottony back and a sheer, net-like front with flower designs on it. Another pair was like briefs. The material was blue like denim. But it had a weird, scaly look and feel.

Just to my left was a window wall. Just beyond the wall was another rack of lingerie. A big, tall, black man in a black t-shirt and sunglasses was fingering through the lingerie. I could see that he was also looking for articles of lingerie to try on.

Dream #4

I was in "my shower," which was a shower-only stall. It was set into the end of the narrow bathroom.

Either my shower curtain had broken or I had decided I'd needed to adjust it somehow. I took the curtain off the rod. Then I tried to put it back on.

I suddenly realized that by taking the curtain off the hook I'd screwed everything up. The curtain was actually just a gigantic plastic bag, like an enormous version of a grocery bag. The bag had been folded around the rod and against the wall (even into holes in the wall?) in so many weird ways that I likely couldn't replicate it.

I figured I'd do my best and try to re-do things. I was up on the wall, looking down on the shower curtain. I don't know how I was up there -- possibly by holding myself in place by doing the splits and holding each foot against the wall? I began working on the gigantic plastic bag.

Cant remember much detail about last nights dreams(maybe thats a good thing), they were very fragmented and vague.

In a desert landscape, there's a house and I am having sex with this women... eventually it ended and I leave feeling unsatisfied.

...This time I am sitting with my nephew he is actually about 16 but in the dream he is just a child, he asks if I want to play a game. I said sure so he hands me an identical toy gun to his. “Let see who can spin this the longest” pointing to the cylinder of the gun. Strange it was almost as if he didn't know it was a gun he had in his hand. Anyway I play with him a bit and I notice that the guns are actually pellet guns. So I explain this my nephew whom seemed amazed. I then have a look at his gun and see that the spring mechanism isn't working. I then try to fix it...

... weird dream about these four dancers dressed all in black and one is a little chubby fat kid but boy could he spin on his head.

...at an awards ceremony and there are 3 rock musicians dressed in drag accepting an award. I get the impression that they are not gay, it seems its just an act to make them stand out. The one musician who accept the award says, “ Thank You, now I can finally get changed into something normal”

November 28, 2010

I fell asleep thinking about Corrie (I was watching it at work, earlier) and watched a scene take shape around me. I seemed to be looking through Sophie's eyes. I was in a room with Kevin and Rosie, eating some cookies Rosie had made.

They started making me feel ill, and she started laughing, saying they were a prank. I got really upset. There was a handbag nearby, which the dream very quickly told me was a present from her to me. I started dumping things out of it, saying I didn't want it. She told me she bought it cos she really wanted it, and knew that after this prank, I would give it back to her. The nerve!

Jack woke me up, and as I laid in bed, seeing if I could pass out again for another hour, I wondered... what's the deal with really expensive handbags anyways? Why would anyone shell out thousands of dollars for something to carry things in? <- Rhetorical question, btw

November 22, 2010

Lucid fragment involving me trying to choose a dream. I kept getting "Dream Serial # 2250." I was trying to upgrade my dream to "Dream Serial # 5000."

November 23, 2010

I don't remember anything before this, but I remember pinching my nose to check for dreaming. I could breathe, so I tried again to be sure. I sucked in a huge long breath through my pinched nose and I was satisfied. It's too bad I couldn't see anything. I calmly waiting for a scene to take shape around me. I tried to imagine maybe being inside a room or something. Nothing, and I soon woke up.

November 18, 2010

I was in school... but the exact location I was at looked remarkably like the area at work where the main floor electrical room is at. Don't remember why I was there, but this class mate (DC-male) found me, and led me back to class. He put his arm around my waist, which made me think, "Wow, he's friendly... well, alright just go with it..."

Back in class, it seems they were setting up to watch a film on the projector screen. I was going to go back to my seat, but the guy (we'll call him Charlie, for kicks) suggested I could take one of those empty chairs in the corner and sit next to him.

Well... alright. I did so, and he leaned against me for cuddles. "Oh dear. This is definitely going a bit too far. I should tell him I'm with Jack, but I don't want to hurt his feelings..."

The dream dissolved and as I was lying in bed, thinking over the dream, I thought, "Oh, just a dream... I should've just gone for it and gotten lucky then!" "But I don't want some random stranger DC... I want Darren."

And so, I had an image of Darren come before me... we talked... hinted towards DTD. He was totally game. Not to go into too much detail, for the sake of your stomaches, but we didn't get very far when I heard a tiny little voice call out, "Daaaaaad?"

"It's so hard to get any privacy when you have kids!" Darren said.

"Haha, yeah... It's probably nothing, just ignore it," I said. Try to will the voice away...

But the kid was persistent for Darren's attention. I sighed in defeat. "Alright, lets go check on him," I said.

There was an adorable little blonde haired boy laying in bed. He complained he felt sick. I felt his forehead, and it didn't feel alarmingly hot to me. Darren did the same. He discussed taking him to the hospital anyways, but Darren said it should be okay, but we'll keep an eye on him. Dream dissolved.

Alright... here's the deal. I was going to bed just now and noticed I wrote something in my DJ in the middle of last night that I don't remember writing... I don't remember anything from this entry, I don't remember waking up and writing in my DJ and this entry in my notebook is full of spelling errors and I obviously wrote that in the dark because it's all messed up. Here it goes...

• My brother needed to measure my bedroom while I was trying
• He said he needed to talk to me about something important
• He went too see our upstairs neighbors to tell them to put their music down
• I went to the corner store with my ex in the middle of the night (I still see her often and we actually do that sometimes)

Now even if I don' remember a thing, I double checked everything and yes, I did dream it all.

Making these posts online has helped my dream activity but tonight was the exception, though not totally boring. They can't all be gems I guess.


Dream 1: The Loading Docks
I was outside and I came to a building I recognized from a previous dream and entered this huge loading dock for the larger truck types. There were maybe 15 or 20 loading bays for trucks to pull up and unload, which made for a very long warehouse. This time there were only a few people milling around, not working. I assumed they were dreamers dreaming of their work conditions and started to explore. The place was huge beyond anything I have ever heard or seen and it was so huge that it killed any desire for me to survey trillions of crates piled high with boxes. So I started to do some jumps and flips (which are really short flights).
I imagined having a light-saber and then I did (the two sided type) and an opponent appeared also with a light-saber. I knew this opponent was just a replicant (a self created dream character tied to my mind for its continued existence). I spared with it a little doing some really cool in-air flips and jumps in a small mock fight. It was a little like the Matrix meets Star Wars. The replicant did not attack because I wanted to do all the moves myself, I wanted to feel the feeling of spinning through the air and coming down to the ground with a mean clash of our sabers! It was pretty cool. After I got my fill I smiled to myself, looked around at the boring warehouse and intended to leave the dream.
I awoke a bit but didn't think it was important enough to write down.

Dream 2: Warehouse #2
Finding myself in yet another drab warehouse got me pissed off. This one was different being much darker and much smaller and had guys working hard loading the one truck and there was an actual staff doing different jobs as well. "More dreamers toiling away." Not only all this but after a few minutes I could feel the radiation (telepathic emotions) of the supervisor, who was operating a forklift, and he was hating me for not helping out like I was lazy! There was NO WAY I was going to work at this crappy-assed job while I am SLEEPING! So I milled around a bit to get him off my case, I didn't want him to create a scene. I made like I worked there and people started to say "hey" or nod their heads to me as I walked, up an aisle, by their work stations. They were assembling some electronic equipment parts in little spaces under the large metallic shelving and each station had one florescent light above. It reminded me of a place I had visited before but I could feel the place's vibe and it was different so I continued walking. I walked up to a lady assembling something at a workstation at the end, and blocking the end a bit, of the aisle I was walking up. There were some cables on the floor and when I paused to step over them she said hello. I nodded a curt hello and stepped over the cables and other assorted junk to get beyond her station. I did npt want to be nice to anyone lest they pull me into their dream activities. One moment your saying hello and the next your lucidity is gone and your doing things you had no intention of doing, the dreamers can pull me into their illusion the more I interact with them I have found. There was a long aisle beyond her station but with no people in it, just boxes and metallic shelving.
Awoke a little angry at the tedium of my nighttime activities but to be fair I had not gone to bed soon enough and was letting fate, or whatever, pick the places I was in.

Needed to cover a house from the sun. used sandwich meat pieces. 6 cats lived on the 2nd story of the house, it was white. I was trying to DVR the geico woodchucks commercial

There were a few people in a duty room talking about girls that liked punk music. I showed them my songs online then stopped and pulled out my acoustic guitar. It was baby blue. When i picked it up out of the guitar case it was like a big pillow and the neck bent and it was fluffy. When i sat down to start playing it it looked like a guitar again. I needed a tuner so i asked my friend to grab it, and he said here lemme just do it. He played a cool melody and was like yep it's in tune. So i moved the capo to where i needed it and started trying to play. I couldnt get my fingers on the write notes and started just winging chords that sounded okay. I got nervous and told them i was just warming up. I then realized that the neck of the guitar was HUGE and i couldnt get my fingers to the strings. So i grabbed another guitar (one that i actually have) and started to play. Then i woke up.

Sam Meyer Joined the coast guard, John and tabitha were there we were all partying and she got sick and started throwing up so he brought her to the bathroom. Sam, Myself and 2 guys from boot camp were callin Sam "Tim Jangles". I was making whistling noises and making a hick voice. We were in a big package store with shoes and stuff. People from my station were there all laughing.

Met a girl from an online site, with her friend and my best friend. We all stayed at a Hotel. The Hotel had a roller coaster track down a mountain. We left to the roller coaster from the pool, i had a hard time getting out of an elevator on the way. The train lost brakes and we ran a service vehicle off of the tracks, I injured my arm. Dylan and Phil were there. And there were 2 girls shopping.

lucid

I became lucid in a mini mall parking lot... my brother was there but I ignored that. Everything went really vivid.I wanted to try time dilation. So I found a table and stared at it. I traced a clock shape with my fingers. I bean counting seconds and I saw units of time as tracers come from the clock I was drawing. they rose up and expanded. But then everything faded quickly.

stuff

Started out in my inner world. I was reading some bach like music notes and palying them. (I almost remembered the sequence I was playing). But Bach is always confusing at first unless I play one bar 20 times in a row... After a while I got bored. My dad came back with some woman... In the dream they drove to kelowna and back.

I was outside with this woman. Don't remember exactly what we talked about.

This is the 3rd dream in a month I was riding a BMX bike! There was a beginning and end to this dream that I only vaguely recall. I had this dream last night:

I was hanging out in my neighborhood and when a white car started to follow me. I remember I rode away on my bike causally at first but he kept coming. So I peddled hard, cut through the park and double backed uphill to my house without getting winded. I completely lost the person who was following me and I clearly remember crossing the street most likely to bump into him while doubling back to my house. He was not there either.

I never got tired and I easily had my bike up to 25mph+ When I reached my block, there was a lot of activity and cars parked on the street. Lots of neighbors were in front of their houses.

In May and July 2010 I spent many nights trying to induce dreams about my house and city, and didn't have one that I recalled. Now I am having regular dreams about my city, and strangely, my old bike! I was fortunate enough to have my own car at age 16, the incorporation of my bike to escape from "threats" is an old dream theme.

In the past I have noticed that dream seeding takes weeks of build up, then often, those planted themes become regular. This happened with the High School dream theme.

I got a weird night's sleep last night. I made a sound file a few nights ago that has five hours of silence and then five seconds (a bit too long but I'm too busy to remake the file) of a sound and then an hour of silence and the sound and then another hour and the sound. I played it last night and I woke up at 4 when I heard the noise slightly confused and just really tired. I fell back asleep and none of the subsequent sounds woke me up at all. I also don't remember any dreams and I didn't feel rested at all even though I got about 3 more hours of sleep than usual. It wasn't the first time I had listened to the track and it woke me up every time before (and didn't prohibit me from getting a good rest) but last night I just didn't sleep very well.

Hopefully I'll sleep better tonight.