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I was in a graveyard. It was daytime, and in the graveyard were remnants of the Pantheon. I had to knock over the pillars. When they came crumbling down, I discovered that they were hollow! Inside of the hollow pillars I found a small wooden artifact, in the shape of a cube. It was made of soft light wood, and on the top there was a painted picture of a purple flower. I opened the artifact, which looked like a very simple cube shaped jewelry box. Inside there were 6 rings.

Next thing I know, I am being chased by the authorities. They want their artifact back. I am running with Zboy, and the cops are cornering us in the graveyard. I had a legitimate reason not to give it back to them.

Seconds before the cops take a swing at us, out of thin air comes a girl with flowing long blonde hair on a trendy red motorcycle. She is flying downwards and her front tire hits the top of cop's helmet and he is knocked unconscious. She continues in the air before dissolving. Before she is completely vanished, she drops Zboy a pair of black binoculars.

"She's a time traveler...Like me." Zboy says.

"I didn't know you were a time traveler."

"I am. Using these binoculars, we can also see who are time travelers."

Later, we go to eat lunch at a crowded restaurant. It is similar in style to a cafeteria. We sat at a large, circular table with a few other girls sitting across from us. One of them in particular had brown hair full of tangles. I didn't pay much attention to her, but I could still tell that she was mean-spirited. She had black eyes. This part of the dream was extremely vivid. Her eyes were not 100% black, but had a bit of reflective gray in them. It was certainly not her iris though.

I didn't pay much attention to her, however. Zboy was looking through his binoculars while he waited for me to finish eating. I looked over at him for a minute and saw that he had gone pale in the face.

"What's wrong?" He handed me the binoculars and told me to look at the creepy girl in front of me. I brought the binoculars to my eyes. Suddenly, the girl went from mildly creepy to beyond-flash-horror DISTURBING. One of her eyes was slanted extremely upwards, while the other downwards. Suddenly, I could FEEL the evil reeking off of her. It was revolting. Words cannot describe how long and vividly that image was burned into my head after I woke up.

She realized that we were looking at her, and got up from the table. She went to the bar, and when one of the bartenders refused to give her a drink, she controlled their minds to do so. Using her mind she was able to manipulate others around her. Zboy and I decided that she was a malevolent telepath.

We ate dinner at a different restaurant, and devoured pizza. My friends were joking about how I was getting it all over my face. My mom woke me up and asked if I wanted pizza for breakfast.

That's the 2nd time I've dreamed of those freaky people with the black eyes. Both times they have been very...condescending/destructive.

Night of September 9th, 2010
As a side note: This dream was so vivid, I feel as if I could write a book with the dreams storyline.

I remember the beginning of this dream, as the end of another dream... The original dream was me and this man that I called "Mr Weatherby" were trapped on this island jungle maze thing, and we were pinned down by enemy invasion force that constantly controlled the woods, and could materialize in the presence of anything higher than a whisper in sound level. These enemies ate you alive... like small little bugs with huge teeth. Anyways... the story ends when Weatherby (who is in a wheelchair because the bugs ate his legs) decides that hes gonna make a run for it, and by sheer luck me and him end up exiting the maze and arriving on a beautiful beach. This is where my new dream began... I remember hearing Weatherby saying "Im leaving" and seeing the beach... But Weatherby didn't know I had followed him out. I find him sitting next to a nice young woman whom I presume is his Grand-daughter, and they are having a very nice conversation. Weatherby turned around and I dropped to the sand just in time to not let him see me. (I could actually feel the sand, and hear the waves) I eavesdrop on their conversation, and apparently the Beach grants one wish, and usually the person asks for a way home. Weatherby asks the beach to grant him his wish of a motorcycle, which could return him home, and make him feel younger again. The motorcycle appears and Weatherby hops on, and drives around like a maniac all around the beach, whoopin' and hollerin' and such. At this time I take the chance to talk to his "grand-daughter" (which I later realized was my self conscious) And the very question she asked me was, "Why did you let go of Bekah?" "Why did she ever slip from your mind?"
To which, my response was "I realized that it was time for me let go, if she wouldn't let go of Nick" she says that that was the right decision, but hastily made. Which is followed by a quick flash of me and Bekah in like 20 years, hand in had walking down the same beach
*SNAP!*
Dream ends....

It's becoming more and more apparent that my friend "Bekah" is very important in my dreams.

ive noticed a pattern in all of my dreams
most of the time, if not always, i dream about rejection.
being rejected.
i think i should research this

Just some brief fragment of being in class and KE sitting with someone else. The person in front of me asked me where he was and I shrugged. She suggested that maybe I was too boring for him. That's all I remember.

I started off in front of what was apparently some sort of hydro or power plant station thingy. There was barren land surrounded by a fence and many white/grey buildings. There were some people playing on this swing, but it was on a really weird bouncy string. When the girl swang on it it went all the way around the pole it was attached to. I decided to try it too; it was quite fun.

Later on I became some WoW character and I kept trying to kill this spider and dieing... there was a giant cave with a cellar in it, and I don't remember much else.

These dreams were very, very fuzzy.

The first one began with me laying on the ground of my house's den floor. The floor was covered with a thick, soft carpet, as it is in real life. My brother was laughing at me as I was laying in an unusually awkward position. I said something like "I can't move." That only made him laugh more. "Dude, I seriously can't move." His laugh became maniacal and increased greatly in volume, and that's when I woke up. I had a few false awakenings after this dream, but I'm not going to consider classifying it as a lucid because it happened so many times that I became exhausted and woke myself up purposely. When I fell back asleep I was in a college classroom that was extremely unfamiliar. I had never seen this professor before in my life. I remember doing something on my laptop during the lecture. If I remember right I was looking at alternate times for the class I was in, and I accidentally clicked a button on the screen that put me in another class. I became very nervous at this point. I remained in a nervous state until the end of the class period, when I attempted to tell the professor about my mistake. The dream ended here.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
Ugh... This was terrible. Usually when I wake up from a nightmare, I just need to do a nose-pinch reality check to know I'm no longer dreaming and relax. But when I woke up from this one, even though I knew I wasn't dreaming, I just couldn't relax and get my heart rate down from the physical effects of the dream.

I was in a well-lit swim apparel store, minding my own business, looking around at different items. The store was the size of an average kid's bedroom, and had flat, bamboo-like walls and light hardwood flooring. There were racks of different swimsuits and other accessories, and on the wall were suits as well. I was looking up at a grey and blue wetsuit on the wall, a few feet higher than I was tall. I jumped up in a rather slow fashion and got high enough to reach the hook; I floated up there for a few moments as I teased the hook away from the others, then fell back down, landing on my feet.

I turned around and, without paying, left the store. The door was made of the same type of hardwood as the floor, but a bit darker; when I opened it, I walked into the basement of my house I'm currently living in. It was almost pitch-black, but I could still see the shapes of furniture in the gloom. I turned to the left and saw a door open; the room it led to was casting a pale orange light into the dark basement room, lighting me up. I looked around and nothing was illuminated except for me.

I turned around and looked at the door again. Standing there in the entranceway, not moving, was a red fox, a bit smaller than fully grown. It was probably around two feet long and only half a foot high, and had a slightly browner coloration than a normal red fox would have. It looked at me in that instant with an almost menacing glare. I started to walk towards it and as I did, I said, "shoo". "Go away". Lines like that.

Then it bared its teeth and leapt at my left hand, snarling in a frightening, high-pitched sort of way, and started to bite it. I felt pins and needles, numbness, and a bit of pain. I tried to forcefully shake it off, but as I did, I could feel my hand starting to fall off with it. The fox vanished and without looking at my hand, I noticed a small gray kitten sitting in the darkness, now slightly lit up with white light. It snarled and hissed, and leapt at my hand again, tearing it up more.

I woke up.

Was watching a woman practice horseback riding. She was making the horse leap over other horses. After awhile the jumping horse inadvertently kicked a foal in the head. The foal fell and was writhing. I thought it would be needed to be put to death. The woman kept riding. Tried to jump over an adult horse and the same thing happened--kicked it in the head sending it down and writhing. This time, in an act of mercy killing, she clubbed it on the head. Later we gathered, I thought to mourn and say kind words. But she said, 'You know, that horse never did it's chores and was just listless. It's for the better.' Was silent but angered thinking, 'You pulled it from it's family, forced labor on it, and kill it. You have no right.' Was thinking what to say when the scene changed.

This is one of my
Five-Star Dreams

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
Every once in a while, I experience dreams that create intense deja vu sensations, which is pretty intriguing to me. This dream is an example of that.

I had just walked into a public restroom. It was the kind you'd find at a McDonald's restaurant or a gas station; the cubicles were light, pale blue, and the sinks were white. As for the lighting, it was a bit dimmer than one would normally see in a public restroom, but it wasn't too noticeable and certainly wasn't an issue. The room itself was shaped like a rectangle; the entrance was along one of the longer walls, over to the right. Right when you'd walk in, there were four or five stalls in the light blue color in front of you, a few feet back against the other long wall. To the left, walk down the stalls and past them; you'd get to the sinks. They looked normal.

I needed to go in a certain stall and get something I'd hidden there earlier. I entered the stall furthest to the right, against the corner of the room. For some reason, although I wasn't lucid, when I opened the door I expected a mirror to be on the back wall. The stall itself was fully closed, and there weren't any spaces underneath the dividers or door; finally, it was a bit narrower than a real cubicle but still spacious.

I closed the door, sliding over a basic metal lock that was fairly rusty, and turned around to face the mirror. I can't remember exactly what I looked like, but I do know I looked fairly normal: blue eyes, brown hair, normal clothing (I can't recall what I was wearing, either). My hair was a bit messy, with some flyaways and stuff, but that was the extent of it. I looked into the mirror for a few instances, drew back, and then smashed it with my fist. Since I've used invulnerability so much in my lucids, I think it carried over into my normal dreams, and this one was no exception. I felt no pain, and saw no blood as my hand practically blasted into the mirror and into the concrete wall. The mirror shattered into larger-sized pieces and fell as one whole object onto the toilet. Behind it was a section that was punched-in because of me, and there was a small hole inside that area. I pulled a tightly-folded square piece of yellow paper out.

The dream skipped and I was now in a mall-like setting: light-colored floor tiles, high ceilings, a few leather chairs in the aisle for people to sit down in. I was at the end of one wing of the mall, in a small Starbucks-like store right next to a major department store that was similar to Sears. It looked almost exactly like this (see the green sign on the left? That's where the store I was in was located).

The Starbucks had a few bar tables against the walls, and a coffee shop-like atmosphere. The cashier desk was not against the wall like in a normal cafe, but by itself in the middle of the shop. There was nothing else around it; everything else, including the chairs, was against the bar tables. I was with one other person, a guy who was a bit older than me, and we were crouched down behind this cashier's desk, peering out the sides to see if anyone was coming. I knew that there was a big crowd coming after us, trying to kill us.

I was also saying something extremely bizarre out loud. It wasn't just strange because I wasn't lucid, but also...

"I've had this dream before... I know exactly what to do this time".

I felt like I'd been in this dream before. I recognized the coffee shop, the mall, and the mob, and I also knew that another person would come and ruin my chances of escaping those people. I was expecting him to come, and I knew what to say this time so I wouldn't get caught. Last time, Jesse Pinkman (from the television series Breaking Bad) had come with a friend of his and asked where to hide the body of someone they killed. I'd told them to stash it in the car, which somehow caused the mob to find me and end the dream.

Jesse and his friend appeared. They were both wearing dark gray hoodies and jeans, and Jesse was carrying a garbage bag with what looked like a body inside it. "Hey," Jesse asked with an anxious expression, "what do I do with this thing?"

"Bury it," I said after a brief hesitation.

They walked off, leaving me and my accomplice (just a guess) still sitting behind the bar. "We don't have to worry about the group of people anymore," I told him. "I fixed the dream."

When I woke up, I realized I'd never dreamed of a scenario like that before, and the deja vu was generated entirely by the dream.

In this particular dream I found myself with my mother and she was showing me around the neighborhood, looking at a house for me to live in... One of these properties that was a potential BUYER was nothing more than a foundation with asphalt as the floor to the basement. One of the houses you had to get to by walking along the outskirts of a marsh, but the house was molded and dilapidated.

Then after all this I decided that it was time to go to nursing class... It was in some hotel conference room that was a bit small for a conference room. There was only 1 ACTUAL classmate that I recognized, and in reality I've never really talked to her at all.

So if that didn't get any weirder... instead of learning bout the human body we had a type of martial arts class and ended up sparing with wooden sticks. one of the classmates WHO I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE SHE CAME FROM was older and was blind.

I appeared in my class, where I was talking to my friends. We were just talking rubbish and messing around. I decided that I wanted to borrow a book from C, who was sitting in the back. I walked up to her and asked her if I could have the book. She said sure because she had read it before. I put the book in my pocket and left. I felt very self-conscious of the book because it was a bright pink colour. I went outside and sat on the bench outside my school. Then it began to rain and the dream ended.

I'm at a family members house, and there are people who I used to know well running around and basically trashing the place. They're all angry with me because I've decided I'm going to move to Hawaii. There were some smelly, gross people I didn't know and I grabbed them and threw them out of the house. They did not like this.

There was a girl, a dream character, who began yelling at me. She said that I wasn't going anywhere with my life and that I've never done anything real. She began putting makeup on her face and screaming. I stood there arguing with her about all the things I've accomplished in my life, telling her that I had done awesome things and that I was going to go places and do even more awesome things.

They got in their car and I got in mine.

The dream switched to me sitting in my old bedroom. There was nothing in the room except a bed, and two of my friends were sitting on it. They were drinking alcohol and kept offering it to me. I kept saying that I didn't want any, and they kept taunting me and teasing me. I said I wanted to make a pitcher of tea, and seconds later I was setting down a pitcher of tea. I turned around for a moment and when I turned back the girl sitting there said that she had put alcohol in the tea. "Don't worry," she said, "I diluted it with water so you won't taste it that much if you're worried." At this point I got really angry and yelled that they had tainted my tea. All I wanted was a cup of tea, and I had to drive soon to get to Hawaii.

Next thing I know, I'm driving down a long, bleak highway. Soon I'm going under overpasses and swooping stealthily in and out of traffic. There were large gaps that looked like exits, but then they would lead to nowhere or go upside down and curve along bridges so if you were to take them you would have to drive upside down. I didn't. I remember thinking to myself that if there weren't cars driving on this highway that it would be an excellent place for skateboarding.

I made it to Hawaii. I went to a cove that you had to swim through a large tunnel. I was scared to go in, it was dark and a long swim to the end where I could barely see light peeking out against the darkness. I swam across anyhow, and at the end there was a gigantic rotting yellow whale carcass. I knew that they smelled bad, because I'd encountered dead whales on the beach before. This one didn't smell bad but I plugged my nose anyhow, just in case the stench got to me.

I remember a glimpse of a map. It seemed to be computerized and zoomed far into different places on an island. I remember seeing Salvador Dali's name and thinking how I should go to his world, but then I didn't. (note: visiting there should be a lucid goal).

I remember watching a man swim far out into the ocean and find this woman... He traded bodies with her and was ecstatic to be a woman.

I think that's all.

0/2
Note: I snoozed late the previous day and then had a Red Bull late in the afternoon that made for a poor night's sleep.

0515: Sleep

0730: B. I live with a family in a mansion. And evil genius get the building to collapse and the one next door burns down. But I catch him and everyone is happy. Then we rebuild the mansion but use it for the company office. We lay a bunch of people off so that there is room. Again, people keep getting fired and we reorganized the seating in the building. I get to keep my office but everyone else is upset. A bunch of stupid people get assigned into my department with no relevant experience. I am upset and just stop caring. For lunch I prepare a bowl of apple sauce and also a bowl of cottage cheese. I realize I don't want both so I try to get someone else to take one, but no one wants it. So I decide to try to eat both.

1033: C. At work I make a risky decision to change a distribution plan. Something about things produced in San Diego by women. I have to explain myself to the boss. But in the end they understand that the delivery must wait an extra day.

Kidnapping and slavery

Two nights ago I dreamed I was kidnapped and was in slavery-mostly washing the floor. Than I was promoted to doing the libarary. I did get promoted to the bedroom cleaning.


Harry Potter's twin sister, Hermione's adopted sister
I dreamed I was writing a fanfic which I had myself as Harry's Long-lost twin sister and Hermione's adpoted sister.

The mood of my dreams was upbeat, but I only recall a couple fragments. Although, I visually remember a faded gold-ish haze to the locations of my dreams, the same kind of gold-ish yellow haze from previous nights.

The first one I had a girlfriend in the dream, and we were hanging out somewhere (I can't recall the location) and maybe hugging some too. I think they might've resembled someone I met in real life, but my memory is cloudy.

The second one I was sitting at a round table, and a couple girls were across from me and I had told them something shocking and they would'nt believe me. They both were giving me looks like I was crazy. Maybe I told them that aliens were real, I can't remember that it was.

Anyway, adjusting to Everyman now, so hopefully my recall will start to improve again soon.