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God. Dear god. I don't normally have nightmares, but this is a fucking whopper. I honestly have to get this out of my system. And don't think I'm overreacting, because while you may be able to read this, you'll never be able to read it.

To understand why I don't become lucid, this is my logic: I'm watching horror movies on TV. That's all. But I can't help but be pulled into them as if they're reality. But that's not the real problem, because I really am becoming part of it. Now carry on.
It's starts off innocently enough. A nightmare, to be fair, but nothing like what's to come. I'm a kid in this weird sort of daycare that seems to be in the middle of a desert on the outskirts of town. Suddenly, bombs (assisted by parachutes) slowly start drifting towards the ground. I can only crawl, but I have to get away. The bombs only blow up enough to kill one person within about a foot of it when it touches down, but there's plenty of em. I scream for everyone to get away, but no one listens. You'll come to realize in this dream no one ever listens. One kid, my best childhood friend in real life, dies. Thus the scarring begins. There's something dangerous outside. I take refuge (now I'm my normal age, late 14) in a hospital/bank/mansion called "Eurao" (it only holds that name as a bank, as a hospital or mansion it is nameless). This will come to be my life's worst decision. For there can be no escape from Eurao.

Our responsibility (placed upon us by some boss, as at this point we're working for some reason) is to rescue all the people of this hospital. Me and a more informed buddy of mine were working on people in the second floor. He was telling about who I was assigned to. He said they were called throaters, people who for whatever reason want to be in the hospital so bad they totally wreck their trachea. There are two staircases to the second floor. I'm on one, and I notice the other is strange looking. When I investigate it, I discover that each step is actually a movable slab, used for housing morgue drawers. I then come to find everyone on the second floor is dead. And the third. I wished with all my heart I could save the poor kids in the surgery floors and intensive care, but there was no way. The second and third floor residents were now zombies, and they chased us back to the first floor. The mansion. Now try not to get lost, because my memory mostly falls apart here.

What I do know: The house (or spirit of the house) is alive and malevolent. I also know it is testing us in scenes. Meaning there is one distinctive enemy or threat at a time, and never do threats overlap. And there is ever so slightly time between scenes to regroup. Now I don't remember much of this part. I believe someone died by the zombies. But then came Hook. His own little scene in himself, he wasn't what you'd expect of a dangerous killer. He looked homeless. HE wore a big brown robe made from some large sack. His hair was oily, orange, short, and in dread locks. He had one tool with him. A small toy scythe, maybe with a two inch blade. But it was razor sharp. How he worked: He would only kill one person. He would cut off a body part. He offered them the choice of what he should cut off, but no matter what it was you died. One more of my group died, and I had the horror of being in their POV at the time.

Next thing I remember, I was isolated at the end of the house in one large room, home to the morgue stairs. I don't remember what happened, but it was big. After the scene, I ran to the other end of the mansion to the room where my friend was, alone. We were now the only ones alive. His POV. In this final scene, the house itself possesses a ceiling fan and wires. Only the ceiling fan could kill anyone it hit, and the wires were like tendrils, looking to strangle anything they could find. Now my friend had a gun. The only way he could stop this thing, kill the house, and save our lives was to shoot out the five lights attached to the fan. Which with five bullets, a faulty pistol, and the rapid movement of the fan, was very tough. But, coming to a very close call, he did it. He survived. We heard people coming in. We locked the doors (always the threat of zombies) and looked out the windows. They were family and friends, come to celebrate the end of whatever catastrophe had been occurring outside. As we turned around to greet them, a tendril shot across the room and pierced straight through my friend's head.

I couldn't celebrate. Everyone but me had died. The house was still a threat but no one believed anything had really happened there. There is no greater stress than having knowledge that could save everyone's lives and not having them let you. I even got five of my closest friends into a car at one point and floored it, but I couldn't get away fast enough from the house. I pulled over to have an emotional breakdown and another person took the wheel. Ten minutes later we were back. But there was one person in the house I couldn't let stay. My sister. I made her promise me she'd get in her car and drive away, as far away as she could. I guaranteed her she would die today if she stayed. But her word was broken, just as everyone else's was. Then came Hook. He was back for round two. Now facing me. But I knew his tricks, his moves. I knew him now. I ended up pulling away in just the right time and stole the scythe and killed Hook. To my joy, my sister finally understood and left for good. To my dismay, no one else did.

I come back inside, wandering a light-less corridor where I could swear we had night-lights to guide the way. I come to the main living area at the end of the hall and see a family friend there. But she's the only one, and eventually leaves. The TV comes on, and I know the face I see. It's the face of the house. After surviving once, the house knew it had to rid the world of the one that got away. I run to my bedroom. The lights go out and I hear movement. I break the window to the next room and jump through. I land in an impossible room, housing a machine of death made by the house. It was very Rube Goldberg, and almost resembled the game mousetrap. I knew there was nothing I could do, so I prayed. and right before I was crushed, the machine malfunctioned, then collapsed, then disappeared from existence. I'm now in the large room parallel to my bedroom, lights and all on. I hear a person coming down the hallway and lock the door. It's my mom. This is our house. My sister's fine and well in the next room. I've been watching too many horror movies...

First dream
Adrian and I finally came to the top of the unending stairs. We saw the front door unguarded and were racing to it. But "Master" and henchmen got to the door somehow. They now wanted me to do 7 impossible tasks in exchange for Adrian's release. I than said: "Ow my ankle. I think I twisted it. I think it was from the unending stairs" As Master and his henchman bending over to look at my ankle I kicked them in the face. I grabbed Adrian and we went to the tower room. Luckily Abeni had made a magic carpet with help from other servants. Adrian says: "I thought you were afraid of heights" I reply: "I am but desperate times call for desperate measures" Than I said to Adrian "Do you trust me?" He than took my hand and he got on board the carpet. I than "drove" the carpet to Adrian's place. As soon as we landed inside the house. I got myself a costume.

As soon as I did so-called "police officers" were at the door. I (in my maid costume) answered the door. They said something about wanting to arrest Adrian on charges of murder of his parents& of Anne's disapperance. I asked for police ID and they showed me something which I knew was just physic paper. I just shut the door in their face. Than I went around to look for clues of Adrian being inoccent of his parents' disapperance. I discover in the Master bedroom in the closet three skeltons. Adrian regocinze the 3rd one as a chidhood friend. I figured the other 2 skeletons were what was left of his (Adrian) parents. I than looked in the father's study and found blood on the rug there. I also found what seems to be the muder insturment a knife. Also the fact the window was broken too.

dream 2
I than contacted a friend of mine who is a REAL doctor (who strangely looked like Rory). With his and Adrian's help I could move Adrian's father's skelton into the chair in the study. I than was able to reconstruct that murder. He had a drink which was drugged and the murder killed him with the knife and the blood dripped down to the floor when moving the body (and accidently smashed the window). I than looked in the study room desk and found a letter to Adrain it said:

Dear Adrian
This is uncase of your mom or my or both of our untimely death. You have a twin which was put up for adopation because he couldn't decide which head to use and because he was so ugly. We have heard for 2 years that he had become a season time traveller and is supposedly kidnapping women. Sincerely, your father

We than went to the libarary and discovered a 1/3 eaten scone from two years before. I than took a closer look at Adrian's mother's skelton. There were two marks on it (1st mark) was a mark on her head from a golf club and the second was a syringe mark. I figured it out it it was from the combination of golf club and syringee that killed Mrs.Jane. She left the same letter for Adrian but in a hollow book (I almost opened a secert passaway if Adrian hadn't told me to move that book). I also figured out that his childhood friend had witness both murders and the murder had to slience her by strangling her.

In scene "Master" knows I am getting to hot on his trail so wants to "slience" me.

I took the two letters, with gloves I put the scone into one bag, murder weapons I could find (syringe&golf club was right underneath the couch) and with the magic carpet I went to the police. I used my own physic paper on them and showed them that Adrian was innocent. I than went with them to seem them arrest the actually villain and murder. The Villian (and Adrian's twin) said "I would have gotten away with it if it hadn't been for you meddling woman. I will get revenge one day!!!"

I than was on my way to rescue the servants in the castle. But woke up shortly after this.

Wearing and astronaut suit on some sidewalk next to a big road. I was standing next to someone. Huge crowd behind starts talking about Christian stuff. I rant about them and start to run away. I ran away and started to run down a street and kicked off my slippers. I then went back to get them because I thought I would need them and the road was kind of hot.

I saw these Koala bear creatures being taken somewhere else by other people. I joined in and there was this other girl I was helping. She tried to take my phone number but said she was out of minutes. I then took hers down. We sat down and I told her I had a girlfriend and she didn't know that yet. Sean was also there. We talked about having a relationship during summer over long distance and how I thought it was worth it even if the relationship didn't last.

I was in Singapore in a taxi with my mom and sister. I got out somewhere and it was some special day. There were lots of people around getting food. I went to go find something but my family followed me cause they didn't have anything else to do or something. We then bumped into university friends who were also eating somewhere. There was one part where I dreamed about these people being wrapped up in string and I was having an orgasm. There was also a naked women and a guy cumming on her. Like porn but it was physically there. There was a candle which went out.

I also dream about kissing Ruchi and someone bumping into us. Then on a phone or some other device we saw a reply of what happened and she was scared that they saw us kissing.

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Dreamed about computer games and sitting with other people. There was only one laptop. Before that we were playing cards but I didn't understand the game. I left the group because one of them was talking about how they did stupid things like get undressed in public or something. Referring to parties/getting drunk type of thing. Capt Xie was there looking for something. I went down somewhere and ended up using this weird elevator that someone else was controlling with this kind of stick shift thing.

Very few of my dreams are memorable from last night except one from later in the morning due to some WBTB goodness, though I still didn't achieve lucidity because I'm terrible at identifying dreamsigns.

To start there was a very bizarre dream about me having a son. My girlfriend was suddenly very pregnant, and what was funny was that early on in the dream she told me it would still be a while before she had the baby. Regardless, next thing I knew she was in labor, but we jumped there rather than like her water breaking and me driving her to the hospital like you'd think. That was one sign that I was dreaming, but I didn't listen yet again. Either way, I laid down beside her while the baby came out, and the scene jumped to me with the baby on a bed. My girlfriend was suddenly out of the picture, and I was sitting with this baby trying to figure out why it was a Japanese baby. The baby was able to talk some very basic English, and at one point he told me it had been eight days since he was born. I remember feeling bad that I was sort of forcing English on a Japanese baby and wished I knew Japanese so I could expose him to what his native language should be, yet the whole time I didn't think about why in the hell a redhead and a white boy made an Asian baby. I keep missing dreamsigns.

I don't really remember the rest of that dream, and after that it jumped ahead to a totally unrelated scene.

I was in a car with a few people. One was a girl I knew a long time ago when I attended a high school in Minnesota, so that should have been my first sign that I was dreaming, but again, I didn't follow it. We were in the backseat of a car with Michael Caine (the actor), whom I believed was her grandfather (go figure). Driving was my girlfriend's cousin, whom I believed to be the Minnesotan girl's sister. In the front passenger's seat was a man whose face I didn't see, but I assumed it was the Minnesotan girl's father. I've met her father before so I should have seen his face. Basically every single one of those people was a dreamsign that I missed. I need to get better at that.

I don't really know where we were going. I have a feeling that all of those people were in my dreams from earlier in the night and we were on some kind of trip, but I don't know to where. At one point we were driving over a bridge with a bunch of rocks around the base of one side, and on those rocks by the shore of the body of water we were crossing I saw a Vaporeon (yes, the Pokemon), but I convinced myself I was seeing things. What I should have convinced myself of was that I was dreaming.

A little before that we stopped at a store that was closed, but for some reason the girl I knew from Minnesota was able to knock on the glass door and get let in to buy some chocolate. I did the same thing, walking in to a closed store and asking the man at the desk if I could get some chocolate. He nodded kindly and I went looking for M&Ms. Unfortunately, all I could find were huge boxes shaped like Hershey's Kisses, which I assumed were filled with actual Hershey's Kisses, but I remember thinking that since I was going to get the chocolate for free I should get a smaller thing. After a while I settled on a box of Hershey's bars, but they were oddly shaped, and when I got to the counter the woman there charged me anyway: $1.54 for the chocolate. As I was buying it the man who had let me in originally was talking to the female cashier as she got my change, and I think he was talking about how tired he was, probably from the day's shift. They talked briefly about another man whom I assumed worked there as well whose wife was pregnant, and for some reason they expressed concern for this man. It seems that the man they spoke of also had some marital issues, because the man who had let me in said, "Oh, are they still together?" I turned to my left and saw a man walking down a corridor, and I instantly realized that this was the man they were talking about. I only saw half his face as he turned around and walked away. Then I got my change and left the store.

I got back into the car with the Minnesotan girl, Michael Caine (her grandfather), my girlfriend's cousin (the Minnesotan girl's sister), and the mysterious man in the front passenger seat, and we began driving. The Minnesotan girl's sister turned on some music as she drove: "Pieces of the Night" by Gin Blossoms. Since that's one of my favorite songs, I yelled to the Minnesotan girl beside me as I started eating my chocolate, "I love this song! I love this band! I love your sister!" As I continued eating and listening I realized that while the song sounded right, there were weird aspects to it. I tried to explain it away by saying that it was maybe a live version of the song that I'd never heard, but I don't think that explanation worked for me because the dream started to destabilize. I think that's the closest to lucidity I've gotten. It was the billionth dreamsign I encountered last night, and since I finally listened to the dreamsign and started to gain lucidity it started to break down. That's when I woke up.

I had a dream that i was playing this game called Runescape, which i play quite often. In my dream i was also sort of in real life, and i met the admins in the game, but they wouldn't talk. i think i've been playing this game too much.

I did a sort of WBTB technique on this one. Fell asleep at a friend's house, woke up, went back home/back to sleep and went right into REM sleep.

The dream began with me hanging out with some DC I had met. We were in a museum and I realized I was dreaming (which was kind of strange, I didn't do any RCs, I just knew I was dreaming). So, I announced to all the dream characters in the museum that I was dreaming and they all seemed indifferent and barely acknowledged my statement. I reminded myself to write the dream down when I woke up and I noted the vividness of the dream.

Then, some more friends came into the museum and asked me if I wanted to hang out with them, I was going to take more control over the dream but I remember thinking to myself that I wanted to see where the dream would take me and just went along with my friends.

The dream ended up being really long and I knew I was dreaming through most of it, but didn't exert too much control over the dream.

All in all, pretty good DILD

Hey, good news! I'm starting to get to the point where I actually experience these dreams, instead of just waking up and remembering them!

Anyway, here we go.

I joined the NROTC and I'm back in high school, dressed in my navy clothes. I see Kayla, and she looks much older, and I go say hi. We walk together and then separate, and I see Trent. We walk together and hang out. He leaves the parking lot we're in and we go to a group of friends. Two that I remember are Matt and Jeff. When I arrive, I see Mr. Werner walking past us toward the school.

I'm at a gym or roller rink or something along those lines with a friend. On our way out I see a car that looks exactly like my sister's. I think she's come to pick me up. I go to my friends car. It's someone else. They drive behind us. A girl in the passenger seat asks her dad if he can grab her homework books from my friend. He gets out of the car and asks my friend, who agrees. While he's waiting, he sits in the driver's seat of my friend's car. I'm sitting in the seat behind him. He's acting very suspiciously and I think he might try to steal it. I'm prepared to punch him repeatedly in the face if he does.

My friend gets him the books and he leaves.

Next thing I know, I'm sitting in my car alone, parked in a parking lot during the daytime. I'm just sitting and thinking. I have a big heavy blanket and a skateboard. I swing out behind me and start driving across the parking lot toward a Golden Spoon, because I decide I really want frozen yogurt.

At some point during the drive, I'm no longer driving, but walking or riding the skateboard. I get to golden spoon and the curb is two feet high. I try to hang the skateboard off the side of the curb so I can see if it gets stolen, but it falls off. I put the skateboard on the sidewalk and wrap in in the blanket (which, for some reason, is now on a stick). There's something about it, either a sign or something I wrote, that says "this blanket is very heavy."

When I get in, it looks like an average Golden Spoon. I see the drinks menu when I enter (Apple juice in a can, Apple juice, some other juice, Strawberry juice, Kiwi juice, green tea, and some other juice), and decide I want to mix apple juice and green tea. I'm waiting in line when the manager comes and asks me if everything is "splendid." I look at him and he looks extremely familiar. I ask if I know him and he starts acting suspicious and hiding his nametag so I push him in order to see it better and find out its Mike. I say hi and we both laugh and smile and hug and a co-worker of his gets angry.

At some point, the Golden Spoon turns into a donut/gum shop. There are female friends of mine there, who I can't remember. It's finally my turn. I can't decide on what to get. I remember there aren't many choices of gum. All the gum is just inside toys; I ended up going with to gum flashlights, but there were gum barbie dolls, gum lightsabers, and gum super soakers. A very fat female employee tried to sell me the "Waistblaster," a gigantic donut.

When I go pay, I notice the Golden Spoon drink menu I saw on the way in. As I slowly start to wake up, I start to realize that this was a Golden Spoon a minute ago, but instead of becoming lucid, I just think "Goddamnit, I came here for Golden Spoon!"

And I wake up.

1. I'm competing in a race where the winner gets an iPad, and the next few runners-up also get awesome prizes. I actually manage to win, but before I can get my prize, the dream transitions.

2. I can't find our copy of the complete works of Edgar Allan Poe.

3. I'm at a weird political convention. This crazy guy impersonating the President starts rolling around on a stolen Segway and throwing stuff at people. Then there was something about accidentally eating some spicy food.

4. At a supermarket, none of the prices on the shelves and on the items match up. All the shelves for items that are supposed to store and preserve food are empty. I find a package of adorable little cucumbers for 92 cents.

5. I'm a dragon. The dragon society is a complex one, and could for all I know have come from a book I read or a show I watched. I'm out by myself trying to practice flight, which for beginners is more about climbing to a suitable high point and then gliding off it. There are a few favorite peaks that have sort of difficulty levels among the dragons, and being able to successfully glide from certain ones earns you a certain amount of popularity. In order to fly, there's a certain type of rock you have to consume and process into gas. For some odd reason, this rock is produced by bees.

Anyway, after several mishaps, I eventually manage something that vaguely resembles flight. Afterward, I decide to just explore around and try to find answers to things that puzzle me about dragon society, but I'm told by this great big fire-and-shadow figure to go home since I've already found one big answer today (that is, how to fly).

On my way back home, I notice a bunch of dragons in shackles that identify which clan they belong to - prisoners of war - and I find out that several of the clans, including the one I belong to, are involved in a war against humanity. One of the members of my clan, a hotheaded young upstart, has gotten it into his head that he can destroy all humans by attacking the source of all magic, which humans have grown to depend on heavily. I realize this can only end in disaster, so I set out to warn a wizard. But before I can get very far in this, my alarm goes off and I wake up.

This one is hard to remember. I remember clearly the middle, and vaguely the surrounding.

We had a new manager at work (no clue what his name was) and he was talking to myself and another manager, AF. This new manager had no qualms about talking about the fact that he wasn't the same as the rest of the humans who lived here on this planet. The concept was expressed as a number of "steps" beyond the regular, on a scale. He showed the scale (it was like a -5, -4, -3, -2, -1, 0, 1, 2.. etc type thing) and indicated he was from "6". I knew this meant he was advanced and from a distant world. AF said he was from "3", which was also advanced.

I smiled at them and said I always found it amazing how humans never wanted to talk about things that were different from normal topics. They didn't want to talk about how we were from elsewhere, they didn't want to know and couldn't understand. If they'd heard us, we'd be ridiculed. I looked at the scale, grinned, and pointed out that I was from -5. They were amazed. I said, "Yup. Very ancient. Old."

It made perfect sense at the time and felt very familiar, though I'm not sure how to express it in words now. The feeling was that while these two were advanced souls, I was a very old soul. They viewed this reveal as something amazing, something powerful. It was important to know. They were from alternate "heres", advanced and moved backwards. I was from ancient times in another place, not here, but choosing to come here.

(It's not the first time I've had a dream telling me I'm an old soul.)

~*~

Next, my memory begins with me seeing my friends BM and S walking through the hallway of S's new apartment, coming back from the indoor pool. As I saw them I thought it would be nice to go swimming. At that point, B wasn't there anymore and S was heading back to the pool, but she hadn't invited me (maybe she hadn't seen me). I decided to follow her.

Since the weather was so hot out, the pool was being used by many residents. People of all ages were going in and out of the pool area, some fully dressed and some in swimwear. I became aware that S had gone into a change room. I wasn't sure if I was allowed, so I didn't bother to go to a change room yet. I'd wait for S and ask.

I did enter the pool area though and looked around at all the people hanging out there and swimming. It wasn't as large as a public pool, but it was larger than the dinky little indoor pool R and I had recently seen at our hotel in Victoria. It was a decent size.

S came out of the change room and walked to the far side of the pool. I followed but as I did I saw what she was going towards. T (a friend of mine from work who S doesn't actually know IRL*) was over there, fully dressed, legs in the pool and chatting with people. For some reason, this was a bad thing. S got angry with T and I noticed someone who I immediately knew was the landlady of the building (even though I've never seen her IRL) was also there, not happy. She was threatening S (with what, I don't know) and chasing the two of them out of the pool area.

I caught up with them on the way out, trying to understand what was wrong and calm them down. Once we were out of the pool area S was gone and it was just T and I. I was trying to make T feel better (she felt bad about getting S upset) as we entered an elevator.

As we got in the elevator either someone else was already in it, or they walked in right after us. I can't remember much about what he looked like, but he was tall and well-built. T recognized him immediately. I can't remember exactly what was said at this point, but the jist was that she was seeing him as someone famous. He was quiet and just smiled at her but as we reached his floor and he got off he said something to her that was a direct quote from whatever fame he had. Then the door closed. She was thrilled and I told her I couldn't believe she'd said that to him. I said he likely just said that to humor her, but then when we got off on our floor there was someone else there who was associated to the famous person T thought the other guy was, and somehow it was clear that he really was this guy (so that other guy was likely really the famous person as well). At this point I really don't remember what type of "fame" they had. It didn't seem like "performer". It seemed kind of like super-hero somehow.

Things started to fade out then. I know there was more, but I wasn't fully aware of it before waking up to my alarm. I have vague glimpses of "safety", "rescue", "help", "search"... But I really can't put them together enough. I also get the sense that these glimpses are from a forgotten dream had prior to this one, but that the ones doing the "rescuing" in that one are the ones who become these two famous guys in this one. Fun!

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*IRL = In Real Life

I'm sorry. I'm tired right now. I'll fix all of the formatting later. End of night 2 and I've been practicing RCs and positive enforcement before going to bed. My dreams are easier to remember, it seems like, but we'll see. Nothing lucid yet.

I only remember fragments of this dream. My friend Phil and I drove up to some house in a different state to go play music together with our buddy Nate.It was a random aquatints house, Zebs.. Once we got there the interior was all white and dressed in a very modern style. We walked through a hardwood kitchen and then down some carpeted steps into a basement that was also carpeted. There was a guitar on a stand in the corner of the stairs. The stand was black. We continued to walk and as we were in the basement we started to hear some noise. We went into this room in the corner and Tate was in there already. I was surprised he managed to get there without needing a ride. He was sitting cross legged on the ground and wearing a black beanie. He was playing with his cell phone and making it make weird noises. He grinned when he saw us. I was nervous about bothering Zebs parents in the room next to us so I suggested we practice our songs without my drums. Nate said ok and started tuning his guitar. When I watched and heard him tune his guitar it was weirdly vivid. Qhen he got finished doing it I turned to Phil and him at the same time and explained how my "specially rigged" pa system works, at my house in my waking life. I showed them a
mixer with a cable running off of it and told them that we could run headphones from the headphone splitter and practice almost without noise. and then, not sure what happened, Nate got up and said he had to go. We didn't play any songs though! So I suggested to Phil that we play along with an ipod to the cover songs we wanted to do. He was up for it. in the corner of the room was some sort of mini speaker system made specifically for plugging ipods in. I was ecstatic that we were still going to be able to practice but I wasn't sure if I had all the proper cords to plug my ipod in. And then for some reason Lawrence was there. He was only there for a little bit. I don't remember how he got there or why but i only remember him suddenly having to go. As he was walking away I mentioned "that girl from kirkland" adding me on facebook and how I was super stoked about it. And then, grinning, i told him i guessed she was just a random facebook adder so it didn't mean anything. He looked at me for what seemed a little while before saying that he went to school with her. And she mentioned that she knew me from one of her classes. He then went on and said "but I'm in all of her classes. I don't know what she's talking about." I remember feeling a bit defensive like i had to cover something up so I said: "at the show she and i talked". He left.

Today I dreamed that I was working at brew and grow and in the back of the store, for some reason, I was pretty much "babysitting" some sort of convict. He was wearing a white t shirt and had handcuffs on. Attached to his hand cuffs, being dragged along the floor, was a big round stone block to keep him from running. I remember a police officer was sent to the store to help me watch him. He first showed up, at the beginning of the day, and I hadn't had time to set up for him. So while he was there, talking to his wife, I set up a wooden fold out table and put four chairs around it.One for me, one for him, one for the convict, and one for a co worker. I remember the table was dirty and a little wobbly. and then I also put some white papers on it. I can't remember what it was.After I set up the station at the back of the store, in the warehouse, I remember watching as he and his wife walked around the store in a big square. They mentioned showplace 16 and were trying to figure out a time to go see the movie "inception". He suggested a later showing, 9 or 10 i think, and then I interrupted and told them that I was going to the 7:30. That was an earlier showtime and, I guess, in my dream I only worked until 6 so I'd have plenty of time to get there. They didn't like the suggestion and mentioned something about how his work dictates his hours and 7:30 is too late for him since he has to get up early. I said "OK" but in my mind didn't understand how going to an early showing, so he could get more sleep, was a bad thing. While they were walking around I walked up to the front of the store and saw Mike on the ground by the big safe. He had his head in his hands and seemed to be hiding behind a garbage bag but he was kind of grinning. I’m guessing he was being dramatic because a police officer was there and he was nervous. We stayed at brew and grow for awhile, I don't remember any specifics other than the fact that a few times I remember being at the front counters talking to customers.

After that we left and went outside to go for a walk with the convict. It was me, the convict, the police officer, and someone I work with. It was a beautiful day out. Blue skies and everything was vibrant and green. For some reason it seemed like some kind of fair was going on. So we began taking a big long walk. Surprisingly the convict seemed to be enjoying himself. He was white and a little bit overweight. The police officer frequently stopped on our walk to talk to people or give them hugs and handshakes. The convict didn't like us, I don't think, but grinned and said "damn are you nice guys, except when you arrest me" and he was laughing when he said it. We kept walking and then I remember somebody
attacking the convict. He had a sloped forehead and big eyes. He looked like he might have been mentally handicapped. Anyways. He attacked the convict and I had to intervene.
I remember pushing the man back but he came charging back. Finally I grabbed him with both hands and threw him to the ground. My heart was pumping but we kept on walking.

I also remember driving, coming from my wifes old house it seemed like, and into Mount Morris to go hang out with Chris except instead of living at his house he lived where my parents live. I remember a brief flash of the dream where I realized that Lawrence called into work with some BS excuse and so Chris had to work harder or later or something and wasn't sure if we'd be able to hang out. I called and told Chris this but he didn't seem to think it was a big deal. That's all I remember. I only included it because I’ve never dreamed of the same person in 2 separate dreams like that.


So all in all I don't think it was a bad night for dreaming. I, at first, wasn't even going to write but then I decided that I needed to get into this habit and put more effort into it. And so I did and ended up remembering way more than I thought I would. It's a real cool feeling to be able to suddenly recall all of this.

I think I'm making some progress. In fact I think I almost became lucid. When, in my first dream, the Police Officers wife and I were talking about show times for the movie "Inception" in my head I just couldn't wrap my mind around her math. It just didn't add up. Oh well, til tomorrow!

21.07.2010

Poptarts Produce Ants (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember I was in my dining room with my cousin Tj, my cousin Lauren, and my uncle Tom. Where my cousin, Adriana, sat a few days ago, was a melted poptart. I figured she left it there. Ants started coming out of the poptart, so I told my sister. I remember my dad got the hose to clean it.

So I woke up this morning pretty sure that I didn't remember any of my dreams. I got frustrated and almost just went off to work without even trying to write here or try hard to remember. Almost. I tried extremely hard to remember and then, almost like a memory I had had a long time ago, my entire dream suddenly popped into my head. I don't know about all of you but that is an amazing feeling when you finally unlock the memory of the night before. Anyway, the dreams weren't that weird but they definitely fell into my normal dream sign themes.

The Family Reunion

I'm in an old, red Corvette from the 60s or 70s, driving around the country trying to find my grandparents' house. The only problem is the Corvette only has two speeds: fast or stopped. I drive down the road their house is on but I can't stop in time so I pass it. I end up in the grass in their neighbors yard. I then turn the car around, get a long head start through their neighbor's yard and drift into the makeshift parking lot in my grandparents yard. Although I don't park where I wanted to, I am still safely at my destination. I get out of the car and walk inside to be greeted by my whole family. They are all wearing casual clothing but I'm wearing dress pants and a nice shirt. I get frustrated because the dress pants are too hot and uncomfortable and I want to take them off but my mom doesn't allow it. I trudge off downstairs and start watching TV when a very attractive older lady walks downstairs. (I don't recognize her but I know she is not family from instinct) She begins to take my pants off and asks if I want sexual favors done to me. I don't reply so she starts to do things to me for a little while and then she leaves. I am happier that the uncomfortable pants are off than that I just received sexual favors from a hot mom. I then examine my legs because they suddenly start to itch. I see a little red dot at the same location on both legs so I take a knife and cut the skin where the dots are. I stick my fingers in the wounds and pull out too little computer chips. Without having any second thoughts about the chips, I discard them and go upstairs to get new pants on. I find a bag on the couch in the living room that is filled with t-shirts and athletic shorts. I am extremely relieved and put on the new attire as quickly as possible.

Another dream or continuation of family reunion:

My immediate family is in a large van seating around 8 people. I know my sister, mother, and 4 other people not in my family are in the back of the van but I can only see my dad driving while I sit in the passenger seat. We are trying to get to a grocery store but the weather outside is getting worse and worse. It is very dark and raining but we finally arrive at what appears to be a Kroger. When we get inside, I walk around the fresh produce aisle doing absolutely nothing but admiring the colorfulness of the produce. My dad yells at me from the checkout line and tells me it's time to go. We get back in the car and are driving home when the sky turns an odd color green. We are at an intersection and I look to the right and see a tornado coming up the street perpendicular to us. My dad puts the car in park and we all watch as the tornado passes right in front of us on its path down the road. We turn right at the intersection and see a smaller tornado following the path of the larger one we had just witnessed. We can tell the weather is getting worse and worse every second so we turn off the road, drive behind a car dealership, to a large warehouse. When we pass the car dealership I notice many of the cars have the top down so I ask my dad if I can go help them and he says no. We run into the warehouse from the van with my family and the 4 others. In the warehouse were probably 20 stations. At each of these stations there was a worker and a work table that consisted of a conveyor belt and a sewing machine. The boss asked my mom and I if we could help them and we agree to help. He hands us pieces and we assemble them as if by memory. I have a little but of trouble putting the last few things together on it but my mom quickly helps me. The final product is orange and has "United Airlines" in red and blue painted on it. I thought it was some kind book holder for plane rides but I wasn't sure. Then, I look over to the benches lining the walls of the warehouse where the rest of the van passengers were seated. My mom and I had been sitting on the floor by one of the stations when we were assembling those things. My mom asks the boss whether we can help more and he says no. She gets teary and asks to go sit by my dad. She squeezes in the bench which has barely enough room for everyone. I finally look at the people who were in the back of the van. It was another family that I assumed were friends. I look at the daughter of the other family who was slightly overweight and smile and she smiles back.

I am extremely happy that I finally remembered this dream this morning. I've been reading Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams and I already have a few thoughts about this dream. The pants being hot and uncomfortable could have been due to an external stimulus such as my legs being hot under my blankets. Also, since Freud believes many dreams stem from childhood memories, family reunions, taking a lot of advice from my parents, old family houses, and the theme of not driving or not driving well makes complete sense. Although my dreams aren't the craziest or "coolest", I really do get a lot out of them because they are pretty easily interpretable.

Waking up in the middle of the night KILLS my dream recollection, I tell you what.

Anyways, here's what I can remember.

1. I was playing something that I guess was Red Steel. The game came with an actual Katana (Not real, of course) Remote which you used. I had just finished killing an old lady (Don't ask) and I wanted to pick up her gun and use it. However, no matter what button I clicked on the Katana-Mote, and no matter where I searched for it on my in-game body (I thought it might be stuck in my waistband, or something), I couldn't get find the revolver she had dropped.

2. Space. First thing I can remember is fighting a gigantic space bone dragon, and narrowly avoiding getting bitch slapped several times by it. Eventually, we kill it. Somewhere else along the line, we transport right next to a sun (It's at this point that a collective critique/review of the game, I guess it's a game that I'm playing, starts, prompted by Yahtzee Croshaw complaining about the bloom from the sun, then followed by a hundred other people critiquing it for various reasons.) At the sun, we find that the gigantic space bone dragon has revived, and has possessed one of our friends. The only solution is to inject me with an anti-space bone dragon serum, and have my friend swallow me like a pill. Of course, the problem is, even though my possessed friend is all for it, we don't have any water.

So, what we promptly decide to do is switch channels, looking for a channel that would produce a lot of water. Technology about converting TV to real life, I dunno. We eventually reach the History Channel, and a wave comes out. Somebody asks why the History Channel would have water, and we explain about the program on Rogue Waves.

3. I'm working in some sort of supermarket or sports stadium or both. I remember that the night before I was working there, people were celebrating a victory for their team in what is supposed to be the longest play-offs in... I think it was baseball history. People were throughly enjoying the corndogs the company I work for were handing out, but they soon ran out of them.

So, I'm standing there next to my boss, at the entrance to the Supermarket Stadium thing who has requisitioned the same amount of corndogs for tonight as he did last night. I suggest that if we want to make more sales (Even though we were handing them out...) we should increase the quantity of corndogs, since there's so many people eating so many, and we ran out of them last night. He thinks it's a great idea, but he tells me to go find the (Other Company Name Here) guys and see if we can't borrow some from them.

So I'm running through what is now definitely a supermarket, looking for the other company guys. No matter where I go, though, I can't find them. I even look in the Asian Section, where you had a bunch of hi-tech Asian people experimenting with and demonstrating new robot technologies... Once again, don't ask.

4. Starts off with me, my friend G (Yes, same one from before... No, not a dream sign yet.), and my friend J, sitting in one of our parents car, as kids. We're playing around with stuff in the car, with me memorably being very immature in regards to two joysticks in the car that looked like breasts, when we spontaneously grow to our current ages of 18, and decide to drive the car around town.

G, in real life, is a very quiet, solitary sort of fellow. J, on the other hand, enjoys running around doing stuff. This promptly leads to J driving around, saying hi to all of our friends that G has no idea who they are, and is really just sort of getting annoyed with, since most of them are loud and obnoxious. I remember driving through a sort of half-forest half-road half-trailer park area, when we see our friends R, S, and another random person. J & R have always had a sort of flirt-fight thing going on, so when J drives past they start yelling at each other.

We drive past two more of our friends, A & S, who are driving in a rather large truck.

We then come upon a group of a friends in a shopping center, and one of the friends, a girl named T who I haven't seen for a while, comes, gives me a hug, gives me a light, friendly kiss on the lips, and then proceeds to ask me what's my favorite erotic color. Don't ask, don't ask. I respond with purple, and we drive off once again.

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I really just don't know.

Matt's Kangaroo Destroys the House

I have no idea what house I'm in but there are a couple of dogs running around and someone says that we should let Matt's kangaroos out. So I look and in the closet is a kangaroo. There is another on in kind of a dog crate, but with a particle board door on the front. They're not full grown kangaroos. One of them is really sweet and gentle and the other one is jumping around like an asshole knocking shit over and fucking the house up. I'm mad about this.

Express is not What it Used to Be

I walk into an Express store that I feel like I've worked at before in another dream. I walk straight up to the counter and talk to Frank who is the manager according to his nametag. On the opposite side of the counter is The Skank. I have no idea why she was there, but I think she was just a customer. It was questionable. I saw her at the grocery store during the day, I think that's why she was in my dream. So I'm talking to Frank, asking him when I can do some volunteer work there. He yelled to another girl who was working there when her next volunteer shift was and she didn't say when, but that she was making fifty cents an hour when she was doing her volunteer work.

Next thing I know, I'm actually working there. I think I just left the counter and started helping some guys pick out some sweaters. I asked someone on their way out if they got everything they needed and they said they got the shoes they wanted and thank you very much. I walked around the store and saw maybe eight or ten tables lined up. Each table had a different style of pants on it. There was only enough room for each table to hold one stack of pants. The tables were pine and oval like a kitchen table. I found this very odd and wondered what happened to the other tables we used to have. They were a lot nicer. So I asked someone else who was working there, "What happened to the square mahogany tables we used to have?" And I just got a blank stare. I found another girl to talk to and I asked her, "is the dry erase board with all the numbers from around the district still there?" She nodded yes. Then I turned to look at this display against the wall. It was a ton of glass cubes each holding I think shoes? But they were nasty dirty. So I grabbed some Windex and paper towels and started cleaning them. Then I kind of just dropped what I was doing to help someone in the fitting rooms and one guy came out in a striped dress shirt and I told him, "the size is just right, a large would be too large and a small would be too small!" He seemed very happy about this. Then a guy came out of the next fitting room and he looked great, too, and I told him so. No one wanted to get naked for me. Thank God!

Hotel John Marshall and Weed in the Truck

I'm in a truck in the passenger seat next to the guy that works at Quizno's that served me the Chicken Carbonara that gave me food poisoning the day before. We're looking at the Hotel John Marshall that was on the news last night because two limestone panels fell off the facade. Through the windshield I see Angela who works in General Merchandise at work. We're having a discussion about the hotel and that the squatters who live there are going to be shit out of luck when they turn the building into condos. I'm kind of going off about it, like I'm really angry that those squatters are there. So then she gets into the truck with us and the Quizno's guy lights up a joint and passes it to me. I see no problem with smoking with a manager from work. ha!

Army Boot Camp

I'm in fatigues! I'm in a line of like forty other girls and we're in the woods. There are chairs set up in rows, maybe ten chairs to a row, four rows facing one way and four rows facing the other rows. It's some sort of game. So we all sit down. Then the one girl who I guess was in charge leaves and says we have to find something that she kept in her footlocker. (I think she's keeping our shoes or our cell phones.) Like we're in teams of ten and we have a GPS. So my team starts off single file walking against this chain link fence that's to our right and to our left is a steep incline that is like certain death if we fall down. Six girls just take off really fast and it's me and three other girls trying to navigate around this fence. Ok, we get past the place with the steep incline then we turn a corner and it's like jungle. It looks like a rainforest... except... I look up... and there are huge bigger than person sized killer insects in the trees!!!! Ahhhhhh!!! I am now scared to death! These bugs are low in the trees and we have to kind of squat down and walk underneath them. The fence is still to the right of us. I was debating going slow and stealth so that the bugs wouldn't even know I was there or maybe I should run so that I could just get it over with. I start out slow and then get so freaked out because I brushed the underside of one of the bugs!!! I can't help but run now! I get past all the bugs and do the 'ew get them off of me' dance. I have no idea where the other girls went.

I had food poisoning yesterday!!! Bad Quizno's!!! I was up and down all night. I only remember two snippetts of dreams:

Movie Theater

Andrea and I were at a movie theater. The movie hadn't started yet and the lights were still on. We went to the left hand side of the theater near the back. We didn't sit down but just kind of stood there looking at the people coming in. I turned to A and said, "watch this." I looked at this kinda frumpy looking woman in the middle of the theater who was looking at us and I telepathically told her to take her clothes off. She wasn't paying attention to me and turned and walked away. Then this guy walks into the same row as her and looked directly at us. He was wearing tye-dye scrubs. He stuck his hand into his pants and then his wang came out of his fly like he was wearing boxers. There was something dripping from the tip of it like he was coming, but then it kept going into and out of his penis. I looked at Andrea and said, "This is so weird, it must be a dream." So I was lucid for about a minute tops then I lost it because my stomach hurt and I had to get up and go to the bathroom.

Auntie Lillie's House

Somehow I was in Chicago. I was driving but it didn't feel like driving. Every time I dream about driving it's not like I'm in a car because I don't look at the dashboard at like the speedometer or the interior of the car at all. I pulled up to what I think is a museum. I ran up the marble steps to this huge building and then maybe I realized that I shouldn't be there, or I had something else to do, but this building was not where I was supposed to be.

I get back to the car and drive about one block to what is now my aunt's street. Parked outside is Andrea's car. I almost passed it up, so I threw it in reverse and backed up and parked a couple of spaces behind her. She got out of the car and said, "I didn't want to just go in without you. I didn't know if this was the place because it looks kinda shady." So we walked up the steps to the porch to the door and my aunt opened the door. This house is the same house that was my aunt's house from a dream I had a while ago, but it's not at all like her actual house IRL. Two pug dogs ran out and she scooted them back inside the house. I lose Andrea and walk into the kitchen which is now looking like my grandma's kitchen. At the kitchen table sitting around having a conversation are my grandma and her two sisters. Auntie Lillie is the only one who is still alive today. My grandma was telling a story about something and my Auntie Sophie interrupted and started talking about something completely different. Andrea walks through the doorway and almost steps in a pile of dog poo. Then a dog runs up and starts eating it. It sounds crunchy.