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First: I'm at my friend Shiela's old house and some people are on her lawn. They're on a flat area at the bottom of a hill. One guy is throwing tennis balls into the air and people are taking turns hitting them with their hands across the lawn. This one guy hits his so hard that it rockets off down another hill to a tennis court enclosed by a chain link fence. It goes through the fence down to a creek at the bottom of another hill. He runs off to get it and I chased after him to tell him not to worry about it, there are more tennis balls and he doesn't have to go get that one. I run fast and slip down the hill and fall into the creek. When I pop up out of the water, I yell, "Cloisine Enamel!!!!" and I'm really pleased with myself for this for some reason. I get out of the water and find the boy didn't get his tennis ball. And his name is Beau. He wants to kiss me. Weird.

Second: I'm I guess at a party with these teenagers and there's one girl going on and on about how her dad's going to pay off her $10k credit card. She has just had a nose job because her nose is all bandaged up. I tell her I hope it turns out ok. But I start to bitch at her for being a spoiled brat. Then there's two lines of people standing opposite each other and people dancing down the middle of them. I started doing some funny dance and all of a sudden I'm flying and break-dancing over one line of people and I end up on the other side of the line watching everything else that's going on.

Third: I'm by a swimming pool and this bodybuilder lady goes to put on some bronzer lotion or something and she comes out all sparkly and strange looking. Then she demonstrates this lotion by putting some on my hoo-ha!!! I felt kind of self-conscious.

Fourth: I was in the Olympics for gymnastics representing Australia. I had to do something on the "uneven bars" which were actually perpendicular bars. I had a partner who also had to be performing at the same time... to music... about sex. For some reason I was hearing Forever the Sickest Kids' "Buy Yourself a Drink." We did our routine and I have no idea what it was but we took the bars off of where they were and were making words on the mats with our bodies and the bars. The crowd loved it. I was done with the routine and I found a waterfall where the gymnasts could rinse off and cool down so I went under it. Then Beau who wanted to kiss me from my first dream pops up and now he wants to have sex with me. I excuse myself to call my dad to let him know I'm in Europe. I go to a payphone but when I dial his number I get a busy signal. Go figure. I decided that his phone must be tapped. Beau is yelling at me from across a parking lot asking me if I want a butter flavored or regular condom. I think for a second and say regular because I'm definitely not putting his penis into my mouth. Wow.

Maybe I was thinking about popcorn from the dream from the night before??? ha!!

I was cranky about a long day at work when I came home. Andrea told me to just go to bed because I looked tired. That was at like seven. I didn't get up until about seven this morning. She thinks it's maybe a bad thing that I can sleep for so long. I don't know. I like it.

The first part of my dream was about my day at work. I was being monitored by some people in a control room while I was buying back textbooks. Then I woke up and sat straight up in my bed and pointed my finger like "I know what you're doing!!!" ha!

So then I went back to bed and dreamed that it was Halloween at my parents' house. They decorated the fromt lawn and made an obstacle course that the kids had to go through in order to get their candy. There was a zip line and a balance beam. This one kid tried to go on the zip line and make it to the front porch but he fell off into the bushes. I went to go help him and he had turned into a He-Man action figure. And for some reason I thought he was Skeletor. So I picked him up and brought him out of the bushes where he turned into a regular kid again.

Then I went into the house and there's a party going on. I went up to my room and hung out with some people and then the party was over and I went downstairs to the kitchen and started chopping onions and putting them in a tupperware bowl with green peppers. I was rinsing them under water and my sister comes out of no where and I don't know what she was doing, but I yelled at her and told her to just get out of the house because she's aggravating my parents!!!

Then I went upstairs and the walls of my room at all banged up and falling apart. So I called my friend Chris who I hadn't talked to in ages and he said he'd come over and help fix my walls. Maybe that's why I was so mad at my sister? She was the one who messed up my walls??

It's 9:18 pm and I just remembered another dream I had last night. I was reading the tutorial about dream content and I remembered this: I was driving down what I thought was a street in Atlantic City when I pass by the Tropicana where I stayed a few years ago. I was telling my sister that that's where I pulled in to do the valet service, neat, huh? Well, I pulled in again and we went into the casino where I think my mom and dad were. This is kind of fuzzy, but I guess we were on a vacation, and we were supposed to be going home, but Renee (my sister) checked us in for four more nights. I remember being mad because I didn't know how I'd explain this to Andrea! I asked Renee how she was paying for all this because she has no job right now and is generally without a job anyway. She said that my uncle taught her how to make marijuana popcorn. She brought me into some snack bar or cafe or something and people were in there eating it! They were all so happy that this had ever been invented! I think I then said I had to go to the bathroom because I vaguely remember something about a bathroom, but I don't remember anything else.

Dreamt about arguing with Ruchi online. This is most likely from the ending of the phone call at night where she got upset. I was IM'ing her online while watching some other game trailer or something, she got upset and I still kept watching the video until she signed off.

Can't remember anything else?

First dream I wake up to go and work out. After putting on some clothes I gather all of my things and realize my wallet is missing. I think that maybe I left it in my brother's apartment next door (even though he doesn't live next door in real life), so I head next door.

The door is locked. I decide that I should try the key for my door on the balcony screen door, so I climb up on the balcony and try it out. It works! When I walk in there are two guys sitting down on lazy boys playing a video game, and my brother is no where to be seen.

"Who in the hell are you! Get out of here!" They proceeded to yell at me.

"It's not what it looks like! I thought this was my brother's apartment, I left my wallet in there. I am so sorry." I say back to them.

I proceed to climb down the balcony and meet my land lord in the parking lot of my apartment. She looked pretty pissed at me.

"(My name), I am going to have to start from scratch with you regarding background checks," She says to me, "I don't know if I can trust you anymore."

"M'am, it isn't what you look like! I was just looking for my wallet and I could have sworn that the apartment I walked into was my brother's!" I told her in desperation.

The boys playing video games in the apartment scream down to us to make sure to do another background check on me, because they think I was going to rob their place.

Fast-forward: I am sitting in my apartment with my wallet somehow, and my roommate walks in. He proceeds to tell me "Hey, there's my wallet."

Dream gets hazy after that.
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I walk out of my apartment (very much could have been another false awakening) that I live in at college, and the cul-de-sac from my hometown is there somehow instead of my regular apartment building parking lot. It is snowing outside, but by no means is it regular snow. Dropping from above were snowflakes the size of my head, dropping extremely slow. Along with these massive snowflakes were regular sized snowflakes as well. I remembers asking about the snowflakes to one of my friends standing with me about why they were so huge, but I do not remember what their reply was.

I was extremely fascinated by the gigantic snowflakes, and I grabbed one. As I grabbed it, it proceeded to fall apart in my arms. I remember how weird it was for these massive snowflakes were to me, but I didn't even RC at all.

After this, we all ran into the middle of the cul-de-sac and started having a snowball fight. The snow felt so cold and so real. After this, my alarm went off and I woke up for real.

Note: This second dream really pissed me off. This is because this dream in particular was basically begging for me to perform an RC. This is because snow is by far the biggest dream sign I have, and not only that, but the huge snowflakes was intuitively telling me about how weird it was. Ugh! frustration...

Last night I had a dream that I went over to my friends house. His mom was really pissed off at me for something, and she chased me out of the house with a rolling pin. After that I just sort of sat on the porch for a while.

Day 2 of my journey and another false awakening! Here's how my first dream went.

I "wake up" in my bed at home. I go upstairs and complain to my parents that I couldn't remember any dreams from the night before. I am very frustrated because I had told myself the night before that I was going to recall my dreams. This frustration stayed with me for the majority of the dream. Then, I got in our old family truck and drove to my high school (I have already graduated). It was the first day of school and we were given a quiz. Although normally very good at school, I couldn't get one question right on the quiz. My teacher tells me she's disappointed in me and gives me a packet of practice problems to work out. Then. I start talking to a girl in my graduating class about how I couldn't remember my dreams from the other night. She tells me not to worry and that she didn't remember hers either. I was then suddenly in the weight room of the school lifting with a few of my high school friends. I was contemplating what lift I wanted to do when my friends left. I heard girls voices outside the door of the weight room and the weight coach (who I never liked) came inside so I decided to leave. Outside the weight room was a girl (who graduated a year before I did) and I said "Hi" to her and she simply said "Hi John". I then walked out of the school and it was night time. I talked to one of my sister's friends about how her indoor soccer was going and she complained about it. I then tried to walk to my car but I couldn't. For some reason I was walking like a drunk and kept falling down a running into cars as i tried to get to my car. It was as if school let out because everyone was going to their car but no one helped me get to mine. I finally get to a car with three people sitting in it, my grandma and an elderly couple. (Their lights were off so I couldn't tell who they were or if I even knew them in RL). I ask my grandma (who was sitting in the back seat) if she could help me get to my truck. She then proceeded to give me a lecture on the dangers of asking strangers in cars without lights on for help.

Second dream!

My girlfriend and I are laying in a bed in what appears to be my grandparents bedroom in their old house with my parents (very odd). We are all watching a show on a very small TV. My parents get out of bed to brush their teeth and take showers but my girlfriend and I stay in bed. We start making out when my dad informs me that we need to go upstairs. When we arrive upstairs it's no surprise that it is the upstairs of my grandparents old house. When we arrive upstairs though, there is another couple up there already. I don't know who these people were but the man was very skinny and the woman was very fat (looked like they were a joke or something). We took a long time to arrange our beds the way they "needed" to be arranged and then when we finally laid in them my dad yelled for me to come to the kitchen. I went to the kitchen and my parents are cooking some kind of casserole with tortilla chips, mac & cheese, and hamburger meat. They tell me that we are going to my great grandparents' apartment to have brunch. I ask them what time and they say 7 p.m. I ask them why eating at 7 p.m. is called brunch and not dinner and they didn't answer. I tried the casserole and it was surprisingly very good. It was crunchy and soft at the same time and had a variety of tasty flavors. I concluded that old people must just call every meal brunch and went back upstairs. When I got back upstairs though, it was no longer the upstairs of my grandparents old house. It was now the playroom of my old house. The skinny man and fat woman were still there. I saw that my iPhone was dying so I plugged it into the computer. For some reason I couldn't figure out where to plug it in so it took much longer than I wanted it to. After I finally plugged it in, a video of me popped up on the screen of the TV in the playroom. It was a video of me singing about football. I was considerably younger in the video than in the dream and I didn't like the video but I couldn't figure out how to stop it. Suddenly my mom is upstairs telling me how to turn it off. When she turns it off though, pictures of me from my phone start popping up on the TV. In frustration I just pick one picture on my phone to have on the TV so I don't have to mess with it anymore. Then my girlfriend and I walk into my old bedroom and start making out again. We are rolling around on the floor when suddenly she screams. I look at her for a second and ask her why she did that. She doesn't answer and just looks at me.

I am very pleased to have more vivid and complete dreams last night. In only the second night of consciously attempting dream recall I have made significant progress. I'm beginning to discover my dream signs. I know high school is one of them. Family, singing, old houses, and friends seem to also be my dream signs. I've been able to interpret some of my dreams just by writing them here too. For instance, the first dream I had last night came from my subconscious being nervous that I wouldn't remember my dreams. Hopefully, this subconscious worry will help me to remember more and more dreams. I am excited to sleep now every day! So far so good on my LD journey!

I had a dream of a star I think it was Antares, or atleast that's what I thought in the dream, then I started thinking that it would be cool to put a planet close to a bigger star and I put it in some place close to that star, there was another star relatively close so I hid it from the other :p . Then I touched the sun that was close to my brand new put planet and I was surprised that it didn't burn me.

Now the world is gone, I'm just one...

I wake up in my bed. I am naked, I wonder at the fact that it's already time for me to awaken, since it feels as though I've only just fallen asleep. I'm about to leave my room, but on the way out I lean against the wall near my door, pressing my forehead against it. 'How can I know whether I'm dreaming, or awake? It's all the same... How can I know any of this is even real... Keep sleeping to dream, because I hate my life, hoping I'll come out of it better, with some shred of something I can use, something to inspire, to move, to find an answer, an escape. But sleep just seems to install new bars into this cell. How can I even know I'm not dreaming right now.'

For the fuck of it, I flip the light switch just beneath my head on and off. Nothing happens. I look at the ceiling, the walls. Everything is here. The mask hanging from my door, the books, the silvery rays coming in through the window. I realize I'm not awake, but still asleep. I reflect for a few moments on how detailed and vivid everything is, how 'real' it is, nothing missing. Realizing this doesn't make me happy or excite me, but instead fills me with a feeling of isolation. The walls no longer real, just pictures of walls, the idea that beyond them, isn't a real city, no apartment, no livingroom, no father... Beyond these walls there isn't a home, because these walls aren't real. They're just my memory of them. And what of the real walls? Those don't build a home, either. I'm upset by the lack of comfort, familiarity, of reality, since this 'room' is just a 'ruse'. My malaise deepens as I reflect on how, 'the real thing', isn't actually any better. What was I expecting?

An anatomically correct digital rendering of someone's face, speaking, crying... The 'realness' of it isn't moving, but disturbing, soul-less. It looks so real, it's 'correct', but it isn't. It isn't comforting. It's unnerving, you become suspect of something so... Accurate, but, lifeless. A doll.

I pull on a pair of jeans and start to slide my belt through the loops. I stop partway through fastening the belt, realizing the pointlessness of getting dressed in a world that consists of only me. I think, I don't want to know what's outside of these walls. And I don't have to, I can leave another way. I open the window and remember how I'd been thinking about jumping out of it. Well, now I can. I remember how much I think about punching it until it breaks, when I'm mad. I slide the window as far open as it'll go, but it refuses to open far enough to let me jump out of it, it jams.

So I punch the window. It doesn't give. 'This is MY DREAM, and you BREAK.' I put my fist through it, it shatters, shredding my knuckles open and raking the flesh off my arm as it goes through. My arm is 'reforming' as quickly as it's being torn apart, as I need to thrust several times to knock out all of the leftover shards. Knots of scartissue creep up my arms like ribbons, replacing the gashes. I rip the frame out of the window and toss it behind me.

For a moment I question whether I'm really dreaming, or just having delusions of grandeur before I jump out of a window and kill myself. 'I'm going to fly,' and I close my eyes and rocket out of the window, or so I think. Turns out I actually just jumped REALLY HIGH. I float back down onto a building lined up right beneath my window. Looks like a warehouse. I am alone. I consider making someone to travel alongside me, consider summoning a DC. I start forming one, particles aligning in the air. I delete it before it materializes completely. There's no point. She's hollow. A shell. Like building a robot of a woman. I can't bring myself to do it. I have to just move forward and hope there's something at the end, hope I'll find someone, find somewhere.

The fastest way to the other side of the warehouse is 'through', so I slide the door open and go in. Inside is a 'panic room', the walls made of steel. I hear the door behind me bolt shut. It's silent, just like outside. Nothing, no one, is in here. I shake my head and laugh, egging on my subconscious. 'I can't be kept in here. Is this supposed to make me afraid?' I go to the far wall and sock it. It leaves a huge dent, but no opening. I take my finger and use it as a laser cutter, slicing out portions of the wall until I have a square opening big enough to step through.

It opens up into a roof top. It's a beautiful day. The sun is out. Everything is clean. Deserted. I look down onto the empty streets below. I snap my fingers and people appear. Down below, their cellphones go off, chewing gum, laughing, signing each other, driving, eating, biking, unknowing. I want to believe they're real, that I can save them, have a meaningful interaction with one if I just greet with selective blindness, be the king of ants. But I can't swallow it. I snap my fingers again and they disappear.

I have to keep moving... Find something, anything, other than this horrible quiet, or the alternative- synthetic companionship. I jump from roof top to roof top, on and on for miles... The buildings slowly become more and more decayed, crumbling, wisteria growing through the old concrete and splitting it. I reach the last rooftop. I've reached the 'end'.

It's a white sand beach, with colorful shells scattered about, and then the ocean, all around. This is the land's end, the very end, and there is nothing else. I look around for someone else, some sign of life, evil, good- either, something other than just.... This. I can't stand how beautiful it is, the perfect waves, the flawless sand and sun, but my heart drained of all enthusiasm. The 'perfect day', unthinking, fills me with agony and isolation. I drop to my knees and thrust my hands out in frustration, reel back and start to scream at the sky. I want to eject this pain, vomit all of it out, be capable of feeling something besides 'empty', 'broken'.

My scream starts out as a human scream, faintly echoing back to me through the hollow corridors of the buildings behind me. I keep screaming, and the scream grows into an otherworldly roar, screeching into the perfect blue. The scream develops earthquakes, the sea shoots up around me in spikes of black water, jutting into the sky, which grows dark, and the wind begins to howl. The clouds and the waves, claw at each other, meeting in the air. Lightning snaps all around, dead sea creatures rise, cooked, to the surface. Cyclones form, hurling debris around me. The tide creeps up and fills all of the sea caves, swallows the buildings, swelling higher and higher, engulfing the land, then, crushing it in a fist of water and black ice. The sky has opened up into the sea, reaching into it, an enormous gaping maw.

I get a view of myself from within the mouth of the sky. A tight cylinder around my body upward, is the only space that is dry, a beacon of sand and light in the havoc. I'm on my knees, still screaming, long hair coiling and snapping like snakes around my head. The rest of me is frozen, fingers curled in agony and frustration, as the scream just rolls on and on out of my body. I'm trying to eject everything, purge it, but it just keeps going. I keep screaming hard and harder, waiting to 'run out' of pain, run out of the need to scream, but the pain doesn't go away. I'm trying to 'let out' something that's endless. The world is destroyed, but the pain goes on, never emptying. The cup continues to fountain and overflow.

This is pointless. I stop. The sky reforms, the tide sucks back into the sea, the sand dries, the buildings reappear, the sun peers back through the clouds. There isn't any trace of what just happened, anywhere in sight. No sight of the pain. It's hidden again. Perfect again. Quiet. It feels the same. I lay on my back in the sand, motionless, wishing my life, my dream, would make up its mind. Please start, or just be over with. This isn't living, and this isn't dreaming. It's over. It fades to black.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations

Playing Mouse Trap

I was walking down the stairs at home. There was an old man with long white hair, wearing no top and tight trousers. He was on the ceiling above me. Suddenly he threw a mouse trap at me! It managed to catch me and snapped shut, gripping my skin. Ouch! I quickly removed it and threw it back at him. It caught him on the back and snapped shut, gripping his skin in much the same way. He scurried off.

Downstairs I ran in to my brother. He explained that a weird old man had just thrown a mouse trap at him. He also told me that it was some kind of twisted game where the 101st person to be caught by it would die. Of course, he threw it at me and it again caught me. Naturally, I was having none of it and I threw it back.

We proceeded to chase each other around the house throwing it at each other in turn. We were essentially trying to kill each other, which isn't very brotherly. Eventually he missed me, and I threw it at him again. I suddenly recall no more of the dream, so I don't know if it ended, I killed him, or if something else happened.

New Bioware Game

One of the guys that runs the game developer Bioware was showing me a new game they were working on. There was a big LCD screen and he was walking me through it, although the dream seemed mostly like my perspective was that of the camera in the game rather than me looking at a screen.

Strangely, it wasn't really an RPG but more of a Real-Time Strategy game. There were tribal looking guys standing around a camp fire. He sent them out and eventually he captured a small group of people who were hanging out on the map. Then he captured some more and built a large tent structure. There was a guy of some significance, like a leader character for the settlement or something. Anyway, it was explained that he was automatically generated, but could be deleted and a new one placed which could be named and have his appearance customised. So, the guy was deleted and a new guy created. He was showing me what were pre-generated characters. He selected from portrait pictures similar to the Baldur's Gate games, but they became increasingly surreal looking like strange abstract portraits.

I find myself in some sort of room. I don't there are four couches in the room, two side-by-side facing the other two in the same position. Sitting on the couches is a motherly and fatherly figure, and possibly their huge family.
The mother announces "How about we go play Laser Tag?" To which, the children shout and yell for joy. Next thing I know, they're attaching frozen fingers to their fingerless hands.
While they are doing this the children sing a song I've decided to title "It's Eyes". Don't ask.

Really disturbing dreams last night...

I had so many seperate dreams last night, I don't even know where to get started.

Let's start with the least memorable, shall we?

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I was at some, I have no idea what it was. I think it was a graduation party. All of my friends and even some my teachers were there. For some reason, a lot of people were going around shirtless. Don't ask.

One of my female friends was concerned because she was convinced she was putting on weight, and everybody, including myself, tried to tell her she has lost weight.

My Theory of Knowledge teacher also asked me if I had kept up with my reading, because she had apparently assigned me an independent assignment, or something like that, to read a lot.

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I was at my uncle's house, on the patio, which had turned into a sort of game room. I ask him why he doesn't play pool by himself. He says it's too boring. I try to tell him I play solitaire all the time, either by just practicing shots or playing 1-player 2-player. He invites me to play a game. The game goes something like this.

There are holes on the wall of the house. They are at different spots, and different sizes. You have some balls. The objective is to take those balls, and throw them into the holes. Depending on which hole you throw them into, you get various amounts of points.

So, we start playing. Since I, of course, have no throwing ability, I end up missing most of the time. My uncle, on the other hand, makes many points.

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I'm in my old English class. Doesn't act as a dream sign. (God damnit.)

The chairs are reverse to what they normally are.

I'm sitting on the far right, in the back row. My best friend, G, from last dream journal, is sitting diagonally up and to the left of me. Why he still hasn't worked as a dream sign, I really, really don't know.

The assignment, as far as I can tell, is to play and beat a Rogue-like. =/

Yeah, don't ask.

I remember it being black background, as per usual for a rogue like, with red text.

I don't remember what sort of character I was playing, but G was playing... A ranger.

G leaves to go to the bathroom. The class decides, for some reason, to erupt into song. I don't know what song it is, but I vaguely recall thinking it was a popular pop song, by Miley Cyrus or something like that.

My english teacher, Mr. B, tries to calm everybody down, but only really tries once G gets back from the bathroom and makes a comment about the singing. I'm at first afraid G might go into a rage and kill everybody for singing, but then he just sits down and goes back to playing.

The assignment turns into a paper one, although G is still playing the Rogue-like.

It's got something to do with fish. I remember one of the questions was to circle a word in the paragraph below it. It was all really stupid work.

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This was the fuzziest of them all.

I think it was RPG/Fantasy based. I'm walking around a lot, I know that. I remember two middle-aged Jewish women who were walking around who I kept bumping into, as well. I remember vaguely a world-map like view at some points. I know it was definitely Medieval in style, as there was a castle with stone walls, everything was made out of wood, etc. I think there were elves, too. I remember vaguely elven-styled inns along one of the paths. I think I remember going into a tomb.

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Now this was the most action-packed one from last night.

It starts off with me not being there. It's a third person view, like I'm watching a movie.

So, there's two Italian guys. One Italian guy is arrested and betrays the other Italian guy to the police. They're mobsters, I guess. Anyways, Italian guy who got betrayed is like "Ohhhh fuck no, I'm not going to jail." (Some settings included a lot of brick buildings, which I guess was supposed to be NYC.)

So he promptly sets up an entire fortress to get ready for the police. Now, this thing is pretty elaborate. Let me describe it to you

First off, there's only one way into the place. Besides this entrance, the entire place is surrounded by swamp and forest. And this one way is blocked off by a chain-link fence.

The fortress itself is deserving of the name. It's made of a white material, I'd almost call it marble. The Italian guy has every gun imaginable on the damn thing, from artillery pieces to anti-air to machine guns to snipers to... Well, everything. He doesn't exactly plan on being arrested by the police, let me tell you what.

At this time, I'm still in observer mode.

Anyways, things start up. Besides an entire army of police, you have a group of concerned citizens, who also bring their kids along, getting ready to fight the mobster, since he's apparently done some great evil which they must rectify. As the police in their white vans line up at the chain link fence, the mobsters let out a few shots with their AA guns, just to scare them. A company of mobsters goes down onto the path (By the way, the path from the fence to the fortress is a straight, dirt one, about 10 meters, with water to either side.) getting ready to face the on-coming charge.

The police break through the chain-link fence, and all hell breaks loose.

Of course, for some reason, my brain ignores the guns on top of the fortress. All it wants to see is the army of mobsters and the army of police and do-gooders clash.

So they clash, and an epic battle erupts. I think, at this point, I finally enter. I'm apparently on the mobster's side, so I'm going around "shooting" people with my fingers, although I can't remember if they actually affect them, so I think I may still be observing. I do remember at one point thinking about how this was just a video game. Reminded me of Resonance of Fate, because I was sliding around and doing rolls and jumping in the air and stuff.

I remember after a while I decided to try to save some of the kids. I grabbed one, who was actually a kid version of one of my friends, C, and brought him to an island off the path, which was surrounded by forest except for one entrance.

I set him down next to what I can only think was the Great Deku Tree, and ran off to get more children. Oh god that sounds creepy.

So, I grab another child. GOD DAMNIT THAT SOUNDS SO CREEPY. I bring him to the entrance, and notice somebody going in. Somebody sadistic. Oh crap. I rush forward, and tell the guy, who was on the mobster's side, NO KILLING CHILDREN. He begrudgingly agrees, and I set the newest kid down, amongst now an entire group of children.

I go back out of the enclave to find that the battle is over. Stuff happens, and for some reason it turns into something like Sealab, the fortress does, I mean.

I'm going with the commander, the same Italian dude, when something happens. I think somebody accidentally sets off a gas bomb, or something.

I rush to my quarters, and close all the air hatches, including some I'd never noticed before. I also notice a voice transmitter on the door, which I can use to talk to people outside the door. Strangely enough, my quarters are only big enough for me to fit in, and not any bigger. I try to change into another outfit, for some reason. I open a closet door, as the commander is calling me for something, only to remember that's where I stashed my trash. All the trash falls out, and I desperately grab it, rush out, and throw it legitimately away.

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And that's all, folks!

Non-Lucid
Lucid

I had been dreaming about an old abandoned house on my parents farm. Its up in the hills in the country and its a very creepy old house. There were a few people there and we were having a party, the house was in a slightly different area and not the same at all, it didnt have the creepy vibe at all. Then there was a bit of a jump and I was on the doorstep of the house, now it was exactly the same and in the correct spot. I felt the creepy vibe and all my friends had gone.

Somehow I had the feeling I was imagining the scene while awake. Then I thought it was wierd that I could actually move around so I did an RC. I looked at my hand and pushed a pinky finger out.

I was lucid! I still had the creepy vibe so I walked outside the house. For one of the first times I remembered to rub my hands together. I felt unstable quite a few times but concentrating on my hands seemed to fixed this. I also made extra fingers come out often just to keep the stability. I formed an extra thumb which looked pretty funny!

I heard someone coming so I ran down the hill infront of the house. I turned around and a small kid not much older than 5 came at me. He looked savage and evil. I punched him in the face a few times. This seemed to change him, he didnt look evil now and was nice. It was like he was my son or something. We were down by the road now and there was not much room to walk on the side of the road. I told him to be careful as 2 cars drove past. Then a truck drove up and stopped at the side of the road. Somehow I knew the guy was dodgy. Either a pedophile of a serial killer. He didnt see me and I jumped ontop of the vehicle. I smashed my hand through the driver window and into his face. He hopped out and he wasnt happy. I got nervous and didnt know what to do. He went to the back of the truck where he had 2 shotguns. I didnt know what to do. I didnt want to get shot and waste the lucid. I tried flying but I couldnt. I ran as fast as I could and jumped. I closed my eyes and thought of the moon, raven and nomad in hopes I would end up there or with one of them but I woke up

FIRST DREAM:

Come across news article about 'Roy Spencer', older gay gentleman, now dead, victim of a hate crime. I write an angry article about how if only anyone gave a fuck, maybe this sort of thing wouldn't happen. (The gays can't even get a leg up, this is a huge fking problem, how's a tranny even supposed to deal when a gay man can't even live without being beaten into a casket.) 'We can all sit around and whine and bitch to other gays within our closed social circles about this, but that doesn't solve the real problem- the fucking problem is Out There, in the REAL WORLD, not in the stagnant, 'safe' homosexual microcosms we create for ourselves in big cities! The only reason these exist is to keep us from remembering the truth- that out there, we're fucking sideshow oddities and second class citizens! Did you know his name? Did you? Yeah, if you did, maybe this never would've happened, right? Because no one fucks with the gays in YOUR social circle. So what, we have to know a shit ton of other gays, be part of a buttfking gang in order to be safe, be respected? What about all of the other gays you don't know, the ones you can't protect because you *aren't* sleeping with each other? No matter how big the homo microcosm in San Fran gets, guess what! Roy Spencer is still in bumfk Egypt, Georgia, getting pillaged to death! THINK about that!' I talk to Justin about this within the dream, as we go for a walk through China town on the way to my old home on Kukui Street. He thinks this is all hilarious, and feigns anger to 'get me all riled up', but the only thing that comes of it is I mouth off to him, too, for being white, male, 'straight', cisgendered and middle class, and to top it off, indignant. END.

SECOND DREAM:

Had a birthday celebration marathon that included many of the students from my middle school, years and years back. Part of the fun was driving racecars around on the ice, which was incredibly dangerous, but we didn't care. This was a race we held every year, but this time it was setup so that it would take place on my birthday. Ambi often won, so she was talking smack about how she was the best, 'because my mom's a racecar driver! And quite frankly, I know how to drive!' But one of the blonde girls from my intermediate school, who played the part of 'the new student' showed up on a Kawasaki Ninja and when it came to the race, left Ambi in the dust. She whined incessantly about this. At the end of the race, her and a Bruiser(from Borderlands) had ended up in a draw, so they had a rematch with just the two of them on a track. We had to ride a trailer to a new track since the cars had turned the road on the previous one to slush.

While we were in the motorhome on the way to the new track I was admiring 'the new girl's skin, which was flawless, and I was thinking about telling her to take good care of it, since she looked like she had the potential to age beautifully, but I didn't have the nerve to even talk to her. She seemed to think I was creepy. I was afraid she'd make fun of me. We decided to stop by the side of the frozen desert at a little roadside restaurant, where it was now Scott's(another kid back from middle school) birthday instead of mine. When I turned a dial, all of the seats rotated so that everyone was sitting in a new formation. I arranged everything so that it would be 'perfect'.

Someone had tacked a note above the table I was sitting at, that had UV reactive ink on it that you could only read with a special flashlight. I found the flashlight in my pocket and me, the new girl, and two other guys, one who wasn't me, but looked like I do in WL, read it: 'The people assigned to sit here, Scott actually has huge crushes on. If any of you would be so kind as to strip or at least get topless once he has his seat next to you, well- that would be quite a present now, wouldn't it?' I remember being surprised that this implied Scott was at least bisexual, possibly more into dudes than girls (wtf?) seeing as to how the fraction was 3:1. I was embarrassed, because I'd stripped my wifebeater off before I'd even read the note, since for some reason it was ungodly humid within the diner.

One of the girls across the restaurant whistled and yelled something like, 'Well, he sure is quick to fulfill wishes, isn't he!?' I heard another girl yell, 'God, he's so skinny! You could eat from the depression under his ribs!' I started to turn red and, stuttering, insisted that it wasn't my intent to 'make a show' out of taking my shirt off. I started trying to scramble back into it before anyone else catcalled me, but Scott was already having a seat. The boy who had my face said, 'Aww c'mon dude, don't fuck it up right when he shows up. At least let him get a look at'cha, Skeletor.' Scott overheard this and was mortified, and said, 'Did... did someone tell you something about me that you AREN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW?' He started to panic.

I didn't want to lie, but I didn't want to give him the impression I was 'undressed for him', either, but I was also afraid my full explanation would seem like a rejection, not to mention being paired with revealing that people had been gossiping about him. I hated the drama and wished I never knew, and that I wasn't here. END.

Hey this was my dream that i remembered from last night, it is significantly longer than my last one and is in quite a bit more detail.

We are moving house. The tail of my skateboard breaks, i am holding it in my hands wobbling the tail, i felt deflated. i tell my mum and she didnt seem to care. On the way to the new house we stop at an avairy where we ask the worker to get the most aggressive bird. The worker puts his/her hand in and is immediatly pecked by a black bird with a white neck and red beak, no bigger than a pidgeon. Meanwhile scaling the outside of the cage is the bird we would take to our new home. The new house was in a row of semi detatched houses. When we open the door a big long dark stairscase is infront of me. We move through to the living room, which is more warm and inviting. There is a big TV, wide screen but an older model so more chunky. Everyone watches the TV but i keep asking where do i put the avairy. I then move to a corner of the room and move a sleek black wooden table aside to create a cove where the avairy could go as there was an indent in the wall. I then left the room and came back to find the avairy in the space i prepared.

The Dream then changes scene

I am walking down a road one that is a mix of the features of a local near by main road and a ancient greek style road. I am walking with my friend Harry and talking about another friend Matty G. We are walking over a bridge and i ask " we are not having people over already are we?" "no" Harry replies and then my friend peter appears and says just me. As we walk back i talk about mending my skateboard when we see this group of girls we dont like by some traffic lights. Another friend called Jake then crosses the road and i continue talking about putting my skate trucks onto my Old Old fracture deck.

19.07.2010

Employed in a top National Security room. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

A decent night. I recalled four dreams and two or three dreams were pretty long. I missed some detail on the dreams, but they are still with a lot of detail. However, two of them are fragments. I had a fifth dream, but my wife's clock woke me abruptly and I forgot it entirely.
Third of the night:

I was going to be hired to clean in a room were the flights of several civil and military place were monitored. This place was some sort of National Security room and only very authorized people could get in. I wanted to get in there to gather information for an unknown reason.

I was inside this place. It was full of computers. The light was low in this place and the floors were black pearl. I saw some military working here and some stairs down to the next floor. That was the restricted area were I was going to work. I was with my wife and we searched for another employee for me to get started.

A female employee asked my wife to leave and escorted me to the restricted room. The room was full of computers, radars and military.







A guy who was a manager started to explain to me that I had to handle the equipment with care. Specially one of them. He pointed me out a huge radar that needed to be cleaned every day, but had several buttons that could cause a cataclysm if pressed. There was some soda dipping from this radar, I was going to clean it, but he told me that it was not a major flaw for cleanness.

On one of the computers, I saw a wireless controller inside a small cone. It was similar to this:







I was wondering what it would be for. I was told how to clean that equipment as well. I saw some pasta inside the cone, so I took all out of it and cleaned it. The manager told me that I was bright and I could work in the room as a researcher instead. He told me it was going to be a lifetime commitment but with a big monetary reward. He asked me if I was sure and I affirmed.

This manager reunited all of us and started to explain something about gravity. He told us that we needed to complete an assignment about gravity. He wanted transcripts, videos, pictures, everything. It was to prove our loyalty. He told us the first part of the assignment was due next Wednesday, which was 48 hours from that moment.

I was a little worried if I had time to complete it. I knew I was in there for the only purpose of spying, but I kind liked the job and I wanted to go for it.

Missed dream signs:
- Getting employment in a place where I have never applied.
- Soda spill not being a cleanness issue.
- A cone with pasta and a controller.
- The assignment... it had nothing to do with the job.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Talk with the DC and ask about my own secrets that were unknown for me..