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    September 10, 2010

    by , 09-10-2010 at 06:12 PM (598 Views)
    surprisingly funny and neat dreams for 6 hours of sleep. especially the guitar part

    Guitar To Save My Life (vivid non-lucid)

    I am driving down a snow covered road. I lose control and bail out. I sit and watch my car recklessly barrel down he street. I look behind me for a cop. None. Look ahead and one is parked on side of the road. His lights go on and he drives right up to me. "On your knees!" he yells with the gun pointed at me.

    I am handcuffed. He walks me over to the outside area of a shabby apartment building and just walks away. I see a lot of gangsters walk out. "Criminal justice!" one says. I know they about to beat me to a pulp. I stand up, handcuffs are gone, and start playing a guitar that appeared out of nowhere. I can't play too well while awake but I was awesome. I sort of just moved my hands around parts of the neck that I know make the sounds I was looking for. I played a lot like Dimebag Darrell of Pantera. (Pantera - The Sleep)

    Transition, I continued to my original destination, my friend J's house. I ran into a girl going to the same house. His house was similar to mine in the dream and he was in a room just like mine, sitting on the bed.

    No Apology Necessary (non-lucid)

    I was at work but we were playing Sorry (The Game of Sweet Revenge).



    There was an argument about the rules and when the co-worker found out he was wrong, he went crazy. He started saying offensive words and threw the game across the room. Dude needs help. We've all got problems but damn.

    A co-worker walked in, bruised, broken, and beaten. We had to help him walk but a phone rang and I got distracted. Relatives started pouring in through the door and were seated. It turned into an event, a wedding, funeral, or something like that. We obviously had a reason to see each other. I don't remember much else but seeing some younger children sitting on a big sofa.

    Oh wait, the first dream influenced the second dream. J's dad was at work with us but he was being a a huge asshole. Or maybe that was another scene or fragment..

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    Updated 09-13-2010 at 08:12 AM by 29419

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