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    1. Venezuelan Avalanches and other strange things

      by , 11-25-2014 at 05:23 PM (SuperSN's Journal of Eclectic Dreams)
      Dream 1:

      I'm in Venezuela with George W. Bush on a mountainside overlooking a city. On the other side of the city is a mountain range just like the one we're on. For all intents and purposes, the city might as well be in a really shallow canyon. A massive avalanche comes from the other mountain and sweeps over the city and us. When the snow settles, there's the coolest vista I've ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Just stunning. There were also these plants scattered around that poomf-ed out some purple dust that dotted the otherwise totally white landscape. We start walking down the mountain, along with loads of tourists. I meet lots of women CEOs and COOs on the way down. One pulls me off the trail and onto a small little rock that's hard to stand on. I find a handhold in the packed snow that's on it. She heads an online teaching service that seems to use the same framework as Udacity. Her courses are very small, but the questions are very intensive for every video.

      Flashback to her as a mom and home school teacher, she's having her kids use the teaching tool she made. She looks really frazzled, like an overworked housewife. The kids are using iMacs. A son has a blackboard over his screen, and the mom tells him to take it off and begin his quiz, already on the screen. The house suddenly catches on fire. Pan out, and we see she lives on the river in a massively dense city. I remember this fire being very famous, and a lot of people died as a result of it. She and her kids jump out a window into the river and swim downstream. There's some odd shenanigans about the kids having some sort of dormant water-based disease, and the mom can't kiss them. The father of the household, skinny tall and blonde, comes down and practically thanks the gods that his family is safe. Later, the mom's cousin who is now a handyman wiz kid comes over and starts fixing everything in exchange for room and board. He has a very strange hairstyle and those hilarious circle-cartoon glasses on.

      I'm now inside the refurbished home and accidentally pushed a brick in the wall. It sinks in, and another brick pops out slightly. I press that, then a third, then the whole wall folds in Diagon Alley-style. I descend into the depths below, Minerva McGonagall now in tow. It's like a cave, and getting from room to room takes some sucking in. All the rooms we pass are on an incline, so we just slide down slowly. In most of these rooms there are spooky-looking horizontal bookcases that have spiderwebs all over them and a large curved handle to pull them further out. We finally arrive at a room large enough to stand in and a normal vertical bookshelf with books that look like they were taken straight out of a Barnes and Nobles. They even had slips of paper in them with the price. One of the books was really thick and had a maroon and gold cover. I red the synopsis about some survival game that centers around water in a huge labyrinth. On the front it says it's part of a collection of books that are inspired by Steven King's strange dreams and hallucinations. Although the book is only $5, a steal, I decide to write down the details and check it out at the library later, because I want to be frugal.

      Dream 2 (and 3?):

      I'm riding a bike towing a large cart around town. It's pink and is pretty embarrassing. I pull up to a gas station but I'm not sure how to park my bike. I see inside my dad is speaking with a lot of other people in a lounge, and I go inside to fetch him. He's preoccupied, but I eventually get hold of him and beckon him outside. The bike has now changed colors to blue and there is a lady filling up my bike. I assume she's found a way to park the bike, but my dad tells me it's on the front wheel. We never thank the lady, and I'm not even sure I get on my bike before the dream ends. Ish.

      I'm on a porn set that looks like a bad cartoon from the mid-90s. They're currently filming a MMFF scene, and the women seem to be enjoying it quite a fair bit. The cartoon effect is removed from the dream. One of the men starts to orgasm but instead of ejaculating, he shoots lasers out of his dick that explode on contact. The crew and actors start running around like chicken with their heads cut off and this dick-laser guy is pretty distraught over the fact that he can't stop it. Turns out Zeus has cursed all male adult actors and each one has a different ailment. The dream POV moves over to the other actor and his balls are giant, metal, spiky, and detached from his body. He has to carry his dangerous balls around on a magical chain that radiates a blue glow.

      I'm in my apartment now, and my friend Garrett and my dad are with me. We're making lunches for a lot of people to eat sometime later. They're all in white lunch bags, and I think they're for a hiking trip. We wonder how we'll take these to where they need to go, and I remember I own a bike suited to this very job, the one I took to the gas station. I suggest that to some ehhs. I also think about how that male actor with the balls he has to lug around could greatly benefit from a bike like mine.
      This is where the dream ends and I wake up.

      Updated 11-25-2014 at 05:27 PM by 62515

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      non-lucid
    2. Black Surgeon and the Magic Pepper Grinder

      by , 11-21-2014 at 04:23 PM (SuperSN's Journal of Eclectic Dreams)
      Dream 1:

      It was nighttime, and me and another man were being escorted by a black man to a nice looking home. We stepped inside to an extravagant kitchen centered around a massive pillar. The other man and the black man stepped away and went somewhere else. I decided to investigate and walk around the pillar, which was covered by a counter going around the circumference. Dinner had obviously been cooked just recently. There was a all-steel stockpot whose lid was rattling around like whatever was inside was about to over boil. There were cooking implements scattered around and a glass baking pan with some pasta and a half-eaten slice of garlic bread in it. I took a sample of the bread; It was great.

      I stepped outside to a small-church-graveyard-looking thing, with a black spiked fence surrounding it. There was fog all around and a tomb (mausoleum?) off to my right. I approached the tomb and the black man, now dressed in surgeon wear, stepped outside, mumbling something about the surgery he was performing inside the tomb. The black man turned surgeon and the other man began chasing something around the house.

      Dream 2:

      Me and at least ten other people were tightly packed on a tiny green hill with a coffee table in the center of us. My mom was among the crowd. Some were standing, others sitting. Someone was making a performance. I had a pepper grinder in my hand and as if it were second nature, smacked the bottom on my open palm. I raised the grinder to reveal a wooden statue now on my palm, no bigger than the diameter of the grinder and not much taller than it. I was amazed and did the same motion to get similar results, a wooden circle on the bottom and some complex wooden design raising above it. Some designs were more complex than others. By this time I was standing and had garnered the attention of everyone else in the group, including the performer. They ooh-ed and aah-ed every time I revealed another statue. My mom in particular was very impressed, and I kept thinking that this was no sleight of hand, this was actual, genuine magic.

      Eventually I revealed the most complex design of them all, with thin ribbons crossing over each other, balls scattered throughout, and resin anime figures, which was weird. I was very impressed by this one, and shortly after I woke up from the dream.
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      non-lucid
    3. Churchball!

      by , 01-13-2014 at 08:53 PM (SuperSN's Journal of Eclectic Dreams)
      Dream 1:

      I can't remember much of it, but we were going on a ski trip from our house with Bill Eddy, my friend's father, and we were having a lot of trouble getting our shit together. I argued with my brother quite violently at one point, and I may have attempted to choke him. This is very disconcerting to me.

      Dream 2:

      Churchball, for those of you who don't know, is basically basketball with some very slight rule alterations and played casually by members of the LDS Church. It can get pretty serious depending on where you go, even so far as stake-wide tournaments on Saturdays. In my dreams, I wasn't playing churchball, but I was playing basketball and it was in the gym of the church. I'm pretty sure our coach was Will Smith. On the field there were these spots with numbers on them. The first number was the row it was in, and the second number the column. So, the number 74 spot would be row 7, column 4. One of the members on our team ordered each of us onto a spot, and should the ball come to or near our spot, it was our responsibility to deal with it, like volleyball. I was placed in a few critical places and I failed my job every time. I've never been good at basketball.

      After a while, I went into a small room on the back of the gym. In there was Conan O'Brien. He asked me a few questions about ex-Mormons and skiing and whatnot.

      Updated 11-21-2014 at 04:38 PM by 62515

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    4. Braking the car from the backseat

      by , 01-12-2014 at 07:08 PM (SuperSN's Journal of Eclectic Dreams)
      I was either in Seattle or Portland, it was hard to tell from underground. I was walking with my family away from some sort of transportation terminal, I think. In the last hallway to the door to outside, we passed a girl (guy?) I knew from Georgia named Devan. She was walking with someone that looked very similar to her, and was either her boyfriend or a cousin. I said hi and asked her why she was in Seattle/Portland. I never got an answer. In any case, she was walking toward us but decided to walk with us.

      We got outside, and we were in a parking lot. It was barely before the crack of dawn, and I think the time of day changed wildly throughout the course of the dream. My father immediately ran out in front of 2 cars in a line and ordered them to stop, because he had an orange caution vest on. They stopped only a foot or so away from my dad. I ran after him, asking him "why are you being such an asswad?" He was rummaging through the trunk of his Outback, but stopped and jumped in the driver's seat. I got into the passenger side backseat. He drove a very short distance to a pair of pink jeeps, and began to jack one of them. The second pink jeep mysteriously disappeared. I asked dad why he had to be jacking such a gaudy and obvious to find car. He must of listened to me, because he stopped jacking the car and got into the passenger seat. I looked back at the first pink jeep and it was also gone, disappeared into thin air. I assumed by previous position in the Outback. Dad shifted the car into drive, and off we were.

      For some reason, I could steer the car, sorta. Not every well. But even more miraculous, there was a brake on the passenger side of the car and my legs were JUUUUST long enough to reach it with my toes. Since we were driving in the parking lot and dad didn't have any intention of slowing down, I tried numerous times to brake and avoid cars and walls. For the most part, other cars could avoid us but the wall could not. Dad said he'd put the crash into the wall on his tab. The dream ended from my alarm.
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    5. The Edges of the World and Underwater Babes

      by , 01-11-2014 at 08:01 PM (SuperSN's Journal of Eclectic Dreams)
      I was sitting on a beach with some people who I didn't know, but were apparently my family. There was a black table with a vertical lip around it in front of me. In the table, there were areas of red sand. I noticed that Dan from Extra Credits was sitting to the left of me, and he began explaining that the table was a representation of the world, and that you could push stuff off the edges and it would be gone forever. He said that the people of the desert in the south screwed themselves over by doing this. They lost a huge portion of their land, and basically became an island nation, instead of a huge sprawling desert nation. He also explained how heroes and their legends were localized to very specific areas, but I wasn't listening very hard on that part.

      My "father" saw a green X mark on the ground forward and to the left of me, and decided he wanted to dig it up. I don't know if there was anything special there, because I decided to dig up another green X further away from the water's edge. The wind was blowing really hard though, and there was a woman sitting right next to the X. Because of my positioning, I couldn't dig the sand without the wind either blowing it back to where it was or blowing it into the woman.

      Next thing I know, I'm underwater open-air restaurant. There were a bunch of naked ladies swimming around, they were waitresses. I wanted to eat, but they only served 2 things, a $40 4 course meal or a $20 sandwich of the remains of the chicken they used to make the 4 course meal, and they fried those. I swam over to a lady with blonde hair and complained about the prices, but she scoffed at me and gave off the vibe that I wasn't rich enough to even be here. I got mad and demanded a seat, and then the dream ended.
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    6. Bombs, Natrual Selection, and spiders

      by , 01-07-2014 at 08:08 PM (SuperSN's Journal of Eclectic Dreams)
      This was a weird dream. Like, a REALLY strange dream. The dream started out and I was a soldier in a military base. Someone said to look up, and everyone did. We saw a bomb falling through the air, heading toward the base. Unlike my comrades standing around me who were freaking our, I calmly and quickly started running away from the base, as anyone would do. I remember I was breathing pretty hard and that was the focus of my attention. The vague group of people I was running with looked back, and we saw the bomb nearing the ground. I found a rock I could crouch behind. The bomb dropped, and I could see and hear the dust blowing over the rock. I passed out.

      When the dream resumes, I am in an arena of sorts with fighting between alien-like creatures who could turn invisible and the soldiers, us. It seemed very similar to the game Natural Selection. There was a young Hispanic man next to me who had a buzz cut. He told me to follow him, and I did. We passed through a circular room with some multicolored plunger-looking things lined around the edge. We turned left after going through the room and the man killed some aliens. Along the way I asked him how he survived the bomb, to which he replied, "I don't like to think about it." We eventually reached a green plunger, and I intuitively knew this was an objective for victory. It saw us and started hopping toward us. We motioned it to follow us and we trekked back to our base. In the room with the bases, for each color there was a base that looked somewhat similar to a convention booth. There were 4 people standing on one side of the booth, the one closer to the wall, and in front of each of them was a computer. There was a small barrier, and then sat the soldiers like myself. It seemed that they were awaiting orders. In any case, as we walked to the green base on the top right corner of the room, we were forced to pass the other bases. They all glared at us, because we were the first ones to bring back a victory token (point? doesn't matter) I initiated a high-5 all around with my green partners and me and the Hispanic man were off again.

      One way or another, I got separated from the Hispanic man. I found a small alcove and tried to crawl inside. I must have shrunk down in size, but I didn't realize it at the time. I was crawling around this complex of dark damp corridors, trying to find 3 black boxes with a futuristic looking pattern of blue bands on them. I was fooled by many boxes that were black and had a pattern, but were not blue. Eventually I reached a man in a mystical looking cloak and hooide who seemed to be expecting me (at this point I believe I grew back to my original size). He was levitating 7 balls of orange light in his hands. Mesmerized, I walked up to him. He asked if I wanted them, and before I could say yes, he took back his hands and either hid or made dissapear the balls of orange light. "Nuh uh uhhh", he mocked. From the shadows the the left of us crawled a giant spider. I saw the spider and said, "Please. If I'm going to die, make it as painless as possible." She immediately reached around me and stung me with an enormous stinger. I grew faint instantly, and with a few of her legs she caught me and held me in a bridal/princess carry.

      ...This, but at an easier angle. I tried to feel where I had been stung to feel the stinger itself sticking out of me. It was probably as long as my entire legs. She explained to me that I would grow faint, my blood wold clot up, and that I'd die easy. I was comforted by that. Another creature came out from the shadows to the left of us, this time looking like a male version of Nina from Fullmetal Alchemist...



      ...Who stood upright, but still had the mane that Nina had. He begun to reenact some romantic scene with the spider. It was obvious that the chimera-thing and the spider were in some sort of romantic relationship. During their reenactment, my vision flashed between what was in front of me and the monsters replaced by actual human beings, doing the same things but underwater (for some odd reason). I couldn't see the human equivalent of the chimera, but the spider was a woman with brown hair and was wearing a white nightgown from the 1800s-ish.

      This is when my alarm rang and woke me up.

      Updated 11-25-2014 at 05:24 PM by 62515

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      non-lucid , memorable
    7. Costco Frustration

      by , 04-22-2013 at 06:10 PM (SuperSN's Journal of Eclectic Dreams)
      The first I remember of the dream was walking into a Costco building, but it looked nothing like the roomy interior of Costco. The ceiling was lowered, the shelves were closer together, it took less time to walk from one place to another, etc. Right in front of me were 3 ladies standing behind tables lined up behind each other. I walked up to the first lady and she took a red balloon up to my mouth and in a very Asian accent told me to blow in it. I had a difficult time doing so, only managing to get a single blow in before it deflated. During my attempts it looked like she was measuring my blood pressure, but I couldn't tell. After a few failed attempts at blowing up the balloon, she took it away and shook her head, telling me that she couldn't measure me. I got angry and proceeded to the last woman in the table line. I asked her to measure me, but she said that if the Asian lady couldn't do it, she couldn't do it either. I demanded for her to do it, but she consistently denied me. Steam practically coming out of my ears, I stormed off.

      I passed the deli section and went down the nearest flight of stairs I could see. The room I was now in was long and skinny. A counter with another employee standing behind it was in front of me. Completely bypassing it, I walked to my right, where there were shelves and shelves of storage for frozen items. A woman, presumably a trainer for new employees, was showing her underlings how to shelve the items. I scooted past them and saw an outlet stationed in the wall for a Little Caesar's. I remember faintly that I was supposed to go in here to find food. I ordered a personal pizza and ate it up the stairs and out the store before I woke up.
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    8. Clay Sculpting Mastery, Toy Plane Exploration

      by , 04-20-2013 at 08:58 PM (SuperSN's Journal of Eclectic Dreams)
      Fragment:
      Django from Django Unchained came to his original plantation and started killing all his captors, just like in the movie.

      Dream 1:

      The first I can remember of the dream is me looking down on a meditation group from a floor above. All of them were sitting in what looked like a habitat for an animal at a zoo. There were waterworks, stones, grass, very natural things, but it was enclosed by a 2 foot high wall. After a sort time of me observing their meditation, a man in a black polo and khakis starting putting up tan tarps held up by poles. I went down a floor and asked the man what was going on. He told me the meditation session was over, and he was covering the area. I turned around and saw two friends of mine, both fathers. The one who I am more acquainted with, Dave, started talking to me. I can't remember what he said, but he pointed to a door to what looked like a closet and told me to take a shower in there.

      The room was perfectly square. There was tan tile on the floor, a shower head coming out of the middle of the ceiling, and a receptacle for towels on the left side of the room (from coming in the door). I stripped my clothes, apparently tan cargo shorts as well, and hung them on the wall. I proceeded to take a shower, but I inadvertently seemed to be getting water all over my clothes and the towels. I got pretty miffed, and I managed to get the water under control. I also decided now would be a good time to masturbate. I came buckets, twice. I turned off the shower, got a towel on, and saw a secret door in the back corner of the room. I cracked the door open just slightly, and saw a long room with tons of stuff with clay. Clay sculptures, clay pottery, clay dioramas. There was even a clay puppet of sorts, moving in the same motion over and over again. It was propelled by nothing more than some carefully placed metal plates to direct it's movement. As far as I could tell, it was moving from the momentum of it's previous movements.

      I walked in the room and ogled at all the art. Dave came in and started commenting on his work. As with before, either I couldn't remember what he said, or I didn't care. After a few sentences from him, he took me by my shoulder and walked me over to a chalkboard. He drew 2 circles, and populated them with various different things. He asked me to draw a circle and do as he did. I attempted to craw a circle, but it was horrible. He laughed and laughed at my oval/circle. I erased it, and tried again, but he only laughed harder. I did this a few times before I woke up.

      Dream 2:

      Me and my brother were flying in a small plane fit for two. He was currently driving. He made a comment about how he couldn't fly very long stretches, and landed down in front of a visitor's rest stop with a fast food restaurant in it. We went in, and sat at a table. He told me to take the plane and find Miami Beach, and to report back on where it was. I've never been to Miami Beach. As he went to the restroom, I headed out of the building to see that the plane, previously normal-sized, was now vastly different. It looked to be a tiny green toy plane, like something you'd see on a playground, like those animals with springs under them. I didn't seem to be confused though. I straddled the green wooden wingless contraption and, as luck would have it, it started to fly. Since there were no controls or anything, and it was about the length of me, I had to control the plane with my own body weight. To turn, I tilted my body in the direction I wanted to go. To speed up, I tilted my body forward, and to slow down the opposite.

      Even though the plane wasn't very fast, quite slow in fact, I was out of the (literal) woods and close to the beach in no time. I came across a sandy trail, with lots of snakes in a 3 foot area. Derryl from The Office was on the trail. I hovered next to him and asked him how to get to Miami Beach, to which he replied through the trail that snakes currently were in. He made some ballsy moves to get through the snakes, and never looked back. Deciding I couldn't or wouldn't go through the snakes and completely forgetting that I had a plane, I flew away from the trail. Eventually I made it to the beach, which was surprisingly thin but still highly populated. Lincoln Log-esque buildings, green roofs and all, lined the beach all the way down. The tiny bit of sand left not occupied by buildings was dotted by people enjoying their time by the sea. Most striking however, was the fact that there were many more of my type of planes flying around the beach. As I was flying through the beach, a woman in her thirties flew up next to me with the same exact plane, and unintentionally copied all my movements She seemed to be enjoying it, but I slowed down and let her pass me.

      I flew inside a hotel's lobby that was open to the beach and large. There were children in swimsuits playing in fountains, there were gift shops, and heavy set men buying commemorative T-shirts. After being satisfied with my people-watching, I flew out of the hotel.

      There was a but more to this dream involving canyons, scientists, and rare geometric poisonous insects, but I'll just say that flying in the little green plane has been one of the nicer dreams I've ever had.

      Updated 11-25-2014 at 05:28 PM by 62515

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      memorable , dream fragment , non-lucid
    9. Counter Strike Horror, Target Liquidation Sale

      by , 04-19-2013 at 06:36 PM (SuperSN's Journal of Eclectic Dreams)
      Dream 1:

      I was in a huge arena with a very ominous reddish-black sky. On either sides of the arena were these massive step pyramids/ziggurats, owned by each team and acting like their base.

      Each base had a different color tint, either red or blue, and the layers were frequent and thin. There were gun encampments all along my team's pyramid, but the guns were all late 1800s Gatling guns. I also remember that the two teams were playing Capture the Flag, and as you might expect the flag was in the pyramids. This is where things get freaky.

      I was probably sent to get the flag from the other team's base, as next thing I know I'm in a hallway that looks like one from one of my schools, and all the lights above were either flickering or off. A little further down than I was a man sitting down in an old high school desk. His head was turning like an owl's, around in circles. The direction was rapidly changing, but then he saw me. His facial features looked bare or empty, but I guessed that he was in his mid-thirties. The man abruptly stood up. He zipped towards me a couple steps and stopped. Again he does this until he's right up at my face, head still turning. His marble white eyes lacked pupils. The man might have said something, but I tried to run away to the branching hallway on my left. I didn't look back. I managed to get myself into a thinner hallway, but there was this strange shadow. It looked like a thin potato on a stick, but you could clearly see eyes and teeth. This thing was not good. I heard voices in my head about trying to cut the thing, because that's the only thing you could do. I turned around and saw the creature of the shadow towering above me. It was at least 7 feet tall, and was wearing some sort of burlap bag type material. It's head was just like what I saw in the shadow, but it had red eyes. Inspired from Counter Strike, I whipped out my knife and started slashing in a similar fashion. I was backing up in the process. I was petrified though, so I woke up.

      Dream 2:

      This was a far more pleasant dream than the Counter Strike House of Horrors one. Me and some other people were browsing the aisles of Target. I felt like I knew these people, and perhaps they were friends, but I don't know those people in my waking life. An intercom announced that the store was foreclosing. My group and I walked out of our current aisle and saw that things were really being foreclosed. Taking a brief look at some of the price tags, everything was on sale, most for 90% off. The store's layout had changed as well, not what you'd see at a regular target.

      The little remaining aisles were placed perpendicular and in front of the checkouts. From the back wall of the store, which had been brought up to match the new placement of the shelves, you could see a checkout and the employee working there. All of the employees to my recollection were all the same guy, and were all incredibly depressed. I wouldn't blame them. The most interesting and jarring thing about the whole change was that now, instead of Target selling what they usually sell, the store was selling strange antiques.

      We proceeded to walk around the cash registers over and over again, as that's where nearly all the big-ticket antiques were. There isn't much of interest to say that happened from that point. We laughed and pointed at all the ridiculous things on display. It seemed to be great fun. The only thing that really stuck out in my mind was that I was abnormally interested in this large figurehead-esque bust of Catwoman stood up on large black wooden beams. It looked expensive, but since it was on sale, it was only $10.

      Updated 11-25-2014 at 05:31 PM by 62515

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      non-lucid , nightmare
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    10. The Prison and the Desert Home

      by , 04-18-2013 at 07:37 PM (SuperSN's Journal of Eclectic Dreams)
      I'm fairly sure that in this dream I was in the body of, or playing the role of Walter White from Breaking Bad. Walter came into a cell with a woman who he seemed to recognize. She was in a metal basket of sorts, with packing foam all around her, only her head poking out from the top. The bars of the cell door locked us in momentarily, and Walter started saying something or other to this lady while removing the foam and exposing her extremities which were covered in boxes. In these boxes were her arms (as you'd expect) and in at least one of the boxes was a knife, which Walter took. The woman explained to Walter the situation on the road a block or so away from the prison. There was a gang that was harassing anyone who came through, either leaving for the desert of coming into the city.

      At this point I, now the lens of the dream, started going towards this gang on the border of the city and the desert. I saw them harass Biff from Back to the Future, stalled, and continued on the road away from the city and completely bypassing the gang. Eventually I reached a home, completely alone and isolated from anything. I changed into my bodily self and continued into the home. I knew through intuition that this run-down and abandoned home used to be Biff's. I looked in the medicine cabinet behind the mirror in the kitchen/living room of all places, and found some juices, beauty creams, and most peculiar, an Electroshock Therapy kit. The EST kit was held in a red nylon roll-up bag. I remember in particular that there were contacts lined up on the rightmost side of the bag. These were thin metal rectangles with black on the top 1/3 of each of the contacts.

      From this point, I have a flashback or premonition, I don't know what, but that was far too long for this entry and it is very fuzzy in recollection.
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      non-lucid