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Went to bed tonight with a strong voice saying I'd be lucid

1AM
Woke up. Had in my mind a list of things that I had to do. It was like I was trying to remember in my dream that I was supposed to do reality checks in my dream. It wasn't quite a dream though. It was more of a fixed idea that was posted onto my mind's eye

2:45 AM
Went to my old house in SP. It also had the feel of a place I work at. Two people that I'm familiar with were there. I considered staying and watching t.v. in the living room. Eventually I went to bed. My family was there in the morning. I woke up late. There were feet of snow on the ground surprisingly.

Later I was in N.B. It was like a party atmosphere. A mixture between New Brunswick, Seaside, and some market. The bars were advertising specials. A guy told me to give him my bike in a joking way. Everyone was friendly. I wanted to see my friend MC again. In the dream there was a schedule that I was supposed to follow. It was a sleep schedule. There was only a small time frame devoted to REM sleep which disappointing me.

5:55 AM
I'm at the library watching t.v. when JL's band starts performing which surprises me because I was at the show that is being televised. The t.v. disappears and I am at the show. The band is really stoned. They are smoking bowls out of their mic stands.

A girl from work is in bed with another girl. They are getting high.

I see some dough in the refrigerator and I want to make some myself.

6:45 Am

A guy from my work breaks his arm and comes in to my office. I tell him to sit down but down put the chair beneath his butt and he falls down. The bone is sticking out of his arm. I try to call 911 but I can't figure out how to work my phone and I keep ending up calling the wrong person. I keep calling 811 instead. Trying to call 911 in a dream but not getting through is definitely another dream sign and it appears later as well.

Later I am walking down George Street. I am at a crosswalk when I witness a girl ride her bike thoughtlessly into the street and get hit by a van. I go to help her. The van doesn't leave immediately but still nobody comes out. The crash causes traffic but nobody else is coming out to help. Nobody on the street at starbucks is coming to help either. It is just me. The people in traffic are beeping. I wait with her and try to calm her. I want to move her from the road but she can't move. I assume that somebody is calling 911 but we wait for a while and nobody comes. Finally, some of her friends arrive to comfort her and to help with her recovery. I try to call 911. I get through but the male operator doesn't believe my story. By the way, the girl is beautiful. I demand to speak to another operator. It is a woman. She doesn't believe me either. I go to some other friend and tell her to call 911 because they don't believe me. As she's calling, we're holding each other. The operator believes this girl. Afterwards, I go to starbucks.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was night. I was riding in a car with a group of people. I sat in the backseat, on the passenger side. We were driving through a neighborhood full of buildings that looked kind of like houses, but were more like apartments. They were thin and tall, with three or four floors. Each floor was like its own apartment.

We drove past blocks and blocks of these houses. We were also driving really fast, passing all the houses at an incredible rate. We went up and down hills. Some of the hills we passed over seemed to have these house-like apartments set into them.

As we passed the side of one of these buildings, a woman, either in my head or in the car, told some weird story about how she'd accidentally dialed 911 on her phone and then left the phone alone. The girl was some kind of hot girl, and she lived with a couple other hot girls.

Apparently all the girls thought they were going to get in trouble. But they also thought the whole thing had been some kind of prank that another girl had played on them.

We now blasted through a neighborhood full of these houses. But as we did, we seemed to lift up onto a ramp. It lifted us over what looked like two or three different levels of these blocks of tall, thin house-apartments.

As we drove along, the levels of housing blocks began to appear more like floors in a gigantic shopping mall. It was like we were driving along a balcony walkway in the mall, one that took us across the center of the open space made by the balconies projecting out from the walls.

I saw all of this as if I were positioned backward in the car. But soon it was like I was in the front of the front seat, looking back beyond the people in the front and back seats. Then it was like the car we'd been in was gone. The people who'd been in the car were probably also gone now.

I could see all the way down to the first floor of the mall. I saw that the mall's floorplan was built with a circle at its center. From this circle, the mall branched off into four separate shopping areas. They must have been corridors full of stores. But all I could see was that the areas each began with one huge store.

The back section, which was, apparently, where we'd come from, was green. The sections to the left and right were blue and yellow -- maybe yellow on my right and blue on my left. I'm not sure. And I don't know what the color of the front section was.

I was now up on some high floor in the mall, probably standing out at the top of the escalators and in front of a map and information sign.

A man or woman stood with me. He or she was tall with grey hair. He or she seemed kind of intelligent, probably liberal.

The person asked me something like would I like him or her to take me around the mall. I said no. I didn't have much time to spend in the mall, anyway, and I already had a plan for how I was going to do it.

I said that I had come from the green area. I knew that each section of the mall was humongous, enough for one day's worth of exploration. I said I was going to head back to the green area and spend a little time there. Then I'd look for the exit and, apparently, find the car I'd driven here in the parking lot.

The person may possibly have said that was fine. The person was now gone.

I turned around and walked toward the front area. I walked into some big, dim room. The room was empty, and it was barely lit with an almost amber-colored light. It was shaped kind of like a wide, shallow seashell. The walls were a dark, polished, black material.

There were quite a few people in the room. But we were all quiet and calm. An Asian woman's voice came on over some speakers. The woman began informing us that everything was about to begin.

Apparently we all, even I, knew what to do. We walked to the edge of the room, where the carpet stepped up toward the wall, forming something like a kneeling area, like for communion at church. We all knelt down.

The woman told us something about breathing in a substance which would cause hallucinations. The hallucinations weren't caused, the woman said, by the chemical. Rather, the chemicals we'd breathe in would trigger the chemical "mercaptan" (???) in our brains. This would create hallucinations.

As we breathed in the substance we would have to think of some famous person we wanted to see. We would hallucinate that person, but the person would also do something like materialize, be real.

We all now put plastic bags over our mouths and, probably, noses. The bags were weaker than grocery bags. But they were all about half-inflated with something. Even when the air inside the bag was breathed in, the bag remained half-inflated. I tried to figure out how it worked. But I couldn't.

I breathed the air in. I could smell a trace of something, which I assumed was the drug. The famous person I wanted to see was the 17th century English poet Abraham Cowley. So I focused on him.

At some point the back wall had disappeared, revealing another room like the room I was in. The room was completely empty.

But I wasn't having any hallucinations about Abraham Cowley. I figured this whole thing probably didn't work after all, anyway. I pulled the bag down from my face.

I know got a bit of a heavy bump from someone on my right side. I looked over -- it was now like I was sitting on a stool at a bar. All the people were sitting at the bar. And the wall seemed to be back.

The person to my right was standing. It was the person who had been standing with me near the information map. I now knew that this person was a man. But he was now done up completely like a woman. The reason he'd left before was so he could get all done up.

He didn't look bad. He was probably in his fifties, and he dressed like a liberal woman in her fifties. He wore jeans and a black, ribbed, turtleneck sweater. He had his short, grey hair done in a feminine fashion. He wore a lot of foundation makeup, which I thought was weird. But he didn't look bad.

Still, I was kind of embarrassed that the guy had come to hang out with me. I wondered if, wherever we went in the mall, the people around us would think I was going out on a date with this guy. I didn't want anybody to think that.

(Shallow...)

The person spoke about something in a relaxed but kind of loud voice. As the person spoke I felt a bit more relaxed. It seemed like if we just spoke about things that didn't have to do with sexuality, I wouldn't have to worry about what people would think of me for walking around with the person.

Oct.25, Tue. No nap. Bed 11.30pm.

3.30am, 5am and 6am - either continuation of same dream, or something very similar. Was not able to make out any details even when I woke up from a dream and knew I had a dream.

Main dream - woke up at 7.30am.
I was in a house I grew up in but no longer live here IRL. I only come here to visit my parent and IRL I'm here right now.

I was taking care of 1-2kids about 4-7 years old. One lady came by with her kid(s) of same age and they befriended each other. Soon I became suspicious and confronted the other kid. Turned out she is not a kid, but she is 19 years old and trying to make my kid to do something bad. I kicked her out. By now, there was about 8 teenagers at the front door, trying to come in. I felt threatened. I tried to call 911, but couldn't make the numbers right, misdialed, couldn't hang up on a misdialed call, then my land lines were cut and I realized my cell is missing and realized that they had to come in a house already and steal my cell.

There was banging on a front door. I look out the window and see them walking outside like protesters or preaching something. I thought to call out for help as soon as first car comes by. Then I see a civilian car stopping at the house with lights flashing, like an undercover cop. I yell for someone to call police. Suddenly, there is a bunch of people on a street and I see a lady in civvies with a police badge on a sleeve. I know we are safe and wake up.

2/18-19. 430. Near the hospital and church, but the hospital isn’t there, night The building next to it looks different and is more like an office building, multi story also. Some business lady is outside of it. See some light smoke coming from the front door. Get closer to it and then realize there’s a fire (can’t see fire). I call 9-1-1, but I’m not even getting a dial tone, like the line is out. Call Captain Xxxx to tell him, but same thing with his cell number. Then I’m at home talking to mom about it. Dark in our house. Point that the fire is west (would actually be north). Mom says to try calling again. Call 9-1-1, doesn’t work, then call Xxxx, no dice. Realize that I’ve been annoying and they won’t want to talk to me (What? Haha)

This dream is so jumbled up so I have to rearrange the sequence of events a bit to make it logical.

I am at a dinner party and there are a lot of attractive girls there with their parents. I leave the party. It is dark outside. My motocycle is parked near a 7Eleven and thieves dressed as university students/ vocational students (of Thailand) are trying to steal my motobike. So I try to push them away but there are too many of them (about three or four). I am worried that they would also try to steal my friends' car so I ring the police. I am pretty angry by now. I dial 911. For the first time I don't think they picked up. Then for the second time I hear a lady's voice. She speaks English. She asks for my location and I tell my girl friend who is standing near me to look at the street address on the corner. Then I realize, heck!, I'm in Thailand, I should have dialed 191. So I say sorry to the lady and redial. I don't get any response. I ask Lily-1 about what I should do. She tells me a series of complicated numbers to dial with. I enter the 7Eleven to use their phone. I get very frustrated over the long series of numbers.
"I'm only trying to ring the police, why should this get so complicated?!!," I say. Then yell long and loud out of anger much like in Shrek 4. Everyone is dumb-founded. Lily says that it is difficult because funding is poor.
I go to a rehersal (presumably those girls' rehearsal). Heaps of people are standing in a large slanted room. The teachers are sitting at a long table. About 5 of them at the front. I look over at them and leave.
I am back stage at the show. The background is very white. I am about to leave as I had seen the show before. One of the girls say, "don't leave. We are only girls once."
There's a toilet backstage. I am about to use it but realize that when the scene lifts up everyone will see me sitting on the toilet.

I am now at a parade. Across the street there is a government building that the parade cars are going into. The cars are black and very posh. Girls and boy step out of their cars to get their pictures taken by the journalists. Their moms drive. I look east and see the Universal Studio globe but for some reason this place is Disneyland to me. I thought to myself, "Can I go on rides after this event for free?" The globe opens up to a large black panel I don't know what for.