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[B][I]Anger[/I][/B]

I am eating a cheap lunch with a carpenter. He tells me he is charging me by the hour.

I am paying to eat with you? But, you wouldn't charge another carpenter!

True! he laughs with his mouth full of food. Asshole. I knock him off his chair, driving him against a bar counter, forcing my forearm into his throat.

"You going to rip me off? Fuck you. I only have $___ in the bank, you ass." He turns into my ex-friend, Deneb. Deneb looks slightly confused. "Fuck you. You're an asshole."

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[I]
I wake up from the anger. It's 4:30 am. I go back to sleep, trying to WILD, but I fall asleep too quickly. (This happens to me every day. I need to get more sleep!) I don't WILD, but, I at least remember the tail end of my dream.)[/I]

[B]Pain[/B]

I am in a large SUV or van with extended family. We are going to a family dinner. I see a graffiti artist's van. BLEST is on the side of the blue, black, and orange scheme. I realize it's the local tagger's van here in Hawaii. (My late cousin's DJ name was BLEST, and he got it from a tagger in Colorado uncannily.) The van swerves crazily, and loud dance music is blaring out of it. I don't feel like I am crying, but tears pour down my face. I can't help it. I want to be strong for my family... but,

I wake up.

[I]I realize it was actually Bobby AKA DJ Sabertooth AKA Saber driving through my dreams, but because I was not lucid, I thought it was the other guy. I smile to myself, and look forward to seeing him in dreams again.[/I]

non dream - lucid - non lucid

I am in high school, in my class room.
The class room is currently on break, but the teacher is there for some reason.
I hate her, she's always teasing me because I'm a bit of a geek.
She often makes fun of me in front of the class.
(This teacher really existed, she was a bitch and the hardest challenge I had to overcome in high school)

Someone is trying to bully me, he asks me to give him all my money.
I tell him to go fuck himself.
I know I don't stand a chance in a fight, but I know that letting yourself get bullied in high school
has much worse consequences than getting beaten up once.

We're fighting, the teacher doesn't give a shit.
She looks at us, makes sure that I am loosing and smiles at the situation and keeps working on something.
What a bitch, I hate her so much.
The bully is pushing me against the wall and punches me into the stomach a few times.

I notice it doesn't hurt the way it should.
Then I see that he is wearing a holster with a gun? Why would he do that?
I realize that I am dreaming, but I don't have the time to think about what is happening properly.

Realizing that this is a dream I immediately understand that the bully can't hurt me.
I punch him in the throat with my elbow and he lets go of me.
I am overcome with rage at this point, but not at the bully.
He's just a stupid high schooler, he can't help being an idiot.
It's the fucking teacher, the way she turns going to school into hell for me,
the way she enjoys seeing me getting beaten up, the fact that she wants to intervene now that I
am not the one getting beaten up anymore.

That's right, she stands up and wants to punish me for punching the bully in the throat.
She starts talking in her extremely arrogant voice, but I am too furious to listen to her.
I grab the gun from the bully and remove the safety.
The teacher finally shuts up and looks scared.

I point the gun at her face. I am so furious, so full of rage, I know that I am going to kill her.
I can feel the adrenaline in my body. I'm about to shoot her.

"I'm sorry..."
"Liar!"

I pull the trigger and feel the recoil of the gun. I can't see for a split second.
My teacher is falling backwards to the ground. The wall behind her is splattered with blood.
Her dead body drops to the ground and blood starts spilling over the ground.

Fuck, I didn't expect it to be this realistic.
Ah well, it's not like I really killed her, I just wanted to see what it would feel like to let myself be controlled by all this anger.
It felt quite satisfying.

I am a bit surprised.
This dream must mean that she's still on my mind, even after 10 years. Wow, I really hated that bitch.
I wonder what the reaction of the other DC's is and look around.

The bully looks at me quite surprised.

"Bitch had it coming..."

He smiles in agreement.
I hand the gun back to him, he can't hurt me when I'm lucid anyways.
The rest of the class seems to celebrate the death of the teacher.
I find this absolutely hilarious. I know that everyone hated her, but damn, they're actually celebrating!

Something happened after this which I cannot recall properly...


Note: Yes, I really hated that teacher. No, I would never kill or hurt anyone.

March 25, 2011
Lucid Dream 204: Human Kites
Series: Friends, Episode 9
around 7:00am
DILD



Me and my friend Mike D are walking through Wal-Mart. We walked back to the alcohol section and I grabbed some strange bottle of alcohol. It looked like milk. Mike D looked at me and said, "What kind of pansy sh** is that?" I then noticed his bottle was even worse. He had grabbed a bottle of some pink milky alcohol. I laughed and said, "Yours is twice as pussy as mine. Its a pink b**** drink!" There was a row of hot chicks sitting on a bench inside the store. They heard me make fun of Mike's drink and they all began laughing and pointing at him. Mike freaked out and grabbed his bottle. He held it above his head and shouted, "You want to f***ing laugh! Laugh about this!" He then slammed it down on the ground and it shattered. Everyone around was looking at Mike like he was crazy. Mike walked over to me and I couldn't help but mess with him some more for freaking out like a crazed man. The manager of the store came storming up to the mess and demanded to know who did it. I think everyone was afraid to point at Mike, so they all pointed at this shy looking girl walking behind us. The manager stormed over and told her to leave. He then walked up to us and said, "You two hold it right there! I know it was you!" I acted confused and said, "How could it be us when it was the girl behind us?" The manager told us that we were in "cahoots" with her. He then went looking for security.

Me and Mike took off running toward the front of the store. Once we reached the front of the store it had now turned into my old high school. I saw the manager enter the auditorium door and began shouting for assistance. Mike said, "He is getting the all-state track team to chase us!" I thought, "Oh shit!" We hauled ass out of the front door. Rack was in a truck waiting to pick us up right in front of the school. We tried to run as fast as we could, but we were moving at a snails pace. I kept getting slower until I finally reached the truck and hooped in. I saw the track team sprinting out of the front door. Rack punched the gas and we took off. Me and Mike were suddenly floating in the sky behind the truck.

I looked at Mike and said, "Dude, we didn't make it in the truck!" He pointed at the truck that was about to turn out of the front driveway. I lunged forward and we flew up to the back of the truck. I grabbed a long coiling hose that was hanging off the back of the truck. We held on as Rack drove off the hill. I realized how ridiculous this scenario was and became lucid. We held onto the hose and mike asked, "Shouldn't we go do something...we are dreaming right now right?" I confirmed his assumptions, but told him that we should just see where he takes us. We were high up in the air and being pulled around like kites. We had to dodge power lines for a while until we got out of town. We were now in a giant field driving toward a mountain range. We were very high above the ground and Rack was no longer in a vehicle. He was running and holding onto the coil, pulling us like kites. I lost lucidity somewhere around here.

I noticed a creature off in the distance. As we approached it, I saw it was a baboon. I started telling Mike how violent and crazy baboons were. He didn't believe me because Rafiki was nice and he was a baboon. I argued that Rafiki was a mandrill, but wasn't entirely sure. I suddenly noticed that we were very close to the ground and quickly approaching the baboon. As we got closer, the baboon let out a death squall and ran at us. It tried to jump and grab my foot, but I managed to pull them up out of its reach. Instead of Rack, Mike B was now pulling us and he was walking. I yelled at him to get his ass in gear, because the baboon was going to kill us. Mike took off running and we gained altitude once again. Soon we approached a large wooden fence with a door. We landed on the fence and climbed to the other side, just as the baboon dove and hit the fence.

I immediately gained lucidity on the other side of the fence. We were in the backyards of a small neighborhood. There were several houses in the vicinity. We told Mike B that we were lucid the whole time and he said, "So we could have just flown here?" I responded, "Well...WE did." Mike called us bastards and then told me to fly as high in the air as I could. I told him that I wasn't in a space mood. I attempted to fly over to a nearby pond, but had trouble staying airborne. I felt the dream slipping and I prepared to DEILD.

Since the DEILD didn't last very long, I'm just counting it as an extension of this dream and not its own unique dream.

I felt myself waking up and then falling immediately back into the dream. I felt my body roll over on its own and into the dream. I was back in the exact same place that I had woke from. Mike and Mike were even in the same general areas that they were when I lost the dream. I heard a noise behind me and the baboon came barreling up to me. I grabbed it with a hand on each jaw and pulled hard in the opposite directions. Its jaw snapped and it broke his top and bottom jaw. It fell over and Mike proclaimed it to be dead. The baboon immediately jumped up to attack and I grabbed him, slammed it on the ground and launched it high into the air. It fell to the ground and broke its neck. I told Mike that he should join me in my flight into space. I was showing him how to keeping gaining altitude, when I felt the dream slipping. I attempted to DEILD, but my hand was now directly in front of my fan. It was very cold and I knew I wouldn't succeed, so I woke up and wrote down the dream.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

March 15, 2011
Lucid Dream 198: Who's Driving?
Series: Friends, Episode 7
around 1:00pm
DILD

Category - Exploration


I am partying at some random person's apartment. Apparently, a couple girls had invited us there. Me and Mike are playing pong against these two cocky bastards. They kept talking about how good they were and how they hadn't lost all night. Me and Mike asked them if they wanted to put some cash on the game. We agreed to play for 20$ a cup. We straight up spanked their ass 6-0 and one of them got pissed off and flipped the table. Our remaining cups spilled into the floor, as well as the bottom of my jeans and shoes. I got pissed and called the guy a bitch. He started talking trash saying that this is his apartment and he can do whatever he wants. I said, "Yeah, but when you are knocking sh*t over and spilling it on my shoes, we have a f***ing problem. He reached out like he was about to touch me and I calmly said, "You better not f***ing touch me." He took a step forward and said, "What are you going to do about?" I knew exactly what he was going to do. It was almost like slow motion. He slowly stepped toward me with his chest pooched out. As soon as he made contact, I threw a quick uppercut with my right and caught his chin. It wasn't powerful enough to knock him down, but it stunned him. I then came across with a left hook as he was stumbling backwards and laid him completely out.

The guys partner takes a couple quick steps toward me and Mike layed him out before he even had time to react. Suddenly, six or more other guys came at me and Mike. We fought them off for a moment. Realizing we were in trouble against this many people, I shoved through some innocent bystanders and made a path to the front door. Mike followed, as we fought off the crowd. The doorway slowed them up a bit and we had separation. I don't run from fights, but I'm not stupid. 2 on 6+ is not going to be good. We hauled ass toward the parking lot.

The next thing I remember, we are in a car riding down the road. Mike is in the passenger seat, I am behind the driver seat, and Chad B was now randomly with us as well. He is sitting in the back seat to my right. Mike was talking about the NCAA tourney and I suddenly noticed that there was no driver. The car was going down the road, but there wasn't anyone driving. Having had several of these dreams before, I immediately became lucid.

We were coming up on a turn and I sat calmly and half wondered if the car would crash or make the turn. As expected, the car turned perfectly and continued along the road. I looked at Mike, who was still talking about who he picked in his bracket and said, "We are dreaming right now!" He looked confused and didn't believe me. I asked him who was driving the car. He casually replied, "No one." I laughed and said, "How is the car driving perfectly down the road without a driver?" He looked at me confused and said, "Because of the spark plugs." I looked over at Chad and he agreed with me. I told them to watch and I began flying the car with my mind. Mike still didn't believe me even though we were flying around in a car. I opened the door and rolled out of the car. I entered a free fall and could feel the cool wind rushing by be. I had been falling for a really long time when I noticed that there were clouds below me and above me. There was no sign of the ground or any footing whatsoever. I flew around for while seeing nothing but infinite sky. I awake during the search for land

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

First Dream I'm a character in a book that I've recently re-read; Vivian from Blood and Chocolate. She's a werewolf, or, I am in the dream. I'm with a group of people in some kind of wild refugee, in human form. I cross a small creek where wolves reside on the other side. I am affectionate with them shortly before returning to the side of the creek where the people are. One girl approaches me and spits at my feet, she calls me a dirty dog. Enraged, I push her and call her a piece of meat. I hit her and claw at her until she falls into the creek. My girlskin is shed and I am a werewolf at this point.

Second Dream I am in a lavish vintage manor, it is night, and there are armies of all time periods gathering about. I'm one of them, but I cannot tell who I represent. A general asks for me to be seen by somebody, and it is a very urgent matter. I know who I am about to see, which is Adolf Hitler, and I can feel myself conscious now. I telepathically tell my allies to follow me, so we can kill him. (Valkyrie much? lol)

When we get into the room where I'm supposed to meet him, I find a long table with food covering it completely. Hitler is seated at the end of the table and he laughs at me gently, like he knows me, and tells me to be proper. I only salute him and sit at the opposite end of the table. Two men sit beside me, and we quietly discuss our strategy of taking him out. A butler serves us coffee in pretty china, but the coffee looks like melted chocolate ice-cream. I know it's poisoned, so I silently tell my friends with my thoughts to not drink or eat anything. One of them does not heed my warning and dies from eating and drinking. Nobody seems to notice that he's dead.

When Hitler proposes a toast in my name, I stand to make my move. Suddenly, he isn't in the room anymore. The walls disappear and arrows are flying at us slowly. I slow them down more, almost completely and then I wake.

Thoughts & Stuff For the most part, I'm a very conservative person. So I tend to bottle up the wild side of me, especially my anger. If I can't express it in life, I've noticed that I do express it very often in my dreams. The first dream was not lucid, where the second, was. And if it makes any difference, I will admit that I used to be a very violent-intrigued person, like many other typical Americans lol. But I'm somewhat of a pacifist now, or at least, I aim to be. If you would like to share some insight, feel free.

I am walking up the stairs form my parent’s basement. I pass by my mother and some of her girl friends. Her friend, that knows I’ve been to rehab, stops to give me a big hug. When she pulls away she looks at me judgmentally and says in french “so you didn’t go after all?” I am surprised with her comment because I just came back from my program. I respond “I did go, I just got back.” She says “no you didn’t. You smell like you’ve been using.” I get very upset and start to yell in english now. I say “Who the hell do you think you are? You have no f-ing right to come in here and accuse me.” I go on but I can’t recall what I say.

I wake up.

I would never speak like that to my family or their friends. I have not used in two months. I think this dream was brought on by fear. I had a fear of relapse coming out of rehab even though I did not want to use anymore and didn’t feel any physical compulsion to it anymore.

Clone Ambush
Walking along the street downtown, I spot my girlfriend (at the time) standing at the edge of the street curb a half a block away from me. She waited for the signal to change so she could cross the street. She stood with another man, hand in hand, and both of them had their backs turned to me. Their tone got sexual and I became infuriated. I ran toward them and attacked the guy with my girlfriend. I whipped him good and beat him to within an inch of his life, all the while screaming at my ex-girlfriend. The heap of a man turned over to reveal that it was me. I had beat up my own self. Upset, confused, and furious I stormed off.

Let's All Go to the Lobby!



I found myself in a large lobby of what could be a business building in a large city. The lobby was expansive and tiles and had massively tall ceilings, even though there were many, many floors in the building. I spent some time walking the halls and various floors, as if I were searching for something.

At some point, parts of the corporate building began to merge into something of a convenience mart, but a palatial one. Finally I came to a front desk type of area and felt that this was what I needed to see, and I had in the back of my head that someone told me I needed to pick up a piece of 'legal' paper, something that looked like a receipt.

However, the woman at the desk, or receptionist was VERY curt with me and yelled at me, telling me something along the lines of "instead of being courteous, why don't you try doing the right thing?" or something.

I became upset because I was doing what I felt I was supposed to do, by filling out this yellow card. I got very angry, maybe it was the 'customer is always right' mentality, but I was furious. I walked around some more trying to find what I was supposed to do, until I came back to the front desk, and another person 'helped' me, by telling me that I needed to fill out a this specific yellow receipt paper pad... the same one I was just denied.

At this point I said 'fuck it' and had made quite a scene. I started yelling about the incompetence of these people and how they just like to yank people around, and I went over to a section that had nothing but these yellow pads, or papers and I furiously ripped them up.

As I did so, I realized that I just might make a couple people unhappy, so I turned and made my way to the door so I could exit, but I was on the second floor and I couldn't find a good way down. there were 3 escalators, but they all came up to me from the floor below, or went up from me into the floor above...but with a little searching I was able to find the escalator that went downstairs, and I headed towards the large revolving doors, when I saw that it was stacked with security, I doubled back, and headed down a different hallway on the first floor

I could FEEL the security coming after me, and since I wasn't running I thought I'd be able to get away alright, but the security was gaining and gaining on me. It was then that I realized, "wait, I'm dreaming... I can rectify this simply."

So I stopped running and stepped into the wall, as if it weren't there. Calmly I stood and watched through the wall as the security continued down the hall, completely unaware of me.

I confidently stepped out from the wall, accomplished, and woke up.

I find myself back in highschool, though it is a highschool I do not recognize. I have only one course, Art, which is an elective, because I graduated with honors years ago but yet for some reason this class is manditory for me. Because the school is so big and space and time are limited the class runs for two hours every second day. I am much older than the other students they treat me with great rudeness and disrespect and often I have to clean up their messes after class it out. I cannot complain or cause any trouble in class because I will be automatically kicked out, so I have to take all the crap and be silent. The teacher of the course seems sympathetic to my situation but she is reluctant to step in and say anything. I assume it is because her job will be threatened if she does so. She looks like my former art therapist but has a different personality in the dream. The overseer of the school is a group of Christian priests and they are all mean and oppressive even though it is supposed to be a secular public high school.

We are doing sculpture and have the choice of working with coloured modelling clay or real clay and porcelain. I choose porcelain and make many little animals like bears and turtles over many days but at the end of the week I am not allowed to fire them and am asked to destroy them instead. I unhappily agree and not only have to throw out the clay but have to yet again clean up the mess left behind by the other rude, inconsiderate students. I am growing tired of my treatment in the class because all I want to do is make art unhindered and unoppressed.

For some reason, the next week I am allowed to bring my four cats to class and this seems to please the other students and they are a lot nicer to me. The cats roam freely around the room while we all work. The teacher brings up the fact that the art room is going to be renovated and all of the students are expected to put some time in painting the walls and cupboards. Of course I end up doing most of the work and spend many lunch hours and time after school to make up for the extra work. I cannot remember the reasons why now but I painted half of the room in a baby blue colour and the other half in a light violet colour, which I finished on the last day before the weekend. This angered the priests who run the school and they demanded that I say the weekend to "repaint the room with the appropriate colours" but left without saying what colours I should use.

I was angry and went home without doing the work because I thought it was unfair. The next monday I went to school with my cats as usual and as we worked on new projects I noticed that everybody was very quiet. The class had not been repainted and a priest in a grey shmock was sitting in the class working on something, though I suspected he was there to keep an eye on either me or someone else. He left half way through the class. When class ended and I went to collect my cats I could only find three of them. I was in a panic and asked the rest of the students if they knew where my lost cat but no one knew anything. I asked the teacher but she avoided anwsering the question by trying to change the subject or by sitting at her desk with her head down doing needlework.

Eventually I pestered her enough that she told me that the grey cloaked priest took my cat and sold her to someone. At first I thought he was just trying to help because he may have thought it was a stray, but the teacher tells me that it is punishment for not doing as the priests said and staying the weekend to repaint the room. She said I could speak with him the next class. The next class I try to track down the priest who sold my cat, so I can try to find out who he sold it to, but the priest had left the school and apparetnly wasn't ever coming back. I was angry and distraught and tired of all the bullpoop I had to put up in this school and I angrily raged at the teacher and class, as well as, some of the priests who came down to our room unexpectedly (I suppose to gloat over the selling of my cat because they all regarded me with smug smiles on their faces). I yelled and told them all off and stormed out of there filled with hate and frustration.

Then I woke up.

This dream starts off with me hanging out in what seems to be a type of cabin room with what appears to be some friends of mine, and one of my nephews. As they talk, I look around the room and notice that we have several skillets, a sword, and some kind of gun. I then walk out of the room with my nephew. Just as we reach the center of what seems to be a large, desert-like area surrounded by several cabins, an alarm sounds off.

Automatically I recognize this as the sound signaling the beginning of a zombie apocalypse. My nephew and I run back to our cabin to pick up the things I took notice of earlier, but we can't get through a large crowd of panicking people, and our cabin has been looted by the time we reach it. Angry at the gall of the people, we race back out to see my mom, dad, and sister in what seems like a mix between a Hummer, a four-wheeler, and a bulldozer. They toss us weapons: I get a couple of pistols and a metal spear, and my nephew gets a rifle and a Katana. We jump onto the back of the exterior of the vehicle and begin killing zombies as we drive by.

Suddenly the scene changes to what seems like an Italian Renaissance era (think Assassin's Creed 2/Brotherhood), and I have just stabbed the final surviving zombie through the head with my spear. Some buzzer goes off like I've just won a game show, and the scene changes again.

This time, I'm a 3rd person view. I'm looking at a young guy in a lab, who's probably in his 20's. From witnessing the scene, I'm able to make out that he has recreated the zombie strain and plans to put it in food to re-create the apocalypse to gain access to something, as he will have the only vaccine. He laughs a typical maniacal laugh, and I wake up.

It's been a while since I've been able to recall a dream, and this one is a little fuzzy.

From where I can remember starting off, I'm seriously angry at someone for doing something-or-another to me, though I have no idea what that is. I can't seem to control my anger in the slightest, so I get into a fight with whoever it is that I'm facing off against. My rage seems to literally consume me, and there's surprise from the surrounding crowd because of something that's changed about me.

Suddenly, I'm waking up. It seems like what had just happened I dreamed within my dream. When I sit up in the bed, however, a lady walks into the room I'm in and begins explaining to me how I have something poisonous in me, the "Black Rage" as she calls it. Right in the middle of her explanation as to how it works, I've woken up.

I don't know how the zombie apocalypse starts in my dream. When I enter, the pandemic has already begun and where I am at there seems to be nobody around. I walk through what seems to be a large, courtyard type area outside of a medium sized cottage house. I enter the house through some French doors and flip on some lights. I had entered what seemed to be the kitchen area, though it's rather small. When I switch on the lights, I all of a sudden can see zombies meandering around the courtyard exactly where I had been only a moment before. However, they don't seem to take any care in the fact that I am drawing attention to myself. I then go to the stove and pick up a frying pan that I intend to use as a weapon.

I look out the French doors from where I just came and notice a large pipe about waist high going through what all of a sudden appears to be a extremely thick brick wall starting at the side of the cottage. Inside of the pipe is a boy who I seem to recognize, but I can't place who it is. Standing directly in front of the pipe with its back to the boy is another zombie. I can, however, tell that he's pleading for help so I begin to knock loudly on the windows farther away to draw all of the zombie's attentions. Suddenly alert to my presence, they all swarm to the area where I am knocking and begin to moan and claw at the glass. That is, all except the zombie standing in front of the boy. It stays oblivious until the boy finally decides to retreat into the pipe. Finally this particular zombie seems to take notice of movement and follows the boy into the pipe. Since the zombies are enthralled with where I was knocking on the glass, I decide to go try to help him and follow through the same pipe.

When I come out on the other side, it seems like we're in something similar to a darkly colored prison hall in aura. The entire hall is made of a dark steel. I immediately see the boy and the zombie wrestling with each other and I grip my skillet to get ready to help. The next thing I hear is the boy yelling at the zombie, "No! Don't bite me! Don't bite me!" A cold dread washed over me and I slowly shuffled around the fray and took off running down the hall, leaving the boy behind me. A guilt fills me as I hear him call after me, "No! Don't leave me behind! You'll regret this!"

Somehow I end up entering what seems to be a larger metal room filled with survivors. What's even more weird than coincidentally coming upon this group is that the boy I just left behind is sitting in the corner of the room with blood running down his arm. It seems that he was telling the story of his almost-escape from the disaster when he turns to speak to me, "I didn't get bitten by the zombie you saw me fighting. After I finally crushed his skull, I was attacked by another zombie that had found me. I could've been saved if you had been there." Almost as soon as he says these last words to me, I wake up.

The dream starts off with me and one of my friends sitting on the ground outside of a school I don't recognize. However, it's a relatively small school and I do recognize that's it's not one that I've ever seen before. While we sit outside in the grass in silence, my mother suddenly appears and tells me to go pull up the car for her. I'm upset with her for a while because I was quite enjoying the aspect of remaining lazy, but my friend offers to go with me and so we go.

I don't actually remember walking through the school, but we are soon exiting into the other side, which seems to be sort of like the interior part of the grounds. Although I don't recall it having snowed in my dream, this whole area is covered in it. However, this is not where the car seems to be parked. To get to the car, we are required to go through these series of mazes within a cave. Before we go through the mouth of the beginning of this cave, a guy about my age appears and offers my friend and I a jacket if we allow him to accompany us. Seeing no harm in the matter, we allow him to do so. We put the coats on, and even though I had not noticed a temperature before, we seem to be much warmer with the newly added garments.

It seems to take us a while to get through the caves, although we never seem to get lost. Finally we come across my mom's car sitting alone inside a wide open area of the cave. Strangely enough, the guy who traversed with us suddenly attacks us. As we fight with him I ask him why he was doing so, but I can't recall the answer he gave me. My friend helps me to overpower this guy, and we quickly jump int car and drive off. As soon as we return into the maze of caves to make our way to the outside, I instantly am pulled from my dream and I'm awake.

This dream starts off with one of my nephews having passed away. When it starts, I am with his mother and my mother at his grave and we are highly upset. Everything we placed on the grave had been moved around the grave so that it no longer looked organized, and someone had dug up his coffin. While it looked like nothing had been stolen off him or out of the coffin itself, they had altered the way he was lying inside of it so that his body was in odd shapes and angles. While we try to figure out who would have done such a thing, we all move to fix him, re-bury his coffin, and organize all his gifts on his grave once more.

Strangely enough, the scene changes to where and when we are having the funeral. The place it's held in seems to be of castle-like qualities based on the interior. The rooms are vast and the funeral homes have decorated every single wall with quotes from our's and his past, and pictures. One in particular catches my attention, though I cannot remember what exactly was on it. Eventually we all proceed to what seems to be an altar-like area for the ending ceremonies. The pastor talks and once he's done, all of the immediate family including me partner up with someone else in the room. Once we have done so, we mount horses and ride off towards the distance, as the castle is all of a sudden gone. The farther we leave from where the castle had been, the more I become awake until I am completely pulled from sleep.

The dream starts off with me leaving what seems to be like my dorm room. Even though there are two sets of bunk beds, only the bottom bed of one of them seems to be occupied. This one seems to be mine since I recognize my stuff near it and on it. I leave the room for a while and my dream either time skips or I can't remember this part, but then I'm suddenly walking back into my room. There's some girl I don't know lying on my bed and another girl on the bed above her, and all my stuff is thrown randomly on the other side of the room.

I quickly get angry with this girl on my bed and ask her what she thinks she's doing, that that was MY bed. We easily get in an argument over the situation as I start looking for my stuff. I'm furious at this point, because I can't find anything of mine including my cellphone and my iPod. Then I notice that even all the drawers of my dresser are pulled out and that this girl is wearing one of my shirts, so we begin arguing over that as well. Frustrated and not knowing what else to do, I leave the room to go find some management because I don't feel like I was supposed to be sharing my room in the first place. I find administration, and they tell me that my stuff was never on that bed and that I should stop being so worked up over it. After this, I wake up from my dream.