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Dream 2. I’m on a bus and say ‘this is why this character was written, for people like you’. I’m looking at a part of the Eyeshield 21 manga with Habashira Rui in it. The ‘people’ I’m talking about are to the right of me. They’re supposed to be delinquent types, or those without a purpose. When I look at them, they’re the Oujou White Knights, with Sakuraba in front.



People around the bus start chiming in their agreement, and the person to the right of me is holding up a paper. It pretty much felt like they (and the paper) were all saying “This!”. I asked if I could hold onto the paper too, and held up the right side.

There’s an announcement about some death.

-Jump-

I’m in a classroom, and there’s a dire discussion going on about how my old classmate, Ron’s, dad ‘Jack’ was found out to be a killer. There was something about a dead raccoon. Ron is up front talking about how he should have known, and how he let his sister(?) ‘Amanda’ blind him. He is seeking forgiveness from us.

Inspiration: So weird to dream about Ron and Eyeshield 21 out of nowhere! The killer part comes from me watching the new episode of The Walking Dead and thinking about it before bed.

Dream
Lucidity

I was in a house in a rural area. We were making a big dinner and I went out. I found Darth Vader and invited him over. On my way back I noticed he had a lot of brass keys on a necklace. When I got back to the house, people were happy to see him but then they found out that he was with the dark side so they got upset. I knew something was gonna happen so I grabbed my P229 and put it on the small of my back. People started eating at the table and then started arguing. Suddenly a guy pulls out something and I know it's a part of a gun. Another person gets up and everyone starts fighting. I chase the guy that pulled out the part of the gun and beat him with my gun until he dies. This causes my gun to break. I can't pull the hammer down but then manage to fix it. I keep going but my gun breaks again. I start taking it apart and can't fix it to I tell myself to do something, either do a dream rewind or summon a new gun. My new gun has a blade under it and I test it out. I hear someone teleport behind me and I run. I go to the backyard where I see a pond, a campfire, and some dogs along with Ace around it. Ace had a broken leg. I decide to go back in the house and finish everything. I sneak through the front porch and the house is on fire. I see 2 guys and one of them starts attacking me. As he's coming towards me I realize I'm dreaming. He kicks me in the nuts and I close my eyes and say "When I open my eyes I will be in a small, dark room", remembering my objective for my next lucid dream. I open my eyes and I'm still in the same place. I do it again and nothing happens. Finally I decide to dream spin. I spin and spin and spin until I feel like I've done it. I stop and fall to the floor, dizzy and unable to stand up. As I'm on the ground, I know I'm in the same area I was before but later on in the night. I'm surrounded by cars. To my right is a white car, to my left is a red car that reminded me of my GF's car, and behind me is another vehicle which I think is a dark grey truck. I do reality checks. I push my finger to my hand but it doesn't go through but I can see a large indentation of where my finger is pushing on the other side of my hand. I pinch my nose but am unable to breathe. I notice my ears haven't popped and when I notice it, they do, like in the waking world. Everything feels so real. I look at my left hand and count fingers. 5 fingers and a thumb. I tell myself "That's all the proof I need" My objective for my next lucid dream was to sit down and learn to control and summon stuff in the environment. I single out a rock on the gravel and try to lift it with my mind. I hear a loud noise in the waking world and it transfers to my dream as a gunshot in the distance to my right. It distracts me and I notice my dream ending. I tell myself to dream spin but it's already to late. I lost lucidity and I wake up.

3. I’m inside grandma’s house. She tells me she’s made something to eat, and I’m disappointed because I was planning on going home for that, so I could watch what I eat.

While eating, grandma tells me about a dinosaur that was spotted. Me and Rane talk about how we used to see them more when we were younger.

We’re riding in a car down a road, looking out at the woods for signs of the dinosaur. We see a field of black goats, and I say that the dinosaur must not be there because the goats were okay. I say it must have gone off into the woods.

We drive into a town full of houses that look like they were made of cheap kid’s furniture. I say that it seems a shame to waste a whole town [just because the people in it before were forced out for doing something wrong]. Rane reminds me that it’s being used for ‘this’ now.

She seems to be looking for a specific house, mumbling under her breath. She stops and opens a part on one light-colored house. Inside are two envelopes. I think they’re old mail left from when the people left and she’s looking for supplies. This is a dystopia, after all.

She takes one and starts opening it, and I ask if I can open the other, to which she replies that I can.

In her package, there was a bag full of jewelry and things. They were a few heart shaped pieces.

-Jump-

I’m in a central building there, talking to a little creature (reminds me of Boota from Gurren Lagann – without the glasses of course!). He’s talking to me about what I need to do to get signed up there to store things. Apparently everyone already has a basic account, but you have to make it official by signing a form.

I look around and see relics from before the apocalypse. There are some anime things and even a few ‘gifs’. I contemplate about the less conventional things, like yaoi, what about people who like those things, but then shrug and realize they still have the internet.

We hear someone come in, and I bend down to look under this metal block. I see someone wearing a skirt or dress and assume it’s a woman. The creature seems to know her, and he runs up my body. I instinctively clutch him and he hides against my body. He doesn’t seem afraid though.

Inspiration: Maybe from watching Helix? And I got a package in the mail recently, and Rane gets things sometimes.

4. Duplicating socks, one was a homemade pair by mom. I thought that duplicated items weren’t as effective as the originals, but seeing the results, I thought it was a really cool idea.

5. I woke up and all the thoughts of my dreams I’d had were scrambling around my head. I had my iPod Touch, opened up Notes and pressed the + sign. I started making a word-list of things I could remember. One word was ‘eggs’.

…I woke up for real, confused, and realized I’d had a false awakening. And had no idea what the eggs part was about.

Notes: The FA is a great sign! I’m so focused on recall when I first wake up, I only do an RC after I’ve got it all straight in my head. I guess I can only wait and see how it develops from here.

Also, turning to lie on my back instead of sitting up worked well for making sure I got the dreams in my palace, because I can’t get to sleep on my back. After that I just had to keep my thoughts from wandering off so I could focus on putting the dreams in.

1. Car keys, red hair dye, playing with my old Gameboy Color accessory, I turned the light off on it after looking through the zoom part.

Inspiration: I put mom’s car keys in her purse, and also saw my sister’s keys. I recently died some of my hair red. No idea why I suddenly dreamed about that old accessory (mine had a top accessory part with a magnifier and light), wow. XD Maybe because one of my palaces is Pokemon Platinum… I only ever played Pokemon back then.

Also, I woke up at 1:36, which is only about 3 hours after I fell asleep. I notice I’m starting to wake around this time for my first awakening, but it's harder for me to remember details later, I need to really work on making better triggers for earlier dreams like this one!

2. I’m talking to someone about some of my old Japanese translations, and there’s a thick book that’s fallen apart in half towards the back. I look at the page number on the second half, which is 40. I’m discussing with someone the plot of the book and where the fallen off half goes.

3. In a field-type area, Cronus rides in on a horse. Eridan looks really glad to see him. It had the feeling of Cronus giving in to something after a long time of not doing it. Like Cronus was accepting his part in whatever was happening. Eridan gets up on the horse behind him.
The image of the two was a bit fuzzy, like I couldn’t gasp the features just right.

Inspiration: ‘Cause I’m rereading Homestuck, just read the conversation between Eridan and Rose where she blows up his computer. xD Also, I just left off in the part in my book where a dragon (probably) finally accepts his place in his destiny. Also, there was an army camped in a field talking serious business. And I just remembered that Eridan rides a seahorse...

Notes: I woke up many times last night, omg. I think it was from overexcitement, my brain was too active. I had tantalizing glimpses of at least two more dreams but couldn’t tease the details out. :/

Okay well I don't remember much because I woke up early and didn't write anything down ("I don't remember much" is quite a common phrase for me lately, huh?")

I'm outside on my back porch and I see a ruby-throated hummingbird flying low near me. I carefully and slowly set down this small donut-bowl-shaped flower-fruit.. thing. The donut part has something like juice in it, and I nudge it carefully towards the bird. To my delight, it takes the bait and perches on the donut-bowl, leaning down to drink the juice. I watch for a little bit, but then I see a small, box-shaped turtle, and it's white with soft, bright, pastel pink. I'm delighted at finding such a strange-looking turtle that I've never seen before. I go to catch it, but then I think, the hummingbird will be gone soon, but the turtle won't be getting away too quickly. I should try to catch the hummingbird first, and then I could have two cool animals to show! So I slowly crouch down toward the hummingbird, then shoot my hand forward and grab it - I'm surprised that I actually managed to do it. Then I go and grab the turtle and go back to the back door to show my mom and dad (since I know my mom loves hummingbirds). When I get there and excitedly show them the animals, when I look at the hummingbird, it is also white and pink like the turtle. At the time, I think nothing of it, except that it's pretty and that I've seen nothing like it, so my mom is sure to like it.

I know there's probably more I could remember if I tried, but I'm lazy, so I'll come back here and edit if a memory comes to me.

Date: 24 Jan

Pre bed: 200mg val, 50mg B6

Wbtb: 1/4 latte

Wasn't very wakeful even though repeated mantras a few times, fell asleep rather fast, had a few non-lds I can't recall

DILD: I am having a tense conversation with this female DC I know. She starts criticizing me. I reply that as a revenge I will then do something to make her feel the same way she makes me feel with all her comments. While this is a rather habitual mental reaction, I notice that contrary to other times I don't feel anything at that very moment. Still, as part of my revenge scheme I take her and turn her upside down in front of all the DCs in the room to publicly humiliate her.

As I stare at her, I notice that she just stays there, like a motionless puppet and become lucid. We're in a very large meeting room with a long table in the middle and lots of DCs participating in some corporate event. I'm in a daring mood and decide it's time to defy social rules by getting on the table in the middle of this meeting. Then I almost lose lucidity being carried away by thoughts of how all of the world's problems may be solved by by issuing unlimited credit cards to the entire population.

I keep thinking about this issue as I leave the place and continue towards an unknown city center. There to help me focus more I shout out loud "I am dreaming". There was a slight instability so this helps me ground as well.

Then I remember the invisibility task and go in the middle of the road pretending to be invisible.There are cars coming from all directions but as soon as I pay attention to them, they hit the breaks and spin a bit. I turn around and the same thing happens again. Then I see this huge truck coming in my direction. I start waving hands, checking if the driver can see me. He doesn't hit the brake or slow down and the truck is quickly coming closer. I step to the side to avoid the impact. There's little space between me and the truck, my uncontrolled expectations cause it to fall sideways on top of me, where I feel this huge weight on me. I try to move and free my head, but this results in a physical feeling, which gives me the impression I have just moved in my bed. I expect to wake up any moment but get an FA instead.

I believe that I have woken up for real and the first thing I notice is this piano music coming from the outside. I'm actually in the neighbors where we used to live some time ago and look to find where the music is coming from. I see this girl that I remember (possibly from another dream but could be false memory) who got that piano there and something about her. As if that isn't enough, the balcony is crowded - many people in their 20s and 30s dressed with business attire as if attending some sort of event. I'm think this is just too much when I am trying to fall asleep and decide this can only be a dream, reminding myself that I was trying to ld. Can't member how, but it seems I lose consciousness after that and have another FA.

I think in the beginning, I'm looking from the window to see what's down but then the scene changes and we move to this wooden porch. I initially see this strange big animal that looks suspiciously like a DS, I can't tell what kind of animal it is. Then there is a smaller one and I'm still trying to identify the large one. I'm starting to have some real doubts about this and begin to count the animals, one now looks like a bear and can't remember the rest but there's four of them. I conclude this is a dream and go to interact with one of the animals. It looks like a very large black boar/tapir and as I place my hand on its snout, it bites me and it even hurts.

I move slightly to the left and examine the rest of the area, where I notice a number of elephant-like creatures. I think they are separated from the porch, but no cage, it looks much like in a zoo. At some point the elephants begin to distort in features, open mounts and start roaring very louldy in a generally unpleasant manner. I try to stop them by thinking I want them to stop, but nothing happens and more join the roaring event. I remain there staring at them as they do so, kind of calm, but there's also this deeper inner response to their roaring, which surely is what is affecting them. I think that the problem is exactly this feedback loop - I am thinking that they are roaring, therefore they continue roaring. Then conveniently, I recall the inivible task and think it can be applied quite nicely here. I think that I am invisible. To my genuine surprise, at this very moment all the roaring stops for good.

I'm curisous to how far I can take this with my supposed invisibility and turn around and try to sneak out, while carefully listening for any reaction. The dream fades.

Notes: I have reduced B6 dosage to 50mg as previously it made me too wakeful. Recent valerian series - characterized by difficult recall, lower lucidity levels and more bizarre occurrences, in particular animals.

I'm in this strange house, people from all MTV reality shows are walking around the halls and up and down the stairs, and they have naked skin tails, and they begin to fight like animals. I walk past them and marvel at how animal like the people are, the way they act. I go up the stairs before one of them goes after me, then I go into this lit up bright room from the daylight outside a window. There's a desk and an old man sitting there and another chair. I go and sit down and he tells me about stuff, I don't pay attention. Then we are outside at this handball court at the part near my house, it's me and two men, this bell shaped UFO appears in front of us and we back up against the cement wall of the handball court. I turn to them and see they are frightened, then a bright white beam come from out from th bell and shines on us, it begins to drag our bodies into the air towards it, but we all grab onto loose rocks, the guy to the farthest end loses his grip and is sucked into the bell. And leaves us. Then I'm back in that building, I hurry to the up stairs towards the office, but the stairs have changed, I guess which room is right and I was correct, I go and sit in the chair before, and wait. Then the other guy who was with runs in and sits in a chair and waits. Then finally the old man comes, he's wearing a USA astronaut suit, and he laughs at us, we get up and push him because we know it was him who got abducted and he came back like this like it was a joke or weird plan or something, then we begin to storm out but he stops us and says something, I don't listen again, then it's a different scene and me and the other guy are in this back yard, we hop a fence and her sits down, then I hop another fence, and he turns into a girl and is dancing behind the fence but her head is above it because she's tall enough, I see her leg go up higher than her head, but I can see through the wood fence because the slits, and I see her holding fake legs and her real leg standing her there, I tell her stop trying to fool me, then I hop another fence away from her and bust into this abandoned old house, and see begin to walk passed this old emerald and gold dresser, but then I see light seep out, so I stop and turn to it, and open the doors and see a doll, I yell at it for hiding from me, then it speaks and says I wasn't ready and then it gets this horrifying look, so I throw it to the ground and run into the dresser, and go through the gold riffles of light.

Non-lucid
-partridge in dream
-partridge on newspaper
-never saw a partridge
-talked about seeing only frogs and other animals and yea.

11-24-2013 -- [First lengthy, detailed dream I have had in several days.] Am in a church which is a cross between Pine Castle UMC (the balcony above the narthex) and Buena Park First Church of the Nazarene (the physical location and the rest of the building layout.) I seem to be Harry Potter, and it is dark and quite late at night. There are no lights, but I am sitting on the floor of the balcony watching a small television that seems to somehow be showing one of the later Harry Potter movies or something, and I am learning secrets that will eventually let me beat Voldemort. Problem is, I hear angry muttering, and when I peer over the balcony, I can see Voldemort down by the pulpit. He is watching the same thing on a much larger screen, and is getting more and more angry about what he is seeing.

At this point I am a very young Harry Potter, and I know Voldemort could probably destroy me easily, and he can see the flickering light of the television I am watching from where he is, even if he can't see me. I somehow know that as he gets angrier, he will end up destroying me and the balcony. But then I realize, he can't see me, he can't hear me, and there are no lights anywhere except the slight flicker from the tv screens, if I am slow and quiet, I can open up one of the doors to the stairs, climb down into the narthex, then exit out one of the double glass doors on the side, and I should be able to run away without being seen. Perhaps I can put enough distance between us that I should be able to hide for a while.

I follow my plan, and make it out the doors, expecting an explosion all the while, but I manage to get outside before anything happens. I run along the side of Shamlin Hall, then reach the brick fence and start to climb it. Oddly, unlike all the past dreams I have had about climbing these fences, and into these yards, there are no big dogs chasing at me. As soon as I think this, a gray dog comes running up, but it is a little smaller than usual, and isn't barking nearly so much. I hold out a hand for it to sniff, then pick it up, and seem to have made a friend of it, which is a nice change. [I have dreamed about climbing fences in the area and cutting through or hiding in yards through here many times, but this time is a lot smoother than usual.]

I am cutting across to reach Orangethorpe as usual, but I soon find myself in the middle of a sort of park with a couple of softball fields, and some people are playing. I have no intention of joining in, but I do pass through the area, avoiding both the kids and adults who are playing. Oddly, I run into Captain Jack (character from Doctor Who), dressed as a ball player, and flirting with everyone around him, whether male, female, or child.

I continue on, and soon find myself standing on Orangethorpe, at a cross between a sort of bus stop and a food truck, and I run into some of the Scoobie Gang. Giles is here, though he almost immediately takes off looking for help. I think Buffy is on patrol. But Willow is here, and is seriously injured. She has a badly mangled arm that will probably never be whole again, unless I do something. I pick her up in my arms, and twist her bad arm in a way that it really shouldn't bend, but then I start pouring healing magic into it, and it starts to heal and straighten in a remarkable way. With some time to rest, she is going to end up being just fine. I leave her with her friends, and wander off into the night, worn and exhausted.

I am weak and tired, I have exhausted all my magic in healing Willow, and I am just stumbling through the parking lot of a somewhat worn apartment complex. There is a dirty blonde, probably in her mid-30s, sleeping in her car in the parking lot. She is poor, dirty, not in the best shape, and she is kind of propositioning me. I guess in this dream the power Voldemort knows not is probably sex, rather than love, because I decide to have sex with her, knowing that will recharge my core. I climb into the car, and have sex with her, though the dream kind of skips past that. I am feeling a bit better, and have kind of partly recharged, when I get the odd feeling we are being watched.

We are parked next to a sort of a repair truck ... the kind that might be a real repair truck, or might be something that the FBI is using to spy on people. I am trying to stare into this truck, somehow thinking it is where they are spying on us from, when I hear someone opening up the passenger side door of the car, and I am not able to react fast enough as the door is torn open, I am pulled out, and am beaten and knocked unconscious. When I come to, I am being dragged through a parking lot by a guy in fatigues, as he also pulls along the dirty blonde I was with. Problem is, though he knocked me out, and my head hurts, I did finish 'recharging' my core, first. He doesn't even know what is happening at first, as I morph my body to look like his, then morph his to look like me. After that, I hit him with a kind of an imperious, so he won't be able to say anything. I am still dizzy from being knocked out, and he is dizzy from the mind control, so we're kind of stumbling along keeping each other upright.

We're in a sort of large junk yard, with scrap all around us, and I am guessing he and his people have made their base here. Another soldier dressed in fatigues comes up, and seems to think he has the right to beat up on the other guy (since he looks like me and I him) and he starts to attack him, but I turn around and kill him, then stick him through a narrow hole in the fence that leads to a sort of truck yard, and I hope he won't be found until after I find my way out of here. We keep staggering through the junk yard, and we eventually find our way back to Orangethorpe. By this time I am nearly back to 100%. I let the girl go, then I knock out the soldier who had originally knocked me out, and finally I morph into an entirely new disguise so hopefully nobody can recognize me.

I make my way back to the food truck (which is slowly changing into a couple of tents containing some sort of buffet at what is seeming to be turning into a college campus) looking for any of the Scoobies, as well as anybody who may be spying on them for Voldemort (how I figure I must have been captured), and ready to thrash any soldiers I might find watching them, while I hope my disguise is good enough if Voldy himself should come by.

11-15-2013 -- [Had four dreams last night, the first and the last were halfway memorable, the middle two ran together as one and I could remember almost nothing of them. Seems the more I do things that are supposed to improve dream recall (B6, apple juice) the worse my dream recall seems to become. Sheesh. Since they are so choppy and limited in detail (and since all three had feelings of the whole chased by punks sort of thing), I am putting all four in a single post.]

First one took place in two houses right next to each other. Some details of the houses kind of shifted at times. Most of the early bits are faded, so that I can only remember vague images. Wandering back and forth between houses, making food, playing Runescape. There is one guy in the second house (probably the Conrad house on Hickory) who dislikes me, hates Runescape, and insults me all the time for wasting my time and playing it. He also seems to be kind of abusive to the people who live in the house he is in. He may be the father or the brother or something, I'm not really sure. I find him picking on a young teen, a 13 or 14 year old boy, and since the boy is obviously scared of him, I push him against the wall, and give the boy a chance to get away. Problem is, this makes him decide he hates me, and he attacks me. So first I manage to catch him in a full nelson, and push him up against a wall, then I throw him to the ground.

Problem is, he keeps coming back. I can always beat him, and he can't hurt me, but he also doesn't ever seem to stop, and every time he gets back up he is somehow a little stronger. Somehow I am running through a sewer underneath the block, and there are several attractive blonde women here. Unfortunately he is carrying one of them, but is allowing her head to hang in the water, and she is drowning. I pull her out of his arms, lift her head up, and make sure she is able to breath, and I've firmly locked the guy in as a mortal enemy. He chases me into Jeff's place, as I am dodging around the family room, while visiting with and petting a couple of cats and kittens. Every time he catches me, we wrestle and I throw him down, but he just gets back up, tougher and stronger.

So I start down the block, heading toward Smith's and he follows me. One of the blondes is with him, dressed in black lingerie, and looking very nice. He is fondling her, but otherwise paying her no attention, though she is trying to distract him from me. I throw him down near a loading dock, and somehow exit across the street, then start walking quite fast up La Palma, hoping to get out of site before he gets up again. That fails, but I see a bus down the block a ways, and am hoping to reach a bus stop and catch a ride to get away. Problem is, there is no bus stop, and the driver ignores me waving for it and just drives right past. I find myself at a BankAtlantic right across the street from the Buena Park Mall, and I dodge into it and cut through, hoping to lose the guy, but instead it allows him to catch up to me. I exit the bank into a sort of terraced garden, sort of Japanese feeling, and he grabs me and we start wrestling again. By this point we are pretty evenly matched, and though I am not afraid or hurt, I am starting to get really, really frustrated!

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[This is probably two dreams of stuff I can barely remember.] I am fighting in some sort of building, perhaps a library. Part of it I am wandering around with Giles, I think, talking about how Buffy or Willow (Willow would make more sense) is a huge science fiction and fantasy fan, and discussing some of the books she has read and liked, and would like further books in the series. Meanwhile, we're being chased around the library by some people, and fighting with them in what is supposed to be a friendly way, though one of them is getting more and more angry with me. At one point, I seem to be taking what is almost paper napkins, and somehow turning them solid and throwing them across the room to nail people and pierce walls. Interesting.

Anyway, the guy who has gotten mad at me is now stalking me with guns, and he has three of them. He is determined to fight me, and probably to cause lots of trouble, but I eventually get a good look at one of his guns and realize it is a water gun. So I manage to wrench one of them out of his hands, and I start soaking him and he starts soaking me, and soon we're both laughing, and are on decent terms again. So somehow I exit what I think has turned into a boat, and find myself stepping out of the cafeteria at Dr Peter Marshall Elementary. It is night time, and I have just stepped out of a PTA meeting or Parent Teacher night or something. I glance over at the playground, then wander over to the office where I am trying to get to see the principal, but she isn't in her office. So I head out the front door, just to find her coming in the same door.

It turns out to be the woman who plays Heddy on NCIS: Los Angeles, and I am complimenting her on her school, and mentioning my history here, and also making mention of the custodian, Butch, and what a nice guy he was, and she is thanking me for my comments and being nice. [The bit about Butch almost certainly caused by reading notes on the school's Facebook page in the last day or two.] Soon I am walking up Crescent, heading toward home, but I am very tired, and am kind of drifting. Somehow, before I reach La Reina I somehow wander onto a small trail branching off at an angle and down a hill, right where no trail or hill exists in real life. I realize I am off course, and though I shouldn't possibly be more than 20 or 30 yards off Crescent, no matter how much I try, I can't find my way back. Somehow I do find myself looking at stacks of books again, though.

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The first part I can remember on this one (and there were earlier bits) I am in a sort of spy dream, chasing and being chased by enemy agents. I am in a parking lot at a hotel, and I am following a cute woman as she walks to her car. I sense something and kind of back off and fade into the shadows, and I notice an assassin in a wheelchair has a gun aimed at her, and a laser site on her, and is about to kill her, so I shoot him, and he dies, instead. She climbs into her car and drives off.

To avoid any problem with the guy I just killed, I plan to pop into the room I'd just rented in the hotel, but as I am entering, this other guy pushes in beside me. I shut the door and look at him, and he seems to look just like me, but he's kind of like my evil twin or something. Both of us have been injured, but in different places. I think he has an injury on his upper arm, while I have one on my lower arm, along with other wounds. Suddenly there is this strange sort of light show, bright light flashing on and off around us, and when it suddenly ends, we've somehow assumed each others injuries, and have to rearrange bandages. There is also a strange sort of hint that our personalities may have somewhat mixed, as well.

He talks me into letting him stay over night, and the next morning we are talking a little, while we go through some stuff, then he decides to leave, and he doesn't say anything that gives me any idea that he is coming back. To be fair though, he doesn't say he isn't, either. I am trying to get my stuff together because I am supposed to be checked out at eleven, but somehow I have stuff spread all over the place. I am trying to get dressed, and it is very cold, so I decide to wear two pairs of socks. Though I can find both of the long, thick, black socks that go on my feet first, I can only find one of the white socks that I wear on the outside. The more I look, the more clutter there is on the floor, with more stuff and more trash just seeming to appear by the moment.

By this point it is 11:05, and there is a maid at the door. I explain I am running slightly late and ask her if she can come back at 11:35, and she says she'll even give me to 11:45. I keep looking for my missing sock, and suddenly even the socks that I was wearing have disappeared, and I know I didn't take them off, and am wondering what the heck is going on. Meanwhile, I am sorting through all my comic books, which the other guy has scattered all over the place, bending a bunch of the covers in the process, and I am wondering why he had to make such a mess of things. By this point, I have managed to clear all of my stuff out of the bedroom that was mine, though there is still a bunch of trash in there. Since more and more of my clothes have disappeared off my body anyway, I decide to take a shower before continuing, and take off the rest of my clothes, but that is when the maid shows back up and lets herself in, along with the manager.

So I am trying to get dressed again, and the manager is asking about disassembled computer parts which I realize are not mine, which means they must belong to the other guy, and I am wondering how the blazes we got so much junk into the room in a single evening! The maid starts to clean the one room I had finished with, and I discover that the clothes which I took off near the bathroom somehow moved into that room as well, so I have to go in there clothes hunting. The bed in the room doesn't have box springs, and instead the mattress just kind of sits on a slope of dirt, which is kind of yucky. But somehow the bed has slid a couple of feet down the hill, and the maid is complaining, and saying there is no excuse for moving the bed, like I am some sort of criminal for it. I point out my size and the loose dirt, and explain I did not try and move the bed, but that it may have happened accidentally. She accepts my word and forgives me.

Meanwhile, I peak out of the room into the rest of the suite, and there are roaches running everywhere, as he does some bug spraying, though until he started spraying, I had not seen any, and I find myself hoping we didn't draw them in. He is dragging out a dog that he says is rabid, and I see another dog and a cat watching, and wonder how the guy brought in three animals without my ever realizing they were there. I explain to the manager that this is the last time I am ever going to let somebody I have never met before share my hotel room!

By this time it has to be 1 or 2, and there is still stuff everywhere, and there is a long way to go before I'm going to have my stuff out. The manager is being really nice, and not hassling me, but he tells me it may be time to just break down and pay for another night, before he has no choice but to charge me a big fine. The problem is, I don't think I have any money left. Right about the time I am thinking of calling mom, or maybe Dale, to try and borrow the money to get another night in the place, the guy walks back in. He no longer looks like me, instead he looks like a cross between Nick Wisehart and Neil Patrick Harris, and as he walks back in and looks around the place, he apologizes for taking so long, and says he hoped to come back with a lot of money, but had no luck, and will have to hope this does for the moment.

He hands me two fifty dollar bills, one that looks like American money, and one that is about twice as big and really colorful and purple, and almost has to be a counterfeit. But since the real $50 would be enough to cover the room for another night, I just head out the door to try and give it to the manager. The problem is, I find the manager with his father, who is the owner, and who he has already told me is a lot more of a pain, and may cause us problems about the whole thing. Thing is, it looks like the owner just won the lottery, and may be in a good mood.

I had sleep paralysis that led to a lucid dream. As I entered paralysis, an image in my mind began to take shape of an angry giant man with black cornrow hair sitting on a throne. When I landed in the dream, I was in his throne room, and he stood up and started walking towards me menacingly, and I knew he was going to try to kill me. The dream was very unstable, but I was more concerned about the scary dude than about increasing my lucidity, so I said out loud "This man is my uncle, and he's coming over to give me a hug!" and I held out my arms. His demeanor instantly changed, and he was smiling. He ran over and grabbed me in a big bear hug, and then the dream faded and I woke up.

I went to the local indoor pool club to go swimming. When I entered the building, the pool was surrounded on all sides by red plush seats on balconies, like some kind of fancy concert hall. One of the other swimmers pointed up towards Grace balcony (each balcony was named after a girl's name) and told me that Misha Collins and Adam West were sitting up there chatting. I got all excited and went up to see them, and sat down all nonchalantly next to Misha (he sat on my left, and Adam sat on his left), but I noticed Adam West was actually the cartoon character from Family Guy and was babbling about his crazy stuff. My dog came over and laid down on the chair to my right, looking all depressed, so I gave her a hug. As I hugged her, I looked over at the actors all embarrassed-like and said hello. Misha smiled and said hello back, and then said he was going to shoot himself out of a canon above us into the pool, and he wanted me to take a photo with my phone. He put on a weird white helmet that covered his eyes and got in the canon, and then flew out into the pool from super high up, but I was unable to get a photo because he moved too fast. Then I remember feeling annoyed because I was paying 30 bucks a month to use this pool and all its facilities, and they never told me that they had a pool canon to use. Before Misha could return, a voice on the intercom said "General Mills! General Mills!" and I knew they were calling for me and a few other people in the pool area, because we were carrying boxes of General Mills brand cereal. So I headed up a hallway out of the Grace balcony and as I was walking, a random girl started to walk next to me, and we were both carrying backpacks and the hall was now in a school and surrounded by lockers. I looked down at the ground and saw a virtual pet key-chain laying there. I picked it up, and the girl suggested I keep it for myself, but I knew it wasn't mine and that would be wrong, so I told her I was going to take it to the lost and found office and we went our separate ways. On the way there, I saw another virtual pet key-chain laying on a bench, the exact same model, but before I could pick it up, a girl in gym clothes with a towel over her shoulders walked by and picked it up. So I went to the lost and found office, and there was a glass window with a little drop box, and a bored woman with curly brown hair in a police uniform reading the paper. I couldn't put the key-chain in the drop box because someone had stuffed it with shoes, so I opened the door to where the woman was and handed her the key-chain, which was now no longer a virtual pet but a plastic figurine of a grey cat. The woman looked surprised and said "You found my key-chain! My daughter lost it, I thought I'd never see it again!", and with that I left the office and walked towards the front of the school. At the front of the school were 32 registers and sliding glass doors, like the front of a big department store. I noticed I was now a four-legged animal, and everyone in line at the registers were also animals, but I could only move two legs at a time so I walked very awkwardly. In front of the sliding doors was a display with General Mills cereals hanging from it. As I made my way from register one to register 32, I kept tripping over books that were laying all over the floors in front of the registers, which caused the books to go flying. The cashiers would cheer when a book landed near their register because the cashier with the most books near their line at the end of the day got some pills that made you a genius. I remember one of the books I tripped over was red and pink, and called "The Book of Lists of Books that Say They Are True, But Are Actually False". As I passed one of the registers, I heard a guy calling at me, a friend of mine but who was now a llama, and he said "Hey! Check it out, I've got a turtle now!". Sure enough, he had a wicker basket on his back with a turtle peeking out of it. I marveled at it because I remember he used to have something else in the basket.

I was in a house, I think it was my old home in Arab, and there were leaks in the ceiling that were dripping down onto the carpet making it all squishy. I also saw bits of soil and lots of thin long white worms. I was kind of afraid of the worms because they looked strange to me. There was also a structure made out of pine wood set up in the room, it looked like a pool table that was unfinished or something. There isn't much I remember about this dream except snippets, but I remember going into my room where I had a big wooden clubhouse set up, and then going into the clubhouse and locking it, and laying on the little bed in there and crying. The worms were also on the floor there, too. Someone was banging on the door to my clubhouse while I was crying, trying to get in. I also remember a weird alien bobble-head toy that felt very soft and warm when I touched it, like it was alive.

Cory and I were shopping in the clothes section of a store, when I saw this weird monster hovering to and fro between the clothes racks. It made me think of Lovecraftian monsters, because it had lots of tentacles and a head that looked sort of like an aquatic triceratops. Cory didn't notice it wandering around, so I followed behind it to try to figure out what it was doing here. As it moved around, it dropped a book, and after a while it vanished. I picked up the book, but I couldn't get it to open. The front was covered in a grainy wood texture and it looked very old, and when I showed it to a nearby shopper, he screamed and spoiled his pants. It kinda freaked me out but at the same time was a little funny, that whenever I showed the book to someone, they would all get completely terrified and soil their pants. I figured the book had some kind of monstrous aura but it did not affect me because I was the one holding it. I hid the book in my bag so nobody else would see it and freak out, and then Cory and I left the store and went to a gas station to get some sodas. We were going on a trip that involved a train, so we wanted to bring some drinks with us. We arrived at the train station just in time to board and took a seat near the back. I put my bag with the creepy book in it under my seat and opened my soda, but when I took a drink of it, it was very gross and had a slimy consistency so I threw it out. After the train started moving, Cory fell asleep, as did many of the passengers, but there were still a few of us awake when the train took a very sharp curve and caused the terror book to fall out of my bag and slide across the floor. I tried to grab it but it slid out of my reach. As it slid forward, I could hear random people screaming.

I had a job as a cashier at a high-end grocery store and, even though it wasn't my first day on the job, I was still pretty new. I got behind the register and two old ladies immediately walked to my line. They didn't have a lot of groceries, just a few cuts of meat and some paper towels, but for some reason my register was acting up and wouldn't let me input my employee number and password. I kept fiddling with the screen, trying to get to the log-in screen, but it was taking forever. Fortunately, the ladies were nice and said they actually forgot something they needed so they left their groceries on the belt and went back into the aisles. I finally got it working, but the ladies were still gone, and an old Asian man came through the line and waited, not sure if he should go forward or wait for whoever the meat and towels belonged to. I ushered him forward and checked him out around the ladies' groceries, and soon they came back. We hit another road block when I tried to scan their paper towels but couldn't find a bar code on them. They told me the towels were 37 cents each, which seemed pretty low, but I'd already made them wait so I just took their word for it. After I finished with them, I went on my lunch break, so I walked over to the deli/butcher area to get a sandwich. I was friends with the girl behind the deli counter, she had two brown ponytails on the sides of her head and one of those little hats butchers always wear. When I got there, she got excited and pointed to a spot in the meat display case near the bottom. There was a cute black and white kitten curled up and sleeping on an empty spot on the case. I suggested she make a sign saying "Cat 3.99/lb" and put it next to the sleeping kitten, and she laughed and agreed but before she could the kitten woke up and walked away. I ordered a sandwich made with bratwurst, and as I started towards the break room I saw Cory walking up to the deli. I ran up behind him and stuck the bratwurst sandwich in his face, but instead of jumping scared he just took a bite of it. I asked him what he was doing here, and he said "I need to buy some spices for dinner tonight." He wheeled a cart up to the deli and started ordering bags of the spices on display on the wall shelves. He piled bags of expensive high-end spices and dried herbs into the cart until it was full, and I was concerned we didn't have the money to buy a cart full of spices. He seemed okay with it though.

Something involving Monster High or Bratz dolls. There were three sets of three dolls each, and each set had the same three dolls only they were a different size. There was a set of small ones the size of regular action figures, a set of normal sized ones, and then a set of very tall ones about the size of a 60cm BJD. I think I gave them to somebody as a gift?

(This is from September 25.)

I was visiting someone's house with my dog, Loki. I think I was helping them with some groceries or something, and it was a very nice brownstone sort of place that you'd see for rent in the better areas of a big city. I entered the place and while I was sitting at the table, a demonic entity appeared. The person I was visiting didn't seem surprised and seemed to know this would happen, she said "Sorry." to me and left the room. The demon looked like a typical classic demon, he had the whole "Greek Pan turned Christian devil" look. He came up to me menacingly and demanded that I give him my dog for sacrifice, to which I said HECK NO (because my dog is awesome cute, I mean just look at her on my DJ page image with her cute lil' sunglasses...) and I offered up myself in place of my dog. He mulled it over for a bit and finally agreed, pointing a finger at me and transporting me to a demonic den. I found myself in some kind of pit, surrounded by human bones and lots of blood splatter. I could hear screams and see fire out in the distance. The demon appeared before me and said the pit I was sitting in was the nursery in hell, where the baby demons were kept, and because I was now his servant I had to constantly keep watch over the little babies. Apparently, I'd been relegated to the position of babysitter. The babies I watched were actually really cute, they were like the little Raphaelite cherubs, except they had bat wings and horns. After a while it got a bit tedious and I knew I couldn't be a babysitter for eternity, so I sneaked out of the pit and entered this portal that took me back to the home I'd been taken from. The person I'd been visiting was there, and she explained she had to offer me and my dog in exchange for her own freedom. But now that I'd gotten free, the demon came back and took her instead.

There was a war going on, against the forces of Mordor, and I was one of the strategical officers behind the scenes in charge of trained battle animals. We had lots of different animals, all in cages waiting to be let out so they could feast on the bad guys of Mordor. I remember a few griffons, some lions and tigers, and some gargoyles. It was my job to know exactly the right moment to let out certain armies of battle animals to do maximum damage to Mordor. Unfortunately, our army was kind of lazy and was taking its time getting ready. We knew the enemy had a weapon that required a few hours to charge but could wipe out the entire world once it fired, but I was the only one who seemed to realize they were charging it and nobody would hurry or listen to me. Suddenly, as our troops began to mobilize, we heard a big booming voice coming from the Eye of Sauron start to count down from 30. I raced to get everyone moving, but it was too late, and when the countdown hit one, a giant wall of fire engulfed the whole world. But when that happened, I didn't die, I woke up and found myself to be a strategical officer for the forces of Mordor instead of the good guys, and realized I was actually a bad guy who just dreamed I was good. I handled the animals for the Mordor side, but they were weak compared to the animals I'd seen in my dream. I let out a tiger, but then a tiger from the forces of good pounced on top of it, five times bigger than it. Then I let out a griffon that had the ability to levitate things, and I remember messing around and getting the griffon to levitate random pieces of paper, trying to buy the good guys more time. One of the commanders got pissed and I jumped on the griffon and flew away.

I was watching from as if behind a rider’s eyes as he rode his horse. They jumped over many obstacles that got progressively harder (at one point, fences), and I marveled at it, wondering how the horse didn’t get worn out.

It switched to an omniscient view. Apparently I’m spying on the rider as he’s delivering a package. It’s a really long piece of metalwork, and I wonder how he’s carrying it without any issues, but after watching him, I see that he’s keeping it well in hand, even though it’s almost longer than the horse.

They arrive at a pen, and the horse jumps over the enclosure - I see Spice sleeping on the dirt ground, but the horse jumps over him with ease.

Me and a woman are there waiting, sitting behind some kind of square crate. I look over and see that Spice is a few feet to the left than where he was before.

Notes: I have ‘ride a horse’ on my goal list but hadn’t thought about it much lately. So to have this dream out of nowhere was amazing. Feeling the horse jump over obstacles and running was an amazing feeling. I hope to have another dream like this!

(This is from September 23rd, yesterday.)

There was some kind of gathering for a Christmas pageant. It was in the middle of the desert and surrounded by a chain link fence, so I climbed the fence and jumped over to join in the Christmas festivities. There was a stage with a bunch of people practicing a nativity play, and they were singing Christmas carols. I wanted to be in the play to play one of the angels, but then I heard the director say that the play would involve a daily commitment, and I knew I couldn't come every day since I technically didn't even belong here. I walked among the crowd of people around the stage, the actors singing "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" and I sung along with them as did most of the crowd. After a while I remembered that I had a huge collection of reindeer hats and I wondered if I could sell them there, so I put one on my head. But as I was adjusting it, someone on a megaphone said they were going to have a contest where you had to tackle the guy in the antlers to win a prize. I immediately took off my reindeer hat because I didn't want to be mistaken for the guy they were supposed to tackle. A person came up to me and said they were having problems finding parking spaces for all the cars coming to the pageant, and he asked if I could help out by putting down markers showing each parking spot. I climbed back over the fence and started putting down markers, and every time I put down a marker, a car would appear out of nowhere and park there immediately.

I was in this camp, it was sort of like a colony, there were booths set up all along the bare dirt ground and festive-looking gypsy caravans around. All the people in the colony were seamstresses and tailor, and they all had different "animal attributes". Like there were people who were cat-people, who had cat ears and a tail and claws, and there were rabbit-people who had the fluffy bunny tail and bunny ears, etc. I was a cat-person and a novice seamstress. There was a celebration going on, and we pulled out a giant dragon pinata the size of a car, and everyone hit it with sticks until it exploded. But instead of candy, little miniature versions of clothes spilled out. They were like doll clothes, but we used mini clothes as sort of patterns to make actual clothes, so they were very valuable. Everyone got down and collected some loot, I remember picking up a mini plaid shirt and a weird pair of pants that had one leg a long jeans leg, and one leg a short-shorts leg. I thought it was very odd so I showed it to people saying "Look at these weird pants I found!" but none of them seemed interested. As I was scouring the ground, I saw a piece of paper that had about ten pairs of mini-pants glued to it, and I knew that wasn't part of the loot, it was a part of someone's portfolio. So I picked it up and I went over to a friend of mine, who was a rabbit-person with shoulder-length dark hair and glasses, and asked her if she knew who it belonged to. She took it and looked at it, and said it belonged to another person whose name was Kat, and was a cat-person like me who had grey cat ears and grey hair, and looked very anorexic. She gave me the paper back and I took it over to Kat. However, when I gave it to her, we both noticed it wasn't the same pants I'd found on the ground, it was a paper with a couple dresses on it! We realized my rabbit-friend had stolen her pants designs and switched them with some old dress designs. Kat was super pissed off but didn't want to confront her, so she stormed over to my friend's caravan tent, which was bigger than everyone else's and looked more like a two story house. She said she was going to climb up the side and through the window to see if her designs were in there, proving my friend stole them. I didn't want any fights to break out, so I whined and begged her not to break into the tent and said we could all work this out civilly. Kat would not listen and climbed up the side. I ran over to my rabbit-friend and told her Kat was going into her home to find the designs, but she didn't seem to care. I urgently told her she could easily run into her home from the front and beat Kat into the house, but she seemed to want Kat to find the designs. I think they had some kind of beef with each other and were just looking for a reason to fight.

A dream involving Bill Nye but I can't remember what it was about. I think he was yelling at me about something.

Yosemite Sam said he could stop my seizures by operating on my brain, and for some reason I thought that was a great idea so I got onto the operating table. He gave me anesthesia but not enough to knock me out completely, so I was still conscious and talking while he cut my head open I just couldn't feel anything. I heard the sounds of drilling and the vibrations, and then I saw him pull out a piece of my brain, it was like a little sphere of brain matter and reminded me of the Brain Surgeon from Dexter. He even put it in a little jar just like it. But I was really happy thinking I would never have seizures again, and then he sewed my skullcap back on and told me not to move my head around too quickly or the stitches would fall out.