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1/14/11 - Chick Fight? Not really...
Dream Non-dream Lucid

Mary, Hannah, and I were in a little costume shop. It was pretty cluttered and difficult to navigate. I wandered over to something cute that I noticed. When I turned from the clothes, there was a girl from my school standing there, with a couple others, blocking my way. The first girl spoke. "You fucking bit me in the locker rooms today," she spat. I rolled my eyes at her. "I did not; I think I'd remember biting someone."
"You did," she said, "and don't even try lying."
I stepped forward and got all up in her space. "The locker room's always crowded, so I may have unintentionally bumped into you, but you know and I know that I didn't bite you. Now move your ass out of the way and let me through."
She blinked several times and stepped to her right. The other two girls tried hard not to laugh as I passed them and went to the other side of the store, meeting up with my friends.

Something like that happened yesterday, except it was for a completely different reason, and it was more of a one-on-one argument.

Recall has been low lately. These dreams were ok but I'll just quickly summarize them.

Teething Falling Out
Yeah, one of those dreams. I had these weird braces that made my teeth fall out. I also had some metal fixtures at the back of my mouth that I try to remove because they cut my tongue.

Movie Diss
I am at a bar with some coworkers but they are the ones I don't get along with. One of them is trying to remember the name of a movie. One guy knows the one she is talking about and says it's one of his favorites. Everyone else seems to agree. But I say it was a dumb movie. I think it was Juno.

Movies in Bed
I meet a high school guy friend at his house. I think it's Thomas. We are going to watch a movie in his room. There are two girls there. One lays down on the bed with Thomas. I lay at the far end of the bed, giving them some polite space. The other girl is Megan. She takes off her pants and lays with me. She has black hair, a black tank top, and black underwear. She's so hot. She cautiously lays next to me, then moves closer. She puts her head on my shoulder and then an arm across my chest. She seems nervous to make this move. I wrap my arm around her and pull her closer to reassure her that I'm okay with it. Then we watch the movie for a bit on a small television.

Woke up a few times but didn't write down the dreams and no recall hours later. Posting here anyway to try to keep up the habit. Maybe one fragment now that I'm trying to recall:

fragment
Arguing with coworker about something work-related.

P vs D
I'm in a video game. It's a futuristic shooter. I'm just wandering through a spaceship when I come upon two teams fighting a match. One team has the clan tag P, the other D. P makes me think of Protoss, and for some reason I think D means Terran. The players where space suits like the marines in Starcraft. D's suits are blue, P is red. They aren't shooting each other though. They are playing a sport where you throw a ball, a bit like basketball but more like water polo without water (which, interestingly, is nothing like the game we call polo, but I digress). The glowing blue ball is in the hands of a player from the D team. The game is stopped and the two sides are arguing about something. Something about one team being rude. Then something about old forums posts for a clan called 3DM which later turned into D.

The Girl in the Window
Method DILD (false awakening), DEILD
Lucidity C
Vividness C
Control C
Short lucid here. Still got sex on the brain lately. Don't recall before, but start with a false awakening. I quickly realize I am not in my own room so I become lucid. I seem to be in a hotel room. The bed is near the window which is unshaded. It's sunny and bright outside. I look out the window. I figure I am on about the third or fourth floor. The window overlooks a swimming pool area which is surrounded by more hotel rooms on all sides. Down one floor and to the right, I see in through the window of another guest's room. It's an attractive young woman wearing just a towel. She sees me, we make eye contact. She smiles.

I step out through my window and directly to her balcony, all the way across the pool courtyard. It's as if the scene through my window is just a flat painting and I violate the fake 3D perspective and just step the short distance in 2D space. Does that make sense? Anyway, I somehow unrealistically get to the girl's room. Once I am in, things return to be more realistic. She is laying on a bed, still wearing just a white towel. She is brunette and nicely tanned. She smiles at me seductively. There's another bed in the room and another girl who I don't really pay attention to. I flirt with the girl in the towel:

Me: I'm the guy from the window.
Her: (laugh) I'm the girl from the window.
Me: Did you just get out of the shower?
Her: (nods, she stands up, walks behind me, takes my hand and starts to lead me away)
Me: (now aware of the other girl) Your roommate won't mind?

Then I wake. Damn it. I DEILD back. I'm in the same room, but the towel girl is gone. The other girl is still here. The towel girl had left my field of vision while I was looking at the other girl, so I guess this kinda makes sense. The second girl is blonde and pale, quite the opposite of the other girl. She walks to me and says nervously: "I'm not as good at this as she is", referring to the other girl who seems gone for good. We start to have sex but I'm still thinking what happened to the first girl. Dream fades. I try to DEILD again but no success.

I was in a bedroom with my ex boyfriend, James, and we were both sitting on his bed and talking just like we used to before I found out that he didn't really care about me at all… Well, at this point we were both sitting on his bed and talking about a bunch of random stuff, about video games, movies, music, etc. We both had iPods there with us, they had been set aside since it was hard to talk to each other while listening to music. I noticed absently that James was playing with my earphones, just fiddling with them, but I didn't really care about that as long as he wasn't damaging anything. I was looking through a strategy guide for some video game, then when I looked back at James I saw he had a knife and was cutting at my earphone cord. WTF? I told him to stop that, and he did, but there was already an area of the wire left exposed, possibly damaged. I got mad at him, he said to fix it with electrical tape, I said it wouldn't help if he had damaged the wire… I tested it on the iPod, and the sound was compromised… I said I would have to buy a new pair now, and those aren't cheap. He didn't seem to have much of a response to that, when I repeated myself, he said the store down the road sells them. I knew he had a spare pair of earphones, and it was pissing me off that he hadn't offered that to me to make up for damaging my pair. For some reason, instead of coming out and saying that, I bitched more until he finally offered them.

I took his spare pair of earphones and I was leaving, I had to go home. Now he was the one bitching at me, complaining about not having his spare pair of earphones and why should I get his earphones instead of just buying new ones for myself. He was pissing me off, I said those things aren't cheap, and he had deliberately destroyed mine, so he owed me the replacement pair. If he was that set on having a backup pair, he should go to the store and buy them. The argument escalated, and changed topics several times, moving on to money problems and then on to him bitching that I don't have sex with him enough and then on to my not liking his way of trying to initiate sex by saying, "Let's fuck," when he wanted to go… I got more and more pissed, and I finally drove away, really upset and pissed off.

I was now driving down the street, driving rather recklessly, and muttering expletives about James, from what he had said I could tell perfectly well he didn't really care about me at all, much less love me. What a crock of shit! I didn't really feel like going home now, so I drove until I came to the store James had indicated had the earphones in it, and even though I didn't need to buy earphones, I went into the parking lot and parked. They also had a lot of other cool electronics, and I needed to calm myself down before I got into a massive wreck. I got out and went into the store, not only did they have their usual stock, they had some special stuff on display, too. Virtual reality gear, and lots of it, every kind of it from gloves to head mounted displays to 3D goggles and glasses… they even had one full virtual reality setup, where the player stood inside a sphere and the computer could scan out their every movement. The person in the system now was wearing an HMD, and other than that she was just going through the movements needed for the game, and the computer was doing the rest. As she walked, the sphere turned like a ball made for a hamster. I really wanted to try that, but there were so many people waiting and watching it… I would never get up there.

I wandered around a bit more and found there were smaller virtual reality setups around, most of them had the form of vehicles that the player sat in. I was heading towards one that looked like a miniature version of Star Tours, thinking maybe I could at least check that one out. I went over to the machine and waited a few minutes for the person currently using it to finish. While I was waiting, my mind went back to James and I got pissed again, and I was also able to spot clear indications that he was cheating… I had no doubt in my mind. So I was just sitting there getting more and more upset.

The machine finally came to a stop, so I got up and waited impatiently for the person to get out… they were taking forever! What was taking so long? I just wanted to kill something since James had been stabbing me in the back… I just wanted to hurt someone… I just wanted… someone to care about me… my anger turned to depression, I felt like I might cry now, which I really didn't want to do where other people could see me. I could do it once I was in the machine… and finally the door opened and a man came out. I was about to get into the machine when I recognized the man, it was MoSh! I felt like I really needed a friend, maybe it wasn't a coincidence that I had met him here… I didn't say anything to him, I just put my arms around him, and though I was ashamed of it, I was crying anyhow. MoSh seemed confused by my behavior, but he finally returned the hug. That's all I remember before I woke.

-In line at the grocery store with my girlfriend when old high school classmates recognize me and are surprised with how much I've changed.

-Girlfriend tells me that she's leaving to the Caribbean on a school trip. I tell her that I'm going to the same destination as well because of work but she doesn't believe me. While we are arguing, I get an important call I've been waiting for but decide to ignore it.

I talk to my mom about my problems and she informs me that I'm half African American.

I get frustrated with girlfriend and start talking to other girls while I'm at the airport.

For some reason, my high school classmates, my girlfriend and I get driven to the airplane in a limo.

The flight assistant tries to forcefully rush me inside of the plane causing me to drop my items. I get extremely mad and yell at him untill he focuses his attention on someone else.

Once I've boarded the plane, I sit down next to my girlfriend and classmates in a "movie theater" style cockpit.

My dream suddenly turns into a narration as I realize that I was writing a question about my love life on a relationship forum.

I had this dream during an afternoon nap. Though I refer to Shari as a friend in this dream we are, in fact, not friends anymore and have not been for some time.


I am following my friend Shari down the road, she is looking unusually radiant. For some reason she is carrying a large set of industrial pliers. We ran into each other on the street and for some reason Shari is insistant that I come and see her new place. Though her apartment exists within the city, the three storey, red brick building itself is surrounded by lush trees and thick, green grass. I wonder at how she can afford a apartment in such a nice building, but when Shari opens the front door and invites me inside, I realize that the entire building is one apartment. The inside is very modern and beautifully decorated, and everything looks brand new. Shari's mother and sister are sanding and painting the veranda windows just outside the kitchen, and they look confused when they see me, as they know that Shari and I are no longer friends. I am glad to notice that Shari's father is no where to be seen, and the three of them seem genuinely happy to have that abusive jerk out of their lives.

There are tools laying in the yard, their handles freshly painted bright oranges and bright reds. Shari asks if I can help working on the place and even though I cannot see anything that needs to be done, I agree. I know that I do not like Shari anymore, but I am happy to help her out if it makes her continue to feel happy, and she truly does seem happy and carefree in her new apartment. Still holding the set of pliers, Shari heads upstairs to work on something on the second floor. I don't really know what to do and just kind of stand around with my hands in my pockets for a while. I eventually notice something loose on the kitchen ceiling and grab a freshly painted wrench from the lawn outside. I get orange paint on my hands as I work, but when I have completed the task, I try and smooth out the paint on the tool's handle to make it look like it had not been smeared. I then place the wrench back where I found it.

When Shari comes back down the stairs, I point out what I fixed and how I smudged the paint on her orange handled wrench. She is not amused and becomes all indignant, even after I apologize and offer to repaint the handle. She claims that "it is ruined now," and there is no point in trying to salvage it. I feel that she is being unreasonable and is trying to guilt trip me into feel bad, so I not-so-politely tell her to do something obscene to herself and start to walk away. Shari then screams at me that I did not deserve to see her apartment and I just laught at her and respond that while her apartment is nice, she does not deserve it have it.


The dream ends there.

This dream I had was long but because I did not write it down when I awoke I have forgotten most of it. The part that I do remember took place somewhere in between the middle and the end.


A lean, young man with frizzy brown hair and I are in a small hotel room. The door is to my right, the bed in front of me and a narrow window to my left. There is a wooden nightstand with a small white lamp on one side of the bed but other than that the room is empty. The translucent sheer curtains of the window are pulled back and tied in a knot to keep them open. The carpet is a garish lime green and the bed's duvet is a dark green with pale yellow sheets underneath. Everything appears clean and orderly.

The young man is not someone I recognize from waking life and for some reason we are standing near the window having an argument. I cannot remember what the argument was about but I turn my back on him out of frustration. Before I can go anywhere the guy pulls a gun out of his pants, grabs me in a headlock with his right arm and holds the gun the my left temple. He screams and spits in my ear (but I cannot remember about what) and I am too startled to move. He stops yelling for a moment and his grasp slackens just enough that I can squirm out of the headlock. The young man does not make any attempt to stop me from doing so and lowers his weapon. He silently stares out of the window and I stare at him for a while.

I make a move to leave but the young man turns around and points the gun at me again, saying that I "can never leave". I was not afraid that he was going to shoot me, rather that he was going to hurt himself in some way. I sat down on the end of the bed and asked him to give me the gun, which he had again lowered to his side. He shakes his head, refuses to hand it over, leans against the window frame, crosses his arms and stares at the carpet. For a while the young man does not talk to me or even look at me and I sit on the edge of the bed, feeling frustrated and bored.

The young man suddenly begins pacing back and forth in front of the window, waving the gun around wildly and yelling at the top of his lungs about whatever is upsetting him. Since he does not address me or look at me as he rages I think for a moment that he has forgotten about my presence. I contemplate making a break for the door but the desire to take the guy's gun is stronger than wanting to leave for some reason. I edge myself to the end of the bed, closest to the window, and watch the young man's movements carefully.

I stand up slowly and ask him if there is anything I can do for him. He does not answer but he stops yelling and waving the gun but continues to pace back and forth. His eyes are opened wide and he sweating. When I see my chance I grab his left wrist (of which hand is holding the gun) with my left hand and pin it against the wall with all my bodyweight. The young man could have easily punched me or grabbed me in a headlock with his free hand, but he does not. Instead he uses his right hand to grab the wrist of my left hand (that has his left hand pinned) and tries to pull himself free of my grasp.

Wrapping my right hand around the barrel of the gun I succeed in wiggling it from his grasp when I dig the nails of my left hand as hard as I can into his wrist. The guy backs off to the far corner of the room, crosses his arms protectively across his chest and sulks. I toss the gun on the bed and leave the hotel room. The young man does not try to come after me.