Gavin was riding a bike in my old backyard and he rode up the back wall and crashed. He was injured but ok. Mum me and gavin were in backyard and mum was on a plastic white outdoor table. She knew every Geelong Cats football players name. This was odd as she normally doesn't know any players names and she goes for Collingwood. We all went to a retreat with Jordan and another brother. We climbed up a terrifying log and we all egged each other on once we got up there the other two boys jumped down into the waters below. I chickened out and slid down. We got back to our resort and Jordan put on a blue Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu gi and tried to be tough. He was annoying. I remember a fragment of rory getting mince out of the fridge. I went to my room and was afraid that I destroyed or lost my usb and keys but they were ok. I went to a pub and saw my sister there. She was talking with friends. I went up to her and told her about what happened. She wanted to tell me about horror story gavin and mum had told her about previously but I didn't want to hear it. My sister looked Asian. It was around this time I became suspect that I was dreaming. I reassured my self - yes I definitely am dreaming! However, I became too excited. I sort of panicked and tried some dream control techniques like touching objects and spinning. However, I had trouble visualizing spinning. I began too panic the reality of being in a dream, everything went wierd (almost psychadelic) and I woke up at 6:12am. I need to go over this article: http://www.dreamviews.com/f12/ninas-...torial-118317/ in order to extend my lucidity duration.
I was home with my mom and hungry. I found some leftover steamed rice to eat but found nothing to have with it. I used the ceramic bowl from my dorm days that has a glossy turquoise interior and matte black outer finish.
04.04.2012Biology Cladogram, Prospective Tenants (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID First dream that I remembered, it was really vivid, and some things were out of place, but it's funny how it was since I have a cladogram assignment to finish before today. Dream 1: Biology Cladogram I'm inside a Biology Laboratory, the environment is remarkably accurate to the one in waking life. There is faded gold-ish flooring to it, white lighting, and windows to the sides. The tables have black tops, with the shiny brown and wooden cabinets with drawers and such supporting it, just like the ones in waking life, along with the light brown stools to sit on as well. There's this person who looks like my lab partner in waking life, let's call him "Ley." Ley was telling me about the cladogram assignment. One thing that I didn't catch to do an RC was that I normally sat at the far end of the set of lab tables in waking life, but I was sitting to the left side, and since each side had a set of stools, this meant I was close to other people who had their backs facing me. Ley is wearing a brown jacket I believe, some dark blue jeans, but I can't remember the color of his shirt, it's a warm color, at least. In his hand, it seems it is a folded up maroon paper that would would extend maybe 2-3 feet if opened. He finished the Cladogram assignment apparently, and I realize I haven't finished mine as yet. The TA (teacher's assistant) wasn't here in the dream at all, but she probably was because I wasn't trying to paying attention to her at first. The reason why I'm declaring that is when Ley showed me how to set up his Cladogram, I felt like someone was watching me, or it was just being cognizant that since this assignment does not allow collaboration with another classmate that made me quick in how I turned my head to see his folded up paper. His choice with the color of the paper, along with it being in black ink wasn't even legible. The things that I saw on it were links, and a few think boxes linking each other to rectangles with curved corners. It seemed more like a concept map rather than a Cladogram with just lines and a few curves. I try to take a peek, since he's offering to show me where to start at least, but I quickly look back the other way because I still feel the TA is in front of us trying to explain something. I stopped looking after two peeks, and just paid attention to what was in front of me. A projector screen was placed far back at the front of us in the middle, just like in waking life. It had a few messages on the board, and they were actually pretty stable in syntax. I can't remember exactly, but the general message it was trying to portray was about the Cladogram Assignment we had to do, and what would happen if students turned it in late, some general things, but I'm glad the dream managed to have clear and legible spelling for once (other than the material on Ley's paper). I stand up, and I decide I should go work with the people around me, but then I see a girl sitting alone on the far right side of where I'm sitting (I'm still on the left side of this table). She looks a lot like someone I met in High School, but I can't figure who it was exactly. She had brown and long hair, her facial composition was small, which made her cheeks stand out a little more, which augmented the cuteness factor big time. I believe she had freckles, and was probably wearing a little mascara, or was just using eyelash makeup to lure attention to her eyes. She was wearing a light blue shirt, and her jeans, I'm not going to describe them too much, because it's probably wishful thinking to presume they were butt-lifting jeans, but because she looked like the girl I met in waking life, she did wear jeans to elevate her ass. And the fact that her waist was wide, and having an hour glass shape (with the bottom a little wider than her top) along with perky breasts to accommodate her skinny top region just screamed "Fertility." I believe she was a little annoyed with my presence, probably because I was showing someone else some magazines containing some adult content. After a while, I closed it and forgot about them altogether, and I basically stayed close to the girl from what I can remember. Dream 2: Prospective Tenants It seems people are checking out the house we're in, and I presume this because someone that looked like my mother was telling them to look around without any concern. I was resting on my side, probably watching something, and I see more of what seems to be the relatives of the tenants. They were all Asian with black hair.
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m following someone, a female friend, and she leads me into a restaurant and on through to the backroom. I was under the impression thatthey needed help and that it might be fun to give assistance. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The room I walk in to is not a restaurant kitchen, but somesort of manufacturing warehouse. The walls are high but appear to be made ofclay or concrete, unusual for such a spacious room. Some of the equipment andwork stations appear like an old glass-blowing factory. In the ceiling there isa slow-moving vent fan that does little to alleviate the heat, though I see noopen flames or extreme sources of heat. I know it feels warm yet no one appearssweaty, though everyone is dressed for warm temperatures, overalls and shortsleeve shirts. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman continues on past several stations and passes aman whom she speaks to briefly about me, then walks past him and out of mysight. The man, who is brown –skinned like a man from India and has dark hairapproaches me, and I begin to take off my shirt. I am not sure why I am takingoff my shirt but it appeared right at the time. The man is holding up a leadvest, and says, “The first thing we need to do is get the lead vest on you. It’llkeep you safe.” This is when I realize that there is indeed fire and heatinvolved in working in this room, and the vest this man is offering me will donothing to protect 85% of my body. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I start backing away from the man, attempting to get myshirt back on. I become indignant and say, “No way! Who do you think you are?Do you realize who I am?!”[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk away from him hurriedly and the location shifts to alarge home, almost palatial, perched on a hillside. The building is white, butnot brightly so, and has multiple levels and terraces with terrific views ofthe surrounding countryside. I am inside and holding a drink, and I am royalty.I also appear to be masculine, an unusual role in my dream, but I am talkingwith someone who is perhaps an advisor. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man I am talking with is telling me about somethingmundane, an upcoming appointment or business affair which I must attend. I callhis attention to a woman standing among other people in the home, a beautifulwoman who appears in her mid-twenties, standing with her back to me, part of agroup of women who appear to be servants and various…guests? He tells me thatshe belongs to the Jade Dragon, and the mark on her back denotes that.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The Jade Dragon mark denotes someone who is very importantand is a special mark. The person with such a mark is feared and revered, asshe can bring fortune or pain. My advisor doesn’t tell me this but somehow Iseem to know it innately.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Everybody leave!” I command. “Everybody out!” I have myadvisor and all the other women leave the room, and because I am king they allfollow my orders. “Except you.” The beautiful woman stays, and I come closer toher.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This woman is naturally beautiful. She appears to be Asianin heritage. Her skin glows as it is illuminated by the torches in the room,which weren’t there just moments before. Her hair is dark and full, flowing butnot longer than her shoulders. There are hints of auburn in her hair, but shedoesn’t color it. Her skin is tan and glistens, almost like she has beenrecently wet or rained on. Her smile is natural and comes easy to her face, butdoesn’t look overly toothy or fake. Her eyes are dark, possibly brown, but itis hard to tell in the dim light of the room.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She fills me with light. She is warmth. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the woman’s back is the mark of the Jade Dragon, visiblebecause her gown is open in back, low-cut but not so low as to be overlyrevealing. The mark consists of raised lines, almost like thick scars, in theshape of a serpent climbing up her back with its head near her right shoulderblade. Surrounding the serpent is the shape of a shield, or marker, a shapewhich denotes the crest of the Jade Dragon and symbolizes power that issupernatural. I can only see three-quarters of the mark as part of her gownhanging over her left shoulder hides part of the mark.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I talk to her, and we get along instantly, and it hasnothing to do with me being king. Her face lights up as I talk to her, asthough no one has been kind to her in many years, and she doesn’t feelthreatened by me. Conversation flowsnaturally, and we end up lying on the floor and talking over drinks. A fire isburning behind us, and I can see the hearth over her back, slightly blurry inthe background of my vision. I am concentrating on her.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am no longer king, but merely a person trying to know thewoman before me.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I want to kiss her,to touch her, and various erotic thoughts do enter my mind, but I do none ofthese things with her, and we are connecting on a deeper level even withoutspeaking. It feels like we both need each other.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I talk to her I discover she does not know what wordsare. She knows how to speak, she knows that language exists, but she has neverseen words, nor has she been exposed to writing. I promise to teach her and sheis genuinely pleased. I feel glad I can help her.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She wonders why people treat her so, why people shun her andfear her. People turn her away from their shops and it hurts her feelings, butlife has always been such. I find it hard to fathom also, and clearly none ofthe local people have ever taken time to know her beyond myth. She is caringand compassionate, gentle in spirit, and happiness finds her easily when she isshown kindness. It’s painful to think she has been dealt such injustice, likecaging a beautiful animal in a prison that has no bars.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Talking to her makes me feel warm inside, and even magical,like first love. I am aware she has special abilities but they are neverrevealed in the dream. I feel connected to her like on one else has ever mademe feel, and it has nothing to do with her stunning beauty, nor the wine wedrink, nor the visibility of so much of her back. It’s as if we should haveknown each other for years, centuries, perfect pieces of a puzzle made for two,only now finding each other.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I want to know more.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
I haven't logged anything in my online DJ so I figured it was about time I was in some large, Asian-themed, hotel type building. There were a lot of beds spread around the rooms and they were all just mattresses on the floor, some with short legs but others with none at all. I was walking around the rooms which were separated by thin, wood walls with a distinct Asian style to them. There were sliding doors on either side of the walls and they were held open the entire time. There were a few people in the beds but more were empty than filled. I walked through one of the doorways and into the next room which was filled with my friends from our local ski/snowboard club. I leaned over to one of the beds and picked up my snowboard. I looked at the base and noticed there were a lot of scratches and dings in it but nothing major. Then I looked at the tip which was completely disfigured. It was completely bent and torn to all hell, completely unrepairable. I looked at it a little disgruntled but figured I could fix it. I grabbed the tip and started bending it back and forth to try and get rid of some of the dings. Even though it was completely ruined I was convinced I could fix it so I kept bending it and eventually it got almost straight and flat but was still rather wavy. I figured it was good enough and set the board down and got in one of the beds. I fell asleep I was in a mall-type structure with a large amount of other people. After walking through it for a minute I was certain is was indeed a shopping mall. I had overheard some other people talking about a "candy room" which piqued my interest. I started to walk around the top floor (2nd) of the mall looking in all the shops and stores looking for this "candy room." I'm not normally a huge fan of candy and prefer chocolate over it anyway, but this really got me interested for some reason. I made a complete circle on the second floor and, after not finding anything, went back down to the first floor using one of the elevators. Once there I got out and turned to the left and ended up sitting on a bench outside what seemed like a salon. It reminded me of a haircut place combined with bed bath & beyond. I looked at the entrance from the bench and noticed a fair amount of children coming out, most around the age of 12 or so and they all seemed intoxicated. They were leaning on each other, talking and laughing, slurring their words, and nearly falling over. I believed this to be the doing of the candy and got up walking into the store. In the back I saw another kid walk towards a hallway with a mirror at the end. I followed him and once I got to the back of the store by the mirror I noticed it was a hall of mirrors. I could see the kid running through each mirror but it was rather dark and hard to make out details. There was an opening to the left and I walked through it only to be stopped the little kid. He gave me a funny look and just walked past me and out of the store. I continued through the hall of mirrors and it seemed to be a straight hallway with no corners or anything. When I got to the end I turned to the left and noticed a stairway. I went up the stairs and they ended in a small room with translucent windows looking out into the rest of the mall. There was my friend Bruce sitting on a couch around a table along with another kid whom I did not recognize. There was a small end table in the middle with a box of chocolates on it. Bruce and the other kid were occasionally taking one and eating it, talking about something I could not hear. I walked over to them and Bruce greeted me warmly while the other kid just sat there looking at me, but not giving me any mean look. I sat down and after a minute or so an older person came in through the door right next to the windows. He looked to be about 30 and had a 5 O'clock shadow despite it being only about noon. He came in and handed a packet of papers to the other kid I did not know. He proceeded to give us some sort of ultimatum but I can't remember any of what he said. The next thing I knew I was on the stage in our school auditorium with the entire cast of the musical currently in production at our school (I play in the pit). My friend Bryce (not Bruce) was there as well as many others, about 40, and we were all facing the audience as if we had just finished a show with people bowing and whatnot, but there was nobody in the audience. I then noticed the same end table in the middle of the stage with a pizza box on it. I walked over to it and opened the box only to find a fresh pepperoni pizza in it! I grabbed a piece and took a bite. Not bad! I turned to Bryce and told him he should get some. I turned around to look at the box again and he grabbed a piece though there were 3-4 pieces missing but I didn't really care about it. My recall kind of sputtered out here and I'm not sure if the dream ended or I just forgot the rest but I definitely don't remember anything else
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening When I got lucid, I was at some rectangular white room, with no windows and two doors on perpendicular walls. I assume I took refuge in this place. I could see my stuff on the floor and realized I had been sleeping the night there. I heard noise outside, as if someone was lurking and I got into fight mode. I looked for my sword and noticed a type of shelf, excavated high on the longest wall. I strecthed my arm and looked with my fingers for my sword. It was there. I picked it up and opened, very quietly, one of the doors. This room was part of some kind of basement. The main space was open with many columns and arches supporting the ceiling and there were doors to other smaller rooms like the one I was at. All the walls were painted white and there was nothing stored, just empty space. I was attacked from my right by some guy and from my left came another. I didn't feel very strong and I strugglled to beat them. Eventually I won the fight but three more guys appeared. The more guys I fought, the more kept coming. I looked for an exit when I realized they were controlling the only exit and coming from there in waves. Shit! When I was trapped against a wall, tired and fighting 5 guys at once, I felt I was lost. Then from the entrance stairs came a woman, asian-looking, who gave orders for them to halt their attack. She slowly walked to me, I couldn't help notice how attractive she was. I had surrendered and she held my face in her hands, looked me in the eyes and asked me for Manjushri sword. Oh, so that's what they want! I have to think for a while and I recall that I hid it somewhere safe before I came in here for the night. I don't say a word, she beats me. She tells the men to hold me down and she tortures me. I say nothing. Then she orders them to rip off my clothes. Completely naked, she touches me and I can't help feeling aroused. She says it's quite a waste to damage such a beautiful body. She orders the men to lock me up in one of those rooms until I decide to talk. Then, it all gets a bit hazy, but at some night I manage to escape the room and in the cover of darkness I manage to pass by the guards and escape. I even find it strange how easy that was.
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Frist... I am in some supermarket, that sells mixture of stuff.. I am surprised how its organised. It reminds me of B&Q or LIDL. I walk around and then I realise that I want to buy mac-book pro. They seem to have just last piece. I talk to the shop assistant and he kindly shows me everything. But as we play with the laptop, we find that there is some problem with it. I am there with my friend. It seems that they are not able to repair the problem and I am very hesitant to by it... despite that they try their best to sell it to me. I ask for some discount, but they oppose that it is impossible for apple products. I think that the price was £749. I try my best to negotiate the price, but apple policy is too strict. I am really annoyed as I was looking forward to it. My friend says we should take something from the shop.... by that he means steal something. I am laughing at him and he starts filling up paper bag with some stuff..... he expects me to do that... hahah no way.... his plan is that I carry the paper bag with stuff through the till and give them only one thing to scan.... I am laughing that it is crazy.... then I see some police officers there.... and tell him not to do that, that it is stupid. Then one of the shop assistants or supervisor of the supermarket comes to me. He says that he really liked the way I was negotiation and that there are his bosses and perhaps he could intro due me to them. I looked down the shop and saw two asian guys with strange haircut... like a hawk (long hair in the middle and almost shaved on the sides). They were pushing trolleys around the shop and discussing something. I don't remember talking to them. But then I go somewhere on top of some hill, where is a big house. When I get there, I realise that that is the house of those two guys. I walk in and see them chatting in the lobby.... some person comes to me and starts talking to me.... They welcome me in the house. I go to the top floor as I am looking for a toilet... and discover attic room. There is some guy or a monk meditating... he is talking to me about some things and maze and some kind of life philosophies, but I don't remember. Next thing I am in czech, in front of my aunties house. There is my brother and his wife. I am excited about seeing them and I start talking to my brother about the dream I had (above)not realising i am still in a dream. Misa tells me something about some maze game. I realise that it is the second time some on did tell me about it.... and i start thinking about it. Next I see a maze in a box.... just imagining... it is full of soil and there are worms trying to find a way through... to the middle..... Suddenly, I am in the bottom garden and I have a box looking like that maze, with soil in it and some kind of small worms... I watch it as they trying to get through... there are some other smaller pinky worms. They look like they are trying to hunt them, but when they meet, the bigger eat them. I put some more dark soil in the maze and the I go for some more worms. I put them in to the box... and soon I see long (zizaly) ground worms really quickly digging through the dark soil... they getting through it faster and faster... they look like small snakes... I admire their body... its shiny, made of segments and dark brown reddish... Itell my mum to look at them...she doesn't want to... but at the end I convince them.... and when I look again in the box... most of the soil is eaten now... only the worms are swirling at the bottom... I am amazed... how quickly they ate it.
I was in an Asian-style restaurant. There are a lot of people, but I don't know any single one of them. I was trying to figure out something. Then while I was under a table, some people surprised me with a birthday greeting. I forgot my own birthday. I told them I thought I was still asleep. I looked for the comfort room. Seems there are two kinds of comfort rooms: the more secure one and the free one. The latter has too many people. I recall nude people, but unclear. I was in a bookstore, searching for books.
I was in front of an Asian food stand that uses the same water for heating the utensils and for brushing teeth.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I stood with another person, looking out over a large body of water, like a really large river. The day was bright, the sky almost white, and the sun glittered on the surface of the water. There was some kind of vessel out on the water. It looked like a mix between a ship and a dock. It looked like it was made out of wood as well as metal. Another vessel or huge machine was either near or on land to my right. It was firing some kind of explosive devices at the vessel. This big vessel was an enemy vessel, and it was openly firing at the vessel in the water, which belonged to America. But nobody was really doing anything about it. The explosives were being launched really clumsily, often missing by a long ways. And the explosives that actually hit the vessel didn't really seem to be doing much damage at all. I started to think that if I stood here watching this whole thing for too long, somebody would start to blame me personally for the explosive devices attacking the vessel. I figured I should just get away from this whole scene. I started talking with the person standing near me about the explosives. Not long after this, we saw a huge missile launch up into the air. It looked like one of the rockets that launched the Apollo missions into space, except that it was flattish, almost having the shape of a plastic cigarette-lighter. It launched really slowly into the air and up through clouds. Dream #2 I was probably finishing crossing a street, walking up to a corner, on a city street that looked like an area of Manhattan with a lot of housing projects. There was a little, blonde girl lying flat on her back on the sidewalk, her feet pointed toward the curb. The girl looked maybe eight or nine years old. She wore a pink or orange summer dress, the skirt of which was pulled up all the way above her stomach. It seemed like the girl was either dead or dying. She was so still and expressionless. I could feel (somehow) a lack of consciousness in the girl. I could also see or feel a sinking away of the life in her. A Latino man with long hair in a pony-tail and wearing a baseball cap was near the girl, trying to help her. The girl may have fallen while the man was around, and the man may have softened her fall, laying her down gently. But now, as I lingered to figure out exactly what was going on, the man seemed to be trying to stand the girl back up. I figured the Latino man was the little girl's father, or some kind of relative. I told the man it looked like the girl needed medical help, not help standing up. The man insisted the girl was fine. But I asked him, "Did you even call an ambulance?" The man may now have been Chinese. He told me he hadn't called an ambulance. I told the man that I would call an ambulance. I said it wouldn't mean there was necessarily anything wrong with the girl. But it was always just better to check in with medics to make sure nothing was wrong. I put a flip-open cell phone to my ear and called the ambulance. I thought to myself how dumb this guy was for not calling an ambulance. The girl was obviously really sick. I started to wonder whether the guy was going to get in trouble for not having called an ambulance. I wondered whether he was trying to hide something that was his fault. As I waited for 911 to take my call, I walked down the sidewalk a bit. There was a platform of scaffolding built over a section of the sidewalk. On the blue, wooden wall of the scaffolding, maybe 3 meters in the air, there were two signs. Both signs were made out of tarp-like material. They were set side-by-side. They were probably pink. The messages on them were written in Chinese characters, which were a dull shade of blue. The sign on the left had a photo as well as a message on it. The photo may have been of a little girl. I was able to read the messages (???). They basically spoke about how, due to rampant racism within an apartment complex almost all the residents of which were Chinese, certain residents of the complex were being forced out. I got the idea that these people had basically just been intimidated by their neighbors until they left. They hadn't been forced out in any legal sense. The people who lived in the complex would have struck anybody else as being also Chinese. But they may have been Muslim as well, or something like that. So the other Chinese people didn't like them. It turned out that the building had some kind of disease running through it. The situation was either that the disease was more prevalent among the people getting purged, or else that the people being purged were developing the disease more violently, now that they were basically living on the street. I went back to the little girl, who was now "Chinese" (even though she actually looked like a Latina girl). The little girl was sitting up, completely conscious, even kind of cheerful. I knew that she had whatever the sickness was, and that she could get really sick. The ambulance was coming to pick her up for a check up and medication. I put my left arm around the girl's shoulders. The ambulance backed up to us, and the back doors were open to receive the girl. A medic lifted the girl out of my arms and into the ambulance. A medic (possibly the same one?) told me, "That girl has tuberculosis. It's really contagious. You were too close to her. You should probably get checked, too." I kind of resigned myself to having the disease, even though I was a little afraid. My mom was now standing over me. She told me, "I went to the store the other day and got a disease testing hit. It can diagnose if you have the disease. So that way you know way ahead of time and you can treat yourself before you feel all the pain." I stood up and followed my mom. We were now in something like an unfinished bedroom. The bedroom had a concrete floor and barren, white walls. It was lit with a stark, incandescent light. My mom pulled out this stretch of cotton padding, like a piece of padding that might be stretched out atop a bed mattress. She laid it out on the floor -- it was actually rolled up, like some kind of stiff, plasticky material, and she had to kind of unroll it and "snap" it into a flat position. My mom told me that you tested yourself by laying down on the mattress. I felt like the testing really wouldn't work, and that the whole thing was just a big ripoff. I wasn't going to lay down on the thing, because I felt like it would do more harm than good. But I didn't want to disappoint my mom, and I was thinking of a way to stall her. My mom rolled up the mattress, which she'd laid out in the middle of the room. She walked over to the right and back side of the room, near a doorway to a dark room or hallway, and laid the mattress out again. As my mom did this, she told me, "These testing kits were on sale at Wal-Mart. So I bought ten or twelve of them. I'm planning on giving them to people as Christmas presents." I thought, Oh my god, Mom! You bought twelve of these damn things? You really got ripped off! For some reason I went over and lay down on the mattress my mom had laid out. I either sat up, or was helped up. My mom was gone, and my friend H was now in the room. There was somehting in the center of the room that looked like a hearth, for a fire, except that there were a lot of stones in it. H and I walked over to the left, front side of the room and sat down near an old-style, rotary-dial telephone that sat on the floor. H picked up the phone and started talking with one of her friends. I watched her on the phone. My view was really low, almost level with the floor, so that the phone's base seemed really big in my view. H spoke to one of her female friends about a gift she had given to Y, another female friend of hers. It may have been something like a coffee mug with a photo on it. But when she mentioned the gift, H asked her friend, "What did S (a male friend of hers) think about it? Did S like it and pay attention to it?" I heard a little bit of H's friend's response. H and her friend spoke a bit more. Finally I got the idea that H and her friend were speaking in code. H hadn't been in contact with Y for a while. They'd had some kind of argument. But before the argument, H and Y had actually been secret lesbian lovers. So now H heard Y was having something like a birthday party. But H wasn't invited. So H sent a present to Y. Ostensibly the gift was supposed to have something to do with H's male friend S, as if to signify that H liked boys, especially S. But the gift was really, secretly, supposed to show Y that H was still in love with Y. H was now on the phone with her other female friend to see if Y had gotten the right message, and if Y was also still in love with H. H was kind of treating me like I was her boyfriend, even though she never real showed it. So she didn't want me to know that she was actually in love with Y. So she was speaking in code with her friend.
Updated 09-11-2011 at 02:29 PM by 37466 (fixed title)
Comments: I'd just like to point out that this dream has little or nothing to do with the realities of shared dreaming here. It's still an awesome dream though. Dream. I am on my computer browsing dreamviews, mainly in the Beyond Dreaming section. I find a post that is about a conspiracy the government have about shared dreaming, something that has been leaked on dreamviews. I am very interested by this and read through it. The information on the post describes the secret telephone method of contacting the shared dreaming sector of the government, I do not know what they have been doing wrong, but is clear to me that I am finding out information I shouldn't. I go to my friends house because I believe his dad will find this information interesting. In order to contact this secret number you have to rewire an old telephone, so that there is two connections to the phone an input and an output, the output becomes an input also. Instead of watching my friends dad make this phone, I see flashing images of the phone morphing into the right setup. My friends dad disappears, yet the phone remains on the table, I pick it up and dail the number 5151, the phone rings.... Someone or something picks up, it pretends that it isnt a person and more an answer machine saying random stuff, mainly just noises. This fools me the first time, I put the phone down and think. I ring the number again, I accuse the person on the end, I tell him I know he is a person! He replys, 'you would have been better not knowing this, it is a shame to do this.' He puts the phone down. Life appears to continue as normal, I have to leave with the army, I am with alot of my friends. We go out on a patrol one day, and get in a fight, I get separated. I am on my own, outnumbered, I get captured. I manage to get to a phone, it is wired correctly, I ring the number. He tells me I know too much, and that I will be killed for doing so. I am in a cave full of asian people, my guess prisoners captured from the taliban or along those lines. They all run one way, I know this is the wrong way and scream to them to stop, they do not listen. I run the other way, and manage to get free. I find an american army patrol, I try to explain what has happened to me, the commander does not listen. I end up carrying the partrols equiptment, we get in another fight. It is with my old partrol, they are doing some strange method of shooting each other to recognise if they are allies, it is retarded and therefore I scream for them to stop. We head back and I end up having to work in this resterant. There is bully and tries to show off the the girls that are working there. I try to make friends, I beat the shit out of him. I get captured. Im inside this dark room, on the wall there is a small notch in the wall which runs the entire stretch of the wall. I climb in as I hear the siffer dogs coming, one comes right up to my face, I know there is not much hope. Two army men come very close to my face, I cant believe they dont see me. One comes extremely close and finaly realises Im there. I burst out and begin to fight. End.
TFor some reason, this was incredibly hard to recall. I only remember a little bit of it. I'm driving on a highway with two men in a car. One of them is really fammiliar and I believe it's one of my dad's friends. The car is really big, theres enough space for all of us to fit in the front seat, nobody seems to be driving the car either. Then I get out of the car and see people behind us, Asian people. They're having a fight by throwing mud balls at eachother. I get hit by one, but I don't pay much attention. Then, behind the crowd, I see something which looked like trucks without withiut their truckload (thats what they're called right?). But they look odd looking. Very thin and very tall. They're speeding at incredible speed towards the crowd.And thats it, thats all I can remember.
i'm at some kind of school or a boarding house with classes, really i keep touching this fat girls legs but get embarrassed and stop because i dont want her to think i like her, i just want to touch her. an asian girl named "12" we have to jump across rocks in a low-ceiling'd room in a third person pov, i make myself or my "character" move across a platform on a roof, collecting beams of sun energy. i'm good at this game. i keep getting "perfects" on a really thin piece of paper, "10" and "12"'s conversation is written down. "is this you, 12?" "no thats from 1864" i crumple the paper and pretend it never happened. i "wake up" and tell heather my dream, and say she was the fat girl. she wasn't really.
I went with Mr. Anello and this woman to a gynocologist appointment, because she was pregnant or something. The woman said that she was going to take about 3 hours, so I went with Anello to get lunch at an asian restaurant nearby. For some reason he had to leave and my friend Julian was there. I went and got some more food with Julian I believe..I remember saying that I felt like a hamburger for the bus ride home, but we happened upon a Chinese restaurant that had a bowl of 5 starfish in a soup like broth that interested me for only 3 dollars. I decided to try it, and remember not liking it very much while waiting for the bus.
11.05.2011Cars and Asians (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID - It was day. - I was make sure to record the asian people. - Not made got recorded. - There was going to be some sort of car race.