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Bacon..?
I don't remember the dream, but some sort of glimpse of memory was triggered by eating bacon. So maybe it was about bacon?

- I found my cat some bacon cat food to eat.

- One of my friends was flirting with the postman after he delivered her new skirt

- was on a small train to get on a plane, could get of the train quick enough due to parents. Eventually got off and sat down opposite my brother and then 3 small children came and sat next to us. I put my headphones and music on.

Non-Lucid Part:

I'm with my siblings and my sister, Hannah, is trying to kill me with that psychotic look on her face just like with my previous lucid--which I did not bother to write down. Only, I'm not lucid.
I'm freaking out right now and wondering just what I have done to her. I grab a pair of scissors and try to threaten her with them, but she just yanks them out of my hand with monster strength. Soon, we're both wrestling around with several pairs, trying to kill each other. I manage to push her next to the cabinets in the adjoining kitchen, but then...

Lucid Part:

"Oh my god! I'm dreaming,"I shout.
My siblings stiffened in surprise. My other little sister didn't seem to care and my little brother glared at me--but, that isn't anything new. He does that in real life, too.
I didn't care about my other sister's reaction, though. Now, I just wanted to leave. I hate hanging around my house or town in my lucid dreams. Everyone is so dull and lifeless--or trying to kill me--in that area.
So, I wasn't about to get stabbed today. I'll leave out this next part for everyone, but it was a complete struggle.
I won, though.

So, I stole a glance at my other sister and said,"I am not about to be here if that...thing...is still moving."
I whipped out the door and flew off--literally. I think I've been flying out of sheer desperation rather than enjoyment.
Anyways, I said for it to be daytime, but instead my brain just made it rain.
Hardy har har on you, brain.
I love rainy weather.

By now, I had landed in a nice white house. I landed on some pretty blue staircase carpet, but quickly backed away when I saw some couple getting their children ready for school. The moment they walked out of the foyer, I ran outside.
However, I wasn't afraid or cautious here. I don't know why, but the further I travel away from my house or town in my dreams, the more human everyone is.
I rang the doorbell, while one of their kids that was already waiting for the bus was outside. I said hi as they looked at me curiously. Suddenly, the wife looked out the window and saw me. Opening the door, she asked what I needed.
"...I'm...Wow, uh...This is a dr..."
"Yes, I know what you're saying. No need to get upset that this is the Dreamworld."
She smiled at me and I finally got a good look at her. She was a slightly overweight woman of average height with dark red hair that reached her shoulders and a face that put her age at about late 30s or early 40s. She had on a pair of dark blue jeans and a purple sweater.

"Thank god. Wait, I've asked this before, but doesn't it make you kind of annoyed if someone asks or tells you that you're not real?"
The woman, who I think was probably named Pamela, smiles and says,"Come inside."
She tells her children to leave for the bus and as we are walking in the house, she talks.
"You see, in what you call the real world, many of you believe that is the only reality. Well, in what you call the dream world, this is our real world. It is our reality."
I stare at her, then say,"Yeah, but don't people from real life create you?"
She smiles and replies,"Yes. But, don't many of you believe that a god created you? What makes that so much different?"
I look at her in wonder and I can't help but think that I wish this woman was real.

Pamela leads me into a sort of massage room where a man is standing nearby. He is in his forties and he is bald on top. He looks at me with interest and she says,"She's from the other world."
"Ah. Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm her husband."
I nod and say,"It's nice to meet you, too, sir."
We shake hands and I ask what they're doing in here. Apparently, the man has back problems and his wife is going to massage his back in their massage room. I'm talking to them about random things for a long time when I notice a pile of cooked bacon. Pamela explains that her husband is a huge fan of it. I really want a piece because it smells delectable. She actually did say I could have a piece. No, that isn't right.
She offered to make me breakfast. However, I left before I could take her up on that offer.

I'm getting ahead of myself, though. I really take a good look at them, fully expecting for their appearances to change, for the scenery to change. But, nothing is different. It is literally like real life, and it is a wonder that I don't relapse back into a state where I think I'm actually awake.
Noting that there is an enormous mirror, I take a look at my appearance. I look normal, except for the acne covering my forehead.
Crap! It's high school hell all over again! Hah! And I bet this is before I started drinking tons of water to get rid of this.

I try to get rid of it, but I can't for some reason.
Giving up, I realize I've been wanting to find my dream guide. I explain this to Pamela and her husband.
"You're welcome to shout for it as much as you'd like,"she says.
"Thanks."
For some reason, I can't make the words out correctly and I end up sputtering out,"Subconscious, I want to see my subconscious!"
Then...Uh, things got slightly weird. This small figure wearing a grey hoody comes up to me. It is on a scooter skateboard thing and I take a good look at the...thing's face. There's nothing there. Just a black pool of nothingness. I knock it down, and some of the pool comes out.
"F*** off. Get out of here."
I push the thing away, visibly disturbed. Nearby, that couple just can't help but laugh about this. Not my foul mouth, but what came in.
I try to say it again and I finally manage something. Now, I wait for my dream guide. That person never come, though.
I look at Pamela and her husband and say that I need to leave. They nod and tell me goodbye.
"Damn. I might not get that breakfast after all,"I grumble as I run out.
I ran and ran until I made it to an airport terminal. I look at all the people when my eyes lead me straight to one particular woman. She is an overweight black woman with honey colored hair and an extremely intelligent and knowing look on her face. She was looking straight at me with a smirk now. Somehow, I felt drawn to this woman. She hands me some sweet and I eat some. It actually tasted like food. I don't finish it, though.
Then, she proceeds to tell me that my dream guide left me a note explaining that she was sick and tired of everything. I quite listening after this. Because, I have a sinking suspicion that she is actually my dream guide--but, she is screwing around with me.
I had a good reason to think this, by the way. I cannot accurately describe this, but when I saw this woman, I felt...connected and drawn to her. She felt entirely different from anyone else.
The rest of the dream just involved me trying to get back to Pamela's house for breakfast. Too bad I woke up.

Non Lucid, I did try a WILD last night, but I was still pretty drunk and it didn't work out.
There is loads of this dream I don't remember, but the main plot is that we keep getting framed for killing people.


I am at some sort of theme park, my family are here, I currently have no idea where they have gone. Behind me is a large doorway into a shop, but the stairs down to the shop are ridiculously steep, so if wanted to go down I would have to climb.
In the far distance I see a small old man, he is carrying a basketball, above him is what seems to be a massive roof of a merry go round, but just as a roof, no ride beneath. The man uses a tennis racket to smash the basket ball, and it just flies at astronomical speeds, reaching me in seconds, I (somehow gaining a tennis racket) smash it back to him.
This goes on for awhile and we are having great fun, but then my family come on court, blocking me, and start playing boring tennis. I decide give up and go exploring.

...I don't know what happens here but some how I gain Kevin Bacon as a friend, and we got blamed for killing someone...

Heading outside, I begin to cross the road in front of me, there is a women crossing just to the left of me, out of nowhere a motorbike comes speeding past and kills the women. I instantly get blamed somehow and I decide to run and get on the motorbike.
Riding down the road I begin to reach a turn off for the highway, I see two cop motorbike drivers just in front, they see me and turn on their lights.
I try to zoom past them, this bike doesn't have that much power though and they come to the side of me and try to hit me off, I curve off to the side of the road and see a fence that I can jump over. The policemen are too close and I decide to trick them by not jumping and continuing riding, this fools them surprisingly well.
I continue on, I stop at the side of the road where there is a gathering to try and fit in. There is a man, an old lady and a few others gathering around a barrel fire.
I go up and start to talk to them, I look closer and see that they are all Kevin Bacon, very strange, my friend the real kevin is just behind me, catching up. I see lights in the distance and know they had set me up, I run into the crop field in front of me, with a surprising struggle to get over the fence, kevin just does a massive backflip.
In the field there are kids there running after me with bees held between their fingers trying to sting us and slow us down. This is surprisingly affective as I get stung and am in great agony.
Fade.

Kumara's Dreams

Thought I was on the wrong bus but the other one was doomed

Dream 1 – I was on a bus, not sure where I was going. I noticed that I didn't have bus fare, and dug through my purse looking for money. I must have been on a Houston bus, because I remembered the fare was $1.25. I noticed the bus wasn't going where I thought it was going, I thought it was going to the Heights, but it passed and I don't remember exactly where it was going, I may have passed through Baytown. I wondered if the bus was coming to the end of the route and double-back and if I would have to pay a double fare.

I found a check from my sister for $3.50, it had glitter on it. I thought, well, that won't work on the bus. Then I found a $5 bill. Something about the back of the bus being painted black and seeming kind of weird. I wondered why I had brought what I did – my pillow (the regular one). A thought about therapy flashed through my mind, it was all overlapping and fuzzy.

I wondered if I was on the #66.

The bus turned around and dropped me off, it was rainy and wet and there had been a bunch of “sparkly people” who took a different bus. Some guy on the ground to my right asked me a question, and I asked him to repeat it because I only heard the last part of what he said and I wasn't sure what the question was. I asked him a couple of times to repeat the question, and he looked at me pointedly and put on headphones. He laid back on the ground, and his head was in a puddle of water that nearly covered his face. I splashed his face and angrily said, “There's your answer!", not caring if I drowned him.

Someone was telling me about the other bus that others had taken, that it was on a slippery road and whoever was driving was not a good driver or driving drunk or something...and that also who was really driving (?) was a band called “Cherry Oats”, who was known for their drunk driving or bad driving. It was clear that those on that bus were pretty much doomed.


Marla, cuddling, bedbacon

Dream 2 – I was with Marla on a bed. A small dish with some chopped bacon on it. Setting the bacon on a burner on an oven that was part of the bed, with flat-top burners, spilling oil, trying to catch myself and my hand got caught in the oil but maybe Marla helped me catch it before I burned myself totally. Saying something about it not being a good idea to have the stovetop as part of the bed. Marla snuggling and kissing me. Told me she thought I was beautiful, and I thought it was because Lauren and I look alike and she thinks Lauren is beautiful.

I'm going through this maze. Not in a particularly surreal way. It was like the ones that are made out of hedges. And there are other people there. And it c
kind of transforms into a kids playhouse type thing (a bit like the kids tv show fun house). Still in kind of maze form, but there are multiple tiers.
Next dream
My dad's got a 4 by 4 convertable (do they exist? i don't know). And he's driving down to the end of simon's way (finney lne end). James and Ann-Marie are with us. Then we get out and James starts speaking about his frustration with Wayne's cousin- Luke (who he doesn't actually know, at all, in real life!). and Luke was complaining about not being able to claim dole money, even tho he's working. And
james was saying how he doesn't do that much work.
Then Ann'Marie and i are at James' work in this big warehouse. And she decides we play a game whereby we pick up stuff from the warehouse to symbolise a famous person's name. One of the things Ann-Marie picks up is some bacon. And the name of that person was Sir Francis Bacon. ????
Next dream
I fall out with Wayne about not doing stuff together. And i say it's because i don't have alot of money. I said i'd been to see united about for or five times this season. And he said he phoned me up hinting to go a number of times and i turned him down. But at that stage i had no money.
i remember saying to him "i can't spend money i haven't got!". And my mum was there for some reason.

(A dream from a few years back...The dialogue is not exact, but it is just about right.)

I walk into the kitchen, holding my pregnant belly, to where my mom is making bacon. (note: I have never been pregnant.) It is the exact kitchen I had at the time of the dream.
I feel my water break and stop dead in my tracks.
Me: "Mom, my water just broke."
Mom: "That's nice dear." I walk closer to her.
Me: "You don't understand, the baby is coming!" She does not even look up at me.
Mom: "How much bacon do you want honey?" I begin to feel the baby crowning.
Me: "Mom! It is coming!!"
Mom: "Not now sweetie. I am cooking." I am so confused as to why she is not helping. I feel the baby's shoulders begin to descend. As soon as the shoulders are out the entire baby follows. It is contained in a sac which I rip open immediately leaking water on to the kitchen floor. I grab my child and place it carefully on the kitchen counter. I put my hands on my legs to catch my breath and after a few breaths I turn to my mom again.
Me: "Mom, I just had a child...here in the kitchen..."
Mom: "That's nice." He turns to me holding the pan toward me. "You want some bacon?"