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I had money issues (as I do in real life, been unemployed for too long) and I'd agreed to take part in a bank robbery with a few professional bank robbers. I'd never committed a crime before, so I was very nervous. In the car on our way to the bank, I got cold feet. And the rest of the crew, not exactly nice people, noticed. They said that if I got nervous, the deal would be off. So I said I was good. We all had carbines, but they assured me we'd rob the bank at night and almost no one would be around. They lied. They used a lot of force and violence and I think people got hurt. I complained that this wasn't what we agreed. I was worried enough about being charged for robbery, and I didn't want accomplice to murder being added to that list. And I'm generally speaking not a murderer. These other guys... were nothing like me.

I was in a city in Turkey, and suddenly some kind of earthquake shook the ground. People assumed it was a nuclear explosion for a while, but then we realized it wasn't. Don't know what it was. Just a quake, I guess? People were standing on this rickety bridge above a pool of water (in the city center). I wanted to get off as I realized it might collapse.

We were traveling to Barcelona in a big bus, like I did a decade ago with school (twice). We got out to take a break, on an empty road somewhere halfway to our destination. There was a massive raging fire on the horizon. One of our teachers (math teacher Van Achteren) came up behind me and talked about a kind of app for merging pictures on her phone? For photographing the fire, I guess. My notes say our history teacher Peeters was there too, but I don't remember him. Notes also say "chocolate egg NL". Yeah, no clue what that means. In a later scene, I was in a hotel room, presumably in Barcelona. We had to share rooms with other students, just like how it was in real life. I realized I'd forgotten a lot of stuff back home, and I had almost nothing on me (just my wallet). I walked on a balcony outside of the hotel, wrapped in a blanket. The wind was blowing so hard, I could barely stand, let alone walk. I couldn't keep up with the others, who had already left. I was terrified of being left behind.

Something about Doom savegames?

Morning of September 29, 2017. Friday.



My dream self decides to rob a bank. My conscious self is partially extant in having memory of my marriage and family, though I also seem much younger physically and mentally, by several years before I was married.

I go into a bank. I have a revolver, but I never use it. I calmly sit down at a desk where an unfamiliar female is working. I give her a note that tells her to give me all the money. She calmly seems to begin to get some together and does not seem frightened.

At one point, the bank manager, an unfamiliar male, walks into the room from my left. He stands for a short time watching us but does not seem to suspect anything.

Eventually, the female hands me a large envelope. I take it and leave. I decide to become invisible, though I also phase through the wall of the bank in case there is security at the entrance. I fly around for several minutes, still maintaining invisibility. (This of course is non-lucid dream control. My subconscious self does not know I am dreaming, but a subliminal thread of my conscious self does.)

I end up at Marilyn’s house (Marilyn is an older half-sister on my mother’s side), except that I do not recall that she had died and she appears as she did in the 1980s. It is also not her house (as in America) as in real life but a variation of the Barolin Street house in Australia where Zsuzsanna and I and our family last lived. There also seem to be some elements of Evelyn’s house of which I last visited in real life at age five.

I think I see a police car stop in front of the house, though the top of the car soon seems to have some sort of metal part like a luggage rack rather than a police car’s strobe light device. At least five men, all of whom look exactly alike and are wearing some sort of yellowish-brown uniform, come into the house. I decide to hide in the basement via the trapdoor in the bathroom (though the Barolin Street house did not have a basement, this feature based on the Loomis Street house) but I soon change my mind when I see they are just visiting my relatives.

I open the large packet that I was given at the bank. I first seem to see colorful foreign money, but then I realize there is no money in the packet. There are a few documents. There are a few pieces of paper with poetry about family. There are also a number of small transparent packets of herbs which she apparently thought would benefit me. One of the packets apparently contains alfalfa, yet it actually says “alpaca” on the label. I puzzle over this until my dream fades.

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Shopping with brother

I was in a supermarket with my older brother. He was wearing a gray t-shirt and jeans trousers. He was much more slim than I remembered him. We bought some food and a bottle of wine, then we went outside. The shop was surrounded by beautiful primeval forests. He drank the whole bottle of wine, and we entered a car. It was a red sports car, but I can't recall what kind of car it was.

Kidnapping

I was inside a car with my younger sister and a strange couple - a dark haired man with a moustache wearing clothes in shade between green and gray. I can't quite recall the woman, though she had long, dark hair, and she was wearing black clothes. She used a dark red lipstick. We were driving through the city, and then we stopped near a bank. They took masks and entered the building. After a while I heard alarm, the two run out of building and entered the car quickly. We drove forward, to another city. We stopped near a value exchange office. They took their guns and masks. I wanted to take control of car, but he spotted me and I had to stop. I heard shots and saw counter-terrorists running towards the office. I ran inside, and saw the moment when woman was shot dead, and the man was using someone as meatshield. He got shot down, and with counter-terrorists we entered the car. I told them that I can drive on my own, but he told me to take a passenger seat. We were talking about my family, which got killed by that thieving couple. Then we drove through a huge forest. Suddenly I found myself riding a bicycle in front of the car I was previously inside.

27.10.2015

Bank Robbery & Potentially Escaping to New Jersey (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There was a grandiose robbery going on where it seemed more of a series of technical idiosyncrasies that caused it vs. a physical attack. I was an affiliate of someone that was helping me get some gold bars covered in black metal with the monetary value of them. Each one was close to 55k-100k, but I’m not sure about the actual value in terms of $, euro, etc.

Most of the environment is very bland with blue and gray, and the carpet for some areas were a mélange of fainted warm colors dominated by the cool color. I wasn’t able to recall the visage of the individual that was helping me hoard money, but based on how he escaped, he was of Asian descent. He had a short hairstyle, and seemed to be in his 30s.

The more I describe him, the more his visage looks like one with a rough visage. Yes, a slightly spiky hairstyle to him, and a bit of a slanted forehead from the 3/4s angle projected in my mind’s eye.

Anyway, it seems I’m lucid mostly during the end of the operation, and the ending looks like why where everyone is going their separate ways, and moving on to whatever quotidian lifestyle they want to enhance with the wealth that they’ve gathered.

The robbery itself doesn’t seem to be one that causes moments of consternation for most of the dream characters. I was apprehensive on wanting to give some gold for the Asian male that presumably helped me out. I believe I had at least a million dollars in gold, and was willing to give 100k-150k for the male. However, just as I was about to profess to him, he’s already going his own way, which probably implies he has just as much, or more than I do.

I put the gold bar encased with black metal back with the other stack, and now had to devise my own way of getting out. There were two dream characters near me; one to the left, and one to the right. The one to the right seemed like another affiliate because I queried, “Where’s the gun?” and they immediately used the side of their shoe to spin it across the floor to me.
As soon as they did that, they ran away as well, and all that’s left is a random elderly black female wearing a faded purple shirt and some cool colored pants. She’s just casually reading over some documents, and seems to be passive in terms of being aware that there has been an internal bank robbery going on, or she’s feigning her disposition to prevent retaliation from me, and any other individuals.

I was not made privy to the layout of the bank in particular, or maybe I just had a relapse in memory at the time, but the starting point was unfortunately having to utilize her as a shield. However, I didn’t force myself to do this to her, and merely just ducked under the desk she was sitting around. It was a thin black metal desk and chair, and her slightly grandiose weight was a useful way to cover.

Then what happened next completely changed the mood of the dream to where I could take advantage of the moment, and get off scotch-free, I guess. I was in the prone position, and I could barely see the top of someone’s head passing through the small hallway trying to navigate, and potentially shoot anyone that seems suspicious.

That individual looked like one of my managers I used to work, so let’s call him Jess for now (Hispanic one for future reference with black glasses). He seems to notice that someone is near the elderly female, and takes a shot or two, but is only able to make a few fractures to the wall she’s sitting nearby. I immediately declared to him,

“Jess
Jess…it’s me.”

I put my hands up, and his disposition went from earnest to one of enthusiasm. It was the typical long time, no see conversation with a subsequent handshake, and the dream completely influences me to make a complete 180 in my disposition.

Jess started telling me how he shifted his role from retail to more technological aspects, but I’m not able to pick out the exact job position he was talking about. He was wearing a light gray polo shirt and black dress pants, and puts his hands around his hips while his arms are in a sideways V position.

The conversation was short, and I feel that through him, I was able to casually leave the building without anyone feeling suspicious. As I’m walking out, I started to question if this was even a bank robbery at all. I noticed to my right that there’s a female with long curvy black hair that looks like a co-worker of mine. For some odd reason, I feel predisposed towards her as if we’ve been in a relationship with each other in this dream for some reason.

It felt as if those predisposed infatuations and attractions towards her were taking dominion of my preference to just tone my actions down completely. Somehow, the materialistic gain made me more giddy towards her, but I didn’t have the intention to shower her with items. She was wearing a dark navy blue polo shirt that I’m sure she buttoned up with faded blue denim jeans of some sort. I can tell she was wearing her thick black glasses, and I realized how she’s taller than me.

Just as I’m trying to be gregarious with her, as if it’s the only chance I would get, a random Asian Indian male interacts with me. He’s wearing a yellow shirt, light gray pants, and some brown sandals. He looks like he has a clean haircut going on, and looks like someone name Brian from New York that I used to know. He’s asking me if I want to move to New Jersey, and queries how much money I have. I didn’t question why he would suddenly query this after the event that just occurred, and things seemed like a blank canvas in terms of how I could react to this.

For the girl, that I’ll nickname Abbey, she was someone that I wanted to query if she wanted to move in with me to New Jersey. Then, the second dream character that is portrayed looks like my mother that suddenly has the accent of Consuela from Family Guy.

She’s like,

“No….you can’t do that…nooo. Noo.”

She starts to scratch me subtly, which is awkward with the music that was playing when I was thinking of Abbey awhile ago:

I started to move my arm away from her because it was awkward and irritating. My predisposed attractions towards Abbey started to augment, and before I could be gregarious with her, I was quickly thinking on the meaning of having to move to New Jersey when I could stay in Texas instead, and buy a decent house.

I felt that these predispositions would go in vain, and yet, it seemed that I was guided towards her. This mélange of unconscious guidance and emotions made me query why a certain individual in waking life was querying over what my hobbies her, and from a dream interpretation site that I take loosely, utilizing gold in a certain way means I should find a new hobby.

Or in other words, find a hobby that I would be able to synch with Abbey, however, I feel it could just be another co-worker that’s using middlemen to extract things I do for quotidian activities. I wanted to make the decision to move to New Jersey with her, but still was attached to Texas as I like the grandiose feel to it vs. the more compact and economical feel New Jersey had in my previous experiences.

Flustered with figuring out what to do, I figured that the first step was to touch her shoulder instead of trying to calculate everything to declare to her. And just as she’s turning around with a smile on her face, the dream starts getting blurry, and I believe someone wakes me up.

It’s going to be awkward going to work.

I was in abandoned industrial area of some city. I bought an old factory for a really low price. Next I started buying weapons, and recruiting gang members. We were preparing for a big robbery.

In the downtown we were waiting in a truck. This was a sunny afternoon, people were walking on the sidewalk, there was no traffic on the road. Our target were two huge skyscrapers, where stock exchange offices were place among banks. I took a Spas 12 shotgun and loaded it, then took some ammo with me. When we were ready, we ran towards the building, and quickly proceeded to do our job.

We cutted out the power, so alarm won't sound. On the other hand, elevators won't work. This would slow down anyone who could try to get to us, while were going to move towards the rooftop. People were afraid to do anything against us. We quickly took the money and escaped. When we got to rooftop, my associates betrayed me.

I quickly dropped the money and dodged their shoots. I decided to take them from surprise. I jumped from the rooftop. They thought that I'm dead, but I jumped onto the cleaners elevator. I moved up, and attacked them from behind while they were trying to get to the other skyscraper. They striked back, but I dodged every of their shoots, leaving no one.

Instead of going to the other skyscraper or using the cleaners elevator, I ran down the stairs. The police arrived then, but I managed to shoot them out. I ran to the streets, took the truck and escaped.

A few weeks later I was in a hosing projects. I took a telescope, and watched people with different lenses. I went to the local corrupted police officer, to get information, and send some troops to some place.

Morning of September 29, 2014. Monday.



Much of the first part of my dream was bizarrely distorted with only the ending sections being more coherent and memorably detailed. I am sitting on a bench along the wall of a bank, in the corner of the very large room. Perpendicular to my seat is a counter where two young unknown female tellers are working to my right. Apparently, I am there to help in the progress of an upcoming bank robbery. I am contemplating this and have decided that instead, I will help stop the planned robbery.

Eventually, two bizarre older twin male characters come in and I know that they are the ones to begin the robbery. They are only about four feet tall and move in a very odd manner, their bodies being almost like penguins. One of them jumps several feet into the air for some unknown reason. I alert the tellers to the planned robbery and feel that I have changed from being a villain into being a hero, as if it were some sort of important back story to my dream. It feels very precise and realistic even though it does not at all relate to my real life in any way.

After this, I walk out into an area adjacent to the bank’s parking lot, which seems like some sort of composite of an outdoor library and magazine vendor (recurring - possibly an in-dream continuous “rebellion” or in-dream “law” of being told “this ain’t no library, kid” when looking at a magazine from the shelf of a vendor in real life in childhood). The vividness of my dream peaks the most at this point, as well as with more realistic detail and bright colors. There are a lot of interesting magazines and books on display. There is a harmonious awareness and I feel a sense of peace. I notice one magazine spread that is about eye-level on the shelf. It is a two-page photograph (seemingly taken outside or on a veranda) of a male (from about the shoulders up) with long dark hair and a partly indiscernible, yet somewhat stoic expression. He looks much like me (but I do not recognize the image as such in-dream) but perhaps ten or more years older. I perceive it as possibly a composite of Carl Sagan and Isaac Asimov (except the male is not wearing glasses) or one of the two (though the male in the photograph looks Native American for the most part), yet there is also a vague idea that he is a rock star. I look to my right on a shelf perpendicular to the one I am studying and see another copy of the magazine that is displaying the spread (with other copies in the same general area). It is a National Geographic magazine that is closer to A4-sized rather than its smaller digest size. I recognize the design and yellowish colors and vignettes and soon see the wording.

Instead of looking into the magazines more, I find my dream losing a bit of vividness. I notice other people behind me and to my right who are sitting at picnic tables reading other books from the outdoor “library”. I turn right and “walk out of my dream” with seemingly semiconscious intent.

3/30/14 *!! **

1145to bed, ~130son home, 152wake from LD#1, 202 til 219 DJing awake thinking 257-305still+earplugs 425wake from LD#2 550wake from LD#3. Factors for early LD & 3 in one night=awareness raised by my son coming home. The timing of this early awareness would be best replicated with a DEILD alarm. Plus apple juice maybe 6 ounces and lots of milk with cereal before bed=effect?

I remember being lucid just before so it was either DEILD > lose lucidity >regain lucidity...or DEILD attempt ++awareness > DILD > lose lucidity >regain lucidity within same dream for LD#1. In the last part where I regained lucidity I had a terrific experience! I am in my car operating some car elevator that moves a car on or off of a ship. I decide I need to go back and in operating it back down it malfunctions and my car starts falling and falling. The way that I am falling makes me realize that I am dreaming. I begin to fly on my own and I'm above a city with lots of hills, green hills but very built up with so many things going on! I have the feeling that this is a foreign city, a very busy foreign city. There are not usually so many things going on in my lucid dreams. I see the word Hacienda on a sign. I think to look for more words and landmarks and see "lower level" in the stadium section of seats and I hear the crack of a bat hitting a
baseball... It's a baseball stadium! But I flew by it so quick and the stands are set up very unusually as if each section was separate and not immediately congruent to the baseball field. I keep going and I start thinking of looking for something to examine close up. This place is so green and I'm swooping around at quite a speed. Green hills within the city and DCs everywhere I am just amazed at all of the graphics processing of my brain but realize that the resolution is more like a great video game than HD reality. I find this house on a hill top and see a sexy woman. Another woman says a warning to the sexy woman and she runs inside and I try to follow but I stay bigger than the small area I'm trying to enter, it is staying small like it was in my view from up above. It is as if my brain did not correct the size when I swoop down to this house or it is as if this was always a miniature world and I a flying giant. Anyway, I try to approach the
woman but she won't stop running and screaming so I grabbed her gently like a giant grabbing a miniature dollar something looking at her, she is very cute. I start taking off her clothes but my fingers are so big I feel like King Kong with the damsel but more frisky I guess. She does not seem to mind anymore! I carefully pinch my forefinger and my thumb together several times until I can grab a piece of the fabric of her blouse and pull it away. I am very curious and I find that underneath she is wearing a black and white striped bra and I repeat the same steps to remove it. I start fading back to bed trying a quick DEILD but I seem to be at the end of that REM cycle and I can hear my son on the phone so I get up to see what is up. I lay back down and attempt to induce my wife into an LD by telling her that she is dreaming. 127

LD#2 is a WILD attempt where at first I think I'm just getting a dreamlet of a bank scene but as it continues I realize that is a full fledged dream that I'm completely inside of and I am in the bank with a gun, an automatic gun and apparently I am robbing a bank for some reason . It sounds like fun so I continue with the scenario. Some hero from the bank is running around trying to mess me up and I start firing the automatic weapon chasing him around the bank with the bullets and after about 20 plus rounds of bullets the gun jams up. The scene fates into very intricate grid pattern. I have gotten good patterns before I always find it fascinating but this one was more intricate than I remember previous ones being. Like I was in the movie Tron or something. It is also kind of similar to floating through space but instead of stars there are lines everywhere and I just enjoy it until I eventually fade back to bed. 128

LD#3 I can remember the beginning of this dream quite well , the non-lucid part. There is a female cop on the run for something that she didn't do. There is a Native American cop like reservation police who is looking for her and feels that she is innocent and wants to help her. He calls out for her as he is standing several feet from his truck and the truck starts rolling away. It rolls over a fence and is heading towards his partner as he runs after it . It knocks his partner in the head with a glancing blow and he falls to the ground but there are more wheels to follow and one runs over his head, gross! I cover my eyes a little bit and now this whole thing is playing out like a movie. The Native American cop witnesses his partner's head being ran over and vomits a bright green fluorescent colored vomit! I think to myself "I didn't need to see that...that didn't need to be part of the movie!" I seem to wonder about the color of the vomit perhaps
semi-lucidly. I feel myself back in bed and there is a heavy weight on top of me. I recognize this feeling and stay calm. I decide that it is a woman on top of me even though she feels more heavy then the average woman. I make a few thrusts upwards in an intercourse motion and I am able to mentally reorient myself to where I am on top of her and fully in the dream. I am on top of a beautiful sexy woman and we proceed to have sex until I fade back to bed. 129

A couple of key points that I noted in my dream journal were that I was staring at the back of my closed eyelids and as images formed I would look past them like the way you might stare off into the distance. It felt like a key to dealing with HI's and dreamlets. This was used in my WILD attempt.

3/27* I wake up from a non lucid dream where I saved a baby but the baby was partly unconscious but the father was already assuming the worst and heartbroken and I could not get him to look at the eye movement of the baby as proof that she would survive. I am able to convince the mother who comes up running. I have this feeling that I was lucid earlier perhaps in the dream before this one and I think was I flying? No I don't think so. And then I remembered it involved having sex with my wife! I remember this while I was reading the above dream in my bedside dream journal! It all started coming back to me! I realize that it is easier to forget a lucid dream especially earlier in the night when you have regular dreams follow it and your recall is not the best. Heck I forget things from waking life. I won't go into full details but someone had just left the room and my wife's mom or my dad I think was the one who just left the room. I feel like I am
probably dreaming but not as sure as usual for some reason and there's also danger of that person coming back in. I do the nose pinch and I can breathe through but I wonder if I really close my nose and I decide to look at my hand and at first I think it looks normal but then I definitely count six fingers. I proceed to have quite a time with my wife and we do a number of things that we don't commonly do and a lot of interesting things happen that don't quite make sense but very enjoyable. I am leaving out the details for obvious reasons but the sexual experience lasted maybe 4 minutes I would say, so not the longest LD. I fade back to bed. 126

One more note of interest to myself at least...the next night waking up on March 30th I had a dream involving something like 40% of the details of my evening out that very night! I usually find that the connections are a little harder to make between the residue and the dream content.

Three nights ago I had another lucid dream. I typically have one or two a week. This was my second. I was riding in a car with some friends and I was in the back seat. I looked out the rear window and saw this huge semi truck barreling down on us. For some reason it swerved off the road and crashed into a ditch flipping towards us end over end. Right before it crushed us I threw up my hands to stop it thinking "I hope this is a dream so this works". I held the truck in mid air with telekinesis and threw it off to the side of the road. This is the largest object I have tried telekinesis on. I just started researching different things to do while lucid dreaming last week. I already know how to fly and that was about as far as i had taken things until i looked up some dudes youtube video with different ideas. I tried telekinesis the next lucid dream i had and was successful in moving small objects, but this was a huge step forward from that for me. Anyway, I realized that since I could toss the truck then I must be dreaming and became truly lucid. I flew out of the car and to some major city... maybe New York? As I was flying I became curious to find out if i could use my telekinesis while i was flying. I was successful and started tossing cars off of the overpasses into the water below. I then decided to try something else that was "wrong" because I was dreaming. So I decide to try to rob a bank by opening the safe with my mind. I went to a bank and was all the way to the vault when I had the sudden urge to ask this dream character if he was my "spirit guide". I don't know if i really believe in that stuff but I figure it's worth a try anyway and have tried to find mine on several different occasions. I asked him three times as i read i am supposed to and he answered yes, but got this really evil grin on his face. His eyes turned yellow and he became demonic. Also an identical clone of him also with yellow eyes came out of a back room and they approached me. The original one said "You have potential to do great evil" or something similar to that. I freaked out and used telekinesis to smash them together and knock them out. That is the last thing I can remember. Post any comments or remarks especially if you have had any similar experiences with these "demonic" dream characters.

I woke up enough to hit the snooze button, then fell back to sleep while thinking of being bulletproof. I went right into a dream where I was imagining my clothes were bulletproof. Temporarily I went into a 3rd person view and it was like a test scenario where 3 bullets hitting my shirt could not penetrate it. It seemed like my clothes would be effective if I happend to get shot by someone. As I enter first person view, I notice that the dream scenery is a bank setting. The natural instinct is to rob the place of course, why else would I be here? There are several tellers behind their bullet proof glass. I head to the nearest one. He asks "can I help you?" I say "shut up and give me all the money. And don't hit the button." The idiots eyes go wide and he is just standing there just pressing the button, I could tell. He thinks he is safe behind there. Jumping up, I kick the pane of bullet proof glass out of its moorings. It flies over his head and hits the wall behind him. It missed him, so I ended up choking him while telling the next teller who was a woman to not be stupid and just get the money out. She just stands there, while pressing the alarm. Just keep pressing the alarm, it doesn't really matter, I'm thinking. I'd have a few minutes to get ready for any cops who showed up to shoot at me. At this point I'm unarmed, but I start out by imagining I'm wearing a tool belt. Reaching down I grab a hammer from the right side of the belt, and take out the other 2 tellers with it.

As I was heading into the back room where the vault was, mummys start appearing. Thinking nothing of it, I start killing them with my hammer. There was about 10 dead mummys before I awoke. There seemed to be an unending supply of them, for as I killed one, another would come through the door.

There was man in a cave. For some reason it started turning into a monster type figure, though he
wasn't evil.

He slowly started walking out of the cave. In the middle of the cave was a kind of cave doorway
without a door. As the creature approached the cave doorway, sideways stalagtites grew like
cave teeth to block its passage.

Trapped in the cave now, the creature turned around to go back in the cave. With his back to the
toothy, sideways stalagtite protrusions, the creature grew wings on the outside of the new cave growth
while he was on the inside. He was now trapped exactly in place.

I thought there might be some way to free him just by busting up the rock.

This was about the strangest dream I've ever had.


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Someone had robbed a bank. I ended up with the get-away car with two bags of money in the back.
An old ex friend stopped a truck in front of me so I couldn't get away. He knew I had robbed the bank.

He pointed a strange gun at me and told me not to move. My windshield fogged up and I thought about
my situation. I decided I would rather die than go to jail. As the fog cleared, I told the guy my decision.
I backed the car just waiting to be shot, but he never did.

I drove away and drove into a warehouse. Dream skip ~ The dock door was shut behind me.
I saw a trailer from an 18 wheeler outside. It couldn't fit in the warehouse. This is residue from my last job driving a truck. I didn't remember driving the trailer, and wondered if it was full of money.

All of a sudden, it was like a bedroom, but I was still in the warehouse. Someone had set up there bedroom in the warehouse as if they were going to live in it. Then they came around and I was hiding.

Dream skip ~ I am knocking on a door and opening it to see if it is OK to come in. It is my grandparents house. They are very old. I shouldn't have been bothering them. They are gone in real life and I think my subconscious was incorporating that into my feelings.

They were so old that they couldn't enjoy grand-kids. The end of like was a great burden and they couldn't
enjoy other things.

State Street 1

I have dreamed this before.

I was with Joe. We were in a small city. We wanted to buy something from one of the shops, but we needed ID. They wouldn't except our driver's licenses, they wanted our permits. I hadn't seen my permit in years...I wouldn't know where to find it.

We began looking around the city. There were old train tracks embedded in the city roads. We followed the train tracks as if they were our guide. The road ended. In front of us was a giant skyscraper and to the left of us was a demolition site. The demolition didn't have much recognizable debris left, it consisted mostly of grainy, blank sand looking stuff.

We were barefooted, but we kept walking and went through the demolition site. We passed workers while trying to dodge the random shards of glass. The demolition site/alley way led us to our old school.

Joe went to his old locker and entered a combination. When he opened it, boxes and paper flew every where from his locker. On the boxes and papers were written specific addresses and telephone numbers. Something was written on a napkin. It said:

"You can't stop it now. The Bellcore is here."

We found my permit in the mess of papers and decided to leave before anyone caught us here. As we walked out of the school, I noticed a few FBI agents. They were trying to secretly take pictures of us. We rushed down back down the demolition alley way, and tried to walk on a ledge to prevent our feet from getting severed from the glass. We had a new partner with us now. He was much older than us.

We reached State Street and turned the corner to a pair of FBI agents. They instantly shot our partner several times. He was bleeding from the mouth and stomach, dead.

No Protection for the Broken Hearted

I was on some weird island, and I was robbing a bank with my group. The bank was a small brick building with tiny windows. I was just assigned to shoot anyone who got in our way.

Of course, all of the sirens went off and the police showed up. I began shooting them, but I didn't anticipate that there would be people inside the bank with guns as well. They shot at me through the windows, and I could literally feel their bullets missing by millimeters.

The citizens were ganging up on me, so I abandoned my post to seek shelter somewhere safer. I ran with blood stains down my shirt. In the height of the moment I had not felt their bullets pierce my skin. I kept running. Everyone was evacuating their buildings. I thought how silly that was, that just almost guaranteed their deaths.

I ran to a school, the children were also evacuating. In the first large room I saw one of my teachers staring into a fuzzed out TV mindlessly.

I walked into the room on the left. The room was gray and there was a single child laying on the floor. I assumed that this child was mine.

"Get off the floor." I said. The child didn't move.

"There's no protection for the broken hearted." I don't know why I said that, but then again I also don't know why I robbed a bank. I was a man in this entire dream.

Washed Up

I was at the ocean. It was beautiful. There were many people in the ocean, but it was strange because most of them were wearing their clothes. I waded in the ocean and felt the strong waves hit my legs. I went deeper, and the waves got stronger.

I was maybe in to my neck and was trying to ride the waves to breathe. A strong wave came over and pushed me to the bottom of the ocean. I tried to swim upwards to take a breath but another wave hit again. This pattern continued for awhile, until I passed out from lack of oxygen.

I woke up with my face in the sand, Inception style. I had washed up in some unknown part of the beach where there wasn't anyone else.