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I accidently made this the 77th SD attempt

I was at the beach with a group of people. We were all kind of standing around, then someone decided we all go to the pier. After we were on the pier, a giant Navi erupted from under the pier and we all began to fight and attack the Navi. (My dream recall hasn't been at its best, i'm always to lazy to actually write in my dream journal when I wake up)

I was at the beach with a group of people. We were all kind of standing around, then someone decided we all go to the pier. After we were on the pier, a giant Navi erupted from under the pier and we all began to fight and attack the Navi. (My dream recall hasn't been at its best, i'm always to lazy to actually write in my dream journal when I wake up)

Recalled a good amount of this one compared to my other dreams. Remembered 3 different dreams last night.
I was in a park for some reason or another, as I had to explore it and look for anything strange. The park was big, and it was nighttime, so it was honestly sort of creepy.
I ended up finding this girl, no older than 15, who told me her name was Melissa. Right after I met her, it started snowing like crazy and Melissa started to literally freeze. I panicked and tried to warm her up, but it didn't work, and she ended up freezing to death. I had a bad feeling someone did this to her.
I went back to some house afterwards only to be greeted by dozens of monsters from the game Killer7. I pulled out a gun and started shooting them, making my way through the random house, thinking that these things killed Melissa.

I was at a weird, condo looking place. My cousins and aunt and uncle were in this one too. They said they came to go swimming at the beach. I was going to swim after my little cousin Kaci suggested, but I realized I didn't have any trunks. However, I looked down and saw I DID have trunks on. And it had these weird sticks of gum in the pockets. I pulled them out and showed them to Kaci, asking what they were.

This next one's a fragment.
My dad and I went to some canyon with a huge water slide on it. These odd, cavemen-esque people were with us, urging us to jump down the waterslide. I jumped down and wooped, excited by the speed at which I went.

Happy I could remember 3 different dreams, even if one was a fragment. (:

I was walking along the beach with my family, we were there on vacation or something. My cousin pulled up in his truck, on the sand, bringing us something. They looked like neon shirts. He showed them to us. Sam and my little brother ended up going with him in his truck to go get something, leaving me there with my mom's car. As my cousin was pulling it, it caused a chain reaction and made my mom's car spin. Apparently it was on neutral. I jumped into the car, and as soon as I did, I started rolling down a small hill toward a seaside warehouse. I frantically searched for the break, I never can in my dreams. I guess this could be a dream sign. I ended up pressing the gas and some other pedal. I sort of rammed into the warehouse, knocking the "Open" sign off of the wall. (I don't know why a warehouse would have an open sign) I got out of the car and looked around. No one was in sight. I looked at the damage. The car was a bit smushed in the front, and there was a large crack in the warehouse wall. I ran, trying to find my mother. I ended up running into the warehouse. I around the corner and found a dead end. There were boxes everywhere. It crossed my mind that I could just hop on top of them to get over the wall, but I didn't. I turned around and suddenly stopped in my tracks. I thought, "Wait, wasn't I just doing my WILD technique in my bed? I must have just fallen asleep." I plugged my nose, and I could breathe.

Now lucid, I walked a little ways until I found the exit to the warehouse. All of a sudden, I girl appeared in front of me. She was a little bit older than me. A large "A" was written on her collar around her neck. She was dressed in a large black overcoat, in a suit of some sort. A kind of crossbow hung over her back. Her brown hair was pulled back into a small ponytail.

"I have come to protect you." she said.
I was shocked. Could this be my dream guide?
"Wait. . . who are you?" I asked.
"I will explain that later. In the meantime, come with me."
I'm not sure where I went, but I followed her down through the warehouse somewhere. Eventually, we came to a large room. I suspected this to be her private room or headquarters.

As I walked into the room behind the strange woman, I saw some more peculiar faces. I saw an attractive young man with the same outfit as the girl, with his short, light brownish blondish hair also pulled back into a ponytail. He was about the same age as the woman.

Beside him, was another... thing. He was a creature of some kind, he wore the same outfit as everyone else, only. . . his hood covered the rest of his face, and the only thing that showed was his exceedingly large mouth, and his teeth showed all the time. He looked a bit creepy.

"We are here to protect you." the woman said.
I turned towards her. "So wait. . . what is your name?"
She said her name, but it was a large, unheard of name and I can't remember it.
She motioned to the man at her side, and told me what his name was. I can't remember that either.
I looked around I noticed that I was standing in front of a car. It looked like my mom's car that I crashed, only.. shinier.

"Well that's all for the invitations, then." the woman said. (I'll call them my 'Protectors' from now on)
"Someone is after you." The man said. "They want you killed."
Who on earth would want me killed in my own dream?
The woman told me that the "Creature" wouldn't be joining us. He was to go off and protect someone else.

I opened my eyes in my room. The walls were and odd shade of red, and instead of a regular bed, there was a bunk bed in the middle of the floor. Where was I just? I RCed. Oh yeah. With my Protectors. But how did I get here?
Interrupting my thoughts was a creepy laugh. I looked around the room frantically, searching for the source. I looked on my bed. My bear was there, but it was a bit moved. Hmm.

The woman Protector walked into my room. "Let's get going." she said.
"Where?"
"Well, to the mall, I guess. If that's where you want to go. We'll meet your other protector there, too."
I looked at her. She was dressed in normal clothes like a normal girl; no crossbow could be seen.

I walked out of the room fully dressed. I was a bit taller than usual I noticed. As I was walking to the door of the garage with my woman protector behind me, I suddenly wanted to drive a baby blue corvette. I thought about it, and when I walked outside. Sitting there was a weird looking car. It wasn't old, but it wasn't new, either. It was my favorite color of blue, with other mixtures. It was oddly shaped, though. The doors were already open, and they revealed shiny new seats and a couple of bags. I opened a bag that was in the front seat. I've always wanted to do that in a dream! Inside, I found a tennis racket, and some other things, I didn't look anymore, because my protector was hurrying me.

I got into the car on the drivers side, because she let me drive for some reason.

We got to the mall, and met the guy protector at the movies inside the mall. By this time, he was fully dressed in his black attire, and so was my woman protector. As we waited in line for tickets, I looked at both of them. They were both on either sides of me, standing stock still, looking around, getting prepared.
"You know..." I said. "You two would make a great couple."
The woman blushed and looked away.
The man smiled. "I don't know about that. . ."

We got our tickets and headed into the theater. We sat in the corner. The woman sat on the right side of me, the man on the left. I felt weird, like I didn't belong with these people.
This was a lucid dream, why wasn't I out doing things, like my 3 step tasks?

Suddenly, I heard a noise. It was a creepy laughing sound. The sound I heard from earlier! The two protectors tensed up, holding onto their weapons. I could see him now. The possessed bear, standing a row in front of me on top of a chair. It was smiling at me. All of a sudden, it jumped upwards in a black blur, and disappeared. I looked at the two protectors. They were looking up. The woman was on the left side of me now, with her crossbow in the air, aiming to fire.
"Hold on." She said.
Just then, the black blur appeared again and came straight towards me at the speed of light.
I heard a sharp sound, I'm not sure what it was, but the arrow made contact with the demon - thing. The bear flew all the way to the left, hitting the wall, and broke open. I swear I saw some black stuff rise out of it.
I plugged my nose again. I was still dreaming. This wasn't fair. I could do anything.

"Are you alright?" The woman asked me.
"Yes, thank you." I said. "What was that?"
"That, my friend, was a possessed doll puppet." I heard the man say.
Suddenly, the dream just ended, or sped forward.

I wasn't lucid anymore, although it was pretty vivid. I was driving my sister's Mustang. It was on a very narrow road. On the side was a creek filled with water. This looked familiar. It was part of the driveway to my dad's house, only it was a lot wider and certainly less stressful. I inched my way in the car for a couple of seconds, then just figured out, that it's not worth it. I backed up slowly, and nearly fell into the creek twice. Then I woke up.

Woke up for my lecture this morning, wrote down my dream, fell asleep, woke up again with another dream in mind, realised I had missed most of my lecture, got some more sleep and finally woke up with a third dream - which is a great result compared to my usual 1 per night. My second and third were particularly memorable, so I'm glad I gave myself a lie in
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12/2/12
I'm home from my lifeguarding job [which I was fired from a long time ago] and my house is busy with dozens of random people. I look for my boss's wife to give her something [curry, I think it was]. Later, as I play with my dog, Reggie, he nibbles along my arm, leaving some sort of yellow dye [which I, for some reason, dismiss as normal] . I go to the living room of my house, where my dad and sister watch a rugby match, which a strange man proceeds to parachute onto.
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I'm on a beach in a film, and some guys nearby are annoyingly throwing sand. As I approach them, and the hole they're standing in, they leave. In the hole is a folder full of papers, which I throw away. However, a phone nearby rings and tells me to retrieve the folder, as well as to destroy the hole. Without question I do what I'm told, yet the tide begins to come in fast.

Soon the water is neck-height, and I search around for the folders (of which there are now two) with the help of my mum and sister. As we struggle against the waves we lose a lot of pages, before finally reaching the back wall of the beach. It's then that I realise all of my stuff is underwater, much to my frustration.
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At uni, me and several friends run for a bus to take us to a gig. Once on, everyone takes ages sorting out payment for the bus, making the driver wait, due to high levels of intoxication. Chemical Fires by Tides of Man comes on the bus's speakers [which would be great in real life] and I began to sing along. Very loudly.
http://youtu.be/JEW5gMqhid0
Everyone seems to enjoy watching me drunkenly sing, and sometimes shout, to the rest of the public on the bus. As the chorus is in a 3/4 time signature, a girl begins to waltz with me. At the end of the song I scream the final words and, suddenly worried I'll be kicked off the bus, return to my seat.

Two friends (one from uni, one from school) provide the follow up act: one beatboxes a strange mixture of banjos and club house, while the other dances frantically (and almost dangerously). This act of extreme inebriation is enjoyed immensely by everyone on the bus, until the two performers collapse on top of each other and throw up everywhere

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out on a beach that was packed with people. A lot of people seemed to be out with small contraptions, almost like the rods that would hold up huge umbrellas, but with no umbrellas, and with bases that lay in the sand.

I stood by a little, blonde girl. She was really tiny, but she spoke really well. She wore a leopard print bathing suit and sunglasses. I had asked her her name -- or maybe I'd asked her my name. She responded by telling me I was silly or stupid.

The girl then told me that I'd spoken so much about going into the water. So why was I now just staying out on the beach. I figured the little girl was right. I should go into the water, at least to impress the girl.

But I looked at the water. It was just as packed as the beach was. And it was dirty as hell. It looked like old, used washing machine water. And posts seemed to be sticking up out of it, too.

Dream #2

I was laying on a bed, probably in the living room of a nice apartment or condo in a tall, new building. My mom sat either on the edge of my bed or on a bed that was adjacent to my bed. We were watching some movie. The movie struck me as being a little brutal or gross.

I was either making two sandwiches, or else I had two sandwiches lying before me as I lay on the bed. Each sandwich had its own plate. Both sandwiches were on heroes.

The sandwich nearest me had ham and cheddar cheese. I remembered that I liked the taste of ham with some other meat. So I told my mom I could make our sandwiches with that other meat as well.

But my mom said no, that didn't matter. She seemed to be hungry and annoyed, and she didn't want to worry about complicating things. I felt bad for complicating things. So I decided to leave the sandwich alone.

But I personally wanted the taste of both meats on my sandwich. Then I remembered that the second sandwich had both meats on it. So even if my mom was annoyed by my two-meat idea, I could secretly eat and enjoy a two-meat sandwich.

Dream #3

I was at a dinner table with an older woman, probably my mom. We were in a really nice restaurant that was mostly empty. The table was round, a meter in diameter, with a white tablecloth.

Three older women sat down at a table that was right next to ours, even touching ours. The three women all looked rich. They were all dressed in black.

My mom had a conversation with the women. It sounded pretty intelligent. But I can't remember what it was about. One woman, the one closest to me, was staying rather quiet. I looked at her. She looked really distressed.

I recognized her as Dianne Wiest. But she looked a bit skinnier and older. I wanted to tell her how much I enjoyed her performances in her movies. But I didn't say anything.

Later I was riding in the backseat of a car. My mom was driving, and another woman was up in the front seat with her. My mom said, "Rachel ----- wasn't as talkative as she usually is."

I thought, Rachel -----? I knew my mom was talking about the woman I'd looked at. But I guess I'd gotten the name of the woman wrong.

My mom continued. "Oh, well. Usually she's more open when she's around kids. It brings out more of a feeling of hope in her."

I thought to myself, Well, I'm pretty youthful and exuberant. I can bring out hope in people, too. I should have been a little more outgoing with Rachel.

Dream #4

I walked into a restaurant. It was as enormous as the main area of Grand Central station in NYC. Toward the back, the seating area tiered up. The carpet, and maybe the walls, were green. The tables all had white tablecloths on them. The place was empty.

I walked back to the back tier. I sat down and was now seated with a rich-looking, older-looking man and woman. We ate and spoke cheerfully about something. I was having a good time. But I was trying to play down the fact that I wasn't rich, so that my financial condition wouldn't make the couple dislike me.

I then realized that this was a brand new restaurant that had opened up in a big, abandoned building. I thought of some friends who I always go out to dinner with. I thought they'd be really impressed when I told them I'd come to a restaurant that had just opened.

I was at the beach building a snowman. When I was finished all of the snow around it disappeared revealing the sand beneath. The snowman was at least three times my height. Its head was on crooked, so I climbed up and tried to turn it. It only budged a little bit. The snowman already had eyes and a nose. I went to get arms for the snowman farther down the beach. They were huge and made of plastic, and tough to carry, but even though they were heavy I was able to carry both. When I got back there was a group of kids surrounding the snowman. They had attatched ropes to it so that it didn't fall over, kind of like when you pitch a tent. I lifted up the arms and slid them into place, then began putting a rope stake into the sand. The sand was wet so the stake (a red pair of pliers) didn't stay in the ground. As I was doing this the group of kids talked about their sister who was starring in a play. One of them said that their mother didn't want her to be in the play, but I said that was stupid. One of them agreed with me but another one didn't.

Pretty much a lucid fail. I walked through a door and it led to a beach covered with pedastals. On each pedastal was a plate of fish and some french fries... But each plate of food was cooked in a different way. I was wondering why on earth I was dreaming of that when my friend Gabi came in and told me I needed to wake up. I did.

I'm at my house wating for my dad to come home from picking mum up from work. All these people begin to pull up in cars and vans. I anxiously walk up to the door and shout "there's no party" assuming that's why they're here. I doubt I'll have any impact on such a large crowd like this anyway, they're mostly teenagers in high school. Eventually, after I'm pushed out of the way and people being invading my house and walking around in the yard this girl walks up to me. She begins yelling furiously at me, I stand there without a word, until she finishes and storms off. I ask a guy behind me what that was all about "It's because you hurt Tyson.." he says mysteriously. I watch as she drives off in her car and most of the people leave as well. (I guess they were there to see a fight or something?) However there are still a few straglers, and I'm determined to get them out before Dad gets home and I'm in major trouble. Unfortunately, my attempts at getting them to leave are unsuccesful, and dad pulls into the drive way. I walk up slowly, ready to face the music. "What's all this?!" Dad asks, looking around in disbelief at the unknown people in our house and the rubish strewn across the yard. "Well, even though it's a dream..." I begin. Even though it's a dream! The words hit me like a tonne of bricks and I become lucid! I walk over to the vacant field next to me, no longer feeling the need to explain the situation to dad. I look back at the house, and see there is no one in sight. (Typical, just when I WANT the people, they're gone) I want to do the basic task of the month, so I will everyone to come back with my mind. There's about ten people across from me, so I take what I can get, and imagine there's a lit firework in my hand. I throw it as high as I can, and watch as it bursts into red sparks across the daylight sky. The sparks turn into more sparks, and then everything burnt out, I was expecting something better, but now that I've completed the task, I think of something I actually want to do. I remember wanting to turn invisible, so I bring my hands near my shoulders, and throw them down quickly. I turn transperent, and know that I am invisible to others. There's no one to try this on anyway though (which was a letdown.) I look over towards my neighbours house where I remember how I've always wanted to go on their balcony in a dream, because of the amazing views. (I know it's a bit weird, considering how I can do this in real life, but I just do for some reason.) I fly towards the house and look around at the amazing trees and water of the shore. I decide to fly to the beach from here, I fly fast, but still take in all the views as I travel. I check my stabality, and decide to fly onto the water, and walk on it. I remind myself to DEILD if I wake up, but as I crash into the water and wake up, I decide to write it all down because it would suck if I forgot it. This was a dream I had when I was on holidays in sydney.

Mermaid

I was at a beach. It was at a vacation resort or something. There was some chic in the water who's bathing suit turned into a mermaid costume. For some reason, half of the top was exposing the bottom of her breast as though it were a bikini top. ?

I didn't get a good look, but others there supposedly had their bikini's coming up also, so I tried to catch a peak with them. I didn't have much luck.

I looked back at the mermaid and thought it a strange bathing suit.

Dream Skip

I'm inside the resort finishing a bowl of soup. I go to get some desert, but first have to put my bowl in the soup kitchen. As I go to that kitchen, the door closes to get in. I'm thinking the door to the desert kitchen is also closed now. That sucked because I was hungry.

The End

I was on a beach by an amusement park, when I realized I was dreaming. I see a roller coaster in the distance and decide to check it out. I walked in that direction and came across my dad and brothers in the ocean. I hopped into the water with them. The current was really strong, and it was really hard to stay by the edge of the water. I got pulled out very far, and started to panic. My lucidity wavered here. I called pit to my dad, but he didn't move. My brother dived in and saved me, though. Thanks a lot, dad. I do another reality check to confirm my lucidity, and go towards the rides.
I didn't find a roller coaster, instead I came to a water slide. I went to fly to the top, but there was a stand selling tickets, so I wound up picking up a dollar off the floor and buying some. I got to the top of the slide and there was a very small room called "Emo Germany." There was an attendant at the top who spoke in a very VERY monotone voice. It was kind of creepy. The slide was really narrow, so I said "widen" while pulling at the edges and it became bigger. I slid down, and it really wasn't anything special. I expected way more.*

At the bottom I saw someone I knew from school. I gave him the other ticket (I'm sure I lost lucidity here). I went over to a counter that had a bunch of prizes. All of them were a ridiculous amount of tickets. They weren't even good prizes, just plastic dinosaurs and a "magic explained" kit.*

I walked back to the slide, and without paying attention, stood in front. Jona came out and there was another boy around his age directly behind him. Then another boy (his brother?) came shooting out of the slide and collided with me. I felt some kind of pain, but I don't really remember it all to well. The kid's mom was pissed, and so was my brother (who came out of no where).*

I remember something after this, about baseball. I was behind home plate, like a catcher, and there was a red and white box in front of me. The pitcher threw the ball and although the batter hit it, something else got left behind and landed in the box. I pulled it out and it was a cast or brace of some kind.*

This was almost a waste of a lucid. Last night I decided I wanted to visit the dream world academy, but I couldn't remember to in my dream. I kinda just walked around and explored.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a big, empty room. The room had a grey, concrete floor. There was natural light coming in through a window somewhere.

A brown blanket lay in the center of the room, on the floor. The blanket was made up of small squares. For some reason, I was now cutting the lower squares off the blanket. But I was leaving a couple of the central squares in one of the lower rows attached to the upper rows. So now the blanket looked like a square with a bit of a lip at the bottom.

As this was going on, a movie was playing against the back wall. It was black and white. The film was old and scratchy. There were also four or five straight lines that ran vertically, up through the center of the frame.

The movie looked like an Abbott and Costello movie. But Costello was a kind of serious character, and the other guy was a young, kind of bright, but shy guy.

The Costello character was telling the man something like, "I don't think your idea for using the edges of the film-frame and putting sound on them is such a great idea. I don't think people will like it. It's too bothersome."

I now realized that the lines running up the center of the frame were the soundtrack lines that Costello was referring too. I thought that they were bothersome -- if they had to be right in the center of the frame like that!

But then I realized that those were the lines for this film. The film the man had made had the lines on the outside of the frame, where they weren't visible.

I understood that Costello's criticism of the man's use of a soundtrack in his films wasn't valid. But I somehow knew that Costello knew this as well. In fact, I knew, Costello even thought the use of soundtracks in film was a good idea.

But Costello didn't want to let the young man know he thought it was a good idea. He didn't want to support the young man's development. Costello felt that the young man was smart enough as it was, and that the young man would be so successful eventually, that he shouldn't have to support him in his efforts.

I thought that this was a terrible sentiment on Costello's part, and that the young man was probably in dire need of help.

Dream #2

I lay in bed, on my back, in an otherwise almost empty room. It was almost completely dark in the room. The bed was set next to a wall, which was to my right. The bed itself was rather narrow.

I looked out to my left, across the room. On the wall at the head of my bed was a window. It was pretty heavily curtained, but it let in, at the far end, a tiny corner of orange streetlamp light.

I noticed, in the corner of the room that was dimly lit by the streetlamp light, three statues. The statues were all Egyptian busts. They were all set on square pedestals, but they were arranged in a really haphazard way.

I knew somehow -- maybe from some narration in my head? -- that the busts were all supposed to be of the boy Pharaoh Tutankhamen. But all the busts were wearing the ubiquitous headdress of Nefertiti. And one of the busts, the lowest one, facing me most directly, was of a really chubby boy or man!

Dream #3

I was out on a beach. It was a nice, sunny day. There were a decent amount of people out on the beach, but not too many.

For some reason, I suddenly felt like I had to leave. I turned to my right and began heading away.

But as I left the beach, people began giving me troubles. I'm not sure what these troubles were now. But I think people just constantly kept getting in my way, even though there weren't a whole lot of people on the beach.

I may finally have thought I'd counter the problem by flying. I may have started flying a couple meters above the ground.

Now I was moving through an area of the beach with orange sand. Two enormous, black guys now came charging down the beach. It looked like they were just trying to start trouble. They had huge, long dredds and black, Oakley-style sunglasses, with silver rims on the tops.

I may possibly have stopped flying. I may possibly have thought if these guys saw me flying, they'd just pull me down and pummel me. But once these guys passed me, I knew that I had to get out of here once and for all. Soon there wouldn't be anything here but trouble.

I may possibly have gotten onto a bike like the bike I rode in junior high school. Or I may still just have been walking.

I ended up on a concrete path in a park. I took this park to be a park from my high school years IWL. It was kind of like a trail on a small greenbelt running through a suburban residential area. It seemed like the path descended from here and went under a bridge.

Either on foot or on bike, I descended under the bridge. Once I got beyond the bridge, I was in a much more forest-like, tree covered area. The path may now have been dirt, rather than concrete. There was a river on my right side. Trees also seemed to be growing up out of the river.

I suddenly noticed a gigantic bullfrog sitting on the stump of one of the river trees. The bullfrog must have been 60cm tall! It looked pretty intelligent, too. It seemed to register my presence and be a bit worried about whether I wanted to hurt it.

I acted calm and walked forward, trying not to regard the frog at all, so it would feel less worried. But now, up the way only twenty or thirty more meters, I saw another one of these huge frogs!

I decided to get off this trail. I think I was afraid of the frogs. But I also think that I thought that if I kept having to act like I didn't see or care about every frog that worried as I passed it, I'd get bored as hell pretty quick.

But also -- the trail itself may also simply have just ended: being cut off by the merging of a small creek on my left with the river on my right.

I saw that if I jumped across the small creek on my left, I could land on the opposite bank. The bank was steep, but short, dry, and grassy. I could easily climb up it and out of this park altogether.

But as I turned left to face the opposite bank, I noticed another huge frog! This one was also kind of worried about me. I was now in between two huge frogs that were all shifty and nervous. And I was afraid that if I jumped, my motions would be so fast and scary to them that they'd have heart attacks!

I wondered how I could jump without scaring the frogs. The only thing I could think to do was close my eyes and jump. This way, the frogs would see that I wasn't looking at anything at all, and so I couldn't be jumping because I was trying to attack them.

I closed my eyes. But I couldn't remember what the bank looked like. I didn't want to hit something bad. I tried to open my eyes again to get a good memory of the bank. But when I opened them, they were all groggy and grainy. It was really hard for me to focus on anything.

Finally, the frog off to my right said, in something like a female voice, "There's actually a good patch right up around here."

I looked up to the frog. I went to where the frog directed me. I jumped across the little creek and landed on the bank. I started climbing up the bank.

All this time, the frog was still talking to me, in that kind of female voice. She was kind of friendly, like a really smart scientist, or a librarian. But I had the idea that the frogs really weren't comfortable with my presence here.

At the top of the bank, I turned around to look back down at the river. The river wasn't there anymore. I was just facing a red brick building, which seemed to be set a meter or so down into a sandy trench. I was out on a road, it seemed, on the outskirts of a very small town in the desert.

But this didn't even register with me. Down at the base of the building I saw a rectangular slat of an opening in the wall. Two sets of female eyes looked back out at me. I knew these two women were the frogs I had just jumped past on the river.

I felt bad for not having spoken to them. So I did want to say something to them. But I also felt a little shy, like somehow these frogs were of a higher station than I was, and would thus be put off by my acting too familiar with them. So I wanted to keep whatever I said short.

I said, "Yeah, I'm sure I'll come back here. So if I do, I'll talk to you guys again. I used to ride my bike up through this park all the time when I was a kid."

I spent this entire dream trying to get to the beach. D and d were there and d was saying something slick about me. I was overly mad and just fed up with it. I walked off and continued down this black and orange room. I was at the top floor and someone was following me down a spiral metal staircase. To get to the bottom more efficiently I jumped down the whole thing.

There was a few rows of tables and chairs set up like a cafe that I had to walk around in order to go outside and I was jumping from chair to chair. The girl behind me did want me doing that bit I kept on. When I was about ten feet away from the exit the room began to flood with people who I recognized as seniors from my highschool days. Everyone was scrambling for chairs and I just wanted out. The people who got to the booths first would hold out their arms and block off everything for their friends who were coming later. I had no time for this and it was getting dark. I was about five feet from the door and someone grabbed me by my shirt and held on till the dream ended. I never made it to the beach because some stupid dc thought I was trying to get a table at a place I didn't care for.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out on a road at the bottom of a steep slope in a neighborhood probably near the neighborhood I lived in during high school.

I stood just outside my mom's car. My mom was about to drive away. But before she did, she was telling me where I could find the nearest Dunkin' Donuts. My mom said the Dunkin' Donuts was up the slope, then one and a half blocks past a park I knew was up the way. The park was mostly taken up by a big lake, around which I used to run in high school.

I was a little disappointed to hear that the Dunkin' Donuts was so far away. I thought I could never make it on time (not sure what I needed to be on time for -- maybe the breakfast menu -- which wouldn't really make sense, either). But, now that I'd decided to go to Dunkin' Donuts, I couldn't stop here.

My mom drove away. I apparently started walking. But now I was already up the slope, and through and past the lake park. I was still worried that I wouldn't make it on time.

I got to some restaurant, which was either Dunkin' Donuts or some restaurant a few stores down the block from Dunkin' Donuts. I sat at an outdoor table with a Latino family: a father, a mother, a couple little kids, and maybe a couple more adult guys.

My mom showed up among this group of people. She told me that I didn't have to worry about Dunkin' Donuts. She gave me a reason for this. But I don't remember it.

My mom pointed the store out to me. I looked up the road and saw the store. The Dunkin' Donuts road sign had a lot of brown on it. The sign was more like a big brown sign, checkered, almost, with little, white squares that had the orange and pink "DD" logo in them.

Dream #2

I stood out on a beach, looking out over the water. The beach itself was very beautiful, but not natural looking at all, as far as I know.

The water was nephrite green, but it seemed to gleam like glass. The horizon was like white gold, and the cloudy sky overhead was like smoky amber. And, it seemed, there was an extremely long bridge, made of black iron, stretching thinly across the water, all the way across my view of the horizon!

At first I was near some Latino family: probably a mother, a father, a daugher, and possibly a son. I was either watching government testing of some kind of nuclear devices, or else I was remembering the testing of these devices, which had taken place on this beach within the past few decades.

I saw one explosion, the light of which I don't remember at all, but which must have been like an exploding ball of light a hundred meters or so above the ocean.

I then walked down the beach to my left maybe twenty meters or so. I saw something fall from the sky into the water -- although, again -- I didn't really see the object. It was like the object was invisible. But I saw its effects on the water as it splashed in: like a row of pebbles and rocks, splashing into the water one by one, in quick succession.

Now the points of water which had been dotted by the splashes surged upward in small fountains. There may have been the small sound of an explosion. The fountains then subsided.

I knew that another nuclear device had been detonated deep under the water. I knew that this device would kill all the fish in the water. I was preparing for the next big wave from the ocean to wash a bunch of dead to the shore.

I may possibly have thought that the device may actually have been made in order to kill the fish. Killing the fish was a form of sabotage against the economy of the nation that fished here.

I now stood back a ways from the water. I stood near a Latino family again. The mother and father were both young and attractive. They were both kind of pale skinned.

The father was muscular, very manly. I was afraid that I'd do something with my own usual personality and offend the father's masculine sensibilities. So I just tried to remain calm and do nothing.

At some point I looked behind me. There was a basalt-like rock behind us. The rock was maybe two meters tall at most. It made a good back-rest. (It was soft and smooth, too, though craggy -- so maybe it had been polished by years of backs sitting against it!)

But I thought that it would really hurt, if a wave washed all the way up here, and someone swimming in that wave were thrown against the rock. I wondered if this was really a good beach for swimming in after all. I'd heard of beaches that were too rocky for swimming. Maybe this was one.

A big wave may actually have made its way all the way up to us, washing against us and throwing me a bit against the wall. From this point forward, the father may have had long, frizzy hair and a scraggly beard.

I walked up to the top of the basalt outcropping. I lay on my stomach and looked out on the ocean. Even though the rock wasn't much higher than the beach, I noticed that when I looked behind me, over my right shoulder, I could see a city. Apparently I was on some island. But the island had a big city on it. I had a surprisingly good view!

I was possibly telling the father about this, when suddenly I noticed that I was lifting up into the air! I felt like I was lifting up on top of nothing. But the "nothing" felt solid, as if I were still laying on the rock. I was afraid to look down, though, to see exactly what was lifting me into the air.

I was afraid, too, of lifting up this high into the air. But I didn't show my fear about this, because I didn't want the father to think I was a chicken.

I eventually came to the conclusion that I had actually sat on some kind of ride this beach had. It was an elevator, I told myself, that lifted you all the way to the top of a skyscraper that was either on or near the beach.

I looked foward, over the ocean, for a while. But I then looked behind me, to the city. I was surprised by how much this island city resembled the city of New York. The buildings all had that old, stone look to them. I even saw one building with the trademark "NEW YORKER" light sign above it.

I was now getting so high in the air that I was starting to get uncomfortable. But I told myself that this elevator stopped at the top of the building. And I knew the building was 34 storied tall. If I could just hang on until then, I told myself, I'd be fine. So I calmed down. I think that I did then feel the elevator start to descend.

But I was now in the basement of some building. It was like the basement of a small, but really nice museum or art gallery. The hallway was narrow and "L" shaped. The Latino mother and father sat in a little window niche in the side of the hallway.

There was a narrow, kind of winding, stairwell up to the first floor. I may have been playing around on that stairwell for a little while, like a little kid would, even though I still had my own consciousness, like I was still myself, as a (so-called) adult.

I then came back down to the mother and father. I asked them if I could ride the elevator ride again. The father said no, I couldn't. If I got to ride the ride twice, then all the other kids would want to do it, too.

I said I agreed. We were almost ready to leave. But if I got to ride the ride twice, and then everybody else wanted to, we'd be waiting here forever for everybody to finally finish taking their rides.

I sat on some little bench somewhere. Across the hallway and off to my left was a kind of wide niche in the wall, with a counter before it. This must have been some kind of ticket or coat-check area.

On my side of the hallway, just next to me and on my left, was a doorway to a small office. This office may also have had something to do with ticketing.

One young man sat behind the desk, while another young man stood in front of it. Both men were kind of slim and pretty. The young man standing struck me as being gay. He had short, platinum blonde hair which shone like a silver plate under the incandescent office light.

Both the boys were friends. They may even have lived in the same apartment building, or only a couple buildings away from each other. So they saw each other all the time. They talked as friends for a moment. But the standing boy was here to take care of some kind of business.

Professionally, the standing boy was higher than the sitting boy. And, now that the standing boy was taking care of business, he was really driving the point home that he was higher. As the sitting boy was taking care of something for the standing boy, the standing boy began tapping the top of the recpetion desk and humming in a very annoying way.

Dream #3

It was daytime, or maybe morning, just after sunrise. I was driving through a grassy desert. I pulled my car off to the side of the road. I was at this specific place for a specific reason.

I was some kind of paranormal investigator. I may actually have thought of myself as a Fortean investigator. And this, I thought, was my first real Fortean investigation.

I stood out of the car, trying to "write up a report" in my head regarding whatever I was about to see. I was trying to think of some catchy headline.

I had an image in my head, which I thought was really clever, of a dark-raspberry colored ring. I knew this would lead to some kind of clever phrase.

But I now saw that, just off the road, there was a square-shaped billboard, starting maybe only three meters or so above the ground, with a picture of just what I had been imagining. The picture looked like a thick ring being pushed up through some kind of raspberry-colored syrup.

This billboard seemed only to be the left side of the advertisement. The right section -- the text part -- had been cut off. There may have been just a tiny sliver of it remaining.

Suddenly I felt stupid for having tried to put together a headline for my report before I'd even started my investigation of the subject. I also felt that the headline itself was really silly and cliched.

I turned to go do my investigation, when I was overwhelmed by a strong, almost magnetic, sensation coming from the sky. It was hard for me even to look up from the ground. But I did it.

At first, my view was all red -- a burning, but dimly glowing, orange red. But as my view cleared I saw, on the horizon, at the end of a flat expanse of land, what looked like a phantom sun.

The sun was a huge, glowing, orange-red ball. Its body was maybe four-fifths of the way above the horizon. But it was also translucent. I could see through the sun, to the sky.

This struck me as odd. But the sky itself was also odd. It was apple green -- a beautiful shade of apple green, blending its way down to pale yellow at the horizon!

I tried to figure out what this phantom sun was. I figured it was a reflection of the real sun against this side of the sun's dome. To test if this was correct, I looked behind me. Sure enough, the "real" sun was rising over the horizon behind me -- though it seemed to be rising over some small mountain peaks.

For some reason this satisfied me, and I was ready to begin my investigation. I walked across the street and onto some kind of cinder road. The cinder road went a short way off from the main road, then divided into two roads. I took the right road.

I was now down in a cave. The cave also forked into two caves at some point, and I was down in the right leg of the cave. The cave wasn't dark -- it was like it was lighted by little lights that ran along the floor. But it was kind of narrow and short. And it may have felt like it was getting tighter and tighter.

Apparently I'd had a colleague I'd come out here with: a young, black woman, dark-skinned, pretty skinny, with long, braided hair. But she'd gotten lost somewhere in the cave. I thought she'd either vanished into another dimension or gotten abducted by aliens.

At some point I may have been crawling on my belly through an extremely tight point in the cave. I was crawling with some white men, who were like police officer who had come to rescue me. I may have seen my colleague, lying on her back, dead. We were trying to get my colleague out of the place she was stuck in.

I was now above ground again. This whole area was the subject of a police investigation. Two fat, black police women were sitting on folding chairs near the cave entrance (which was basically just a hole in the ground, maybe with a tiny lip of a mound over it).

I walked away from the cave and off to the right. I could see some white police men wandering around through some tall grass and tree-like shrubs, apparently investigating whatever had happened here. They may have been searching for a body.

I was trying to piece together what had happened. I knew, now, that my colleague and I had come here to investigate. But while we'd been down in the cave, my colleague had suddenly disappeared.

I couldn't remember anything else. But I knew my colleague, unless she'd been abducted, must still be down in the cave. I needed to go back down and find her. But, honestly, now that I was above ground again, I was kind of afraid of going back down into the cave.

Nevertheless, I knew that I should at least face my fear and go back down into the cave. But I was also kind of afraid of the fat, black police women. I knew that if I went down into the cave without their permission, they might start all kinds of trouble for me, maybe even get me arrested.

So I asked the women if I could go back down into the cave. I was, now, actually kind of hoping that they'd tell me no.

But one of the women stood up. She was now kind of short, and very skinny. She had long hair, in a natural style, but pulled back into a kind of ponytail. She looked older, maybe sixty years old. She had to walk with a big, wooden walking stick.

The other woman, who was still fat and young, said, "I wish you wouldn't go down there. The police'll probably finish their investigation soon. And if we have to wait for you to wrap up, we'll be here even longer.

"But if you really want to go, we can't stop you. But she's going to come with you."

I was, honestly, relieved that the old woman was coming with me. I was really afraid to go into the caves by myself. But I was still afraid to go. I was partly afraid for myself -- regardless of who I was with, I thought, I could still get abducted, like my partner had.

But I was also worried about the old woman, who kind of looked to me like an older version of my missing colleague. If the old woman went down into the caves, and it was seen that she looked like my colleague, would she get abducted, too?

12/16/11

I was brushing my teeth and I got a phone call from my Dad and he told me that Lady Gaga was coming over in an hour(I seriously love her...). I screamed and called my sister and told her to come over too. When LG showed up she came with another guy(who later disappears or leaves) and walked into my room casually, like she had been over before. As soon as she did, my room grew and I became lucid. She laid on my bed on her stomach and looked out my window and asked me if I wanted to have a photo shoot. I immediately said yes (who wouldn't want to have a personal photo shoot with the biggest female pop star of all time??!!). She started making calls on her phone and I went downstairs for some water. When I came to my back to my room (which grew even bigger since I left!) she asked if I was ready and I said "no not really.." and kinda just stood there lol. She gave me a loose white indian- looking shirt with colorful beads on neck and a pair of shorts and told me to wear it. So I did. My hair was down, straight, and boring but she told me not to touch it because it looked "brilliant". lol trust me though, it didn't. But whatever.

When we got to the photo shoot, aka my garage?!, there were lights set up and my sister was there with her camera. She started taking pictures of me, and then continued taking picture of LG. Then she took pictures of the both of us. We posed and made silly faces while LG dressed into a dozen of different outfits, only taking seconds in between changing. Suddenly out of nowhere, she started singing at the top of her lungs and I felt strange like I was going to faint (because she sounded that amazing). Seeing her belt "Born this Way" in the middle of MY garage was awe-inspiring, ...like seriously woah.. Then we began skating around my garage without skates. We were barefooted and just glided across the floor, dancing and twirling. It was so much fun I swear it felt like we did that forever. We were singing to each other and making up dances all while skating around my personal garage/photoshoot/skate rink. My sister kept snapping picture after picture.

My phone kept going off and I kept getting messages but I ignored them. I found my phone to be completely irritating and threw it on the ground, shattering it into tiny pieces. Then LG said we were going on a trip. She said that she wanted to sunbathe with me and listen to my stories, and that she also wanted me to make her laugh. We came to a beach, and there was a row of people in body suits with their heads sticking out close to the shore. LG said "Are you ready to surf?!" I said I didn't know how to surf and that we didn't have surf boards. She said we don't need surfboards then jumped on one of the mens back (like a surfboard) and he took off as she kept balanced. I tried to do the same but kept falling and lady gaga said I made her laugh so it was time to go back. Then I woke up.

BAD. ASS. DREAM.