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Futuristic Ninjas:

I was watching a ninja war from above. I didn't have a body, just awareness. The battle field was like a wooden maze with huge parks in certain places. There were two factions, gold and black, they looked like regular ninjas only their suits looked futuristic and they had helmets with visors. The gold ninjas were winning. I kept wondering why ninjas were fighting each other head on. Clearly the gold were winning, so if I was the boss of the blacks I would employ sneak tactics. But instead the ninjas would teleport to each other and then start using martial arts. There was a gold ninja standing on top of a building just watching the fight like me, I assumed he was the boss of the golds. I zoomed in on him,and he was radiating a lot of energy...

Suddenly I had a body, I was a ninja dressed in all black..shit!. With my visor I could see what was actually happening when two ninjas came head to head, their arms would rapidly fire bursts of energy and if you took too many hits you die. I was crouching behind some stacks of wood, paranoid that some gold ninja was going to kill me any second. Everything felt so intense...then I saw a gold ninja about 200 hundred yards away, I took the quietest step of my life thinking if I can get to him before he turns around..instantly I was behind him, my right arm just acted on its own and fired two deadly shots into his back( cowardly I know but..I was a ninja!)

Now I was out in the open, I needed a place to hide but there was nothing. time skips and it turns out I killed about five ninjas with my tactic, as I'm finishing off the sixth the gold boss notices me. He seems faster and stronger than everyone on the battle field, I start running for my life. It turns out the ninjas weren't tele-porting, just moving faster than my human eye could perceive.

We leave the maze and end up on a high-way somehow, I take a glimpse behind and crash into a truck?. With my back on the wind shield I look up and the gold ninja lands on-top of me, about to unleash a deadly blow...my little sister wake me up


Way home:

fragment of me getting lost and some guy showing me the way back home, but it involved climbing buildings and mountains. and then at the end he waved goodbye and said shalom?.

Careful with that Crossbow...

I was giving a presentation on Medieval and Revolutionary weaponry and me and my partner were dressed up in English Army garb from around the era of Captain Jack Sparrow. We were showing off a giant cross bow and we were going to use it. I got a rock for my partner to shoot at and he kept pointing the giant crossbow (it was like a very large wheel barrow with a crossbow on it...) at me in a joking fashion. I was laughing and dodging his aim at the same time. My laugh was a mix between "Ha this is great fun joking with you!" and "Crap this guy is crazy and I'm nervous".

Black Farmer (FRAG)

I was a farmer and no one would give me supplies because I'm black.

I am waiting for a water taxi in Bangkok. Once it arrives I sing a rap for the captain from the platform at the top of my voice. I repeat the word white (as in the skin color) many times so I guess the rap is about race. The captain and his assistant are African-Americans as well. Once I'm on the boat the assistant asks me if I was dissing him. I wasn't but still there was the word white in there so I am afraid to tell him. So I say instead that it was just a nonsensical word. Then he starts talking to me and singing with me. The rest of the passengers are dead silent and probably listening to us and I feel uncomfortable. Eventually he stops bothering me and goes to annoy someone else.

The water taxi somewhere along the dream, turns into a long narrow bus. And when very few people remain on it, it turns into a car; a very economical transport. But this corner is not where I wanted to go. And the taxi just left. I feel distressful but see a familiar looking elderly couple on the other side of the road. I walk towards them and ask for help. They had dropped me off before in another dream location. The lady is holding a picture of something. She thanks me for entertaining her children but I say, "It wasn't me, well my body but different person. We have multiple consciousnesses." And here, I realize that I am a cute polar bear and the dream world has a cartoon texture.

I hop in to the jeep and off we go. The man shows me a picture of a building with a weird design. It is made of two small buildings and a bridge in the middle. It is white and cartoon-like. Drawn with a blue felt pen. He asks, "Is this your dream sign?"By the way he looks like a character from Tin Tin or something.

I say, "No, but I'll check!"

So I do the nose pinching reality check and it fails!

Then I say to him, "I am dreaming!"

I point to a mountain in front of us and I say, "Let's go there."

The car flies off the ground and I feel the acceleration and everything becomes a tiny bit clearer. The sun is behind the mountain. We are speeding upwards towards it.

But then I start to lose it. The dream becomes weaker. I do stabilization by rubbing my hands but it doesn't work. My dream scene fades and I start to feel my real body.

9/23/10
I am in some sort of competition with a man who has brown skin.
I had more but I woke up and stayed for too long in bed trying to recall the dream and went back to sleep again.
9/24/10
I go out with a black girl. But my parents don't approve. I think she wore a light blue top. And I see her in a mall. I saw nothing else.
Again I'm sure the dream was longer but the same thing as yesterday happened.
I will put my dream journal nearer to myself that way it will be easier for me to take down the dreams.

Date: Saturday, June 19, 2010 10:24:20 AM PDT
Important: No

Robbery
My friend has a gun. He tries to shoot me. He is African American. My friends give me gifts because I'm about to die. B-3 gives me a shotgun. I tell her to put it together for me. I try to shoot him but missed. I lock onto him with my arm. Ring the police. They don't take me seriously. I let my friend go. He opens up the garage. A human powered car is there. We talk about it.

Also. Something about a stepfather.

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Date: Wednesday, May 19, 2010 5:32:09 AM PDT
Important: No

Cafe
I am in America
I went to a uni
Math floor. Met black teacher. Grey sweater. Classrooms on upper floor.
Lunch with sarah. B-4. G-2. And. B-5.
Talk about acurium. Cone ice cream.
P B-5 doesn't eat them. Dirty.
To scene looks old. I don't know who Sarah is but she is Asian. I feel I'm talking to much at the cafe and she is sitting behind me therefore I am blocking her from the conversation. I have a feeling that I like her. P B-5 b-4 g-2 look like kids. Small and cute.

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Date: Sunday, May 16, 2010 8:43:24 AM PDT
Important: No

English class
I am sitting on a bench in a mall. There is a donkey in front of me. Paul-1 wants me to play a game with it while Anna-4 is waiting to talk to me. I see broken lines point horizontally to different parts of it's body with words written along it in orange fire like colour and texture. One word I remember is 'de-vination'.
Me and my brother are in a classroom. There is a professor who looks a bit like Hilary Clinton. We are having an assessment to get into good English classes. I see a list of people on the whiteboard. One being Hilary Clinton. The professeur picks one for each of us to imitate. My brother and another dude got picked first but they wouldn't start because of shyness. Another student has to imitate a black woman.

Been on holiday. I tried to recall my dreams as best I could.


I was at a church camp. Most of the people I recognized. I went looking for somebody. I was walking with my friend Jon, and we came across these houses with tiny rooms. We barely fit in them. I then met an old man from some war and he was being rude to people. He was told by his carer to stop insulting everybody. He started talking to this woman, said something, and the recipient mistook it for being rude. I then find myself at a car park. I see the person I'm looking for and she sees me and she runs towards me and throws her arms around me. I do not know her though.
We talk for a bit and part ways. I walk to school from there and for some reason it feels like I've gone back in time. I see my best friend Benny on the stairs going down to the basement and I wonder wheather he feels the 'time travel effect'. I ask him, “What's the date today?”
“Yesterday, mate.” He smiles.
“Do you think that the teachers know that?” And there is a teacher walking up the stairs to the playground who throws back her head in laughter.
I do not remember much after that.


I'm in a lab. I find out it's a dream lab and hospital and every single person on the planet, has their dreams contained in a metal ball about the size of a cricket ball. Some of them jump around eratically. This means the person is currently having a nightmare. I catch one and it stops bouncing around.
We get a patient in. His name is Robin. He says he's been having recurring nightmares. A nightmare happens in front of us. The lights go out and the patient turns in to a black dog and begins running around the room in a blur. We hide under the worktops concealing ourselves with the swivel chairs. There are boxes under the worktops but are pushed right to the back of the space. As it runs around the lab it brushes past you you get a feeling of adrenaline and panic. I hear screaming noises in my head and shut my eyes and try to stay calm. The dog stops rushing around and starts pushing the chairs under the worktops. I open my eyes to see this, and I get on top of the row of boxes. The beast pushes my chair in and dissapears. The lights turn back on and everything continues as normal.

Morning of September 28, 2008. Sunday.



I am back in one of my old apartments at the King Street boarding house, this one being the larger middle room on the eastern side of the hall (on the second floor). I am involved in some sort of unusual semi-lucid “ride” which takes up much of the central area of my room, which is being in the second train-car of a small black train, which at one point is more like being inside a larger solid box that tips and moves - and with me being unsure of my destination - there is a very vague awareness (but not a fear or stronger concern) that it is coffin-like. At one point, the miniature train (about the size of one at a park for children) moves out beyond the east wall, seemingly out into the night or very early morning, yet not falling. At one point, there does not even seem to be a wall. There is a vague awareness of how the little black train is “death” in reference to the Woody Guthrie song which I had listened to a lot in the recent past. However, the unusual orientation does not seem that eerie or ominous in-dream. It does seem unusually familiar at one point. There is no one else in the dream. The movement of my train seems automatic.

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On one level, this is probably just a metaphor for the dreaming and waking process itself as many dream events are in addition to just being a song association.