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    1. Quarter Pieces

      by , 01-17-2011 at 09:04 PM
      1/17/11 - Quarter Pieces
      Dream Non-dream Lucid

      I was with my dad at a little bookstore, somewhere downtown. I was looking around in the manga section. I didn't see anything really interesting, so I wandered around the store until I found a room seperate from the rest of the store. I went inside, and found shelves filled with books from a single manga series. I was amazed; there was only one copy of each volume, and yet there were enough to fill all the shelves. I loved the way the covers looked; each had a sparkly design on the front that glittered even in the store's dim lighting. I started reading them, and was about halfway through the seventh book when my dad found me. He said we had to leave, so I left with him, reluctantly.

      I found myself in an abandoned building, with a single floor, holes where doors and windows should be, and graffiti covering the walls. Two boys walked in, one about my age, and one about ten, both with dark, shaggy hair. I hid myself from them, and my view of the room was switched to third person. The older boy was looking at some of the graffiti. I noticed one in particular - it said "iJustine" in big letters. The boy also noticed it, because the paint used to write it was dripping down the wall. It was still wet. Suddenly, I was seeing in first person again, and Justine and I jumped out from our hiding places. (I hadn't noticed before, but Justine was also hiding in the building.) The two boys were shocked. We started beating the crap out of them, especially the younger one. Afterwards I felt bad, so I asked them how I could make it up to them. The older boy asked for "two quarter pieces," so I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad of money. I had ten bucks and a bunch of quarters, so I gave them one quarter and Justine gave them another. The two boys then ran off with what we'd given them.
      I realized that, because I had $10, I could go back to that bookstore and buy a couple volumes of the manga that I liked. I ran out of the building and down the street, suddenly finding myself in a different scene. I was in the sparkly manga room in the bookstore, picking out which ones I wanted. My dad came in again. He told me that we were late for something and that I'd have to buy the books some other time. We both left.

      Hannah was with me then, and we were sitting on some rocks by the ocean. It was just past sunset, and a bunch of other teens were with us, but I don't think I knew any of them. We decided to go swimming, so we all jumped into the water fully clothed. It was a little cold, and the current was strong. A boat passed by, and a big wave rushed over us. I found myself being pulled under, and I thought that Hannah was on top of me. I struggled to swim to the surface, and in doing so found that it wasn't Hannah pulling me down; I was tangled up in something, probably seaweed. When I finally freed myself and swam to the surface, I found myself looking up at an old Inuit woman. The current had somehow carried me far away, under ice, and into this woman's igloo. The hole in the floor that I was looking at her through was supposedly used for ice fishing. I scrambled out of the water and onto the floor, and collapsed, panting and shivering. I think I blacked out. From what I could figure out, the old woman used magic to heal me, but it also caused me to change into a white leopard, and though I could change back and forth at will, it would always be a part of me.

      The scene shifted to what I think is a week later. I was staying with the Inuit woman. The view was third person.
      Remember the dark-haired boys from earlier? The older one had, apparently, been injured on the ice and abandoned. The old woman had found him and brought him back to her igloo. He was unconscious, and the woman was using some healing spells on him. It must have been similar to the ones used on me, because he kept shifting forms, from human to wolf and vice versa. When she finished, he was human, and seemed to be asleep. She put a blanket over him, and left the house to gather food or something.
      The boy soon woke up. He seemed really confused. He got up and looked around. He noticed a leopard's tail(mine) flicking back and forth, sticking out from under a blanket on a cot by the wall. He crept over to it slowly. I switched back to first person, and rolled over on the cot. The boy froze. I stretched and climbed onto the floor in front of him. He looked as though he might try and attack me. He also looked... really hot. I could see the wolf in his eyes.
      I stood on my back paws, and transformed into my human self. "It's just me," I told him. He looked really shocked, and a little nervous too - probably because of how I kicked his ass before. I tried to make it clear that I liked him now and wasn't going to hurt him.
      I woke up then. Darn, he was so hot too...
    2. comfortable towns; manga in the bookstore

      by , 12-07-2010 at 12:54 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was near "my car" in the woods. It was almost night. The sky was a dull, dark blue. I was all alone.

      I may have been planning to sleep in my car for tonight and, perhaps, for a number of nights. I may not, though, have thought this was the right place to sleep. I may have been planning to drive my car somewhere else.

      At some other point I remembered one of my male friends talking about living in some other town. He was complaining about what a boring town it was to live in.

      He said, "The thing is, it doesn't have a road that leads directly out of town, up to the mountains. You have to take all these roads that wind around town. It's really hard not to stay stuck in town. And that gets really boring.

      "Not like Boston. Boston has a road that leads right out of town! It's easy to get out of town and have fun."

      At some point I saw a view of "Boston:" a town at the base of some deep-green mountain range, with its "main road" running along the side of the town and a little bit up the slope of mountains. There may have been houses lining one side of the road.

      I thought how I didn't quite agree with my friend. I thought the town I was thinking of sleeping or spending some time in was fine. But I didn't want to disagree with my friend and look uncool (even though my friend wasn't really around, and I was just "remembering" a conversation with him).

      I may now have been standing on the outskirts of a pretty big mountain town. I stood in the parking lot of some hotel. The hotel building looked kind of like a restaurant building.

      (I've seen a building very much like this, in a space very much like this, in at least one other dream.)

      Dream #2

      I was in some bookstore. The bookstore was huge and mazelike. After winding my way through a few areas, I found myself at a manga section.

      There were two thin, Japanese men shelving some books near the manga section. They both had a mild intellectual look, with casual, short haircuts, big eyeglasses, and nice, button-up shirts. They spoke back and forth with each other in Japanese.

      I didn't want the guys to think I was just another American who only knew about Japanese culture through manga and j-pop. But I was also really curious about what manga the store had. In particular, I was looking for a copy of Tezuka's Phoenix series.

      When I got over to the manga shelves, I heard the men laugh back and forth with each other. I "understood" their Japanese. They were basically saying exactly what I didn't want them to think about me. I got ashamed and thought I would leave the section. But I figured if I was already here, I might as well stay.

      But I got bored pretty quick. It was all a lot of new manga. I had been looking for some really old, classic manga. Some of this stuff didn't even look like manga. It looked like airbrushed versions of American comic books with medieval European themes. Some of the books were tall, thin paperbacks with really glossy covers.
    3. Fetish mall

      by , 10-25-2010 at 12:00 PM
      Good morning. This dream is kind of weird. I think it's also just a fragment.

      I was in a busy mall full of people. The mall had a lot of very narrow corridors, rather than a few wide corridors. The storefronts may have been small and packed with items like tall posters or stands made to look like anime charcters. The place was extremely packed with people.

      I knew this was a "fetish mall," a mall filled only with stores catering to people's various fetishes. I had been here before (possibly in the first part of this dream, which I may have forgotten).

      An attractive, young woman poked her head out of one of the storefronts. She was pale, with long, brown hair, a blue or green t-shirt, and blue jeans.

      She asked me some question about the store she was about to go into, something about whether the fetish comics in the store were appropriate for women as well as men. I told her that it was fine if she wanted to read them. She nodded and popped her head back into the store.

      I continued walking through the crowds of people. I wondered either why a woman would want to read fetish comics made for men or why a woman would ask permission to do so, especially permission from some person she didn't even know, like me.

      I turned left, into another fetish store. The inside of this store was huge. It seemed like a big bookstore, but it had other stuff in it. I think it actually may have looked like a cross between a bookstore and a dollar store.

      I didn't look around very much. This place wasn't as crowded as the corridor had been, but it was still very busy. Plus, I felt like I was going somewhere with purpose. I felt like my feet were walking, almost gliding, toward a certain place on their own. But I also felt like I knew where I was going, like I'd been there before.

      I felt like one of the higher ups at my old job, a woman who in waking life had been extremely supportive of me, was following me. I then felt like a lot of people were following me, mostly people I'd known from work.

      I walked down a staircase that had a sign above it. The sign was white with red capital letters. It listed the items being sold below.

      I was downstairs. It looked like a department store, a cheap department store. There were some displays showing bed sets, some displays showing living room sets, and some displays showing toilets. Sometimes all the stuff was mixed together.

      A woman off to my right caught my attention. She was maybe in her late 50s or early 60s. She had red hair, tanned skin, and thin eyes. She wore a blue dress. Her hair was arranged a little weird, almost shoulder length, but permed out to one side, so she looked lopsided.

      The woman directed me into an area full of lingerie. She intended for me to try on certain items. I wondered if that would be alright. After all, would they really want a guy touching that stuff, especially if he didn't intend to buy it?

      The area the woman led me into was a big, red room. There was nothing, or very little, in the room. There were dressing rooms along the right wall.

      We walked past a table of black and red underwear. They looked kind of satiny and lacy. A sign over them said "2 for $5." I thought maybe I should buy a pair of these right now to wear while I was trying on this other stuff the older woman had for me. That seemed polite to me somehow. But I decided instead to wear my own boxer briefs while I tried stuff on. But I felt bad about that, as if it were rude of me.

      The woman stood me in front of a dressing room. She began showing me different articles of underwear. She went into great detail on their design, showing all kinds of things like stitching. But I really wasn't interested in this. The more I looked at the panties, the more they somehow looked to be made out of the same fabric as basketball jerseys.

      The woman now showed me a pair of panties that she said were made with padding. I couldn't figure out why they'd need padding -- maybe to give women a better shape? I looked at them. They looked like a mix between underwear and diapers.

      The woman told me to feel the padding. So I did. It looked like the inside of a diaper. But it felt like bags of sand, like the tiny sand bags in weight-exercise bracelets.

      I looked at the underwear again. They looked like a mix between Ace Bandages and diapers. The price was written in pencil on the bottom: $19.50. I thought, That's a bit much, for something I'm never actually going to wear.

      The woman said, "This pair is the first thing I'd like you to try on." She motioned me into a dressing room stall.

      The stall was barely large enough to fit me. It was dimly lit. I was mostly undressed, except my underwear. I thought I'd keep them on. But now I had nothing on. I was holding the diaper-thing in my hand. I was looking for all my clothes.

      Now I had nothing at all. I was trying to figure where I'd put everything. Now I realized I'd actually thrown everything over the dividing-wall between stalls. The dividing-wall was just above my head. I reached over to discover the other stall packed with clothes, all the way to the top of the divider.

      I kept reaching over the divider, trying to find my clothes. I even tried to find the diaper-thing figuring that that article of clothing was almost mine anyway, and that it was better than nothing. But I kept pulling up completely unknown articles of clothing. All this time, the changing stall may have gotten smaller and smaller.
    4. #8 Skylights

      by , 08-21-2010 at 07:13 PM (East of East St. Louis)
      There was some kind of natural disaster and so, we had to leave by helicopter. After a short ride, we were dropped off at some kind of mall.

      I instantly have to go to the bathroom. I find one and go into a stall, do my business, and go to the sink. There's a line, though, so I just look around in the bathroom. There's skylights, and through the window I can see cloudy grey sky and rain dropping down onto them. There's a man and his young son in the bathroom, talking quietly. I'm not sure what they're saying.

      I go over to the sink and I notice there are hair catchers in all of them. I think this is odd, but I don't push more. I wash my hands and dry them and leave the bathroom, heading to the bookstore.

      There's only a couple of people in there, and I'm looking for a book, but I can't remember the title. So I'm searching around, hoping I'll see the title I'm looking for.

      I see a lot of books on vampires, and the supernatural, and stuff like that. I flip through them, don't have a lot of trouble reading them. They have a lot of pictures in them, and some are interesting. A woman dressed in purple with a mask on, a fog-covered bridge, a woman standing in a kitchen watching as an octopus attacks her sister.

      I leave the bookstore, annoyed at not finding what I wanted, and pass six hispanic guys. The dream shifts from me to them.

      They talk about this skit they have to do. One mentions that it might help boost morale and distract people. One guy doesn't really want to do it, but can't fault with his friend's arguments. They go to the food court, where a stage has been put up, and get into position.

      The dream faded out and I woke up.
    5. Bookstore Fight

      by , 08-19-2010 at 04:35 AM (Sailing the Noosphere)
      A large crowd of kids from my high school have planned to go to a mall, then the Cincinnati Reds Hall of Fame and a ballgame. I am with them, but am rather low on cash and already have the giveaway bobblehead from the Hall of Fame. When they leave for the Reds, I stay to bum around in the mall. I head to a Barnes and Nobel to buy a copy of the Tao te Ching. When I get to the shelf where it's kept, I'm accosted by a clerk who says I tried to shoplift it earlier and thus am not allowed to buy it. I get angry and start to make a scene. I notice that mixed with the books on the shelf is a poorly written journal (text RC failed); its owner, a cute black girl, returns to claim it and takes the Tao te Ching along with it. Now I'm really pissed, and I go to pick a fight with a random customer. I soon realize he outclasses me in every way, but I refuse to back down and lose pretty badly.
    6. Fragments for August 9 2010

      by , 08-10-2010 at 05:11 AM (Sailing the Noosphere)
      1. I'm attending the Cincinnati Bengals training camp as T. O. For some reason I slap my thigh, and the sensation is enough to send me momentarily aware. I lose whatever lucidity I have before anything happens.

      2. I am browsing a massive flea market full of books. I find an Unknown Armies monster manual for a cheap price (so much text with failed RCs), but before I can buy it my Mom approaches along with several college friends.

      3. I am trapped inside a crumbling barn. As it falls around me, I manage to peel out of the twisted wreckage.
    7. Calling in Sick

      by , 07-30-2010 at 05:41 PM
      10/17/2009

      Calling in Sick

      Before I went to bed, Andrea and I talked about me calling in sick to catch up on some homework today. Well, last night, I dreamed that I drove to work... only I was on the highway and there were sound barrier walls lining the highway. I was driving on them and I remember having a fleeting moment where I though, this can't be real, but I never went lucid. I drove all the way to work, parked the car, and upon approaching the door, my boss Angela comes out. I tell her I thought I'd come and tell her in person that I won't be in today. (How logical, right?) So she says that's ok, she just needs to smoke a cigarette, only she doesn't have any, so she has to go down the block and ask someone for one. I really don't feel well in my dream and it's raining out. She takes off down the street and I try to follow her, but I can't keep up. I watch her run away from me and she looks like an anime character with her fists all clenched as she's running. I remember thinking that I have to tell her this when she gets back to me. So I'm feeling sick, and it's rainy, and I look to cross the street, but I fall into a puddle. It's like... so deep that I fall into it up to my shoulders. I'm so weak from being sick that I just barely pull myself out of it and just lay on the sidewalk. Angela comes back with a puppy. I get up and start walking with them but that's the last thing I remember.
      Tags: bookstore, chase, sick
      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. Lucid School

      by , 07-30-2010 at 01:05 PM
      3/26/2009

      Lucid School

      have to actually *get* to school. more on this later:

      money at the cash register

      money on the floor

      lighters on the floor

      stupid boys

      magazines on T

      I'm sad I never went back to fill in this entry. I remember a little bit about it, but I don't know how I became lucid. I know I sometimes find money in my dreams and pick it up and put it in my pocket. I think I was finding money everywhere, and then I was selling magazines in a neighborhood. I really wish I could remember.
      Categories
      lucid
    9. 01/08/09

      by , 07-22-2010 at 06:21 PM
      Sex in Cracker Barrel

      I'm in Cracker Barrel. In the entrance part where all the junk that they sell is. I'm on a bed. Doing Andrea. Like it's no big deal and we do it there all the time.

      Running Around the School

      I was in a classroom at a school and someone was packing some clothes or something. I see a black DC hat and a pair of black DC shoes. I steal them!! I ran out of the building and show them off to some people outside. I decide to go in and get some more shoes.

      I'm looking for the classroom I was in and this school is like four stories high and crazy confusing with hallways all over like a maze. I go to an elevator and this guy follows me in. He's got a speech impediment. He asks me where the student housing office is. We stop at a floor that is all dorm rooms. I ask him is he sure he wants to live in a dorm? He should get an apartment. We stop at another floor and I follow him out of the elevator still talking. He goes into this theater and I follow him in and sit down next to him. What's playing looks like Rules of Attraction, even though I've never seen it IRL. I tell the guy that I didn't know we were going to a movie and that I had stuff to do and I had to leave, but could he give me his number so I could call him and check up on how his apartment search was going. On the paper that he gave me his number he had written down three apartments he wanted to look at and asked if I could go look at them with him tomorrow. I have no idea how he found this apartment information in the time from when we got off the elevator to now. So I say sure and see that on the paper his name is David.

      I sit for a while in my seat and there's a commercial on about this powder foundation like Bare Minerals stuff and all of a sudden I have it in my lap. It's in a compact and I open it up and try some on. It looks horrible on me, all chalky and just bad, like you can tell I just put makeup on. Not natural at all. ew.

      So I look around, and even though this is bad makeup, I decide to steal it. I walk out of the theater and an alarm went off, but there are students walking in and out and no one cares that it's me that set off the alarm. I look around for security cameras. I think, awesome, I got away with it. I'm walking around now looking for that classroom again. It's a chemistry classroom that I'm trying to find.

      I have this makeup compact in my hands and I decide I better put it in my back pocket. So now, all of a sudden, they're onto me that I've stolen this makeup! I start running. everywhere. And take breaks between running and just briskly walking. Tons of hallways, a suspended catwalk, and nowhere I need to go to find this classroom. Students everywhere but no one but the people chasing me are paying attention to what's going on.

      I find a bathroom to hide in. This bathroom is more like a fitting room in a department store. There's a bench seat and no toilet. I sit on the bench and pull my feet up so no one can see under the stall that I'm there. Then, it's like my stall is a breezeway and there's like a classroom behind me that I can't see and people are coming into and out of my stall!!! But the people chasing me don't find me. I find a door behind me and go in and there's the toilet. But it's a fucked up toilet with two toilet bowls one above the other and I have no idea how to go to the bathroom there. So I look in the mirror at how bad this makeup is on me and try to rub my hands on my face to take it off. Then the janitors come in and I have no idea what happened after that. I was stressed out.

      Chaos at Work

      I'm at work. I'm usually a cashier, but now I'm running around helping people get their textbooks. I have a list from someone and I'm standing in line a the textbook counter waiting to give them my list and get this person's books when there are two guys playing with a tennis ball like throwing it back and forth to each other. I get out of line to yell at them and lose my place in line and freak out because I've been standing there for so long. Then two people walk up to me and hand me this guy's books. There are way too many books for me to carry, so I make them do it.
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      non-lucid
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