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Oct. 5, 2012
5:40-7:43

i was watching a new episode of Futurama. It was about the human brain. I remember one time in it where they were talking about sarcasm. Leela said, "Isn't sarcasm considered a psychological disorder?" Then everything went into Hermes' brain, and his brain cells had eyes for some reason. One by one, they all popped and died. Then his entire brain shattered. I then saw all the characters in the show in white robes inside a big coliseum. Everyone except for Hermes. They were all singing some song while smiling. I was viewing them from the center of the coliseum.

I walk into my bathroom to shoot a super intelligent evil brain that lives there. I open the door a fire a few shots then leave. As I walk away, I hear loaud explosions coming from the bathroom. I know somehow that the brain is not dead. Instead it transformed into a young Indian girl. I turn around and meet the girl. I say to the former brain, "so know you're a little Indian girl. A lot more happened, but this is all I can remember.

**Before sleeping I asked my spirit/dream guides to help me find him, but if they thought I wasn't ready, then to give me a dream that would make me ready**

I became lucid and saw lots of words, numbers and colours fading in and out; I tried to read them but couldn't. I realised that I was consciously observing my brain filtering out all the stuff I'd seen during the day, and started thinking about how amazing the brain is. Then for some reason I 'knew' that the brain was created by 'us', I mean us conscious beings, who are ancient and come from somewhere else, and we created the human body and the brain to experience something different, because we don't experience 'thought processes' in our natural (non-human) state, we are just consciousness. Then I just thought..wow

I zoomed out, and what I was seeing was on a computer screen. The room was dark, and one wall was mirror-tiled. I walked up and looked at myself, fully lucid.

I floated up and thought about something I read on dreamviews before I slept, that you can teleport by going through walls and thinking of where you want to go. I kept trying to go through, thinking I want to see 'Kenny' (the guy I've been dreaming about the past 15 years, who I've never met and have no clue who he is). It didn't work. Then I realised the room was fading; I tried rubbing my hands together as that usually makes everything more focused, but it didn't work. Neither did spinning. I knew that the only way I could stay lucid was to go through the wall. So I thought 'I want to go to Kenny's room' and jumped through.

For what seemed like forever, I saw bedroom after bedroom after bedroom. It felt like I was going through every bedroom from here to wherever he lives. Finally I thought 'this is ridiculous. Just show me where he is, now'. Suddenly a new dreamscape faded in. I was on a cruise ship, in a doorway; if you took one step up there were two rows of people lying on lounge chairs in an open area, if you took one step down you would be inside and there were two rows of people in sleeping bags.


I immediately started looking for him. There were a couple people with hair like him, but when I looked they were someone else. I asked for him by name, called out for him and asked around but nobody knew. I remembered a lucid dream I had a year or two ago where I found him by asking people based on his description instead of his name, so I tried that. A woman said she saw someone like that so I ran in the direction she told me. But it was the wrong guy (he was like 'how should I know?') I ran into a shower area where people were waiting to scuba dive, and I asked a diver what the name of the cruise ship was. I think I heard someone say 'Atlantean' or something but the diver looked at me like I was crazy. I tried to read the logo on his suit but couldn't make it out. Ran around calling out 'Kenny!' a few times but woke up.

** It was 9 am, I got up and had some fresh juice, made a cup of tea, but didn't have time to drink it because I realised I was too tired and had to go back to sleep. I should quickly mention how I had this lucid dream: I find what works best for me is to wake around 2:30, and stay awake until 5 - 7, then take GalantaMind (4mg) and immediately go back to sleep for a DILD. I slept again at 7 and I think it was a WILD though. **


Back to sleep, I hope the GalantaMind will still work, and I hope I can fall asleep properly. I ask my dream/spirit guides to help me back to sleep, and did some chakra meditation. I was asleep before I could finish the meditation.

I see a girl sitting on her bed. The image is static; I'm told she's Kenny's cousin, and that she's unavailable right now, but they have a cousin named 'Pinky' (I think) and he might be easier to get ahold of.

So suddenly, I'm back exactly where I started in the first cruise ship dream. Pinky is lying on the sleeping bag to my left. Now, I should have asked him where Kenny is, but although I was lucid, my emotions and frustration had gotten the better of me. I get on top of him and kiss him passionately. His energy is similar to Kenny's, and he seems to be the only 'real' person on this ship that I can find. His shirt is off and he sits up, we continue making out.

Then I realise someone's sitting on the floor in front of us, staring at us sarcastically. It's Robert Pattinson.

He says 'is this absolutely necessary?'
In a moment a realised this was a dream symbol. This guy was real; he sure as hell wasn't Pattinson - he looked a bit plastic - but this guy felt familiar. Maybe a dream guide? Maybe Kenny's dream guide? Anyway I could feel (telepathically perhaps?) that the message was 'why go for Jacob when Edward is the one' God that makes me sound like a Twihard - I swear I'm not, but I can't help how he appeared to me But I felt like I shouldn't get sidetracked when it's not leading me to my destiny, if that makes sense.

I grabbed him and took him somewhere Pinky couldn't hear us. I grab him by the lapels, stare straight into his eyes (the only non-plasticky thing about him) and say 'do you know how this feels? I'm looking all over the place for this guy, and I can't find him. I NEED A DISTRACTION.' I turn to look at Pinky; when I look back, 'Pattinson' is gone. So I go back and say 'come on Pinky, let's go'. I'm walking around trying to find a way to teleport out of there and find exactly where Kenny is, because he doesn't seem to be anywhere on the cruise ship. I wonder if I jump into the water it will lead me there. But I realise something's off. Although I'm fully lucid, the dreamscape feels different to other ones, it's like I can't manipulate it (maybe because I was in his dream and not mine?)

Then I wake up. I slept again for a little bit, and dreamt that someone told me that I need to practice awareness throughout the day, because if he looks for me he won't be able to find me if I'm not fully aware.

Last Nights Dream

I am in a big swimming pool that has water slides. I am with a Family and they are a bit nuts, well mainly the woman really. I am in the pool and I have clothes on so the woman gives me something else to wear. ((dream skip)) I am at her house now it's somewhere in the pool area I have now changed but I can't remember what into. The house is little and shitty, more of a room really.
We are now being chased by people who don't like us and who we don't like. We are going down the water slides and these other people are following behind us, I'm shitting myself now and we are trying hard to get away. We end up back at the woman's house, she has a husband who looks like he has ate all the pies and a couple of kids. I now remember someone killing some people in her house, I remember that I put an axe into someone's head and someone was trying to kill me. The woman is now dead and so is her family. There dead, chopped up bodies were all over the floor and the tables, there was blood and guts everywhere, I feel sick to my stomache and feel a weird feeling come over me. I was absolutely covered in blood and guts it's disgusting!!!!. Some woman had had her brain taken out and I thought "shit I'm going to be in trouble now!" I decide to save this woman and get her another brain because I didn't want to be on my own. I pick a brain up off the floor near me and put it into her head and she is now alive again! I am still shitting myself!
I see 2 men come to the door which was open and I realise I am going to be in the shit with them for what I have done to everyone so I decide to run to the pool, I'm still covered in blood. I go down the slide and land in the water. I now have an awfull feeling that I am naked so I look down on myself and I am, I haven't a stitch on!!! , I'm so embarrassed but then I go down the slide again, everyone is looking at me and then the boss of the pool gives me an award Lmao

Two non-lucids I thought were quite funny.

Inside my brain
I'm lost.
The place I'm in is not very well lit. There are tube like things going everywhere and they look sort of organic.
Between them a wooden bridge is spanned.
It is rather shakey, but I'm walking it since I have nowhere else to go.

Then I reach some sort of intersection, a spot with solid ground with bridges leaving into all directions.
There's a man in the middle of it, standing in front of multiple monitors and a ludicrous amount of switches and buttons.
He's wearing a smoking, a top hat and a monocle... classy!

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"I'm sorry, I seem to be lost."
"What? Huh? It's you! You're inside of your brain! What are you doing here."

Seems logical...

"I'm checking on how things are running."
"Ah. I see. I wasn't aware you could do that."
"Well, things are running okay, you're really overusing the processing units at times, but we can manage."
"Uhuh... so... what's this over there?"

I point at the only location of interest. The tubes, which I now think are synapses are all sort of brown.
However in one location, there's a ton of them in vivid red.

"Erm... this part of the brain is dedicated to dirty thoughts sir."
"Ah....... okay..."

Spider
I'm in my bathroom, wanting to take piss when suddenly I spot a rather sizable spider in front of the toilet.
One of those with a fat body and thick hairy legs... ewwww. (I'm sort of arachnophobic)

"Go away!"

The spider clearly lifts its head up and looks at me.

"Nope!"

Huh? Spiders can talk? Well... I guess they can.

"Why? This is my bathroom. Go away!"
"Meh, not feeling it mate. Nice and warm in here, I'm going to stay."

The spider clearly has a British accent.

"Leave or I'll throw you out!"
"Nope. I think I'm gonna jump you."

The spider climbs up the toilet and stands on the closed lid.

"What? ..."
"I will jump you! I'm a superspider, I can jump this far!"

Fuck! I'm getting really scared.
But then memories of fighting with dragonic powers enter my head.
In panic I launch a massive fireball at the spider.

Spiders probably dead alright.
Unfortunately the toilet is missing, and so is most of the wall behind it.
Oops? A stranger outside walks by and looks at the massive hole in the room and scratches his head.

My mom storms into the room.

"What happened?!"
"It was an accident!"
"You accidentally blew a hole into your bathroom?"
"But... there was a spider on the toilet!"

I realize that this excuse makes no sense whatsoever and I'm lost as to how to explain this.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

Two criminals had escaped from prison. There was a view of only their legs as they got into the back of a silver-grey car.

One of the criminals, the leader of the two, seemed to be an amputee. His hands and feet, and possibly even most of his legs, had been cut off. They were bandaged up with clean bandages. The man may also have been really short. He also wore a nice, grey suit. The other criminal was tall and muscular. He may have been dressed in leather pants and a tank top. He may have had long hair and a beard.

Now two cops were chasing after the escaped criminals. They had followed the criminals to some abandoned building. The criminals had gone past some chain-link fence and up a stairwell. All around the stairwell was dark. The stairwell was lit with some kind of intense, orange-yellow light.

The cops were now trying to push past the chain-link fence. But they were also proceeding cautiously. They weren't sure whether the criminals were waiting up on the steps to shoot down at the cops.

One of the two cops got past the chain-link fence. The cop was Latino, a bit heavy-set, though not really overweight. He wore a white tank top and black glasses. His hair was combed back in a wavy style. He may have had a goatee. The cop had his gun drawn. Instead of walking up the steps, he walked under them.

The second criminal was now seen hiding in the shadows. It was like I was seeing from the shadows, too, at a distance from both the cop and the criminal. The criminal drew his gun, pulled it high in the air, then slowly leveled it at the cop. The criminal was about to shoot, but the cop saw him and shot first.

The cop shot the second criminal a few times. But he was then surprised when another gun shot him in the chest, on his far right side. The cop got shot a number of times. He reeled back against the chain-link fence, which now had a wide hole in it.

As the first cop tumbled backward out of the stairwell, the second cop charged in. The second cop looked a lot more clean-cut than the first cop. He wore a dark suit, maybe dark blue. He had coppery skin, short hair, pale eyes, and a square jaw. Right away he tackled the person who had shot the first cop.

Behind the fence, the first cop stood, bleeding from his wounds. One or more officers may now have appeared behind the fence to assist the bleeding cop. It seemed like the cop had been mortally wounded. But he kept calling out, in a panicked way, "I'm not gonna die! I'm not gonna die!"

The second cop had the first criminal wrestled to the ground. Apparently the first criminal had shot the first cop (how? He didn't have any arms!). The second cop was slamming the first criminal against the ground and even, somehow, had his gun drawn on the criminal. The cop was yelling and the criminal something like, "You killed my friend! Now I'm gonna make you pay! I'm gonna kill you!"

The criminal, who was bald and had a kind of thin, sharp, tan face laughed and said, "No you aren't! Every cop tells me they're gonna do that. But nobody ever can. I never get really punished!"

The criminal, now captured, was in some room like a medical laboratory. He was being held down in some weird position, probably against a bed, by somebody like the chief of police. He was surrounded by medical people and police officers, all of whom seemed to be jostling the criminal, as if to make him feel bad about what he'd done. But the criminal just kept laughing.

Finally a doctor grabbed the criminal's head. He sliced his scalp open from front to back, along the center. He did it in such a way as to hurt the criminal, but the criminal just kept laughing, as if he didn't even care. The criminal's scalp was now pulle away from his skin. The doctor now sawed into the criminal's skull, splitting it in the same way as he had cut the scalp. But the criminal was still laughing.

The doctor then hacked open the criminal's brain, right along the center. The brain looked dry, bloodless, like just some solid, white, kind of fatty mass. The doctor reached either his hands or some tweezers down toward the base of the split section of the brain.
From the right side, very near the cleft, the doctor pulled up a yellowy, plasticky-looking section of brain, almost rectangular, about 2cm tall and .75cm wide. The doctor, and maybe other people, seemed to think that this was just "yet another" piece of brain that they'd had to pull out of this criminal's head.

Dream #2

I was sitting in a small apartment. I may have been sitting on a couch, but I may also have been sitting on a coffee table. It was daytime, and the room was lit with greyish-green light coming in through the curtained windows. The room seemed to be full of boxes.

I had ordered something, and I had been waiting for it for just a little bit longer than I'd wanted to wait. But just as I was thinking of calling the store I'd ordered from and asking about my delivery, a delivery man rushed into my house. He kind of scared me. I did't expect anybody to just rush into my place.

The man was tall and white, kind of strong-looking, very pale, with pale, blue eyes. He seemed to have a shaved head, but he wore a baseball cap, maybe red. He wore dark clothes, almost like an Adidas track suit. He carried a white plastic bag in his hands. It held my stuff for delivery. It looked like the stuff inside was white styrofoam, like for take-out meals.

I now had the bag. I looked inside. I'd apparently ordered two or three Asian DVDs of some sort. One may have had a cartoon panda on the front. There was some other merchandise in the bag that I don't remember.

The man told me, "The movies are due back in two days. For the rest, you'll be charged..."

The man continued talking. But I didn't quite hear him. I'd been surprised. The DVDs were due back? I thought I'd bought them. But now it made sense to me. I'd rented the DVDs, or checked them out, like from a library.

The man seemed to be a little eager to leave. As he had been talking, he had slowly come to recognize how full of boxes my place was. Something about this seemed to freak him out. He no longer wanted to be here. He finished up his speech really fast, but almost automatically, as if he didn't want to betray how freaked out he was.

I had gathered from what the man had said that I owed the company something like $22. I pulled out my wallet. I had something like $21. I told the man I could give him $21 now and pay the company the rest when I returned the movies. I knew this was more than I had to pay right now, since I didn't have to pay for any of the movies until I returned them. So, somehow, that meant I only had to pay $20 right now.

But, even as I'd offered the man the money, he was already back out the door and into the hallway. He called back to me, as I walked up to the door, "No, don't worry about it. You'll just be charged for it all on credit."

I thought that was both convenient and a little bit of a pain. I didn't really want to have stuff charged to my card.

There was another white kid in the hallway. He wore a thick, yellow sweater with a black logo on it and big, baggy, green pants. He had black hair which swept down over his eyes. The boy had seen how freaked out the first man had been by my place. So he now looked inside. He seemed to be interested in something.

I was a little freaked out by the kid's gaze, so I turned around and walked back into my place, trying to look, to the kid, like I hadn't seen him looking into my apartment. I looked at all my boxes. I wondered if the kid had thought there was something here he'd like to steal.

I walked farther back into my apartment, into my bedroom. This room was full of boxes, too. I thought, No wonder people get weirded out by my place. It's full of boxes. It looks like I've never moved in. But I never feel comfortable anywhere. If I could finally feel comfortable somewhere, I'd unpack my boxes. Then it would look like I actually live here.

I find myself in the school(DS :headdesk: ) auditorium. We're doing absolutely nothing. We're all sitting here like a bunch of retards. Suddenly, the song "Brain Stew" by Green Day comes on. I sake my head and smile. I love this song. Isaiah, whom I'm sitting next to is pleased to hear a Green Day song as well. Now, after each two power chord strum, everyone claps. I'm really starting to enjoy this. Now, we reach an explicit line of the song. Oddly, it isn't censored. "Fucked up and spun out in my room." That was the lyric. Not to mention it pops up twice in the song. Now, we all go back to our homerooms(DS). I sit down, and for some reason, all of my clothes vaporize! Holy shit! I'm...I'm...I the nude... I run over into the next room, knowing that it's not in use. I put some papers over my crotchal area. Phew. Now, Mr. McBee(DS) comes in. Hey! What the fuck man?! Can't I have a little privacy. Now, Mr. McBee wants me to go to the office. You've gotta fucking mental if you think I'm walking to the office like this! So, he goes up to the office to get their clothing supply for me. He comes back, and he said all they had was girls' clothing. :guntohead: Mr. McBee(DS) now decides to make up a fake story. I'm an exchanged student from a foreign school who'll be here the rest of today. He shows me everything I need to wear, which includes a girl wig. The rest was a Japanese school girl sailor suit.

I'm surprisingly convincing. But it's still extremely weird that I'm cross dressing. Now we all head outside to the school(DS) yard. We see some professionals from NASA have shown up. They've set out scale models of experiments they're working. They've discovered most of the planets in the galaxy now. Amazing! They've organized them all. Volcano planets, deserted planets, etc. Interesting. Now, some asshole kid fucks with one of the scale models. He gets into big trouble. Now we decide to have a football game. I see Mr. Brown(DS) deciding on the players. I see Red gets accepted, and so do I. Now, as I run into the field, my disguise flies off, and I awake.

15.05.2011

Water and Shock fight (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was with some friends at a big living room. Some of these friends were from high school and some from college. The living room was decorated old school, all the chairs were huge, made out of wood, and the table, was made out of dark wood.

Three guys were having a shock battle. They had a round little thing that gave shocks. Also, they had spray bottles with water to make those shocks more powerful. After a while fighting and playing around, one young guy with black short hair got electrocuted. I could see some smoke coming out of his head.

One guy wanted to give me a shock and fool me around. I told him that my brain was working fine and that I needed no shocks. The guy laughed and ended up shocking me, but did not feel the pain.

We started to shock each other and we ended up being shoaked up. The water sprays had a lot of power and the entire room as wet.

A few moments later, they were talking about a game. Such game had something to do with a monkey who wore clothes and a baby human. The monkey wanted to adopt the baby, but he was not capable to raise him, so the monkey got sad. A sad song played. I woke up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was possibly with my brother and sister at night. It was pitch black outside.

We may have been driving a car around, possibly a black SUV. But we may have needed another car, which my mother may have had. We may have been angry or impatient with our mom because she wasn't bringing the car.

We got some call from or about our mom on one of our cell phones. Our mom was either sick or injured. I suddenly felt very worried and sad, but also ashamed that I could have been so impatient about my mom when she had actually been injured all along.

Dream #2

I was with my friend H. We had been attending some kind of lecture. Now it was over. We were standing in some side room, off to the side of the lecture room.

The lights were mostly off in the lecture room and the side room. A little bit of fluorescent light seemed to be coming from somewhere else. The lecture room was kind of big and square, like a dance rehearsal area, but with low ceilings and full of folding chairs.

The side room was much smaller. It had something like two workshop tables in it. On each of the tables, long sheets of paper were rolled out, more than one sheet per table.

H and I stood in the side room with a white man with red hair and a red beard. The man was something like a professor. The man's hair was kind thinning back from his forehead. He may have worn blue jeans and a sweater with dull green, yellow, and red striped and designs on it.

The professor had given a lecture on something like Buddhist mandalas. The papers all rolled out on the table were Buddhist mandalas. But they were all laid face down.

H was talking with the professor, asking a few questions about Buddhist art. I got a little distracted from their conversation, and I was wandering around at the other end of the side room.

At some point H and the professor decided it was time to go. They started heading out the door and told me they were ready to go. For some reason I told them that I would just be a second, that I just needed to put my shoes on.

As he walked toward the door, the professor began telling a story, apparently directed toward me, about how he did research on certain monkeys using certain chemicals. The chemicals might often create certain blood conditions in the brain, like hemorraging.

The professor said, "Of course, the monkeys run around and play all happy. But they have no idea that if the chemicals make the blood conditions in their brains, I'll have to make them fall asleep." The professor then explained that he would then sell the affected brains to the researchers.

The professor and H had walked out a door, into the next room (a stairwell exit?) which was lit with fluorescent light. I stood there for myself for a second. For some reason, it took me this pause to realize that the professor was purposely infecting these monkeys, then killing them, cutting open their skulls, taking out their brains, and selling their brains to interested parties.

I may have tried to get the professor's attention (he and H were still within earshot) to ask him if this was really what he was doing.

Dream #3

I was possibly walking back home. It was late afternoon and a clear day. The air was cool and pleasant, and the sunlight was dim, pale gold.

I turned left and walked down a sidewalk bordered by lawn. It seemed like I was either at the boundaries of some park, or possibly the lawn of a complex of very tall apartment buildings. The road, to my left, was wide, but it wasn't very busy.

The whole setting seemed very clean. But I wasn't familiar with it, and it didn't feel like my neighborhood at all.

Somehow I now needed to cross the street to get to the sidewalk on which I had already been walking. There were two black boys, about ten years old, one of whom may have been sitting on the metal housing for a transformer.

The kids saw me crossing the street. I passed the kids. One of the kids stayed where he was. The other kid kind of followed me. I had a feeling that the kids were going to try to jump me or steal something from me. But I wasn't too worried. The only thing I had with me was a CD version of Philip Glass' opera Akhnaten (why?).

The kid who was following me kept edging up, as if he were going to walk in front of me, then falling back. I just kept ignoring him.

But now I saw a big group of black kids walking down the street. The kids were maybe in their late teens. There were seven or eight of them -- enough to block up the entire walkway and small strip of lawn by the curb. The kids looked like trouble. So I decided to just cross the street right away, to get out of their range.

But, crossing the street, I saw a huge fence, maybe 6 meters tall, possibly bordering another lawn-type space. On top of that fence there sat an even bigger group of black kids. They were already looking at me, and they looked ready to jump down from the fence and attack me as soon as I passed them.

I veered to the right, to head back toward the road I had been on before turning onto this road. I could tell that that road was much more populated, and that a lot of cars ran down it. I figured it would be better for me to just hang out on that road and avoid these gangs of kids.

But, for some reason, I was really flustered that I had to do this. I felt like things hadn't been like this before, or like in the neighborhood I thought of as my neighborhood things weren't like this. I wondered why things were like this now or here.

This dream is a very sketchy one as lately I've been waking up with the dream dissapearing before I can get any of it down:

The first thing I can remember was being on the top deck of a bus with a friend beside me (don't know who it was, I just had the knowledge that this person beside me was a friend), I was looking through a medical book on diseases as in this dream I knew I was suffering from something and knew what it was (though I can no longer remember what it was supposed to be). I remember opening up one page which was about the treatment of someone with the back of his scull off and his brain growing out of the back of his head, at this point the page became fully animated with the patient looking up at me with sadness in his eyes as a meat slicer was used to pear down the excess brain.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was coming to see the birth of a baby. I had apparently seen the mother give birth before (possibly in an earlier part of this dream). I hoped I wasn't late this time.

It was day, and I was running toward the house. I seemed to be coming at the house from the back. The house was very small, white, and in a rural setting.

I noticed that the land behind the house had become a huge pool of water, apparently right from the backdoor. I stood at the edge of this pond, looking toward the backdoor.

A group of men and women about my age all exited the backdoor. A woman stayed in the house. She handed the newborn baby to a tall, skinny, slightly bearded man. The man may have dunked the baby in the water. This was the baby's birth.

I jumped in the pool (I was wearing a backpack, for some reason). I swam toward the group of people. I wanted to be part of the birth process so much.

I thought to myself that I've always worried about seeing a baby still covered in everything right after birth. But now the baby would be clean. I was disappointed and relieved at the same time that I wouldn't have to see the baby right after birth.

Everybody was now carrying the baby toward the far back end of the pond. I had to swim all the way over there to reach them now.

I got to the group of people. It may now have been all women. They were all talking with each other in cooing voices. I tried to be a part of whatever they were doing. But I couldn't see the baby anywhere.

I may have seen somebody carry the baby, now wrapped in swaddling cloths, over the edge of the pond. The pond was bordered by a ledge of flat, grey stone. I clumsily hoisted myself, in my wet clothes, onto the ledge. Beyond the ledge there was a slight drop down to some bare, dusty soil. I jumped.

When I landed, I was reminded of my backpack. I thought of how wet it must be. Then I remembered that my computer was in my backpack! It must be soaked right through!

I walked around the right side of the pond, heading back toward the house and the spot where I'd jumped into the water. I was trying to convince myself that my computer really wasn't soaked all the way through. I'd had it in its case after all, right? But I knew that was a lousy argument. The case wasn't waterproof. I knew I'd have to test it.

I got back up to the edge of the pond, then I turned around and walked back toward the back end, but up on the ledge instead of down in the dirt area.

I may have encountered my old friend K or my mom. I explained my problem with my computer. K/my mom asked me why I jumped in the pond with my backpack on. I replied that seeing the baby was so important that I didn't care what I was wearing.

I now had my computer sat on the ledge, opened, and turned on. I said, "See? It doesn't work. I'm just getting this one program you always get when your computer doesn't work. It's like a sign from the company that your computer is broke."

The program was some yellow and green colored video game that reminded me of an Atari 2600 video game.

My view may have changed to a dark office, where I was all alone.

Dream #2

I was in my great-grandmother's house. I sat near the front door. I sat on one of my great-grandmother's stools and ate some kind of sandwich.

I was probably by myself in the house, waiting for other people to arrive. The lights in the house were all on, and it was warm.

Some of my family had gone to the hospital with my great-grandma. She may now have been dead. Regardless of that, the doctors had done a bad job on her.

I recalled one particular statement made by a doctor. My great-grandmother had had something like a stroke. The doctor said that my great-grandma's brain would heal itself, so that there was so need for treatment.

I laughed to myself, thinking that they all should have realized there was a lot more damage than they'd thought, and that my great-grandma had actually needed a lot more help, especially since she was so old.

I tried to remember something about what the doctor had said. It had something to do with the electrical patterns in the brain, how they travelled in circles. I could feel the electricity in my brain, travelling counter-clockwise in my skull.

I remembered that the doctor said that if you have an electrical anomaly, such as a minor stroke, you could often wait for the electricity to come back around and reset the messed up part of your brain.

Now I had an electrical anomaly in my brain. I was having trouble speaking, as if my tongue were way too thick for me to talk with. I wondered if my mouth were just too full of food. In panic I pulled whole chunks of tomato out of my mouth. They looked like the upper palates, like for braces.

I tried to speak again, but my tongue still wasn't getting words out. I was pacing around the house, in a bit of panic. I convinced myself that it would just take time for my tongue to heal.

Just then my sister and great-grandmother walked in the door. I knew I couldn't speak, so I just kept quiet, trying to show by my facial expression how happy I was to see my great-grandmother.

My sister sat me and my great-grandma down on a red, plasticky couch (very unlike the couch my great-grandma had). My great-grandma seemed to be a lot livelier than she'd been in a long time. But I still was unable to speak!

My great-grandma (wearing a grey, tweed coat) said to me, "Aren't you going to say anything? Here I've come all this way to say hello. Aren't you going to be grateful and talk with me?"

Forum Betting:
I was looking at what appeared to be a forum, however, it looked old style. The page was white with posts written in the same font, size, color, etc…. The only thing separating them was a small line, possibly colored grey. I'm not positive if the usernames were there, but, if they were, they were liked written as "username@ ....". There was an interesting discussion going on about the brain and it’s capabilites. One of the posters said that the brain is strong but it can get “scared”. The other posters disagreed and an argument ensued. To settle it, the guy decided to make a bet and they started taking some bets related to the subject.

Thoughts: This could be a result of visiting this forum whenever I have the time

New Job:
I found myself at my job again but it was a new place, one I’ve never been in before and much different than my current one. All I can recall from the place is that there was a wooden shelf that had a huge glazer placed on it. I saw one of my colleagues and asked why she was throwing out some food but can’t fully recall her answer. The new day I find myself working her position and not sure how but I had 4 skewers embedded in me. There were two skewers that went into one finger each that were opposite to each other on my hands. Another skewer went into the area near my elbow on my left hand and the last went near my bone on my right hand. All the skewers went right through my skin and out the other side. I started to pull them out, starting with the one near my bone, then the elbow and then finally the finger skewers and never once did I feel any pain. I also thought within the dream that I would start to bleed once I took the elbow one out but I could see blood in the hole that was left but nothing came out of either of them.

The Bus:
I was going to the bus stop near my house. When I got there I thought I missed the bus and I realized that I forgot my jacket which meant that I didn’t have my bus pass with me. Fast forward and I decide to walk to another bus stop but this time I have my jacket on but it’s ripped. My bus comes and I end up running back to the stop. After getting on the bus, I found my jacket in the back which now looks like a taxi. I knew that it was my jacket even though I was told it wasn't because of the visor in it.

Brain Experimentation:
Some brain experimentation was being done to find a way to get someone to remember their dreams better. A brain was immersed into water and the result was compared to those that weren’t. In the end, it was determined that the individuals who’s brains are immersed in water can remember their dreams much better.

Thoughts: The brain experimentation dream was interesting, too bad it didn't continue/couldn't remember anymore details