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Dragon #1

It was black night. I was walking to a cafe, probably because I thought I was going to meet some friends there, in particular my old friend ML. I may actually have known ML was going to be at the cafe, though he hadn't invited me. I may have decided to show up at the cafe, in spite of his not inviting me, just so he'd know I knew.

I was in some small shopping plaza, possibly at the edge of a smallish residential area in a suburban town. The shopping plaza was three stories tall. It was a series of buildings, kind of like office buildings. The shops were all connected to each other by outdoor balconies. I stood between the buildings in a big, concrte courtyard. I felt like the cafe was in the basement level of one of these buildings.

I may then have been out by a bridge, somewhere near the banks of a river. I was working on some kind of box, like an electrical box attached to some kind of short, stout, concrete pole. The "box" may have been something more like a simple switch. The switch may have been in decent condition, but the metal base around the switch may have been really rusty. I may have heard some weird, whistling sound, which may have frightened me.

I was in some room, probably with three other people. The room we were in felt a little like a living room. But the room was so big and empty and cold-feeling that it seemed more like some kind of business room. There was a huge window-wall looking out on the black night.

One of the three other people was an older man, probably dressed nicely. He was like a boss to the rest of us. Another was a woman, about my age (early 30s), dressed like a business woman. The third person was probably a man.

The boss told us something we should get started working on. But he told us, as he seemed to be leaving the room, that we should avoid going down to the bridge. The man now seemed to be touching a glass case, trying to get an electric reaction out of something else in the case.

The man told us that certain monitoring equipment was picking up a strange noise down there. The noise, the man told us (although I heard it at the same time) was like a phone picking up, with a conversation way in the distance. But the noise would soon turn to a shrill buzzing. This kind of noise indicated ghost activity, though I don't think the man said this directly.

I suddenly remembered my own experience near the bridge. I didn't tell the man about it. Instead, I tried to question the man more on the characteristics of the sound. I got a little more info from the man.

The person who had had the ghost experience was now a woman. After hearing the info regarding the ghost bridge, the woman seemed to have become distracted and dazed. The man had told the other people to keep the woman from going to the bridge. But the woman was definitely going to try to go back.

At first it seemed like the people were all staying in different cabins in some kind of wildnerness area. The woman snuck away from her cabin without anybody noticing. She was running down through a well-manicured but large garden area and down to the bridge. She wore a Victorian-style dress, probably white on top and pale, sea-blue on the skirt. She also had red hair, done up and back in a round, Victorian style.

Now it was like all the people were staying in one big mansion. But the woman had escaped the mansion. She was riding a bike on a garden path between two rows of very tall, euonymus-type shrubs. At one point, she turned a corner. As soon as she turned the corner, a man, also dressed in Victorian clothing, stood up and began pursuing the woman.

The man knew what path the woman was taking. He also knew paths he could take as shortcuts, so that he could cut the woman off, even though she was on a bike and he was on foot. There was water somewhere, coming from something like a fountain or a lawn sprinkler.

The woman was riding through a section of path with the hedges so thick on either side that she couldn't see anything else. Suddenly the man grabbed the woman from behind. He pulled her off her bike, spun her around, and embraced her. The man acted like he was in love with the woman -- maybe he was. The woman and the man embraced and kissed.

The man and woman were now in a bedroom. But now the man was a woman. The two women were kissing, and it looked like they were going to end up in bed together. But the first woman broke free of the second woman. She took on a dazed kind of attitude again and said that she had to go away. It was pretty obvious that she was going to try togo to the ghost bridge, though she may not have said it.

The second woman lay down in bed. She was partly frustrated that she hadn't gotten to have sex with the first woman. But she was also frustrated that she hadn't been able to keep the woman from trying to go back to the ghost bridge.

The second woman now pulled a hood over her head. (The second woman also had red hair, though her hair was darker than the first woman's hair.) The woman wore a pale sea-blue nightgown. The hood was a part of the gown. But it was a wizard's hood. The woman said something like, "We'll see about that girl! She thinks she can just go like that when she's been kept from the place. I'll pay her back for acting that way."

The second woman lay her head on her pillow. It looked like she was going to fall asleep. But I felt like she was going to try and perform some kind of magic action against the first woman.

I now sat in a cafe, which was more like a waiting area in some place like a college or a hospital. It was like the ghost bridge incidents had been from a movie I'd been watching, and that I had just now been deep in a reverie regarding the memories of that movie. I had also remembered some background tune from the movie, and I was humming it to myself.

I sat on the arm of an orange, thickly cushioned chair. I was looking out a big window, to some lawny area like in a city park. It was daytime, and the light was bright grey outside. A skinny, young, black man sat at a picnic bench near the window. I knew the man was following me. He couldn't come into the cafe for some reason or another. So he had to wait outside for me.

I was kind of sick of being followed around by this guy, and I was wishing there was some way I could stop him. But I also seemed to be really preoccupied with the imagery of the ghost bridge "movie."

Somebody else in the "cafe" started brashly humming a terribly out of key tune. It suddenly drew attention to the fact that I was still humming the background music from the ghost bridge "movie." I stopped huming as soon as I realized that I'd been humming loud enough for other people to hear.

I sat there silently, still staring out the window, though I couldn't see out the window very well anymore. My focus was more on the man, who kept humming horribly out of key.

I looked to my left, to the man, who sat in a chair, reading a newspaper. The man was old, from some Latin-European country, I guessed. He wore an orange polo shirt. He was short, and he was good looking, but he also looked kind of mean and rude. Another old man was sitting at the end of a couch, directly to the first old man's right. This man was a little taller, pale skinned, a little overweight, and bald.

I looked away from the old men. I figured that now that I'd stopped humming, the man would also stop humming. But he only began to hum even louder! I was like he was trying to annoy me, rather than trying to say anything about how I'd been humming too loud. I was getting kind of mad, because the guy just kept humming louder and louder and more and more off key.

But, finally, the second old man said, "Look! You don't like it when people do things like that? Then don't do those kinds of things yourself!"

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was walking along either a sidewalk or a concrete walkway on a bridge at night. The night was really clear, and the sky was blue with moonlight.

A group of girls walked behind me. I don't think I ever saw them clearly. But I had the impression they were all blonde and pretty. I feel like they might have been dressed up in business clothes. But they also might have been in casual jeans, shirts, and jackets.

The girls were all talking about a specific person's love life. They seemed to be trying to get a guy and a girl to hook up with each other. But they were talking about one of the person having too many issues and messing things up. I don't really know if they were talking about the guy or the girl.

The sidewalk curved around somehow and went along the side of some concrete wall. It ramped up, as if leading up to a bridge. There was now a lot of snow on the ground, though the sky was still clear.

Some of the women passed me. They still seemed to be talking about the match they were trying to make. As the girls passed me, I wondered if they hadn't stayed behind me all that time because they'd wanted me to talk to them.

There was still one girl behind me. She said, "You know why I love these new shoes for the snow? Because then I can walk around in the snow, and it's not difficult at all!" I may have thought it was a little nerdy for the girl to brag about her new snow shoes while everybody else was talking about this matchmaking attempt.

The girl went off the left side of the concrete path, onto a bank of snow. She passed me while walking through the bank of snow. She then walked back toward the path, maybe two or three meters in front of me now. But as she approached the path, she tripped. She fell down right in front of me.

Dream #2

I was walking down a kind of lonely sidewalk on a sunny day. I was in a kind of old-looking part of a big town, with cobblestone streets and wide, brick buildings.

There was a really old, Asian man behind me, about twenty meters away. For some reason I had turned around to look at him. A young, black man, not really tall, but kind of broad and muscly, came up to the Asian man. The black man had a big, thick beard that only went around his jaw line. The man wore a big set of headphones and wore a red t-shirt.

The black man said, "Assalamu alaikum" to the Asian man and then quietly started asking the man questions and pointing toward me, as if the questions were about me. But as soon as the black man saw that I had seen him asking questions about me, he stopped talking. He then quickly thanked the Asian man and walked away.

I felt like if the black man had been asking questions about me, he had been following me. So I was going to find out what was going on. I saw the man go into some corner-set brick building that looked like a restaurant. So I headed toward that restaurant.

It was only a few seconds from the time the man went into the restaurant to the time I actually approached the door. But the man was already walking out of the restaurant -- except this time, he didn't have the huge beard around his jawline. He looked at me and pretended not to know me. He rushed past me and crossed a street, toward a block with a huge, grass fille vacant lot.

I followed the man across the street, calling out to him, "Yep! Yep!" As he hurried away, as if to let him know I knew he had been following me all along.

1. I'm attending Cincinnati Opera's production of "The Magic Flute." It seems to take place in a great hall instead of the traditional auditorium, and our seats have rather bad views. However, the ambiance is very nice, a candlelit affair. Plates of food are brought out with appropriate themes for every aria, and each patron is given a book with explanatory notes to the action.

2. I'm playing in a chess tournament at the local library, and I manage to win the whole event. I get $100 from a large roll of cash as my reward; I notice that there are ticket stubs and coupons attached to the end of the roll as well. I start to browse the library, which has recently expanded its collection to include food and wine. Little samples can be "checked out" for tasting purposes. I sample a decent white wine, and as I do the old lady who organized the chess tourney asks me to complete her bridge foursome. I'm reluctant, but I eventually agree and text my mom that I'll be late to meet her.

i am in a giant warehouse store, like mardens or renys...cheap versions of walmart. dollar store kind of place.

its all in an attic of some building, or maybe i'm just on the top levels. i have to duck kind of to walk around. i can't see the other ends of the room, just where i am. it goes on forever, it seems.

i walk into a few offshoot rooms from this main one. i enter one and the expansiveness is overwhelming. i have to get on my hands and knees to walk around because of how low the ceiling is. i romp around the room and then notice its completely empty. am i supposed to be here? there are three or four employees getting ready to fill it in, marking where the shelving will be. they suddenly glare at me and i turn away.

i notice a police car is parked in here. how? we're in an attic! i begin to become aware but this causes me to lose balance. i tumble toward the car and then notice there's another one. its a dark purple sports car. i am about to fall into it and i'm afraid it has an alarm. it doesn't, and when i hit it i balance out, no awareness. i leave this room.

there is so much SHIT. i want to leave. instead of stairs, i look thru the railway and down at the first floor. i overhear a conversation between a lady who works register and a guy. he has a gun and is going to shoot himself. she calms him down and he leaves. "you just wanted to do that to say you escaped, didn't you" she said.

i jump from the railway, bouncing off the different levels inbetween the attic and the ground floor until i'm safely down. i leave following the guy. the exit of the store is made of plastic wrap

i take a fake gun and point it at my head as i walk away. i don't know why.

outside the store is a pawn shop on wheels. there is a huge crowd around the vendor. its a pretty cool set up, a glass case, five tier shelf system and the guy runs it all in a booth with wheels.

everyone is fighting to see a particular object. i take this time to scope whats for sale. my eyes are drawn to a stone plate with a carved spider in the center and a matching spoon two shelves down with a fox on it. on the very bottom shelf is some kind of case/bank that is a wooden carved whale. its huge and pretty magnificent.

the vendor caters to all the customers and then takes the whale out for me. i want to tell heather about this. the vendor talks to me about it for awhile and then says they are having a frequency display later and i should come. i agree to.

i go with a friend to visit someone until then. we have to adventure into deep swamp forest land. after we visit our friend (no recollection of this happening), we have to get back to town. we get lost and go in circles on roads made of floating bridges over swamp hundreds of feet below us. the bridges are made of wood planks five feet apart. its all very difficult but we make it back.

its darker out now (my mind usually doesn't transition/follow days like this!). theres a crowd of muslims around the pawn shop display, looking at dozens of tuning forks layed out all around. thats cool....i guess. i go over to the actual shop and notice that everything is now in a box and inside the box is a comb. people flick the combs and they vibrate a specific frequency, the same frequency that the object is supposed to be on. some are really low and some are high, in between, etc etc. i don't know if it means anything to be higher or lower.

12.06.2011

Dream I Forgot About (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I don't even know how to start this dream.
Originally, Watto and I were talking. Everyone was taking photos, I think it was the formal, or just after the formal, everyone was dressed in suits and dresses. Seeing as I didn't go, I was dressed in short jeans and a black singlet. The setting was a blue rooms with blue curtains, there was an area was for like, photoshooting.

Then it skipped to the front of the building, I was putting shoes on. It was daytime. There were go karts on the driveway (it was a long-ass driveway.) John and I shared a go kart, he was driving and I was sitting at the back. We were like, racing. John and I were in the lead and the rest were trying to attack us/box us and whatever you do where you try to attack someone on a go-kart.
On the back of the go-kart, i had a kind of cannon. It was situated between my legs of where I sat, and my chair spun around. To shoot the cannon, i placed my finger over where the bullet shot out of and then pressed down. A small, black ball shot out, when it hit something, it blew up. Pretty gnarly for a go-kart.
We reached a bridge, and then John and I skidded to a halt, Tokyo Drift style. I woke up

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6-20-2011

Type: Regular Dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Another marathon dream. No I have never run a marathon or even jogged. Not sure what the subconscious is trying to say yet.

I was outside on a road with car speeding by, the road was just were it was going to start being a bridge of a good size going over a wide turbulent river. There were a group of people hanging around looking cold in the winter wind. I wasn't cold at all but was wondering why these people were standing around if it was so cold.

A woman about 43 years old looking like the typical housewife, white, brown hair above the shoulder, overly caffeinated. Then out of the blue she yelled,
"HI EVERYONE! I'm glad your all here! OK lets get our marathon on!"

I knew I could run across a medium length bridge it might take me 10 or 15 minutes, no big deal.

Then the pack of people I was in started running up stares up on to the arch of the bridge that the cables hang off of! There was a platform we all gathered on before we ran across the arch single file. We ran to one side and came back but I was not hardly lucid at all and is quite fuzzy but when I came back I longed for the platform so much I started to get some of my lucidity back.

I lunged for the handrail on the platform, it was so high up are these people crazy!? And there was no safety harness! I saw some old timer running and he looked unconcerned so I let the concern go.

We then were back at a work room where we were making some kind of arts and decorations for our parade. I gethered some arts stuff randomly and stood there, with a small pile of arts and craft stuff, thinking how I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.

I woke and grumbled "marathon dream."
What are you trying to tell me subconscious?


Why calmly climb a bridge when you can run haphazardly over it?

It was very late at night, everything was very dark, and there was only small amounts of light projected from yellow lamps. It was some sort of sleep over to get together and try and improve our lucid powers, or something of the sort. The room was large, had a slanted roof, and there were bunk beds. Two of the teachers from my school came in and yelled at us for trying it, and telling us that it was a bad idea and irresponsible. I then remember being scared of something dark, like a shadow in my hallway which was just outside the room. I think this connects to the next dream, somehow. There is a large gap missing, though.

There was some kind of tournament about water guns and toys. The beginning of this is missing to me, but I know we were completing challenges of some sort. We were standing a platform like a bridge, over the top of a large pool, illuminated with green pool lights. I believe the objective of this test was to jump off the bridge and into the water (I remember SOMEONE jumping into the water). Watto or Toby was spending the time here with Michelle, who was dating someone else at the time, and the other was quite angry about it, and stormed off in the other direction, to my right, away from the edge of the platform. I don't remember jumping in, I think I loitered here for a while. The dream skips, and I have glimpses of walking a long a very dark field of grass. It reminds me a lot of school camp a few years ago.

The dream skips again, and now it is day, almost as though it was morning, the sun was shining through the trees very nicely. It was reminiscent of my friend Cameron's backyard, but slightly different. Everyone had waterguns, and were spraying each other with them. Even though it was morning, the water wasn't cold, and was quite pleasant. A lot of people were there, and Hamish sprayed me in the face with a large gun, or the hose. Jake thought he had a watergun, but turned out he had found a lawn sprinkler instead, and everyone laughed. This is where the dream ends.


Starting to notice a lot of my dreams contain references to water, perhaps a possible dream sign.

In the time I was having this dream, my friend f0rceez became lucid for the first time, and managed to teleport to me in his dream by thinking about my aura the way Hyu described. He found me standing next to a brick wall, with Toby, one of the people in my dream, who walked away when he arrived. He held his hand over his face to cover one eye, to draw my attention to the image of an eye, the symbol I use to remind myself to RC. I simply laughed at him, in his dream.

The image of the brick wall also appeared in my other friend's first lucid dream when they tried to find me, and I woke up that night with no recall of a dream, but the image of a brick in my mind.

Can anyone offer some advice as to what the brick wall may represent? I've been worried about having 2 days of no recall, and going 12 days without a lucid dream, but the wall appearing in two people's dreams associated with me? Perhaps I need to break it down.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in something like an atrium, at the foot of an escalator, with a big crowd of people. The atrium was gigantic. The walls were made of glass, and they let in the deep blue sky and sunlight, though somehow shaded, maybe because the glass was tinted slightly. The escalator was also enormous.

Bill Clinton stood near me in the crowd. We may actually have been walking near each other as we had gone down some corridor to get to the atrium. Clinton was wearing a pink polo shirt and kind of pale blue jeans. As we stood before the escalator he said something historical about the atrium, and possibly about the bridge outside the atrium. The bridge was likely the Brooklyn Bridge.

I thought the stuff Clinton was saying was pretty interesting. I tried to stand closer to him as we all went up the escalator. But I felt like I was being annoying, so I kind of backed away from him. We got up to the top of the escalator. There was a small landing and then another, smaller escalator. I think I took the opportunity of this landing to back even farther away from Clinton, to be less annoying.

Somehow I ended up out on the Brooklyn Bridge. The bridge was colossal. I could only see portions of it as I traveled under it, either via car or subway. The road was covered in dark shadow.

I was then on a subway train that was running above ground. This eventually turned into a bus. There were only two other passengers on the bus: both were male friends of mine. We, or they, also knew the bus driver. He was driving us through a kind of quiet part of town, like some area far out in Queens or farther out on Long Island. The sun was shining orange-yellow like it was early morning.

The guys and the bus driver were talking back and forth with each other. The bus driver finally asked me, "Hey, should I be dropping you off at the college with these guys?" I couldn't think of any reason why I'd be going to the college, but I didn't want to disappoint the guy by saying no. I may have been really curled up in a seat, so that my knees were against the back of the seat in front of me.

Dream #2

I was in a department store with Oprah Winfrey. We stood at the end of a bunch of clothing displays, at a wall which was a window looking down at some other section of the building of which the department store was a part. There were maybe one or two other people around us.

We finished watching some event down below. I turned to Oprah and thanked her forf inviting me to this event. She was very friendly, but I don't think she said anything. She was gone.

I walked away from the window. I was probably heading out of the store. I saw a black woman looking through some clothing.The woman's back was turned to me. But, for some reason, I thought she was Oprah. So I walked up to her and said, "Oprah, I just want to thank you again for reminding me about this event. If it hadn't been for you--"

But now the woman turned around. She was really short and round. She had very dark skin, and she wore dark sunglasses. She looked pretty mean! She wore a pale denim jacket, jeans, and hat. She yelled at me, "Why are you calling me Oprah? Just because I'm black, I have to be Oprah?"

I was scared, and I backed off pretty quick. I didn't know how to respond. I kind of forgot whether I'd thought the person I'd thought the woman was was Oprah or my old friend and co-worker, CL. I figured it must have been CL, even though I couldn't remember her name. But she didn't look like the mean woman either.

I had walked back to the window I had stood at with Oprah. I think I had figured out that CL had reminded me about this event, and that I had met Oprah there. I figured that if I really wanted to thank CL, I could write her a letter. I either held a letter really close to my face or saw a letter in my mind's eye. The letter was on notebook paper, in pencil, and in really big, loose, scrawly handwriting. I may finally have seen CL's name.

Dream #3

I was in a bedroom in the dark. There was, for some reason, a towel rack right near the light switch. It was my blue towel. In the dim light I saw a bug crawling across the towel. The bug was either a smallish roach or a gigantic bed bug. I was really grossed out, and I wanted to see what kind of bug it was before I killed it.

So I stepped back and flicked a switch on a small wall a couple feet away and in front of the bedroom door. The bedroom light bulb flickered, popped, and went out. To solve this problem, I walked a little bit into the room and pulled a string from the ceiling to turn the light on. The only thing that happened was a little bit of plaster falling on my head.

So I went to the closet to see if I could find a light bulb or some other source of light. I flicked a light switch in the closet, but it didn't turn on, either. But then, somehow, I found some source of light. This light source became like a light bulb inside the closet.

I was looking directly into the top shelf of the closet. There were a lot of lamps, all arranged as if in a shop. The lamps were all small, wooden, on a square base, with a candle-like, wooden cylinder running up about 8cm and ending in the metallic fixture for the bulb.

I grabbed a couple of these, figuring that if I placed these lamps strategically, I could get decent light in the room, though not so much light as I'd get if I had the ceiling ligjht working.

I then saw behind the lamps. There were all kinds of canned foods -- things like SPAM, cocktail weiners, and corned beef hash. I might have seen other provisions. I suddenly realized that whoever had put this room together had put it together as a kind of shelter in case of some kind of disaster, possibly including nuclear war.

Dream #4

I was sitting at a table and eating with my friend H. The table and the lighting of the room remind me of a fast food restaurant or a cafeteria in a place like a school. We may have been eating something like fries and mayonnaise.

H said, "You talk about -----'s (can't remember) movies so much, as if you were such a big fan of Japanese film. But when was the last time you actually went to the theatre to watch a Kurosawa film?"

For some reason I kept getting ----- confused with Ozu. But this director was much more recent. But I also wanted to tell H that I actually had seen Kurosawa films lately. I may have had images from Ran and The Hidden Fortress in my head, though I couldn't actually get their titles correct.

I may have felt, in some way or another, like I was shrinking, or maybe hunching over more and more.

This one was a few nights ago and I only just got around to putting it up today.

Alrighty sooooo.... frst thing I can remember in this one is being in a street full of people and it felt like we were all waiting for something. There was someone standing next to me on top of a car looking into the distance down the road. She was saying something like "Oh my God... It's... it's...". At this moment a wall of water appears coming towards us and the person says "ITS A MONSSOOOOOOOOONN". (Yes I know this is the wrong word but this is what she said). Well the "monsoon" never actually ht us because I went into another part of my dream, completely different this time. I was on some sort of mountainside path with one of my real life friends talking about something when we heard sounds coming from a cave that was hidden from sight to our right. We went in and there was a girl crying near the far end of the cave, about 10 feet from the entrance. There were mines all over the floor like the ones in the worms games (little green things with red lights on top). By this time my friend had basically disappeared. I tried to run over to the girl to see what was wrong and ended up getting blown up by the mines (completely painlessly) and got teleported back to the mouth of the cave. Next I was on some kind of metal bridge that was abouth 3 feet wide with 2 other people. Well it wasnt really a bridge it was more like a giant triangle tube and the walls and floor werent solid it had gaps in it. Also it was suspended above a 18 lane superhighway. And one of the people in it with us was on a motorbike. We had got about halfway along when my mind decided this wa too boring and went into another dream. I can't remember where this next part fit in. I was on a really thin stone bridge that went over a river and just ended without getting to the other side. There was Dr Cox from Scrubs on the end in the lake, Dumbledore or Gandalf or someone on the other end and me in the middle. Pretty random seeing as I haven't seen Harry Potter or LOTR in give or take 6 years.But hey what can you do. So Dr Cox's part of the bridge falls off and plummets into the water. It all goes really fuzzy here but I remember turning around and there were looads of people cheering and clapping on some kind of raised platform. They were all being push from behind and some were falling off the platform and into the lake. Alright last dream here: I was in another cave but this one was alot bigger than the other one. There were around 50 other people in there, some I knew, some I didn't. The walls of the cave started melting as if they were made of chocolate or something and somene yells "MUDSLIDE" (Seriously why can't my DCs get their natural disasters right?) Mostn of us escape the cave on foot but I look back and see one of my old friends who I don't talk to much anymore still inside the cave. So, of course, I fly in and save him. Standard :L. Now on my pad here I've written down "gunfight". I can't remember this which is unfortunate because a gunfight would have been siiiiiick.

no_limits

I'm in my car, on my way to Stocky.
I want a roll up but obviously, i can't because i'm driving. So, i pull up around the corner. And then i'm in some kind of shelter, sat down, having a cig on some really big road bridge. It was busy, anyway, but more and more people start coming in- young people and families.
Then the location changer to someone's house. This guy is chatting up this girl. And for some reason, i make him a brew.
Then me and Am are talking. I light a cig for her. Then the random girl that the guy had being trying to chat up changed to her. I start teasing her about being chatted up by this guy.

The dreams starts off with a bunch of people there. I don't recognize most of them, but there's one guy who is one of my friends who is on my racing team, and then a girl. The only other people besides these two that I know are the members of the Scooby Doo gang who are, of course, racing in their Mystery Machine. I was very excited because somehow my friends and I had managed to befriend a dragon to be our racing machine. Somebody starts the race and we begin racing across various parts of the world, including a long, low wooden bridge built over very murky water, and a large area of forest.

Most of the dream consists of just as racing. My group was in first place until we got back to the bridge area, which was the last stretch. Somehow our dragon had hurt its wing and we ended up crashing into the water. I saw my dragon race away back to where it came from under the water and I waved goodbye to it before I sunk to the bottom of the liquid. It was strange what I saw. Lined up along the edge right before the area ended were what looked like seriously freaky garden gnomes all the way across. As soon as I touched the bottom, one came at me and grabbed me, saying something about how because I had come to some Otherworld, my soul would have to be taken from my body. I grabbed a Skeleton that was at the bottom of the water and managed to trick the Gnome into thinking that the soul of this already deceased person was much better than mine, and I swam away back to the surface. I woke up just as I began to climb back onto the dock and I saw that our team had still won first place.

DELETED

18.01.2011

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was walking on a very high stone bridge over water towards some stone ruins when some asian kid (In the dream he is my classmate although I don't know him in real lfe) pushes me back and tells me that he deserves to go first because he has the best grades in class and I only have second best. Since he was being a dick I threw him back and entered the ruins first. The same thing happened again and he told me that I had to let him pass because his parents owned some stuff. I didn't and he got angry and threw that stuff into the water. Then he made a run for it and reached the entrance before me but he just sat there to laugh at me and I managed to enter first. Then I leveled up and had to choose a new ability. There was double healing, awaken potential and some others (I've been playing valkyria chronicles...)

This was related to an erlier part of the dream that I can't quite remember when I spent my time in the ruins doing cool stuff and leveling up instead of racing the chinese kid.

I was at my church with the Pathfinders. The leader was the main focus of my dream for some reason. After just standing around not doing much, we suddenly decided that we had to get in the car and go somewhere. After a short memory gap of our leader just driving, we were suddenly in the middle of Sydney with sky-scrapers all around.

The road in front of us suddenly went up almost vertically, and we were driving up it like normal. Kind of like Inception, but it was only the road, and it didn't curl over. We went really high up, but not above the buildings. The other side only had a small decline.

Suddenly I was outside the car, and lucid. I found myself standing in a marketplace like Chinatown. I rubbed my hands together (a personal favourite of mine) and kept doing so while walking down the narrow market lane. The kept on rubbing my hands, until my dream became so vivid that I could taste the city air. The small market buildings were bright yellow.

I decided I was stable enough to start flying without waking up accidentally. I sort of jumped, and I floated up onto a roof. I ran along the roofs and leap/floated over the gaps. At one point I had to jump really hard to get onto a 4-storey building, but when I did, I almost felt like I wasn't going to stop flying upwards (like in old dreams from years ago) and continue into space. But just before the panic broke in, I simply dropped back down and onto the roof. *PHEW*

I felt a bit of adrenaline, which can wake you up, but it didn't. I was standing at the beginning of the Sydney Harbour Bridge, although it was much smaller. I started thinking about what I was going to do. I thought about the advanced Task of the Month, the one about Whoville, but I thought "Meh, screw it!" and decided I was going to dream-visit the people on my list who have asked me to make them lucid through a Shared Dream. I was about to spin...

And my parents yelled too loudly, I woke up and actually spun in my bed, it was so fast.

After remembering no dreams for many months, I finally have not only a dream, but a long and detailed dream.


This dream starts off in a huge grocery store filled with fresh produce. Some of the aisles and sections of the store are dirt patches that are growing the actual produce. There are many young people working the fields and organizing the aisles as the place has just opened for the first time. The owner, a middle aged man in deniem overalls and a green plaid shirt is at the entrance of the store brainstorming several ideas about making this unique store more accessable and interactive with customers, like letting them harvest their own produce and things like that. There were many interesting and varied ideas but I have forgotten what most of them were.

I enter the store and beeline for the potatoe patch near the front. I have a basket with me and fill it with dirt and then place a line of potatoes, slanted diagonally, on the top, before coving them with dirt. I head for the cola aisle but I cannot get through because many cases of cola have fallen on the floor in a big pile and are blocking the way. All of the cola cases were coloured purple but it was diet colda, not grape cola, that were in the boxes. A bored looking young man is there slowing restacking the boxes but he seems very unenthusiastic about his job and ignores me when I ask if there is another way to get around the pile.

I head back to the front of the store to look at some more vegatables but something happens (I cannot remember what now) which triggers by post-traumatic stress and I fall on my back to the floor. I am conscious, but paralyzed with fear and unresponsive to the curious crowd that gathers around me. No one makes any effort to help me and one young man takes a picture with his camera phone before two young woman enter the store, see what is going on, and carry me to a more secluded spot to recover. I can hear them talking and for some reason they know exactly what has happened to me and know all about my past and post-traumatic stress. One of the young woman is dressed in a "goth" style while the other is dressed like a punk rocker. Though I do not recognize them from anyone I know in real life, in the dream I felt very close to them like I had known them for a long time.

The dream scene changes and it is suddenly night time and we are on a hill, under a broken and abandoned railway bridge in a small town that I do not recognize. The two girls and I are still together but we have grown younger by about eight to ten years and are now children, even though we are still dressed the same. The three of us are street children and are playing amdist the abandoned scaffolding once put up in an effort to repair the bridge, a project long since abandoned. We are not the ony homeless children in the area as there are many running around, but my two friends and I are "new" and don't really know any of the other children yet. Despite being alone in the dark, we are playing carefree. I am on the hill, under some scaffording near the traintracks when a bright light down the tracks catches my attention. I can see the headlight of a large locomotive making its way over the horizon towards the broken bridge. I can see the outline of a long train behind the light, can hear the rumble of the engine, and feel the shaking of the ground, but no one else can see the train and they continue to play as if nothing is there. I become terrified and my post-traumatic stress kicks in and I fall to the ground paralyzed with fear like I did back in the farm grocery store. I do not consciously think it in the dream but I can sense that the approaching ghost train represents something dark from my past and that is what triggers my pts, not the thought of the trains crashing on the broken bridge.

Some children gather around me, including my two friends, but this time they do not realize what is wrong with me. They try to rouse me with teasing and stuff but I am completely paraylayzed, though I am concious and can see and hear everything around me, and I cannot respond. As the train that no one else can see gets closer my feelings of terror and dread grows. As the train passes group of teenagers wanders in from somewhere and one of the boys in the group takes a picture of me laying on the ground because I am so unresponsive and pale that he thinks I am dead. He and his friends are laughing about all the damn homeless kids in the area but the children get defensinve and chase off the teenagers afterwards by ganging up and throwing rocks and debris. As the teens run off the ghost train hits the broken bridge and crashes into the river below, taking half of the bridge with it. I can see, hear and feel everything and it is so overwhelming that I feel like my soul is being extinguished by the terrifying experience. Though the other children could not see or hear the train approaching it suddenly becomes real to them as it crashes into the bridge and they all flee in terror from the twisting metal and train cars piling up on one another under the bridge.

My eyes finally close and I think I pass out or die from fright but I can still hear and feel the train crashing into the river. When what seems like an eternity of the ground violently shaking and the sound of screaming metal finally passes and I open my eyes and can finally move my body again. My friends and some other children are gathered around me trying to wake me up and they want to know why I passed out. I look around and the train is gone and the bridge is back to the way it was before the crash. The night is quiet and still and there is no evidence that there was a train at all. My friends said that I was playing under the scafforlding when I suddenly passed out and they could not wake me for several minutes. Though there is now no train or any physical evidence of it I know my experience of it was real because the memory of it is so vivid in my mind and the numbing terror that I felt is still lingering in my heart and body.

There is a bit more to this dream, something about riding the tops of cars around town, stealing food, and three fire engines driving off or crashing into the broken train bridge, but the details have become to blurred and I cannot remember them.