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I woke up enough to hit the snooze button, then fell back to sleep while thinking of being bulletproof. I went right into a dream where I was imagining my clothes were bulletproof. Temporarily I went into a 3rd person view and it was like a test scenario where 3 bullets hitting my shirt could not penetrate it. It seemed like my clothes would be effective if I happend to get shot by someone. As I enter first person view, I notice that the dream scenery is a bank setting. The natural instinct is to rob the place of course, why else would I be here? There are several tellers behind their bullet proof glass. I head to the nearest one. He asks "can I help you?" I say "shut up and give me all the money. And don't hit the button." The idiots eyes go wide and he is just standing there just pressing the button, I could tell. He thinks he is safe behind there. Jumping up, I kick the pane of bullet proof glass out of its moorings. It flies over his head and hits the wall behind him. It missed him, so I ended up choking him while telling the next teller who was a woman to not be stupid and just get the money out. She just stands there, while pressing the alarm. Just keep pressing the alarm, it doesn't really matter, I'm thinking. I'd have a few minutes to get ready for any cops who showed up to shoot at me. At this point I'm unarmed, but I start out by imagining I'm wearing a tool belt. Reaching down I grab a hammer from the right side of the belt, and take out the other 2 tellers with it.

As I was heading into the back room where the vault was, mummys start appearing. Thinking nothing of it, I start killing them with my hammer. There was about 10 dead mummys before I awoke. There seemed to be an unending supply of them, for as I killed one, another would come through the door.

01/11/2011
"Turf War"

I was in a hotel, I believe. My mom and Cierra were there. Mom had come out of the room, in a pair of roller blades and a black spandex outfit. She had lost a lot of weight and looked amazing. (She has been working out really hard, lately.) She told me that she was going for a skate and asked if Cierra and I wanted to tag along. I remember just being really proud of her and not being able to believe how much younger she looked.

Later, we were all walking through the hood. I had eventually become lucid, but I don't actually remember how or when. At some point, we came across a large gang milling around, outside of a house. They told us they were preparing for a war, and that a rival gang was coming to their block, to try to take over. They were pretty much recruiting everyone that could, to help fight, and since I was lucid, I figured what the hell.

Along came the insurgency. An enormous group of hoodlums came walking up the street, toward us. I didn't exactly count, but there were definitely 50 or more; tightly packed together, so that they all fit between the curbs of the two-lane street. Immediately, I broke ahead of "my own" gang, and started stalking toward them - smiling. I belted out something along the lines of :"Are you motherfuckers crazy?? You all have no idea what's about to happen, do you??" They didn't even give me the courtesy of a response. They simply opened fire. I continued walking forward, the bullets slamming into me me with all the brute force of pebbles at a concrete wall. I was calmly closing the gap between us, silently reveling in the can of whoop-ass I was about to open on these clowns. Suddenly, from off to my left, a huge dog came sprinting in toward me. I don't figure that it belonged to any of the other gang members, but that it was just a neighborhood stray. Before I could even react, it snapped it's jaws down on my right hand, pulling and tugging at me with the total force of it's body-weight. It really didn't hurt very much, but I couldn't ignore the raw power that was behind the rest of the dog. Even though I knew I was dreaming, and had dissociated from the biting sensation on my hand as best I could, the dog was still causing me to stumble back and almost trip over myself, trying to get free.

I don't remember anything after that.