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I was walking up the stairs in a skyscraper. It was dark, old place, looking like it was built in IX century. Suddenly I realised that this is a dream. There was a group of DCs going up. I shouted "I need to check something outside!" and ran down the stairs to reception.

The reception was empty. There were old vending machines near benches, an empty flower pot and receptionist workplace. I opened the door outside. It was cold, starless and moonless night. There were people in hoodies standing all around the entrance, waiting until they can enter the building.

I jogged through some alleys and empty streets, until I found myself on a square in front of a medical center. I wanted to go inside, but seeing that the doors were closed I had to find another way in. I ran towards the wall, but I couldn't phase through it.

I made a nose RC. It was strange, but it worked, so I was sure this is my dream. I tried to pull my hand through the wall, but it couldn't phase through. I just touched the cold, concrete wall. Suddenly someone from the crowd, that wanted to enter the center too, shouted: "Hey! You!"

I turned around and saw a bully from my old school. I knew what were his intentions, and couldn't stop myself from charging at him. I tried to strike him with my fists two times, but he dodged and counter-attacked successfully. He started to laugh, as if I just followed his plan.

I was preparing for another attack, but suddenly another DC ran towards us and shouted "Stop!" But she was too late. As I tried to strike again, I've lost lucidity and woke up.

In the darkness

I was in some kind of a hotel. I was walking through the dark hallway. My flashlight gave faint light, and I could see only blurred, dark shapes in front of me. Then, I saw Bloody Mary standing near the doors, and staring at me. I was afraid to move closer, but I did it, and saw that it was just a confused girl. I asked where my room, number 182 is. She said that it's right here, but when I looked at the door it was 246. We were frightened, as someone changed numbers in each room.

Fighting the bully

I went to the car sale. There were many vechicles, new, old, even those I seen before. When walking slowly, watching it all in awe, I was attacked by my old bully. He insulted me, and then a strange man appeared from the wall and punched him. He wasn't hurt though. I started to fight, but my punches were really weak. I then chosen to hurt him by scratching, but then I felt the scratches, and saw that in fact, I was fighting with myself.

Someone was making a new version of Lord of the Rings. it was turning out horrible. The orcs were basically people dressed up in chimpanzee suits. Sauron was a huge ugly monster and he had a wife. He ate his own spit.

I was sent to live in a bookstore. There was an all-boys' section. As sort of a personality test and to see if I had what it took to live there I had to fight a Pokémon boss battle. I did horribly. Some obese teenager pushed me over from behind. I remember being a bit surprised by that.

A screaming man came riding over a hill on a tractor and started shooting maniacally at me with a machine gun. I ducked underneath a car for protection and started saying my prayers.

Dream

I'm at a UFC event, watching Uriah Faber fighting an unknown person. Both fighters are grappling and Uriah gets the better of the exchange and wins the fight. There's a bit of a story behind the two. They're both in the marine corp and they both wanted to see who was the tougher marine. I think they had fought before and had a bit of mutual respect for one another, but still didn't like one another.

Uriah is getting interviewed in the cage after the fight. He tells the reporter that his opponent has grown on him. I think he even started liking the guy.
They now interview the opponent and he doesn't hold back with his words. He tries to bring down Uriah by mentioning that he used to fight in fixed fights. Uriah responds and tells him that it was a common thing back in the day. The crowd find it disrespectful of the opponent to say such a thing after a fight, and majority of the people (myself included) on the floor area closest to the cage, leave the arena to show support to Uriah. I don't leave the arena but take a seat near the back. I see my brother and he's talking to a female that's got a sleeve tattoo on her arm. I think he knows this girl. She has a unique style of tattoos on her. Brother gets a marker and begins placing dots on her arms.
I start to intentionally annoy the man behind me. He talks back to me in another language and I ask him what that even means. His buddy sticks up for him starts having a to at me, talking in another language also. I could figure out a few words, which were stop it. I listen to him and agree to stop what I was doing.
I look to my left and notice that there's a cafeteria with fruits and vegetables.

I make my way back towards the front of the arena where the seats are still empty. I take advantage of this and choose any seat I like. I try a seat but find it's a little too close to the action. I notice my brother and Daryl are with me and they are pretty happy with the seats.
I ask some people around me if these seats are reserved and they say yes.

A female likes me, and says she will call me. At first I was f sure if she was meaning that I was going to call her or she call me.

Dream fragment

Josh says he's taking a girl out on a date.

My friend and I go into a bar with a monk we both know. My friend orders a sandwich and a few drinks. I look up at the menu, but can't read it clearly because I haven't done my eye exercises. I look back and the monk has disappeared, no where to be found. I look up at the menu again, trying to decide what to get as I wait for someone to come back to the counter to let me order. I decide I'll just get whatever is in the top left corner, I don't really care what it is.

As the cashier comes back, a group of people come into the bar and cut in front of me. A few of them give their order, then I step in front to place mine next. A really tall strong guy shoves me aside telling me he's next in line. I tell him "I was here first"
"Do you want to fight about it?" He asks.
"I don't want to fight" I tell him, and just walk over to the other cash register where no one is in line at all. I look back and see the big guy air boxing, throwing some really hard punches that look like they would kill me.

Another guy comes over to this second cash register and shoves me aside asking, "Do you think you could beat me up?"

Even though I'm pretty sure I could beat him up, I tell him, "No, you're stronger than I am, there's no way I could beat you up". Before I can finish my sentence, he puts his finger in my mouth. I'm really tempted to bite down on it really hard, but don't really want to get into a fight, so I just wait a few seconds and he takes it out. Then he starts calling me all kinds of mean names, trying to make me mad and start a fight.

Ignoring his taunts, I place my order, "Whatever is in the top left of your menu up there" as I point to the hanging menu. Loud music has replaced the two men who were trying to fight me, and it is hard to speak loud enough to order. The cashier then tries to give me a bunch of chicken, fried chicken patties, and other types of chicken. I don't really want it, but accept two of them anyway.

My friend hasn't gotten his sandwich yet, so I go over to join him as we wait for our food.

The earliest part I can remember, I was in another dimension that was filled with elementals (they looked human, but they had specific powers). There was also a hierarchy among these elementals and their leader was kind of a dick. I eventually got out of the dimension, and I took power with me.

Back in the normal dimension, there were no powerful people like me so I didn't abuse my powers too much. There was one big bully that kept trying to rape me, and he knew I had powers. I knew that he had to be killed but I didn't want to do it. There were a bunch of people staying over at my house and there were 4 women that were staying in the same, small room. At this point I was lucid somehow and I felt mischievous. I turned invisible, sneaked into their room, and hid in a place that none of them would walk nearby and accidentally touch me. Skip forward 5 minutes later and we were all having a giant orgy. I was on top of one girl, she was eating another girl out, one girl was on my back, and the last girl was just watching while touching herself.

We were interrupted by someone that said they all had to leave immediately to go pick someone up. Sad. I went outside and it was night, there were a couple people walking their dogs. I thought about what I should do now, then woke up.

Back in the same dream again, was lucid immediately. The storyline from before was back on, but this time everybody had powers. I got into a car with a guy and a girl that were my dream buddies and we left to confront the bully. We arrived instantly, but in the dream it felt like a long drive. Inside the bully's house was my dream sister, never met her before. My friends went off to explore the rest of the house while I dealt with the bully. I told my dream sister to leave and he insinuated that she had been sucking his cock with the traditional sucking of the cock hand gesture. I was about to have an epic super power battle with him when one of my buddies cried out, "David!!! Help!!!!!!". I ran upstairs towards the sound and found my friend stuck against a wall, near the ceiling. The bully's father was sitting on a very high chair (about 15 feet up). The bully's father was holding my friend against the wall with telekinesis and was drowning him internally. I made the chair disintegrate into dust particles as I calmly walked over to him. I turned my flesh into stone, created a giant anti-magic force-field around myself, and turned up my strength 10 fold. He tried to throw fireballs and lightning at me. He tried to make me fly against the wall with my friend but none of it would work because of my force-field. I got in his face, grabbed him by the throat and threw him on the ground, hard. Then I snapped his neck with one, simple movement of my hands. My friend fell to the ground and laid there, unconscious. I breathed life into him and could feel his lungs expand and collapse as though they were mine. He coughed up this brownish-yellow bile but still wasn't moving. I listened closely and could hear him breathing. Dream ended, woke up.

I dream about a man... he is fairly wealthy, he's a respected lawyer. He's tall, with pale skin, blue eyes and very short blond hair. Something happens - he has a mental breakdown, or something - and he loses his job, and everything he owns, and ends up homeless.

Rather than hang around the city, where people might recognize him, he heads out into a more rural area. He's always looking for somewhere to hide in order to sleep... bushes, thick brush, etc. The landscape is very Midwest. It's harder than you'd think, partly because farmers pay attention to what's going on on their land, and partly because in order to be able to get any of the stuff he needs to survive, he still needs to stay near the highway. He's sleeping in some brush when his ex-wife recognizes him one day, and it's very uncomfortable.

He makes friends with a kid who wanders around the countryside. The kid is a little boy, also blond... he has run away from home. Even so, his family is very poor. The two of them find the dilapidated ruins of an old house. A company started building houses, but never finished them because the economy tanked and they ran out of money. A little girl lives in one of the other half-built, decaying houses.

"Their" house has graying wood siding with peeling blue paint. It has 3 floors. It's mostly unfinished, without a roof or anything, although it does have a trapdoor up to the attic. Naturally, because this is one of my dreams, the house is haunted.

The lawyer guy camps out in the attic for a while. The kid takes one of the downstairs bedrooms... despite being half-built, the house still has broken down looking beds in its bedrooms. Lawyer guy has lots of sheets of paper that he likes to arrange in stacks. After a while, the attic gets too uncomfortable because it's too haunted. The kid feels things pull on his leg all of the time. But it's shelter and sleeping out in the elements is still worse.

The kid's mom eventually shows up. She decides that maybe she'd like to buy the house and fix it up. She realizes that the lawyer guy is camping out there... he's worried about what she'll think about him hanging out with her kid, if she thinks he's dangerous, even though he cares about the kid a lot.

There's another kid, a shitty rich kid, who likes to pick on the poor kid. They have a competition involving bottle rockets, and the mean kid sabotages the poor kid's rocket. The poor kid is distraught, because making his rocket cost him a lot of money (for him).

The kid has a crush on a girl, a mutual friend of theirs... she's a bit chunky, with brown hair that goes past her shoulders. One day she starts flirting with him, kissing him, etc... he figures out she had a fight with her boyfriend (the rich kid) and she's just doing this as "revenge". He gets pissed, and tells her to get lost.

Somehow, he ends up falling down an embankment next to the house. He feels something try to shove him into the highway. He grabs onto a tree, but feels it trying to peel his fingers from around the trunk.

I wake up.

Review:
Dream clues:
- Spectator perspective
- Haunted house
- Ghost

Time Lucid - 30 seconds
Non lucid - grey text
Semi Lucid - red text
Lucid - blue text

I was in my house, but it looked different. I saw a big guy, I think it may have been Brendan McC(BM). He was on choking a guy(Guillotine choke), half the size of him, in length and width.. I had to step in and help this guy out, so I jumped on top of him and started raining elbows to his face. I felt the strikes were not as forced as I wanted them to me, but as I focused on them, I got into the rhythm and was now throwing quick elbows, trying to cut his face up.

I was now in my bed room and I was expecting BM to come in and say something to me. His friend Clint S, came into the room. He said a few things which were nice and he smiled.

I must have become aware in my dream, and did a RC by looking at my hand. I think it was smaller then usual, but wasn't convincing. I tried my nose plug for the first time in a dream and it worked perfectly. I smiled, and kept plugging my nose as It felt really cool to do.

I got up and went down the hallway. My penis got the better of me and I was looking for some females to have sex with. I started thinking about how the lucid would last for a long time (in a way, trying to convince myself). I tried turning a light on, expecting it to turn on but nothing happened.

I started to feel myself waking up. As I woke up, I could have attempted a DEILD but decided to write the dream down, as I've been on a bit of a dry spell for a week. I didn't end up writing anything down and went back to sleep. I was now in the same dream but wasn't lucid. I saw my old cat Lily come from under the bed. She looked a bit different. I patted her head and felt scabs on her head, which were a lot worse then when she had them in reality. I was pretty amazed that she was here with me, because she had ran away from our previous house. We had moved again after that.

Side note.
As the last dream ended, I attempted a DEILD. I think I left it a bit late. I saw imagery in the top left hand corner, which was pretty small. I tried focusing on the dream scene but it faded straight away (mistake, should have passively been aware of it)

Supplements: 100mg of B6
Lucid
Non-Lucid

Asian restaurant?
In this dream I was in some country in Asia, it all takes place in one room, but I do leave that room briefly. So the room is very nicely decorated in Asian decor, stuff like Chinese dragons, Gold and dark wood. Along the outside of the room there was loads of little cabinets, capable of holding two glasses with a glass panel on the front. A lot of people from my school were there the most rememberable faces were CT, BC, KR, and another kid from the year below me. In the centre of the room there was a table which had about 12 chairs going around it. All of the chairs had individual titles on the back. I remember just walking around the room, I didn't do much the main guy I was talking to was BC and we mainly made up jokes. A distinct part I remember is when CT and KR came up to me walking down the room, and said hey. I told them to go away, actually a bit worst than that which I would never do in real life. The finally bit of the dream that I recall is when the door opened and from across the corridor another room bursts open full of kids from the year below me. They all run into the room I am in, the noise level changes quite drastically. A group of them come over to a table I am sitting on. And all of them rudely tell me to get off. The leader of the group pushed my stuff out of the way, so he could sit down. I look at him in disgrace and decide to teach him a lesson I push my stuff back on to his side, which use to be mine. And he doesn't agree and decides to try to pull my arm down. In the end I beat him at everything he throws at me, so he decides to stand up. And then CM walks down the corridor, looking sad. This guy jumps up from his slacking position and runs to him. The boy is petrified and runs back into the different room. I decide to stop this guy, who I can only imagine is a bully and I ran to save CM. He shouts "what the hell!" And in the end he's running away from me. DC's don't try to take down the master

Far cry island
The next dream was set on a tropical island, very similar to the one on far cry 3. The roads are made of dirt, everyone seems to have a AK47 just out in the public and the buildings were made of junk metal. I walked into a bar, which was probably the nicest building there. I walk up the stairs to the top bit, and there's this huge window looking out on to a lake which was covered in palm trees other than the side the bar is facing. I sit down with these 3 guys in military gear, and there's this girl wearing like a leather suit, but with guns and everything. They tell me they are glad I got here, and we travel to this helicopter station, I don't know how I got there. Now I'm all dressed up in Military gear and all of us jump on to the helicopter. The views were absolutely amazing and I was sitting on the ledge of the helicopter, with out anything to hold me in. But that lead to getting the best views. There was really vibrant greens, mountains, waterfalls, crystal clear water,beaches and exotic birds. From there I can only remember getting given a gun, which looked like a M16 and getting out the helicopter.

08-23-2012 -- [All right, the title of this one is because I had a nice lucid dream this morning which I enjoyed, and would not mind repeating ... unlike the nasty, miserable, soul-crushing lucid dream I had a few days ago. (I will get that one posted eventually.) That one actually chased me away from posting dreams for a few days, it made me so miserable. Still have been dreaming, and writing them down, just haven't had the 'psychic' energy to post them for a few days.]

I am in school, sitting in a class that just ended. Everybody is gathering their stuff together, and I glance at the desk next to me, where somebody was just sitting. I think they've got graffiti all over it, but as I reach for a rag to try and force it off, it just blows away. Covered in dust. And I realize I dust this desk quite often, and somehow it is always covered in dust again.

I turn to tell Mrs. Walton [high school English teacher] but she's gone. I'm amazed how quickly she got out of there. There is a custodian who has come in to clean the room, but no teacher. As I am pondering this, Mrs. Walton comes back in, and I mention the dust, but she doesn't much care. I finish gathering my books, and walk out of the classroom.

I glance at the quad and admire the volcano (well, it is kind of a cross between a tropical volcano and Big Thunder-style rock work) and think to myself "That really looks nice ... wait a minute, that's not supposed to ... I'm dreaming!" No reality check, no questioning. I know that doesn't belong, so I am dreaming.

I can remember my plans for the next lucid dream I have, quite plainly. I have to find S. and have a good time. I start to wonder where I might find her at. I don't know her class schedule ... heck, this is a dream, I don't even know my own class schedule. I don't want to chase all around the campus looking for her. I sit down at a picnic table to think about it.

There is a slim, fairly attractive blonde approaching me, and she wants to talk to me, and she seems to be really friendly. I tell her I have to find S., and she says something like "Isn't she gay?" I pull her against me for a kiss, and within a couple of seconds she is all over me, grinding against me, completely mine. I gently push her back and tell her "S." "Whatever you say," she moans. "I'll try and help you draw her in!" I gently wipe the drool that is starting to run down her chin from how into me she is, after that kiss. [Lucid dream power, she can't resist me. And AFAIK, S. is not, and never has been gay.]

As we're about to walk off, the scene has turned to a gas station, and some guy has just pulled up in a truck and is shooting off his mouth, insulting people. He's horribly mean to this little kid, and he thinks he is cool because he is being horribly mean in really great voice mimics. Because he sounds like several actors, it is cool that he is cursing at this poor kid.

I don't like the guy, but I come face to face with him while climbing in my car. He has the most brilliant, bright blue eyes I have ever seen, and as I open the door I am thinking "no way is that guy human. He's an alien or something." I've climbed into the back seat of my car instead of the front, and somebody starts driving it away. I look up at the sun roof, and the guy with the blue eyes is trying to crawl through it, and I am starting to fight him off.

I still know I am dreaming, and taking care of this guy is going to be easy, but since I wake up about this time, got nowhere further. Fun little dream, though.

I will label entries as Quick Entry when I'm feeling too lazy to write a full entry or I missed a couple nights.

July 4th, 2012

I was non-lucid for the majority of the dream but towards the end I became lucid.

I was in my junior high. Some kid was being a bully so I said I would fight him. He said to meet him after school. Wandered around the school and peeked in classes. Went outside and ended up on a roof with some other students somehow. We were falling off when I realized I was dreaming. Looked over at a girl and said don't worry, this is only a dream. Began flying around. Landed in front of the trailer I used to live in. Bully kid was there beat the crap out of him. Woke up.

July 5th, 2012

Completely non-lucid dream.

Was in my old trailer. Hanging out with lesbian couple on a couch. They keep tickling me to the point that it makes us all uncomfortable. Walk into hallway. Dream scene shifts. Hanging out outside. Suddenly alien spaceship is in the sky. Everyone freaks out. Ship starts sucking up the entire Earth. Bits and pieces of Earth left. Ask aliens why they'd do this. They say the same thing happened to them so they go from planet to planet hoping to destroy the world of whoever did it to their planet. Tell them that it's unfair of them to do that and they've become what they hate. They realize their mistakes. Tell me to find the last survivors and board them on ht e ship. Do so. Ship finds a runway and blasts into the sky. Wake up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was a bright, warm, sunny day. I was in some kind of suburban neighborhood with a group of people. We all stood out in the middle of the road, in a wide intersection, near the crest of a shallow hill. The other side of the hill felt very airy, possibly like the seashore was nearby.

Somehow I knew -- I may actually have been explaining it to a business woman -- that either a plague or a flood had hit this area. The place had been ravaged for a while: either overwhelmed by waters or distraught by disease.

The calamity had subsided. But things weren't back to normal. The town's population was now extremely low.

On top of that, there were certain streets that were now run by dogs. It was easy to tell the streets apart. The streets that had nice, new, black asphalt were streets where humans lived. But the streets with older, pale asphalt were run by dogs. The streets with old asphalt, I knew, had been so ravaged by the calamity that the new asphalt had been stripped off of them.

It was known that the dogs would guard their streets. If humans came down the streets, the dogs, which were like German Shepherds, would group together along the street and growl the human away, back out of the street.

But new asphalt was now also being laid through the dog streets as well. The group of people and I were following one new strip of asphalt that had been laid, coming out of a dog street and heading toward the front of this neighborhood (which now, apparently, was a gated community).

There were two or three mail delivery men up ahead of us, pushing their bag-carts full of mail. Walking near the men were two or three big, black dobermans. I feel like they were acting as an escort for the mailmen, who, now that the new asphalt was being laid, were again having to go into the dog streets to deliver mail to the houses.

I was now outside the community's gates and a few blocks down. I was talking with somebody, probably a black man in his mid twenties, maybe a little skinny, with reddish hair, wearing a red shirt.

The man and I were out here on a job. The man may have been gossipping to me or complaining about the work, trying to find a way for the two of us to get out of it, even though I wasn't interested in finding a way out of the work.

I was now walking back up toward the gated community. The gate, I could see, was a kind of cheap-looking, chain-link fence, with a tiny post-structure for a security guard to stand inside of. After the fence, the street went up a hill that was covered in the deep shade of heavy-canopied trees.

There were a couple of people behind me and beside me to my right, but just out of my view. A black woman said to her friend, "I don't wanna have to see them showing off their lust for each other again. It makes me sick."

I wondered who the woman could have been talking about. I now saw that the community's gate was open, and that two black, female security guards were walking back and forth in the open space.

The women were both overweight, and their security uniforms were really tight on them. One woman was darker. She had hair about to her shoulders, brown, with blonde streaks in it. The other woman was lighter and had blondish hair, long, in tight braids that pulled up in a fountain-shape and then flowed down.

The long-haired woman was following the short-haired woman around closely, almost flopping over her. I could see now that these two women were lesbian lovers. The woman who had been complaining a moment ago had been complaining about these two women.

Dream #2

I was in a really nice restaurant. I sat along the back wall, with my right side against the wall, at a table for two. The restaurant was one big room, full of tables for two or four people. The tables and chairs were all of heavy, dark wood. The walls may also have been of heavy, dark wood.

It must have been daytime. The restaurant's lighting was dim, and most of the light seemed to be coming from a window at the front of the restaurant.

The chairs at my table, and at all the tables along the back wall, had tall backs, maybe two meters tall, carved in a Gothic style. The chairs were so tall and solid, they made me feel like it was sitting in a booth rather than at a table.

A wealthy-looking white man, maybe in his forties, sat at the table directly in front of mine. I was probably waiting for my food. I was reading a book, scribbling some figures with a pencil onto a pad of pink paper, and listening to music with my headphones.

But I now noticed I'd been singing along to the music I'd been listening to. I didn't know if my singing had been any good. I hoped I hadn't been singing too loud.

I thought it would have been rude to be singing like that here, in such a nice restaurant, with such a serious guy sitting in front of me. But I may also have thought that the guy could possibly have been a talent scout. I may have thought that if he'd heard me singing, he'd want to sign a record contract with me.

But I was more embarrassed by my bad singing and my impertinence for singing in such a place. I took out my earphones and put them away.

Dream #3

I walked into a restaurant in the downtown area of some big city. The restaurant was part of some big building, possibly a big hotel. The restaurant was huge, with windows for all its walls, letting in streams of bright morning light.

The restaurant was like one big room, but divided into a number of areas, mainly by means of setting some parts of the room up on higher platforms, maybe 30cm to 60cm in height, and arranging these platforms at odd angles from the rest of the restaurant. Some areas may also have been divided off by glass walls or waist-high divider-walls.

There was one little alcove with a couple tables in it just off to the left of the entrance. I was thinking of sitting there. There were a few big, beautiful, white business men sitting at a table. One man had a tanned, but reddened face and wiry, brown-red hair. He was laughing with the other men.

I still wanted to sit in that room. I wanted to sit near those men. But I also wanted to avoid them. I didn't want them to think I was trying to intrude in their business.

I looked throughout the rest of the restaurant. It was all empty. There may have been a waitress walking through some of the seating areas, doing something. But that was it.

I was now (I don't know why) so embarrassed with having wanted to sit at a table near the business men that I left the restaurant. I walked around the corner, but then came back in through a different door. This way, I thought, the business men would think I'd left. That way they wouldn't think I was trying to intrude on their business.

I was back in the restaurant. I walked up onto one of the platform levels and took a seat just a couple tables away from the glass wall dividing this area from the room the business men sat in. Apparently I still wanted to be close to the business men. One of the business men did take notice of me. I felt kind of stupid.

Dream #4

It was night. I was sitting with my family at a McDonald's. The McDonald's was packed with people. The place felt hot and greasy and steamy.

My family and I sat at a very low, long table. My mom, my siblings, my nephews and niece, and I all sat packed together. But there was another whole group of people at the table, too. So we were all pretty crammed together.

We had all our belongings heaped up on the table as well. I had a backpack or a book bag in front of me, amid a heap of other stuff.

Someone brought out our food. I had fries, possibly something with chicken in it, and a soda. I had to reach around all the stuff on the tables to get to the drink-tray with the sodas in it. The sodas were all smalls, in white cups.

But when I looked at my drink in the drink tray, I realized that, while I'd ordered a Coke, I'd been given a Sprite. I was really mad. I'd been here a number of times, and every time I'd asked for a Coke, I'd gotten a Sprite.

I blurted out, "Christ, I hate these people. They did it to me again!"

But I noticed that there was an extra drink in the drink tray. It was a watery-looking orange drink in the drink tray. It looked like a mix of orange Hi-C and carbonated water. I like Hi-C, so I thought I would just be satisfied with that drink instead.

But my brother, who was sitting just to my right, said, "Did they give you the wrong thing? Don't take it. I'll complain to them."

I didn't want anybody to complain, as, in my experience, complaining just made things worse. But my brother had already complained and was now back in his seat.

Now one of the workers came up, a fat, white woman, dressed in blue slacks, a dark maroon polo shirt with blue sleeves and collar, and a visor-hat with a maroon visor. The woman asked, "Did someone here have a complaint about their drink?"

I stood up to face the woman. I didn't want to. But since she was here, I thought, I should just be honest with her. But I hid my face behind the top half of a big styrofome meal-container that was holding a bunch of ripple-cut french fries. I was even shoving french fries and catsup in my mouth as I stood there.

But the woman knew it was me. She either poked her head around the container or forced me to lower the container so she could see my face.

The woman said something like, "Oh, so it's you again!" as if she knew me for a constant trouble maker in the store.

It was obvious that the woman wasn't going to change my drink. She walked away, back behind the front counter. But she sent out another worker, either a black man or a black woman, to kind of pace back and forth around the table and make sure I wasn't trying to start any more trouble.

My family had all finished their meal and were ready to go. We were in a hurry to get somewhere -- maybe to the airport, so I could catch a flight back to New York.

Everybody else in the family was now outside, and I was sitting at the table by myself. It also felt like a large part of the people in the restaurant were gone, too. The place felt kind of empty.

I was trying to pick up all my stuff to get going. But for some reason I couldn't find my book bag.

A new family was coming into the store. There were a mom, a dad, a daughter, and some other people. The dad was tall, white, with a huge belly, barely held in by a thin t-shirt. He wore dark-tinted eyeglasses and had short, blonde-grey, curly hair.

The daughter was young, maybe twelve or thirteen years old. She wasn't very pretty. She had kind of frizzy hair and a nerdy look. But I was probably really attracted to her sexually.

The father obviously thought of me as "below" him, and he didn't even want me around his family while they ate. He was bustling around near me, huffing and puffing and trying to intimidate me. Finally he walked over to my table and stepped on my book bag (which was now on the floor?) a couple times.

I was really angry that the father stepped on my book bag. I had my computer in there. He could have broken it. I was probably going to stand up to him.

But suddenly I was outside, walking with my family to the car. We got in the car as I was telling my mom about the guy who had been bullying me inside. My mom may have asked if I wanted to take care of it in any way. But I didn't think it was any use.

I told my mom, though, that I probably should go back into the store. I'd been looking for my book bag in there, and I hadn't found it yet.

My mom said, "Oh, we just took your book bag with us when we headed out of the restaurant. It's in the back." (The back was like a hatchback, rather than a trunk.) "Did you want me to get it for you before we started driving?"

I kind of did. I wanted to make sure my computer was okay. I remembered the man stepping on my bag. But I didn't know if that was a real memory, now. If my mom had taken the bag out with her, it couldn't have been there for the man to step on.

I figured I'd just take a chance, then, and look at my computer once we got to wherever we were going. I told my mom, "No, that's fine. As long as my book bag's in the car with us, that's all I care about."

Dream

I was watching TNA and Bully Ray was backstage weighing himself or something. As he left the room he beat up 2 smaller guys and went onto the stage.

He interrupted some guys who were talking in the ring and started speaking in a Canadian accent. I was thinking "Since when was Bully Ray Canadian" and the commentator, Taz said the same thing. I turned to my Dad was like "See."

It was such an obivious dream sign that I feel stupid for not realising it.

Fragment from Yesterday

I was at school with this girl who used to go to my primary school. I feel like I've been there before.

First, it was Halloween and I was wearing high heels, don't ask. Anyway, There was this one part where I was in my old house, but it looked very different. I was in my parents room and it looked like the attic, and it had a hall leading to a different room. Then I was wearing work boots and I was at school in this really long lunch line. Nicole was there, and so was Mrs. J, my second grade teacher. I walked out of the lunch room, and some kid who was in front of me closed the door behind him, so it was slam in my face. I told him he was an asshole, and he laughed at me and did it again.

Another dream was this bus ride and I was telling people this funny story that involved the c-word, but I didn't want to say it.

I waited too long to type this one up. Forgot most of the dreams.

Another centre parcs dream, was quite traumatic, again one of those stressful slowmotion fights I have. WBTB 4.5 hours: 5.15am

Vividness: 8
Recall: 6
Overall: 5

Non-Lucid Lucid Comment
I am at my sixth form common room, everything looks normal, nothing particularly odd, I walk over to the other side of the room and these two girls grab me, sort of feeling me up.
Fade.
I am at a telephone by the side of the road, completely naked except my boxers, I think it's raining but I can't be sure, I look down and there is a woman near my knees, I hear a door open behind me and they both run in, inviting me in.
Fade.
I am at a lodge in centre parcs, my parents have gone out and I have been left with my siblings, outside I hear a rabble of teenagers. I go out to see whats going on.
After a short conversation the thugish brute like boy tells me he wants to party in my house, he is accompanied by two odd looking girls and another, slightly shorter guy.
I don't want my brother and sister hanging around with that sort, I tell them no, but they aren't having any of it, and they push their way in.
The largest teen walks behind my kitchen, helping himself to my food, I get really angry. A voice inside my head says no (it could be my brother or sister) but it's too late, I go slow mo and pick up a large glass and chuck it with all my might at his head. It hits him right between the eyes but barely recoils. He goes down to pick it up and lauches it my way.