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Dream #1

I was possibly in a classroom. All the desks were arranged in a circle. The room was lit with kind of dull, greenish, fluorescent light. The class or meeting had ended, and everybody was headed out of the room. The room was empty as I left it.

There was a boy somewhere behind me. He was blonde, well-groomed, with a kind of effeminate bearing and voice. He had said something in class, and now he asked me, "Was I rude when I said that?"

I wanted to say yes, but I thought that would be wrong. So I said, "Well, you work so hard that nobody would think you were just plain rude. But people might think you were defensive."

Dream #2

I was walking along a sidewalk in a residential part of town. It was a sunny day, but there was snow on the ground. The snow had been cleared from the sidewalks and streets, but it was still piled up around the curbs and the grassy areas between the sidewalks and curbs. The snow piles were all wet and slushy from the sun.

I was apparently heading to a dance class (?). But, as I crossed a street and then walked past a glass-walled bus stop, I felt a bad headache and decided not to go to class. The headache was like a hard, concrete-like feeling in the back of my head. My eyes also felt sunken in, and I had a real drop in energy.

But I also felt like if I didn't go to dance class I would teach my teachers and classmates a lesson, as if they had done something to insult me and now I was paying them back.

I was apparently walking a few blocks, up a mild slope, to a train stop, possibly for one of the red trains, maybe the 2-train. I walked past either a college campus with red brick buikdings or a block of very nice, red-brick houses. There were tall trees shading the sidewalks.

A couple of tall, young, beautiful people were walking close behind me. The neighborhood may actually have been moderately busy with people overall. The people were joking about something they had done to a friend or colleague of theirs. They had taken something of his. When he got upset about it, they wondered why he could be so sensitive.

I passed another (or the same?) glass-walled bus stop. I now had in my left hand two bags from fast food restaurants. The first bag was from Dunkin' Donuts. It was a coffee. The second bag was from somewhere else. It was food, maybe even a donut.

I was getting close to the subway station. But suddenly I was in a vehicle like a big minivan. I was in the van with a few other people who acted or looked like subway passengers. The van was driving down concrete ramps that looked somewhat like ramps connecting different platforms in a subway station.

We kept going down. The area we were driving through looked like a mix between a subway station and a mall. There were stores like department stores and drug stores all through the corridors.

A big, muscular, kind of pale, white man who looked like a soldier sat somewhere across from me. But he also seemed, at times, to be driving this vehicle.

He told me and a couple other passengers, "When I'm driving a train, and they tell me we have to be delayed, I let everybody know exactly what's going on. I tell them, we'll be here for 28 minutes, and I countdown, and so on. That way people know.

"Some people like to keep passengers in the dark about what's going on. I think dispatch does, too! But I don't. When people don't know what's going on, they feel like the train will never start running again."

The man stopped the vehicle. We were really deep down by now. I saw the subway train off to the left. The front of it had a side door, like for a semi truck, which was swung open. I understood that the man was going to conduct the train.

I jumped out the left side of the van, but I landed outside on the right side of the van. For some reason I was worried about whether I had jumped out fast enough. I thought if I was too slow, the soldier would be impatient with me.

The area down here was also like a mall, and there were a lot of people lounging around like they would in a mall. I saw two big drugstore-like stores, one of which may possibly have been a bookstore. I thought that I might need to go to the store before I got on the train.

I could only recall split second of me waiting at the corner of my house as a school bus pulled up.

I'm pretty sure this had nothing to do with whatever I had been dreaming about before I woke up, but I did get a split second of recall of the actual dream, but it was just a feeling that I couldnt describe.

April 2, 2011
Lucid Dream 208: Western Flame
Series: Fearless, Episode 4
DILD
around 11:30pm



I don't remember the very beginning of the dream. The first thing I remember is standing at my old elementary school bus stop with my friend Cliff. The bus pulled up and we got on it. We walked all the way to the back of the bus and sat down. I looked around and noticed something odd about this. Half of the people on the school bus were full grown adults. After a few more moments I became lucid.

I told Cliff we were dreaming and then I kicked open the back emergency door. I jumped off the back of the bus and floated softly to the ground below. The dream seemed really fuzzy, so I performed a quick dream spin to try and clear things up. I was now in, what appeared to be, a bar. I walked up to the nearest DC and said, "Let me see your eye drops, Chuck" He acted friendly and handed over some eye drops in a strange yellow tube. My arms felt heavy and I could barely lift them. Finally, I managed to get the eye drops in my eyes and everything cleared up nicely.

I felt something poke me in the back, so I turned around. There was a real redneck looking guy holding a pool stick behind me. He looked at me in disgust and told me I owed him money for screwing up his shot. I replied, "Oh, I'm very sorry about that. Actually, could I see that pool stick for a moment?" He outstretched his arm and as soon as that pool stick touched my fingertips, I jerked it out of his hand. I quickly swung the stick and broke it over his head. I impaled his chest with the broken piece of stop and he toppled over.

A gang of bikers surrounded me. Each one had a pool stick in their hands. I grabbed a pool ball from the table and lit it on fire with my hand. I then launched it at one of their heads and shouted, "Its baseball season bitches!" I began launching flaming pool balls at all the bikers. Their clothes caught on fire and they ran around the bar in a cartoon-like manor. Eventually, I took flight and exited the bar through a window.

Outside, I was in an old western town. I had the idea of engaging in some Red Dead Redemption style activities. I felt around in my pocket until I found a gun. I pulled it out and noticed it was the cricket gun from the movie, "Men in Black." I shot it at one of the nearby buildings. I never felt anything or even saw a type of projectile, but the building exploded into a massive burst of flames. It was absolutely beautiful. I just stared at the enormous blast of fire for several moments.

I then decided to catch myself on fire. I flew into the flames and could feel the heat all around me. The flames engulfed me, but I never caught fire. I started inhaling the flames and then shooting out massive fireballs. I flew around in the fire and spit fireballs at the town and towns people for a while before finally waking up.

I failed to write this dream down before returning to sleep and I forgot a lot of the details. It was actually a pretty long lucid, but I can't remember much of it now. I was pissed when I woke up for good and realized I couldn't remember but like a 3rd of the dream.

Series Details
Join all the action in the dream series, "Fearless." You never know what I may run into, but you can guarantee I'm ready for a fight. Stay tuned for more blades, guns, and explosions in this series!

*I am in the field in front of Kouril’s house. I think I am going somewhere soon. There are some other people with me and we check the bus timetable at the old metal bus stop. It is summer time and it feels like late afternoon, maybe 6pm. I think there is a black person there too. I go back to my house and pas by a group of people walking towards me. One member of the group is a punk or Asian or so. Then the black person starts shouting something at the punk guy. He wears green “bomber” jacket. He turns around and walks towards the black guy. They start arguing and soon fighting. Then other people get involved in the fight. Suddenly someone comes to me and we get in a fight too. I use different fighting methods, elbows and such. The fight talks long and many people is involved. I feel like it’s a good way to practice.