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I transition into the dream and find myself hovering about 10 feet above the ground. It's night and I'm outside. The area is a cobblestone driveway, like at a luxury hotel or house. The area is lit by a street lamp. I am hovering about the ground and slowly descending. I look down and see a girl in a red dress. She is short and has long brunette hair.

She looks up at me as if to welcome me. I say "I need your help" as I have difficulty reaching the ground. She walks to me and reaches with her hand to guide me down to the ground. I also look at my hand and rub them to stabilize. Then I say something, I'm not sure what. She says something back but I can't understand her. Her words are like a foreign language.

She gestures to a car in the driveway. It's a convertible sports car, very nice. I ask, "What is your name?" She talks more but I still can't understand her. We get in the car. I'm get in the driver's seat and she walk around to the passenger side. The dream fades out.

08.11.2011

The Dream of Harrison Ford's Revenge (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a dream entirely in third-person perspective. It shocked my housemate that I could be totally absent from my dream, but he liked it.
Harrison Ford, or a character who looked like him, had a long-standing grudge against his father, who had died when he was 25. At the same time he was amnesiac, having forgotten most everything about his father, as a defense mechanism he thought.
Harrison Ford worked with an older military guy. At some point, he discovers something about his father that completely changes the way he viewed him, and realized that his father's death was criminal.
When he goes out on the carpark (of his work place?), he notices an old black car, and it clicks into place with what he's discovered earlier. This old black car... it means that the military guy killed/is responsible for his father's death!
Harrison grabs his rocket launcher and starts shooting at the military guy to seek revenge for his father's death. He misses at firt and the rockets go flying over the sports field nearby. But then, he hits the fleeing military guy in the back, and instead of it being a carnage, it only makes his backpack explodes in sparkles.
Harrison Ford feels at peace with his dad now.

I was in a car with a non-specific girl in the passenger seat. It was evening out and we were just talking, making small chat. I think at one point I asked her out and we made out for a little bit, but then for some reason we decided get out and walk around. We got out of the car and walked to what looked like the back loading dock of a department store. I found a cut in half cardboard box with a bunch of crushed up nacho cheese doritos in it. I was stoked and started munching them down, but the girl I was with was less than ecstatic haha.

The scene suddenly changed and the both of us were in broad daylight, walking into a grocery store. This is where I started to go lucid. I still had the box of dorito bits in my hand, and I thought to myself: "this is stupid... Why don't I just spawn a myself fresh bag?" Who wants to eat loading dock doritos anyway? Haha!

So, I focused hard and a new bag of nacho cheese doritos started to materialize into my hand. Unfortunately, as soon as the chips were fully manifested, I lost control and I felt my dream self crashing back into my body and jolting me awake, much like in my last lucid dream.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm driving through the parking lot of a shopping center, at night. There is a violent physical altercation going on in the parking lot, and it turns into a gunfight.

I'm now riding my bicycle through a nearby residential neighborhood, where there is more violence going on. It's still nighttime. As I ride, I pray that I won't get hit by a stray bullet. I also reflect that I could be driving to my destination, which is my old church, but I like bicycling better than driving. [This is true.] I miss the turn to get to St. Mark's.

I'm no longer riding my bicycle; I'm now standing in a black nothing. [I suspect that I might have DEILDed here, but I'm not positive.] I think of the destination I was just trying to get to, the parish hall at my old church, and cause a knife from the parish hall's silverware drawer to appear in my hand. A second later, the parish hall appears around me.

I walk through the room, appreciating the dream environment, as usual. A lot of people are there, including my parents. My dad comes up to me and offers to give me a hug, and I accept it and hug back. All the people are there for a big reception, with a lot of food laid out on tables.

After the reception, when everyone has left except me, my parents, and two or three other people, there is still a huge platter of thinly-sliced roast beef left over. I try to give it away to those two or three other people.

I wake up in my current bedroom, very pleased to have just had a lucid dream. I remember to grab my phone, which is running Ev's Lucid Dreaming App for Android, and draw a star on the screen with my finger to indicate that I just had a lucid dream. I draw the star, but very sloppily, with one point much bigger and longer than the other points. I'm concerned that the program won't recognize the gesture, but it does. It displays the gesture I just drew with the caption “lucidity!” underneath it, in the same font it always uses for those captions.

When I woke up for real, I thought to myself, You know, I bet I didn't actually record that lucid dream. The app wouldn't recognize the star if I drew it that poorly, and the caption always just says "lucid dream." I checked my actual phone and, sure enough, no "lucid dream" mark on my graph. That had, indeed, been a false awakening. I felt slightly frustrated, as well as highly amused that the app had shown up in one of my FAs.

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Side notes:

Wow. I'm pretty pleased with this DEILD, if that is indeed what it was, and with my sudden mastery of changing the dream scene. To be fair, though, I did change it to the destination I had been trying to reach in my non-lucid nightmare.

I didn't realize until after I woke up that the part where my dad hugged me was day residue. On the evening before I had this dream, I hadn't bothered to get up and hug my dad when he left the house, and I had regretted it. I thought it was awfully nice of my subconscious to give me a second chance to do that.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in the living room of a really nice apartment, sitting on the couch with a really pretty Indian woman. The couch and floor may have been white. There was an entertainment center just across the floor from the couch.

The woman was showing me something on the screen. The screen was black, but divided into sections by white lines. There may have been six sections. In each section were a few letters and numbers. The screen would occasionally pull down.

The woman was showing me this, but I was actually controlling it, using either a keyboard or a joystick. I realized this was some sort of data processing system that was connected to a company's database. People could work from home, from their TVs, by entering data for this database.

As the woman stood up and walked toward the dining room, off to our left, I told the woman, "I always thought this would be a good idea."

The dining room was gone. A window was in its place. And it was like I was in a house rather than an apartment. The woman was just outside the window. I stood up and walked to the window.

I continued, "In fact, I've always thought working from home would be the way a lot of people worked, eventually. I was thinking of writing a science fiction story about it, where everybody works from home, on their computers."

The woman stood out in an area full of trees. She may have kept moving farther and farther back -- without walking, until she had disappeared in the trees altogether. But I was still talking to her.

I continued, "Everything -- the world, gets greener again. The population rate goes down. But people are happier. So many things are controlled by robots. And a lot of people work from home."

Now I was looking out the window to a normal suburban front yard. Two of my old friends, M (a man) and P (a woman) walked up to the window, which was maybe a meter or so higher than their heads.

M told me he and P were going somewhere. When they were done they'd come back and pick me up to take me to the airport so I could go back home. I was a little panicked. I said that my flight was probably leaving pretty soon. I needed to get to the airport.

M told me not to worry. Besides, M told me, I had some task to take care of, possibly involving a car, and that I wouldn't be able to leave until I took care of that, anyway. M asked me for the car keys so he and P could leave. I gave them to him.

M and P were gone. I walked out of this house through a door opposite the window. I walked through another yard that looked like a front yard and up into the front door of another house. This was my mom's house.

My mom was just inside, sitting at a table in front of the front window. When she saw me she stood up and started walking through the living room. There was a couch set right in the center of the living room. My mom started telling me something. But I can't remember what it was.

Dream #2

I was in a bedroom. The room was dim and blue. I had been listening to some conference call and taking handwritten notes on notebook paper. I may have been at a desk. But now the call was over.

I heared a kind of squeaky-raspy voice from another room. I had been looking off to my left. But now I looked over to my right, to the door of the bedroom. A beige-orange light came from under the crack of the door.

The voice said a few things. Then the person got up, apparently from a room behind me, and left, walking away down the hallway that was just outside the door. I now realized I was sitting on the floor, using a bed as a desk.

I understood that I had left my job. This was the office for my job. For some reason I was back -- maybe just to help out on a short-term project, maybe just for one day.

The guy the squeaky voice had been the guy who'd replaced me. It was 5 PM, and the guy was leaving. This, I thought, was kind of lazy, since there was still a ton of work to do. I thought that maybe I'd impress my boss by staying for a long time tonight.

But, right while I was lost in this thought, my boss burst in the door. I must have looked like I was just doing nothing. My boss rushed up to my bed-desk and began flipping through my notebooks.

I knew I had just taken notes on some conference call. I wanted my boss to see the notes. But now he wasn't finding them. Instead he flipped to a page I'd made of sketches of the famous cartoon character Strongbad.

My boss pointed to one of the drawings and said, "I want to see less of this," as if he thought all I did all day was draw sketches of strongbad. He actually even flipped to another page that was also full of Strongbad sketches!

I was trying to figure out how I could explain this to my boss. I did a lot of work. But sometimes, while I was listening to calls or trying to think through a problem, I'd start sketching.

Dream #3

I was pulling a car I had (when I was in high school!) out of a long driveway for a house set up at the end of a long, gated yard. When I got to the end of the driveway, I had to close the gate. I pulled off to the side of the road and got out of the car. I was also thinking something about the difficulty of driving backward.

When I got out of the car, my sister was there. She told me, "Don't forget, while you're taking care of the car, to wash the back windows. That's really important, and C (one of my old friends) did it all the time."

I told my sister, "I was just planning on doing that once I got home." Apparently I was planning on taking my car back home after visiting my family -- although I was also planning on taking a plane home.

I was now in the living room of a house with my mom, grandpa, and probably some of the other members of my immediate family. My grandpa and mom were standing. My grandpa was getting ready to leave.

I was going back to my car as well. My grandpa was going to drive me. So we left the house together.

It was dark outside. My mom stood in the doorway. We were in a long block full of houses, possibly with some kind of median in the center of the wide road. My grandpa's car was parked halfway up on and off of this median.

My grandpa and I got in the car. My door was still open, and I was holding on to some kind of hard door-strap, as if I were going to pull the door shut.

My grandpa said, "I didn't invite you guys to my house because I didn't know what schemes your mom might have. She could sue me because on of the kids suffocated themselves on the floor or one of the kids suffocated themselves on the ceiling."

I don't remember this one much. I remember venturing to my grandparents for some reason (I believe for the summer or something) to stay for about a week. When I got there something felt wrong. I didn't feel very home. It felt very odd, and the entire area was very trashy looking and my grandparents live in a very clean house.
I don't remember the story of the dream but I remember being driven to some sort of a skyscraper in a giant city. There was some place that we ate dinner and then I woke up.
Yeah... not the most interesting dream I've ever had.

So I wake up after the non-lucid dream that I will post next, and write down that dream into my dream journal. I don't want to look at the time, I'm too lazy and excited over this non-lucid dream. Then after about 10 or 15 minutes of excited wake time of writing a dream down, using the washroom, getting extra blankets etc, I feel awake, but not too awake. I go back to bed. I'm like, well it's a coincidence to be waking up in the middle of the night and having this huge impulse to try WILDing again. I take that as a sign. I go back to bed where I WILD. I don't even feel SP, but the vibrations and sounds etc I do feel. I don't see any hypnagogic hallucinations however.

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Then after about 5 minutes, I think I might be in a dream because the vibrations stopped. So I will myself to feel them again just to make sure, and slowly there came on a very strong vibration feeling like normal, and it quickly went away. I said, okay maybe this is a dream now I calmly do a nose RC and it works! I FUCKING FREAK OUT. I quickly sit up in my bed super excited and flipping out. I observe my room which looks exactly like my real life room. I do another reality check. The fact that I can breathe through my fingers is really cool. I don't see anything in my room though, it's very dark. I remember to rub my palms together, it doesn't really do anything to enhance the dreamscape but it feels so damn real!!! Then I notice how my room is still really dark, there should be something lighting it up. The moment that thought comes into mind, I notice some sunlight in the middle of my room, which is actually looking sort of like a mirror or a view of really nice tall townhouses that look similar to this lazy concept art I drew of it:



I'm like, those are really nice houses. Hey, I could make those houses be my neighbourhood now! So I do. I look outside my window, it's not super vivid this part, but I see this new neighbourhood.

Seamlessly, the dream takes me to the back seat of a car driven by my dad, with mom sitting next to him. I am sitting in the middle seat of the back seat. Hannah is sitting right next to me on the left. I say hi. She says hi! I tell her about my successful WILD and how this is all a dream and how sooo excited I am about having my first LD in 2 years, let alone a successful WILD done in 5 minutes after less than a week of practice! I keep ranting about this on and on. She is very interested and is as excited about this as I am. She laughs so much. I do weird sounds with my mouth because I'm having fun freaking out, and she laughs about that forever. Haven't seen her laugh so much before. Then I notice I'm getting a little caught up in the dream reality. I don't notice that I'm letting the dream control the dream, but I'm just ecstatic to be conscious in this dream and that everything is just as real as in real life! I hear the car vrooming, I see the trees passing by outside and everything! My parents aren't talking though. Nobody is talking unless I talk something to them. It's like everyone is much more obviously now, just projections that are much lower than me because I'm the one conscious in my own dream.

Anyway, I have the intent of scanning my surroundings more. I want to observe the trees go by through the window. Seamlessly, and without even being able to notice, Hannah and I switched seats. She watches me intently. Everyone who isn't driving etc is watching me intently, like they find my presence very interesting, or like since I like positive attention in real life, the dream works it out perfectly for me. I watch the trees outside, noticing every detail, every leaf, branch, etc. The trees are too tall and too dense to see the sky. I'm done observing, time to continue to chat excitedly with Hannah. We talk about normal things too, but she is completely find with talking about anything at all. So I talk about this dream again. I am amazed that the feeling of the car is the exact same as in real life. Then I continue to watch things go by outside. I am still aware that this is a dream, but due to my more passive nature, I'm unintentionally letting the dream take me where it wants for now. I see the shape of an elephant in a black bag atop some large machine on a farm. "Hey look, there's elephants on this farm." Hannah looks and reacts the same way I am to it, fascinated, yet bored.

The car stops at a bulk barn looking place that I've seen in another non-lucid dream before. It's my future school, Max the Mutt Animation School in dream form, yet it's not. We walk in. Seamlessly, Hannah and I are now in that high school that Blaine from Glee went to. IT'S SO COOL yet neither of us realize that this school looks like Glee. We explore the area, meet new people, I make a new friend. There's a cafeteria at this school which is also a room where they make awesome motivational speeches and proud speeches about their school. Everyone is wearing a Warblers uniform, or something with the same colour themes. We continue to explore, and I get caught up in the dream.

Then I am at the other version of this school, the version that does not look like glee, but like how I picture an arts college in the dream I guess. I am with my parents this time, and Hannah is off somewhere. I remember, "Oh that's right this is a dream. I can't forget that!" (those are thoughts/out loud thinking). My parents nod their heads. Everyone is quiet and watching me intently, and talkative only if I subconsciously want them to be. Then I think "I haven't fiddled with my surroundings yet, this would be a good time to do that." My parents agree. Everyone agrees. Whatever I say goes.
So the room looks like a plain art room first seeing it without observing it. Then I start to observe my surroundings, and I'm surprised that it's fancier than I thought it was before observing. I close my eyes, think of changing the wall to another colour, open my eyes, there it is. I look at the objects, close my eyes, think of changing them to this, open my eyes, they become this. I change the white marble floor to beige marble, and then a red carpet because I find that a very fancy carpet colour. I change the room to a very fancy art room. I move to the next room.

I want to change the room, but the dream takes me to another place, which is the cafeteria place of the Glee warblers school again. Mom and Dad are there.. somewhere. Hannah is near me, watching me intently once again. There is a band performing on stage. Everyone is watching me intently.

I suddenly feel strange. First I slightly forget that it's a dream again, and I am called to perform a song or something at the microphone, and I feel a little heavy, and I collapse. Everyone, my parents, Hannah, are surrounding me trying to get me to wake up. In that state, I tell myself, well this is just a dream. But what if the extreme vividness and realisticness of the dream causes me to get stuck in the dream because my mind can't distinguish if I'm awake or not? I push those worries aside. I know that if I wanted to wake up, I would because I could. For now I still want to enjoy this dream, and I am amazed at how long this dream has lasted already. It felt like hours has gone by.

Then some other stuff happens that I can't exactly grasp. Then I wake up in my bed again. I think, holy crap what an awesome dream OMFG I WILDed!!! And then my mom comes into my room, and puts up a poster of the bulk barn-looking max the mutt animation school. It's a halloweeny poster. She puts it up right across my bed so I can see it. She asks me if this is okay, I say yes. Then I realize, but wait, didn't I just wake up? I do an RC. Holy crap I'm still dreaming!!! OMFG what a looong dream and super realistic omgosh okay.

I rub my palms together once again, and observe my room. The sun is rising. There is a fat girl sitting next to my bed. I think, what is she doing here? Then I think, oh maybe I could use her for sex in this dream. Then I think, then again, other stuff is more fun to do in a dream.

Then I wake up again. I do an RC. I'm still dreaming. Holy crap! I think to myself. Then I try to think of a place I could go to. I remember, oh that's right, I'm obsessed with Tron! Let's go there! I imagine the scene where Sam enters the grid. I don't place it in my surroundings though, I imagine it, and nothing happens. The imagination is as vivid/not vivid as in real life, so this will have to go into my theory again. I remember that the way it worked before was that I played with my surroundings to get there. I was about to, and then...


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I wake up. HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT I think to myself, and then go on the computer to write my dream.

No WBTB, or MILD. I tried DEILD but forgot. I will try all three tonight.

All of these dreams seemed related, but involved different characters. It was as if the characters morphed into different appearances.

To kick things off, I was in the old house in my mother's room. I was lying in bed with Anthony just having a chat. Mrs. Gunther-Brown, my music theory teacher from high school, was there and the three of us got into a discrepancy over her ability to sing certain genres, or something of the like. Anthony was on my side, and obviously she was on hers. The argument was only DE, but afterwards, she went into the bathroom to get a shower. While she was in there, she started singing. What we could hear in the room was not just her vocals, but a whole accompaniment of various instruments. Anthony and I started complaining. I used a pillow to cover my ears. I discovered that I could change the sound of her singing by bending the pillow, as if the sound waves were wrapping around the pillow in a different way. Bending the pillow more made her singing sound more tinny, and a flatter pillow meant a more crisp sound. I made a comment about it to Anthony saying something like, "isn't it funny how something so simple like this can make such a big difference?" He replied with, "She's still horrible." I was about to agree when suddenly the song changed. It sounded like a jazz/funk fusion, not unlike Hiromi Uehara's work. I said, "wait, this actually sounds pretty good." I got up to go to the bathroom to apologise about Anthony and I making fun of her. She wasn't there. And my bathroom looked very different and unusual. Instead of the normal beige walls, tile floor, and small size, I was greeted with a fairly larger (although still pretty small) room with wooden floors, and a strange looking sink with nothing in it. There was a white shower curtain behind me, which I never actually turned around to see, and where the toilet usually was, was now just a wooden floor, and across from it where the sink goes were these wooden swingy doors, like in old west saloons. They may ave led to a toilet, but I don't know. The sink was on the left wehn you walk into the room. In between the sink and the saloon doors was a strange contraption placed on the floor. What I was about to do would start a plot that would unravel in the dreams to come. I cannot describe the contraption, mostly because I don't clearly remember what it looked like. But I also cannot describe it because it didn't seem to take any definite shape. It was a solid object, but it was so conjumbled, as if someone went on Microsoft Paint, made a bunch of lines, turned them into wood, and put it on the floor, but at the same time it looked nothing like that. There were tiny, mini people on the floor by the contraption. They seemed to be hindered by the contraption in some way, so I fixed the contraption so that they could be...for lack of a better word, better. As it turns out, my teacher set up the contraption so that these mini people, who were evil, would be trapped in it forever. I messed all of that up.

Everything that happens next may be out of order.

The saloon doors morphed into a TV, and I was watching a bunch of child actors, one of which I knew as my childhood friend, Tyler. They gathered around this table, and suddenly I was in TV, in the setting of where the children were. Except now I was on in a field. What was taking place in this field was a situation similar to the Holocaust, and I was on the bad side, and a major figure. We weren't going after Jewish people, in fact, I don't think there were any distinctive features about the people we had captured, but they were all wearing red shirts, and my side was all wearing blue shirts. This field was grassy, and had a hill to the right. There was a path leading to the hill, and that same path, going in the other direction, went and circled around a section of the field. We were walking across this section of the field. I was with another person in a blue shirt. He was talking to someone in a red shirt, as if trying to calm him down. As we neared the other side, the blue shirt said for him to go now, because we had to be somewhere. As the red shirt went towards a group of red shirts, I patted him on the back, as to grant him some form of solace. As I neared the other side of this field with the other blue shirt, I saw on my left, a mother saying "goodbye, I love you" to her daughter. There was also this strange, carnival-like booth on wheels (they exist in real life, but I don't know what they are called). We passed this and kept going straight to another hill. We started to climb it.

The next thing I remember is this explorer character (I was merely observing this entire part), like a video game character, running around this cave fighting enemies, getting points. Then he was climbing these strange pipe-like objects with ladders on them. They were all orange, each one taller than the last, and they were in a row. At the top of each was a traffic light with four light bulbs. At the bottom was endless water, as far as you can imagine. The traffic lights were black, and only the bottom light was green, with the rest being red. The lights were timed so that when the green light came on, there was a yellow beam of light shining down from the traffic light onto the top of the pipe, covering the entire space. When the green light came back on again, the yellow beam of light turned off. The traffic lights on each pipe was in an opposite pattern so that one would be off, while the one next to it would be on. The explorer climbed the first pipe on the right, and had to time things right because for some reason he couldn't be in the light. This was a game-like scenario after all. So when the green light came on again, and the light turned off, he climbed on top. Then he turned to the pipe next to him. This dream was in third person, so he was facing my left, to the taller pipe. It really was a lot like a video game. Since the beam of light was on pipe, he waited until the traffic light was almost green. He jumped off his pipe at the last second as to avoid the beam of light on that one, then he changed direction in midair to catch the ladder of the next pipe. He repeated the process, but failed this time. He fell and landed in the water below. The water behind the pipes was dark, and deadly (think Spyro) with sharks. The water elsewhere was clear, safe, and clean. The two waters were right next to each other, and separated right down the center. The explorer landed in the deadly water, and quickly swam back to the safe water. All of a sudden, he was on top of the tallest pipe, which had an opening at the top, and was filled to the brim with water. The explorer had to swim down into the pipe, and under the deadly water to reach an island on the other side of the deadly water. It's important to know that for the past week I have been practicing MILD with the chart that gives you circumstances every day in which you should do a reality check. Doing a RC when you see a traffic light was the one for the day before I had this dream. So when I saw the traffic lights in the dream, I thought to myself, "Too bad I didn't see this yesterday, or I'd be doing a reality check." Well, fuck.

Then I was on 4chan as a girl. This version of 4chan was very civilized. It was implied that they get different privileges on 4chan, and so everything was different. Everything was multicolored in a psychedelic fashion, and I had to hack this girl's computer to get an IP address and password.

After that, I was on these railroad tracks, which may have been at the top of the hill I was heading towards during the Holocaust dream. I was with Mom, and she was making a comment on all of the strange things going on recently (set in motion because of my meddling in the bathroom). She said it was the apocalypse. She started mentioning the seven signs of the apocalypse, which were somehow related to the 4chan thing, because I was looking them up or something. I wish I would have written down these signs, but all I wrote down to remind myself was "7 signs of apocalypse." I know one dealt with having seven waffles in one sitting. I thought to myself, "Let me guess, the seventh sign is that I'm dreaming, huh crazy Mom? Jeez, I really MUST be dreaming." Well, fuck. Again.

Another part of this weird dream was that there was this really futuristic purple hover car, and Superman was driving it on this road (the road also could have been at the top of that hill) with this chick. The road was long and straight, with green pasture on either side. The girl looked exactly like a dude, but had a girly voice for a few seconds. So it was a dude down to the last detail, but it was DE that it was a girl. They got to this building, which was the only building for miles, and went in. It was like a hotel, except it lead into my house.

CUT TO ME IN FIRST PERSON

I'm grabbing this fat chicks boobs. She's really old, I don't want to, but she's really desperate, and I make out with her a little bit. This is taking place in my old house, but not in any existing room. Then, I see Ms. Magro (student teacher from art. Cool gal) come in from one of those futuristic *schwop* doors. The door was on the landing on the step, where the china cabinet usually went. She says something like, "Do you guys have any important information?" I took one look at the fat chick, and said, "Yes we do." We didn't but I wanted Ms. Magro to come in the room so that I wouldn't have to make out with this old lady anymore. The information she was referring to was about some person that went missing, but is vital to winning in this battle for good that has been going on since the incident in the bathroom. Magically, we had important information to tell her when she came in, although we didn't when she asked. I said, "Yes, we know where he is." I got a hold of him on the phone, which was purple and futuristic like the car. The person turned out to be Rainn Wilson, and he answered his phone. The dream cut to a view of him driving the futuristic car on the straight road to no where. He looked at the caller ID, and seeing that it was Ms. Magro, answered the phone saying, "I told you I don't have anymore time." He then hung up, and it was DE that we couldn't call him anymore. It was also DE at this point that Rainn and Magro are ex-lovers. So it was a big misunderstanding, but now we have little hope for the good of humanity.

The last thing I remember, and this part was VERY dramatic, and engaging, and engrossing upon waking, is being back in a building that had the bathroom from the first dream. It wasn't my old house anymore, and there was really only three rooms. One room had bunk beds, and dressers, and was pretty normal, except it had the same wooden style as the bathroom from the first dream. You could leave that room, and there was a DE hallway that I never saw. It led to the other two rooms. One room was the bathroom, and the other was this very strange, morgue-like room. The part with the TV and child actors might have occurred here, but I'm not sure, and pretty doubtful. Anyway, the characters in this part of the dream are four people. Two were the same person, which was some little boy with a come-to-the-side haircut, a white button-up shirt, and black shorts. He had brown hair, and I never got a good look at his face. The other two, have a great deal of mystery surrounding them. One was that weird-looking doctor with the white hair on the cover of the box for Operation. I leave the fourth character's description void for now. The boys passed the bathroom, and got to this weird morgue-room. It looked almost exactly like the bathroom, except there was no shower, no sink, no nothing, except for the drawers with the bodies in them. The non-main character boy saw the doctor open one of the drawers and take a body out. The body was the fourth character and was seen briefly and from behind. It was almost DE that it was the non-main character boy, but I'm unsure. The non-main boy, panicked, ran back to the bunk bed room, and started packing bags to leave because he was freaked out. Suddenly, I was in the place of the main character boy, and I asked in a panicked tone, "Calm down just tell me what you saw." I knew he saw the body, but I needed to know who it was, because this would decide the fate of the Good vs Bad war that I started way back in the beginning, and he uncovered some sort of evil plot. I thought he could have seen himself, but I had to be sure, I had to confirm it. I said again, "You need to tell me what you saw." It was all very rushed and urgent. He took one look at me, with his faceless face, and that was it. I woke up. This is one of those dreams, for me, that leaves you wondering, like the answer would have been this life changing thing. Although it doesn't compare to the secret basement door, which I will forever wonder about. Perhaps someday, I'll open it, and see what's on the other side.

The characters seemed to morph because me and the other blue shirt during the Holocaust was also Superman and the man lady, and me and the old lady, and the two boys.

I remember laughing really hard and chatting with some girl, and then telling her about it in a FA. That jacked up my recall.....



In another dream, my sister had to borrow my car, so I was stuck at the house. Then Some guy for a rental company comes by, and has to use the bathroom. The guy is in there for a minute, and then he comes out with no pants or underwear on, and looks for a news paper. He grabs one and heads back in the bathroom. All while D's kids are there. As soon as he was finished I cursed him out and told him to leave.


I think there may be something that was related to the movies as well.

Only thing I can remember is that people were asking me how to drive in Grand Theft Auto as if it was driving in real life. Main character was Spider-Man though, not Niko.

Remembered this later today: at one part, I was in school and my schedule had math but no room number or something. Mr. Collins kept following me around telling me to "get to class."

I was in a band playing a Foo Fighters song (might have been Learn to Fly.) Next, some fat kid tried to steal a tent and I chased him with mom's car, but it was a convertible version. Next, I was in some sort of library for video games, but there wasn't a lot of good stuff. I cant remember the details, but one point, I was some sort of superhero.

July 4, 2008

I was on Attack of the Show talking with Munn about a new Wii coming out in November. next, about a car that was a lot like the freestyle. Then, I cut my finger, i went to the store for a bandaid and went to a party. RJ and Bianca were there. I also was in some sort of war and I was a vampire or something fighting a giant monster later on. It was some sort of school I was in or something.

Visiting my brothers chaos:
I was driving somewhere together with my mother in her car, and somehow I got the idea of going to my brother to help him with something, she told me to call him and so I did, he was fine with it and I got out at the next bus stop. I walked to his old home (a place thought up by the dream) which I as it seems had the keys for. As I came into the house I found a vivid chaos with stuff of every kind lying, staying and hanging everywhere. On different types of cd/mp3-players (etc.) I found different tracks from Alabaster being played (however with Ariaster being displayed as name).
In some other part of this dream (don't know when) I remember I saw his (again faked) real home in the dream.

Unreal Unreal Tournament:
I was playing a game with some unknown people and I had a shock rifle with 2 buttons on top of it, which I also could equip with powerups. Whatever game we were playing, I tried to avoid all enemy contact and we were losing. Somewhere later I simply turned into a cat to avoid my enemies.

Nightly sushi trip:
I was going together with my girlfriend and Vincent (FF7) to a sushi restaurant, somewhere in some unknown hills. It was already closed for orders but we could still go inside. The construction was pretty realistic. As the owner came over to us I went outside and wait for her to finish her business. Surprisingly my girlfriend came out with a bunch of sushi, telling me the reason given by the owner was that she couldn't trust my girlfriend otherwise.

Oct.22, Sunday, no nap, some beer, bed at 11pm, woke up from a dream at 5.30am.

I was with some friends looking for a new place with help of a realtor;

Then I'm giving a ride to some girls, but one of them is driving, because we were going down some steep hill and I didn't want to drive that way. We arrive to town and I drop them of in front of store called Target. But they forget to give me my keys, so I follow them through some security checkpoint, which is no longer to the store, but to the cruise ship. To my surprise, I get through without any problem.

Another dream at 7.48am - again with some unpleasant people from my past.

I was at home alone, living there without my sister for a while, missing her. I decide to visit her. Next thing i know i drive a black big car, it looks like the car i have in moscow - but smaller and the front passenger seat was weirdly located too close to the panel. I drove for a long time until I got to a place that was like a small island - i could see it from far and get there with my car. This isn't israel any more. driving through the island it looks like a small village with tall trees, but kind of dark. Sort of like russian poor villages outside of moscow, but with tall buildings. I get to one of the buildings. it was one floor but I know where i'm going. as if ive been there before. i confidently go inside and i find my sister there. there were many kids there and she looks like one of them. but i know its her. There were supervisors there, i think two women. Ida looked like a little girl with short black hair, aged around 11-12? Sort of like a child from the cartoon. She doesn't seem very happy to me. And i'm very worried for her. i told her i missed her at home in the evenings and she needs to come back. At some point I leave, driving and i end up in this place. I cant tell if its a bar, but its dark in there and i had my backpack. with a computer and lots of other papers in it. On my left I see a very tall man - he's a basketball player and apparently i know him. i felt like id jump from excitement but i was too worried in my head to react too much towards him. he tells me he will attend my game, which i know is a huge deal. there was a woman on my right, whom i know - it might of been a friend who tells me that its insane, everything i need is for him to show up at my game. Then my dream goes changes as if its a memory within a dream and I see myself play basketball with others in a team. we are talking about the basketball player and how it will make me look if he comes on my behalf. I return back to the dark place (bar) by then he already prepared a ripped piece of sheet for me with some writing. i can't remember what it says but i fold it in half. open my bag and took some time thinking where to put it so i wont lose it. i end up putting it in my passport. I drive back to my sister. When i come back to her the house is more clear where she lives. as u walk in there are metal beds in front and a section on a left and they all sleep there. She isn't looking so good, like sick. she walks me out of the house. I started to wonder why she looks like this girl, and i started to wonder about her age. I asked her why are you like this? but she didn't answer me, instead, she said she was pregnant. I realise I was gone for what seemed like a drive to a bar, but turns out for a while. I'm not sure if her supervisors know about this because she seemed secretive talking about it. she says she was raped by this man, whom i knew but only face-wise. he was black and wide faced. an image of his face came to my head, so ive seen him but i didn't really know him.

that's when i was awaken and i had the hardest time trying to go back into the dream. It took me a while to put all the pieces back together to remember it in order to go back in. and by the time i did i knew i had to write down or else i wont remember.

another big factor was that we all had some kind of stomach problems. everyone had it because of something - we couldn’t eat normal food. we were all dependant on something else i can't really remember or understand how it worked, but i remember trying myself and trying to make others eat something fresh and see if it will make a change. i felt like i could see inside the bodies - i had an image all the time when i thought about it. it was dark/black insides as if burnt and not moving like coals. it was scary and every food entrance did something to us, but i don’t remember what.