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I'm at a Safeway shopping center and a lady comes up to me and asks if I'll be much longer, cause the shops are about to close.

I see a back pack which isn't mine but I take it.

I've now realized that i lost my real back pack and try and find it.

I'm home now, and I feel gutted that I lost my bag again, which means I lose my wallet again! I look around my house with no luck. I'm searching through something and its my brothers ex girlfriends stuff. I see some kind of device which is like a vibrator. Dad thinks he finds my bag and points at it. It ends up being that bag I picked up earlier.

I walk back towards the shops and I see 2 cars. I see a piece of paper which has some stuff written on it. It's like a message board about lucid dreaming and people dare each other to complete something LD related.

I'm in a car with Josh D and we're driving somewhere during the day. I notice that the scene is very weird, as if its bugged. As Josh is driving, we loop through a glitch. I think to myself, wtf am I dreaming, and think it may be a dream. I get scared as Josh is driving blind through the glitch. Josh tells me Jessie James broke out of prison and is on the run. I think he was the reason why the scene was fucked up, by using a smoke appear through out the dream. Josh shows me a video of Jessie James. Its news about him getting out of prison.

I'm on a basketball court at my primary school. It's night time, and I'm looking into the sky for some reason with other people. I see 3 moons, which looks pretty damn cool. I see a police car on the basketball court. I feel as if something wrong had happened and think it's because Daryl had left us.

I notice Daryl is in a cop car hiding. I'm now in the passenger seat and see Ian Healy (Ex Australian Cricketer). It was as if he was recording a commercial. I see that he's wearing a fluro vest. I look towards the road and people keep walking and riding right in front of him, not even realizing that we almost hit them. This happened multiple times and I said, we must be dreaming or something, this is crazy (I do not RC).

Ian Healy (Ex Wicket Keeper for Australia)

I'm now in the backseat of the police car and see a police men pull a girl I was with out of the car. She has a blanket over her. The police man starts to punch her, and I step in and try and defend her. I think I was raining elbows onto or he may have been elbowing the girl.

I was at a house with Daryl, Jane and Tim. Daryl had a trailer connected to his car, which was parked in the backyard.

We must have done something wrong, because Jane wasn't too happy with either Daryl or both of us. Daryl moved his car in another spot and I said to him that your Mum may not me happy with you doing that.

I could see Jane in the distance, through a window. I think she may have been washing the dishes.

Daryl wanted to do a good deed, and built a fence. We started building the fence near the shed, which was only about knee high. Jane came back, she didn't seem to happy with what was going on.

Dream Fragment 1:
An ugly girl with a big forehead was sitting on Elton Johns lap, while he was playing piano. The girl was over singing the song. Elton looked different. He had a skinnier face and a red face. When the girl was singing he gave her a look of WTF! You're butchering this song. The girl mentioned later, that she lost the plot a little when singing.

Elton John

Dream Fragment 2:
I could see some big brother contestants, but could only remember Jasmin. I was sizing her up and imagining what she would be like to sleep with. I thought she was younger then she is, 19-20.

Jasmin - Big Brother

Daytime.
I was at range bank school, and I saw 2 famous people which were doing a comedy act on the basketball court. I think one of the guys was topless, holding a guitar. I was lining up with other people, trying to get out of the school. We were all shoulder to shoulder.

Night time.
I eventually got out of school, and looked to see where my Mum was parked, to take me home. I saw Luke B, and figured that Mum could take him home as well. He ended up leaving me and went across the oval. I started to walk back, thinking that I may have missed her car, as it was dark.

Scene changed.
I was trying to get out of a place and was faced with a large ramp, which was about 50 metres high. I pressed the button and it fell backwards on top of me. I crawled out from under it, I was pretty scared of what just happened.

There was two guys which saw what had happened and figured they would take advantage of me. They started to chase me on their bikes, so I made a run for it. I think I had a bag on my back and a wallet in my pocket. I reached outside, which was the car park of the main shopping centre in my home town. I saw people in the distance and ran towards them hoping they could help me out. The path I was running on looked strange looking. Luckily, the bystanders helped me out, and chased away the thugs.

I saw the ramp in front of me again, and tried to figure out how to bring it down, without falling on me. I had to figure it out quickly, as the thugs were in the distance and noticed me and headed in my direction. I heard a voice telling me how to do it. I was nervous to try out the controls, but took the gamble and it worked.

The thugs were very close to me and I had to run to a safe location. I reached a petrol station and noticed I was naked and had only my back pack on.

Fragment involving Ben Affleck and people complaining about a Fantastic Four movie.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

X-Men fragment involving Erik and Charles (as played by McKellan and Stewart) having an argument about something involving a young man, a mutant who lives with them; one of them leaves with the young man. Scene changes so that this is a movie I'm watching, I'm explaining to someone who just came in that this was the last time they saw each other for 9 years. On screen, it's now some kind of opening credits for the Avengers showing various backstories, some actual Avengers characters (Loki, Banner, "Hawkguy", deliberately misspelled - nothing for Iron Man though he shows up later for the fight sequence), mostly characters made up for the dream, one guy with a Buddhist hell motif, leading into a fight sequence in New York, complete with a very dramatic soundtrack featuring classical singers.

Scene changes, ditches the TV framing. Dream's now following a man in a suit who's standing on a New York street, looking up at the Avengers flying around fighting each other, when this woman says to him, "But do they care a touch for the wedding of the moor folk?" Moor here meaning the type of land, moor folk meaning faerie folk. They hold each other's gaze for a moment, she grins, he laughs, low and strange. She continues, "You weren't thinking, were you?" She's a red-haired woman with an Irish accent, wearing a veil, though the wedding she mentioned isn't hers, and looking very out of place on the streets of New York with a bunch of flying lunatics duking it out in the background.

(Woke up. Reflected that this was obviously inspired by a conversation yesterday, about the spin-off show starting today and how I still haven't gotten around to seeing the Avengers movie, and how that must have made me subconsciously remember the X-men movie that I also haven't gotten around to seeing - completely forgetting at the time about the Affleck dream which seems to have actually kickstarted this whole superhero thing. Although I haven't seen the latest Batman either, so I guess that still fits the theme. Anyway - decided to finally get around to watching that movie before the spin-off airs, went back to sleep, and making that decision seemed to do the trick, no more superhero dreams tonight.)

Fragment involving driving to the beach with IRL acquaintances and seeing Iolaus on the side of the road, looking out over a river.

False awakening - don't remember the actual waking up part, but I was in my IRL home talking about the previous dream scene as a dream, and went on to talk about skinny dipping and Xena (separate topics). Over-steeped the tea while I was talking and went to toss it out, outside.

Outside I'm on a city street, and the trash can I use is right in front of a bookshop. Looking over the books in the window display, I start thinking about idolizing people and forgetting that they're only human, and eventually seeing their flaws and feeling let down, although you're the one who put them on a pedestal in the first place. Thinking about viewing the work and the writer separately as a balancing act, being able to see a writer's flaws as a person and to love their stories without the one contradicting the other. And the flip side of that, thinking about the stress on people who are idolized.

As I walk back to my apartment, I pass a cafe where a writer I know (a DC, no resemblance to any IRL writers I'm aware of) is sitting at a table with two women young enough to be his daughters or granddaughters. I stop to talk, and I say to him something along the lines of, yeah, you're idolized and you're only human, but the way you use your young, impressionable groupies is seriously creepy. One of the women gets up and leaves. The other stays.

But when I'm back in my apartment (which no longer bears any resemblance to IRL) and making a fresh cup of tea, I turn around and find that the woman who'd stayed is now sitting in my kitchen. I offer her a cup, she says no. She tells me haltingly that she's thinking about getting a job to support herself - maybe working for a political campaign, maybe going back to college, getting a degree and working in publishing - instead of relying on her writing.

I was at my primary school, standing next to a fence naked . I asked a few people that walked passed if they would climb the steel wire fence with just their hands and nothing else. I told them if we did it, we may get the Olympics in Australia. One of the guys I told was someone I knew, Matt H.

Steel wire fence.

I skipped part of my next class. I was wandering around the school for a bit, then decided to head back to class. I was trying to think of what I would say to the teacher on why I was late. I saw a kid in the distance getting medical attention, he must have hurt himself pretty good. He was getting taken away by the paramedics were helping him leave the school.

Someone came up to me, while I was still outside the class room. I think it was Brent's friend Brad. I said to him, I think this is our class room. It was strange, I knew it was our class but I didn't at the same time.

We walked into class, and I think it was my year 3 - 4 teacher. She reminded me of PINK the singer, a little bit in this dream. She said that I reached the injured kid after it had happened, meaning that I was just a onlooker, and should have came to class on time. I was looking for a seat to sit down on. I moved a chair to the front of a DC and was going to sit down, but it would have been both of us facing each other which would be silly as I would have had my back to the teacher. I again, moved the chair to another spot, this time next to the DC. I sat down.

Pink.

The teacher was writing stuff down on the chalkboard. She was thinking of a name to write down, as an example. I thought to myself and wrote down Tommy (can't think of last name). I was struggling to spell properly and my hand writing was pretty messy. The teacher had written the exact name as I did.. I was amazed that she thought of the exact thing as me. I looked over to the DC and was going to tell him what had just happened but I remember scribbling out the name on my paper as it was incorrect spelling and messy, so I didn't mention it. I think the DC was an old friend Devon L

There was a lot of stuff written on the board. She was writing a lot of Eminem (the rapper) on the board, I think she was a big fan of him. I said silently to someone near me, that Eminem once said ''something something nigger'', which I thought was funny. A few people laughed, but I think I offended some girls across the room. They had darker skinned boyfriends.

Eminem.

Fragment: "So the little girl had a last (something) request."

Buffy setting. Angel has a son (not Connor), and someone is threatening to turn that son into a vampire. The vampire's trying to convince Angel that this would be a good thing - not trying too hard, he intends to do this for Angel's own good whether Angel wants it or not - and Angel's trying to show him why it's a bad idea. He calls out a kid vampire he'd made himself, Angel's holding him by the shoulders and the kid says he died when he was 8, looks older but not by much, and then says "I'm good with math, but facial recognition..." The point is that the brain stops developing before its time.

There were some earlier fragments in that same setting - talking about once-in-a-lifetime perfect happiness vs. just plain everyday happiness, and watching Buffy walking down a sidewalk past a brick wall.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Reading about Josephine Baker, a sister who'd died and a mother she'd admired.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Forever Knight setting. As Nicolas, I'm with some humans in a public place, in a hurry, when just for a moment I spot LaCroix and Janette in the crowd with someone else, a woman either I or Janette turned relatively recently, within the past century or so - I desperately want to be with them. I'd been cut off from them. I can't just abandon my humans here, but I have to at least get a message to them. I make my excuses and head back to where I saw them. (I'd seen them dressed as they did in the 1940s - symbolic for happier times together. Also a connection to a kid vampire, so this dream was probably partially inspired by the Angel one.)

In a hallway. LaCroix was here a moment ago, sitting in a chair at the end of the hall, and I'm looking at a telegram that was on the table next to him. I wonder if that bit about text in dreams changing when you look away is true. I focus on an 8; I look again, and it's a 58; then 8 again, then a Cyrillic н. I guess it's true. (As I was expecting it to change, this seems a bit pointless.) I then resume looking for LaCroix.

I'm riding in a truck with a man who spots a pair of coyotes and stops the truck to shoot them. I knock the gun off target.

With that same man, I'm standing over a pair of bucks who are lying on the ground with several arrows in their sides, suffering because I knocked the killing shot off course.

I'm with someone else, a guy from the city, and watching that man pull into his driveway with the body of a horse in the back of his truck. We're standing in front of his neighbor's house, a chubby, long-haired, middle-aged hippie who is burning something that looks like a sphere of hay the size of a beach ball. The fire spreads to the ground, and then to his neighbor's yard, burning in strange geometric shapes, circles and lines. I start clapping, seeing that man's property on fire. The hippie tells me about a protest he's about to go to, a bunch of people are going to jump off a clocktower, do we want to come? The guy standing with me isn't interested, but I'm up for it.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A man and a woman with accordions warming up for a show in front of a mirror, the man comments on how beautiful the red of his accordion is.

I'm playing a piano duet with that man, and while his part is beautiful to listen to, my part has so little to do that I lose track of where we are and come in late, I play slow and haltingly. I wonder why he doesn't just play the whole piece himself, he could easily play my part with his left hand.

A machete being given to someone as a gift.

My IRL sister S. calls me and describes a place she stopped at as "a Twin Peaks diner." The use of Twin Peaks as an adjective makes no sense to me - what, do they have great pie with a side of prophetic dreams?

Twin Peaks setting, 3rd person, as a disembodied observer I'm looking at the trees along a mountain road, bare of leaves, small and spindly trees, so close together that none of them really had a chance to grow. A jeep comes down the road, driven by the sheriff, with Cooper in the passenger seat. Cooper's talking about how cold it's gotten, and he's pleasantly nervous about his date tonight.

There's an accident of some kind, an earthquake or a landslide, and the jeep gets stuck; the sheriff gets out of the jeep to walk along a footpath into the mountains. Cooper wants to take care of something in the jeep before he follows, something to calm him down before his date. The landslide or whatever it was that trapped the jeep has opened up a second path next to the usual footpath, and as a disembodied observer I think 'You are obviously being invited on a personal quest. Take it.' The sheriff doesn't take it. However, the usual path crumbles beneath his feet, and he lands on the second path anyway. At the moment the footpath crumbles beneath him, so does the road holding up the jeep, and it falls into a crevice with Cooper still inside.

Bela Lugosi as Dracula, waltzing with a woman in a long pale dress. I'm seeing them in black and white, like a movie.

A late-for-school dream - usually for me those are about feeling unprepared, but this one was much more positive. IRL setting, I'm outside when I see the bus pull up, and while most of my school supplies are inside, I have a few necessities with me, a notebook lying in the snow, so rather than go back inside for all my things and miss the bus for sure, I grab what I have and sprint for it. I miss it anyway, but the bus for the middle school pulls up behind it and they're heading in the same direction, so as it pulls away, I jump on the back and hold on, intending to switch to the high school bus when there's a chance. We hit a fork in the road and we lose the bus I want, but I'm confident I can meet up with it later.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Lady Liberty's torch being referred to poetically as the light of 2 things, one being the light of reason.

I'm John Constantine, in a bar, showing off by handing out predictions. It's a con, they're all just stuff I made up. But what I didn't know at the time was, by speaking predictions in that particular place, specifically by putting them in words, I was dooming them to come true. If I'd known, I would've come up with something nicer for myself. Made some (Hannibal-inspired) reference to a 'red dragon' I would have left out.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A separated or divorced couple, the ex-wife calls her ex-husband to ask if their oldest is with him. The dream 'camera' changes to show their youngest of 3, sleeping in a crib in the father's home; he's got a vestigial tail. They intend to have this surgically removed, but it hasn't been done yet. His paternal grandmother is standing over the cradle, thinking about that tail, and holding a gun in her hand. The father comes in then and stops her; the mother, still on the phone, hears enough to get an idea of what's going on, and she thinks, 'She's not wrong. Our species is a threat to yours.'

A man talking about an opponent: "He had fallen on the might of (something), and he himself had fallen back and disappeared." The 'he' in question is described to me as "one of Fate's creatures," Fate being our enemy, but this guy is on a completely different level from those we've been fighting up until now. The man speaking is trying to get through to me just how serious a threat this guy is. He says this guy participated in "sanguinary" interstellar wars (that's the second time this month I've had dreams emphasize war with blood-related adjectives; seems redundant, but the dream seems to think that changes the meaning significantly), and in "civilized eras" he attached himself to prison transports, weapons transports, and managed to gain influence through this.

(Woke up, back to sleep.)

The queen of this country is always seen accompanied by three men attending her in robes, one red, one blue, one gold, all intricately embroidered in white, and I worked hard to become one of those men, but now that I've gained the position of the blue, I just feel chained down. Once we leave the Queen's presence, we're instructed by an aide to remove the robes, and with them the role we played. Such a role exists only in the Queen's presence, and it seems to me as if she exists in her own bubble, reality shifting with her presence or absence, so that she never touches the real world.

Fragments:

My roommate's watching a surreal horror movie called Repo Man starring Nic Cage and Meg Ryan. I comment that I had a dream about those two starring in a vampire movie the other night. (Which is true, I did.) I wanted to watch something else, though.

Something about David Bowie and outer space.

I'm saying "Where is all this going?" and in response the scene changes to show me and the people I'd been talking to sailing off into the sunset on a yacht.

Trying to read a document with errors in the font. When I go to change the font, I scroll past a font called 'lucid dreaming.'

A fragment of dialogue: "And you will be trusted with it. Again."

(Woke up at 7:50 am, after getting to bed at 4:30 am. Back to sleep.)

I'm reading a multi-volume autobiography. This particular chapter is describing a vision the author had at a young age, and what he thought about that - not about the content of the vision, but the act of having one.

A man is being held captive by a coyote god, or rather a coyote spirit which has temporarily become a god, taking on a human but coyote-headed physical form. They're surrounded by baby spiders acting as helpful servants. This man had been searching for his wife, refusing to believe the reports of her death, and his search led him here.

As Haruka/Onikui, I'm chained in a cell, with Minamoto Raikou standing over me with the keys.

(Woke at 9:04. Back to sleep.)

"They had more passion, ordinary things; and it didn't do to tempt the passions of ordinary things in passing." The thoughts of a woman who had a man over to eat together with her mother and her daughter, flirting and enjoying it, but with this thought in her head.

(Woke at 10:28. Back to sleep - but I woke up roughly every half hour after that, and I kept running into that problem where, half-awake, I think about writing a dream down and mistake that thought for having actually done it, and so forget the dream. Nonetheless I wound up with two more pages of notes, mostly too dull to bother writing out in detail.)

Very dull dreams from the rest of the night included discussions of my control issues, a man taking the shape of a three-eyed bat with a green-and-gold mask, watching the sunset, farm work, bear hunting, anatomy studies, a vampire movie starring Nicolas Cage and Meg Ryan, the death of Mickey Mouse while he was nobly saving Donald Duck, my IRL civilian sister as a military police officer in training, a werewolf-hunting father and daughter giving a werewolf shelter in their home, and a sitcom about hobbits with fangs.

A classic black and white movie called Death in the Rain, with Ingrid Bergman, and a reference to Rappaccini's Daughter.

Labyrinth's Sarah falls into an oubliette, but it's a fairly large and well-lit spherical room built of pale brown stones, a few fallen leaves drifting around, and with a pale gold stylized metal sculpture in the form of a double helix rising in the center. She's just walked all the way around the circular room with one hand on the wall searching for openings, when Hoggle appears and she asks where he came from.

Playing the role of a man who lives in a major city. Two detectives have just left my home after questioning my family and everyone else on the estate, and stressed out, I go to the park for a run. The tree branches are all bare.

3rd person following a woman, and I'm aware this scene is about to become a nightmare, something involving a husband who came back from outer space wrong, carrying something inside him that will manifest in the house in strange ways, killing him and trapping her here. It's already starting to feel like a nightmare, so I take over and steer her toward the front door to change the scene. It takes two doors to leave the nightmare/house.

Outside, I'm my IRL self, and I'm walking out of the mansion I'm temporarily staying at, walking down to the road to see if my IRL sisters have arrived yet. I follow the road toward town, and I pass Tilda Swinton walking the other way and rubberneck shamelessly, walking backwards until she's out of sight. Eventually I come to a fair, where a few people are in costume, including myself, something patriotic-themed. I spot my sisters in the crowd but don't want them to recognize me while I'm in costume. The crowds push me into one of the tents showing various curiosities, and one of them, something about a man who fell from the skies, switches the scene to something more stable.

3rd person following a man who observed that if you trace every human interaction you've had throughout your life, and all the interactions those people had and so on, it creates a fractal pattern which he used to warp time and space around himself, condensing it all into a single point with himself at the center, the God of this world. The ground loops over his head to meet itself in a single vividly-colored sphere. Although he's the only creature that can exist in this sphere, there's a door through which he can watch or enter the old world at any point in time or space. The world's been completely transformed by his actions, all throughout its timeline. At the moment he's observing the writing systems that are developing. He's been translating the various markings that he's seen through the door, images made by different cultures throughout time and space, but as far as he can tell, none of them are using a written alphabet. All the markings translate into numbers.

He walks through the door into the same point in time/space that he'd originally lived, modern times. The place has been through something like an apocalypse as a result of his actions, but it's mostly recovered now. He seeks out a friend who'd tried to stop him, and they talk about the changes in the world, and about what's happened to his older brother's estate since the funeral. 'For a madman, he was alright,' the other man says.

#185 - Time unknown - DILD

I was going for WILD and I hit weak vibrations two separate times but I was disturbed by my wife the first time and lost concentration the second time.

I am in the yard at the old house in Luling, TX with my bro. There was something going on at the church but I can't remember now. Some man walks up talking to me. I suspect he is drunk so I smell his breath as he talks. He purposely talks heavy so that his breath is available for smelling. He has halitosis up no trace of alcohol. There is some conversation.

I go inside to look at something and close the door. There was a lot of panel glass on the exterior wall and door that should not be there. I turn around and really look at the old house. It has crappy siding but I remember brick. My brother is next to me again and I point and say, "That should be brick. I remember brick." Then gradually realize I am dreaming and remember that last time I wanted to burn the house down. I yell at my brother, "Quick! Light a match!" He instantly produces a lit match and it put it to the house. It goes out for a second but I concentrate on what a lit match looks like and it re-lights. I find a quart of motor oil and pour it on the fire. Then I think what I really need is gas. i look down and see a red plastic gas can. I pour the oil on it and the fire trails. I visualize the fire melting the plastic and watch. Jets of fire come spewing out and spread all over the house. The flames looks strange like some kind of fiery water.

Satisfied, I remember the TOTM. I feel like I am going to wake so I hurry. I look at my bro and quickly step into the fire. I feel the warm like an electric blanket is over me and I watch the fire spread from my legs up to my arms and hands. My brother is just standing there, looking at me dumbly. The dream fades but I don't wake up. I have some FA.
I am looking astronomical data. It feels like archived Kepler data. Someone says to look for some star system called "Xeno" "Xenous" Something like that. The dream morphs and at some point Justing Beiber is making out with me. I am outraged when I figure out what is going on and I call him all sorts of names. Britney Spears shows up talking to me like she knows me. I can smell her perfume. I find her attractive for the first time but I realize how much I don't like her and I sort of pity her. I think it is amazing that I am standing here in a Wal-Mart next to Britney and the Beibs. I become lucid but can't remember anything. I must have woke up or had another FA.

There was some dream about Nix and the feeling or lucidity when I woke up for the morning but I can't remember.

This set of non lucid dreams were after a natural and brief WBTB with no supplements. I went for the MILD technique but never got lucid. My recall was pretty good considering that I never made notes in my DJ until after I woke for the morning. I used my old technique of just remembering key words and phrases to jog my memory later. I have had considerable trouble with that since I came back last summer and I'm pretty pleased with myself for getting back into my old technique. It makes those micro awakenings less troublesome with a greater chance of DEILD.

Spaceship.

Someone was going to destroy the earth. I left with a group and we were going to destroy the enemy's ship as they left earth but it turned out that they blew themselves up. Capitan Picard ordered me to activate the radiation bomb anyway just to be sure. There was a blue radius blast with our ship in the center.

Then I look at the Capitan and see he is having a heart attack. I assume there is nothing I can do and just watch him die. I notice that he dropped some playing cards that looks like they are made of thick plastic, much like Rummikub pieces. I pick them all up and see the ace of spades. I keep that one separate to hold for good luck. When I turn to leave I see some woman moving hologram images. It looks like a tournament tier for some kind of anime style fighting game. The woman asks if I want to see who wins but I decline and leave.

I enter a forcefield room outside of the ship. I have some conversation with another woman working at a computer terminal in a jumpsuit. We decide its time to leave.

I go into a glass room with other men an women. We all take out our brains and put them in acrylic containers full of some clear liquid. We have to do this in order to survive warp speed into hyperspace. I relax and close my eyes. I feel myself surge forward and then open then and we all put our brains back in. I look to the person to my right and jokingly say, "Oh no we switched brains. You're in my body." The man looks just like me and starts to panic. I tell him I am just joking and laugh.


Tornado

I am in the back yard thinking about digging a swimming pool by hand. There is a good start already and some strange ceramic pools stacked up. I think about how far to dig and remember some advice my father-in-law gave me.

Then I look up and see dark storm clouds. I watch some rotation start and I hear a neighbor shout, "ROTATION!" I watch it vividly and quickly form into a full tornado and join a giant separate tornado. I stare in fascination but remember the last tornado Joplin had and decide to hide.

When I turn around I realize I am in the trailer we lived in when I was 5. I know I don't have a chance but don't know where else to go. I run around and decide to hide in the bathroom. After a few seconds everything seems calm but I am panting and breathing hard with fear. I go back outside and only see dark storm clouds without a tornado. I wake up panting.


Funeral

I am in some place with a group of people. Most of them are black. Some famous person died and Will Smith is saying some words about him. Then we get to see a brand new music video by Will Smith in the mans honor. It sounds really hip hop style but the video makes no sense. I see some drunk celebrities on the floor looking really confused. (I can't remember who they were supposed to be) I see myself with them. I am the only one to laugh out loud at that point. I look around and say, "I remember that."

Dream 3:

I was going to go on a hike with Tom and Jennifer DeLonge. I went to their house to pick them up. When I got there I realized that I had never been there before. I came into their entry and was in awe as I saw they had a giant sloth skeleton set up. It was the coolest thing I had ever seen in anyone's house before. As Tom, Jennifer and I started our walk, all I could do was to talk about the skeleton and how cool it was and how I wanted one in my house now.