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10/1/11

DILD

Recall: poor (it was a few days ago)

Notes: I was sleeping in a hotel

I was driving my car and struggling mightily. I was wasted and could barely control myself, let alone the car. I was nowhere close to staying in a lane. And sure enough, I look back and a cop is pulling me over. I think that there is no way I am going to get out of this. At that moment I realized that it was a dream. Thank God. It started to fade and I was okay with that because I was having a bad time anyway. After a few seconds I realized that I wanted to stay in the dream so I focused on the sensations I felt driving my car. I felt my bed under me and I lost my vision, but I was visualizing and imagining the tactile sensations. I wanted to get back into the same dream so I could go and fight the cop.

After a few moments I was back in the dream with my car stopped. I got out and walked over to the cop car. I wanted to beat the crap out of him. I look in the window and he was a....her. And she was pretty hot. She was short and thin with dark red hair. I went to plan B and started making out with her. Things got hot and heavy for awhile and I think I moved on to involve other girls too.

After awhile I noticed that some cops were after some black guy. I decided to join the hunt. He ran to the front of a large apartment building and flew up. I tried to fly up, but I was too close to the wall and when I got close I lost speed and had to grab a ledge. It ended up being a 40 ft. super jump. I quickly climbed to the top of the building and resumed the chase. He turns and tries to fight me. I decide to instead use my telekinesis to suspend him in the air, helpless. He ran at me and I lifted him up. His momentum caused him to drift in the air towards me. I take a step back and I am holding him still about 3 ft. in the air. He squirms and tries to fight his way out, but it doesn't help. I am bringing him back to the police when I wake up.

I haven't written in my dream journal in several months but I'm trying now to get back into the habit.

Magazine, Polar Bear
I'm with my sister and I think my mother. We are at a zoo, but the style of the architecture is like a Japanese monastery alongside a quiet brook and a wooden bridge. We are writing an article about the zoo for a magazine. I remember the image of arranging blocks of text and pictures on a white template.

Then we are looking at the polar bear and I admire how it's fur looks when it's all wet. But then the bear sees me and gets angry. He leaps over the railing of his pen and starts chasing me. I turn and run along the brook to the bridge and across. I feel that if I can just get across the bridge and over one more fence that I will be safe.

Then the bear chase scene repeats twice more. The last time, the bridge looks different and I am confused that I am going the wrong way.

I woke up pretty frightened. Just a dream.... Just a dream.... I couldn't get back to sleep. After about an hour of failing I got up and read for a bit. Eventually got back to sleep, not sure when.

Lucid, Can't Move
I start with a false awakening. It's quite dark. I look down toward my feet and see my room looks very different from what it should. I am confused, I try to think where I am and what time it is. I realize I am dreaming but without much clarity. I concentrate on my body for a moment as I prepare to move. I am afraid I am feeling my physical body and if I move I will wake up. I try to push that thought out of my mind and just do it. I try to sit up but instead hover and tumble as if weightless in outer space. My body just drifts through the air; I am paralyzed and can move my limbs or neck.

I drift through the room toward the door. I try to observe the place but it's very dark and unclear. As I float through the door and then the ceiling and walls, the scene seems to change, but always a dark room cluttered with unidentifiable objects. In one room, it seems to be a dark night club and I think I see people but they are all frozen and don't move.

After about a minute of this, I sense that I am not just floating but rather that someone is holding me and guiding me along. I speak weakly "Who?". Then with more confidence in my voice, I say more clearly "Who is holding me?" I try to turn my head to look but can't hardly. I start to be become unnerved and force myself to wake up.

Lucid, Come Fly With Me
I begin again with a false awakening. It is similar to the previous dream: a dark room that seems somewhat like my real bedroom but unfamiliar. This time, I hear my mother's voice from the next room. She's saying something about missing the bathroom. I think, wait, do I live with my mother? I have to think about that one real hard. No, I don't. This is a dream.

I sit up in bed and the dream is quiet unstable. My mother enters the room. I get up and walk towards her but she gets pulled back and disappears in the void. I turn toward the bathroom, I suppose instinctively as something I do when I wake up. I hear another voice. Not my mother. It sounds like a younger girl. I turn back to the door to look at her and I see faintly a pretty girl with brown hair. She's half invisible and the whole dream is still quite unstable. I walk toward and reach for her but she's floating away. It's like she's just an image on my retina that don't get closer as I move. I follow the image of her through several doors and hallways. Her image morphs and fades in and out.

I slow down, I try to focus. I stop walking and just look at my surroundings. Things become clearer and the girl in front of me becomes solid. I grab her hand and say "Hi, you're so beautiful." I lead her through another door and we are outside. It's sunny, though we are in the shadow of the building we just exited. It seems like a garden-style condo complex. I lead the girl toward the sunlight, not sure where I am going. As we pass a doorway, I spot another person peeking out the door. It's another girl, this one blonde and with a bright blue dress. I take her hand and lead both girls out to the edge of the building where there are some trees. I turn back and look at the girls. They are both very pretty. I see now that the first is wearing a red dress under a leather jacket. They have earrings and make up and handbags. They look sharp.

Without really thinking, I climb the tree and use it to get on the roof. I help the girls up as well. I want to fly and I want them to fly with me. They don't seem convinced that they can. I try to explain that they can. I'm not sure exactly what I said.

Then my recall skips. I think maybe I flew away alone and landed elsewhere. I can begin to recall again being in a different part outside of the condos. The sun is vividly bright. Looking down at the white sidewalk makes my eyes strain. I look up and see yet another girl. This one with a bright magenta dress. Looking at it too makes my eyes hurt. I walk closer to her to get a look at her face. Then everything fades away and I wake up.

My first attempt at dream recall was successful! I only remember fragments, but that's better than nothing!



With two cars on my tail, I sped through three lanes of oncoming traffic, driving like a madman in attempts to lose my tail. My point of view was positioned over the front passenger window of the car, it looked like I was driving some sort of classic muscle car. The car was an ugly brown colour, but for some reason it was covered in a bright blue sheen, like blue lights were reflecting off the car at all angles. This looked similar to an effect in a video game I was playing, Driver: San Francisco.

I was at some area that looked like my old high school, and someone was coming to get D, J, and I. We all split up, running our separate directions. I want to say what or whoever was chasing us, was closer to me, like any other chase dream, but something happened. Suddenly I had the cape from Super Mario World.



I didn't have a single thought being captured after sprinted, and went air born. I was up in the air about fifty feet, looking down at everything. Slowly I glided back down to the ground, and decided to try it again. I took a few steps and moon jumped into the air, and grabbed on to the corners of my cape. I pointed myself towards the ground, and took a nose dive at the earth. Just at the last second, I leveled out, and my cape was full wind. It threw me back up higher than I had originally started. I even thought about how different this version of flying was compared to my normal lucids, but I don't think I was lucid...I was just enjoying things. I took another nose dive at the ground, and tried to smash it, but I woke up before impact.

Chase. Slide. A guy with long hair throws bananas on the floor, while being chased, on a sliding board.

Running. A chase. Hiding under the spiral stairs in a mall. A school dormitory. A hallway like that in elementary school. A colored caretaker. She doesn't mind even if I'm running from the law. At first, the room is shared. Then I was shown a wide room and bed for me alone.

I was in our dormitory in Libertad. A roommate.

NOTE: Suddenly opened my eyes in real life. Shocked at the sudden, no-transition awakening.

15-08-11 I get teleported into a gorgeously decorated church. I am not alone, there is a vampire with me. The church is quite famous though I don't know which it is. I am amazed by this. And I start laughing in wonder, I look back and see if I am the only one experiencing this reaction.

The vampire, who looks like Bill off true blood, does seem a bit impressed, however he isn't only happy and excited. His face is lighting up and he is in agony, didn't think of the whole vampire on sacred grounds thing.

I rush to him kneel down and put my hand over his face and throat and keep chanting “your spirit is welcome here”. After a while he settles down relived of the holy pressure and a thought occurs to me. If he was feeling the effects, why wasn't I, being half vampire myself. I look back and see a bunch of sorcerers walking slowly towards us.

One of them seems as surprised as I am at my freedom from the pressure. Then she looks a bit to her right and breaths out a bit of mist.

“Thank you Jake/Jack” I whisper and think of the ghostly spirit that is accompanying us. I recall who they are and address the people walking towards us, being confident that I could annihilate them should a confrontation arise.

“The Order of St. Giles right?” These people are vigilant vampire hunters, we are however not here to cause trouble and we don't wish unnecessary bloodshed. I explain that the man lying wounded on the floor is a good man, though he is a vampire.

I manage to persuade them to listen out for a second and next we are sitting around a table in a booth towards the front of the church. This time Erik is there as well and it seems like we have earned the trust of the order (In the Dresden Files they are known as the Fellowship, but hey, my dream).

I tell him that we will get his memory restored in no time. He sort of looks at me blandly, but looks grateful as well.

The scenery starts moving about quickly and I think I switch character. I am moving away from the church and it is dark around me. The streetlights don't produce much surrounding light, but sticks to an unnatural cone straight down.

I keep moving away from the church eventually going under ground, where I have to move under some metal fences for quite some time. On the other side the character I am, a little blond chubby boy is given a spell that for some reason is dangerous to vampires. I am not quite there to witness exactly what happens, but a big bad ass vampire in a black long leather jacket appears.

I think he deals with the person who gave the information away as I retreat bellow surface the way I came. I wonder on the way back how illogical this is, as if he was chased by a vampire he would be dead soon enough, though I rationalize that maybe big baddie didn't know which direction I went.
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I am in a rather big city. Lasse F is there, though the chronicling of the dream is slightly off.

I meet up with a woman I know in a shop, I don't know her name though. She has some markings on her lower left face, but I am left in doubt if these are permanent or just some recent light scaring. Her hair is shoulder short and approaching black in color.

I dunno exactly what we are talking about, in general I think it is just some small talk to get to know each other. I think we are in the same school. We leave the shop rather quickly and continue the conversation on the street, where we depart soon after.

I am at the same spot in the streets now I am talking to Lasse F. I ask him quickly what city in Europe he would consider the best architecturally. I am expecting something like Barcelona or Amsterdam, though he doesn't answer with any of these cities.

I don't hear what he says at first, and when I ask him what he said he seems unwilling to repeat himself.

The dream is working towards a big meet up of a line of characters, some I know and some I don't. I remember not if this actually takes place in the end or not.
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I am in a book shop of some description and all of a sudden a battle between a death eater and a harry-potter-like character takes place. I am not sure if there is an actual battle or it is just pretense. The Harry Potter character is a woman/girl with spiky hair of a dark color.

I sit back silently knowing that I could take them both on and get out on top.
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I talk with a couple of friends about the way people have gone traveling and are unlikely to come back. One of these is Minka and her brother gets used as an example of a person that has left and isn't coming back.

I mention Anders as a person that has come back, and Skovborg might be in the room, he himself as an example of a returner.

Dream 1
I was being chased by Benson from Regular Show he was really angry. Somehow Cristiano Ronaldo was there wearing number 27 when he's 7 which I changed when I realised. I don't know why Benson was chasing me but he was mad.



I was playing for Manchester United (FINALLY) and I played against Chelsea and West Ham I think. It was really sunny and I think someone scored an own goal at one point. Rio Ferdinand was there too.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I'm currently away from home, which has benefitted my recall for some reason. I will be away for the next two weeks, so here's hoping I can finally get that elusive high-level LD and complete the next installment of the MDP. The other two were very shallow and uneventful. I'm posting these entries from my iPod for the duration of the trip, meaning possible typos and other formatting errors. I'm checking them over but something is bound to mess up and go unnoticed, so please excuse any errors.

Part 1 - Gale

I was in a basement of an unidentifiable house. This basement was square in shape with white walls and plush tan carpet. It was soft to walk on, which I couldn't feel with my feet, but I did see how the carpet sunk slightly with every step I took. The room wasn't well lit at all; it was dark except for one circular light right in the ceiling, which gave off a yellow glow that didn't quite fill the entire room. It was more of a spotlight. The light was shining down onto a polished wooden coffee table directly underneath it. I was still near the walls of the room, so I turned and started to walk towards the table. As soon as I took another step, the dream seamlessly skipped and I was now right by the table, on my knees, crouching down slightly to look at something that was underneath it.

I saw Gale Boetticher, a character from the television series Breaking Bad, under the table.

Gale was lying under the table on his back, his legs sticking out from one end. His eyes were open but not wide, and his mouth was slightly parted. The back of his head looked bloody, although it was in shadow (the rest of him should've been too, because the table was blocking the light from reaching him, but for some reason his body was well lit. I noticed that some of the skull on the back of his head was missing too. I knew that he was dead. I did not feel scared or ominous, but simply a vague sadness.

The dream skipped again. I was now standing up. Gale was now lying on the table, still on his back with his arms hanging over the sides, and underneath in the carpet was a large, irregularly-shaped patch of blood that looked older. It was fully absorbed into the carpet. I wasn't sure why I was there with the body, whether because I killed him or because my mother did - you can understand why I considered these possibilities as you read the rest of this dream.

Part 2 - Escape

I was in a room downstairs in my house. The room was about 15x15 feet, and pretty much empty. There was only a queen-sized bed with a wool blanket of lighter cream color on top; it was small compared to the mattress so it didn't hang over the sides that much. The headboard was an antique-style rectangle of polished wood. The room didn't have a closet, even though it had a large one in real life. In the right corner of one wall was a very basic wooden door with no patterns or anything, and it was wide open.

I knew my mom was in the house, and that she would be coming after me, furious and pissed off. She was trying to kill me. I was positioned a few feet from a small rectangular window on the wall, which was a good seven feet up and only two feet wide, much less tall. That was my only chance of escaping. I looked back at the doorway; she wasn't here yet. I had to get out now though. I knew that she wasn't armed, but she was capable of severely hurting me or killing me. I then looked up at the window, a good two feet above me, and jumped at it, pulling myself up easily with my hands (it was indented a few inches in the wall). The window itself was a plain panel of thicker glass. I punched it and it shattered as if the glass was thin and delicate; the pieces were thin too. I scrambled out on my stomach and into the my backyard, which was where the window led to. That's all I remember about this segment.

Part 3 - Rooftops

This was a shorter part of the dream. I was still on the run from my mother, but now my sister was with me. It was still daytime, and we were in a suburban neighborhood. The houses were all similar in nature, with modern stucco exteriors. There were only slight variations in the shapes and sizes. I was walking, rather fast, down the sidewalk of a longer road with my sister, with the houses on both sides. The road was just asphalt, there were no lines or markings or cars.

I turned around and saw my mother coming out from around the side of a house. She was looking around a lot, and then her head suddenly turned towards me. Although she was wearing black sunglasses and was a good block and a half away, I could tell she was furious and that her look was sadistic. "Come on!" I whispered sharply to my sister, and I made a big jump up onto the top of a house. I didn't see my sister follow me and jump onto the house, but I "knew" she was right behind me. I also "knew" that my mom couldn't jump that high, but we still had to lose her. We ran down the (flat, although from the ground the roofs were all triangular) rooftops and jumped to the next one over and over. As we did, the viewpoint changed from first to third person. During third person view, the roofs we were traveling on became triangular again. We had lost my mom by the end of the segment.

Part 4 - Policeman

It was in the evening, dark outside, and I was in a large community building, almost like the dining hall of a homeless shelter. I'm not sure what I was doing here because the dream didn't give any hints. I didn't see anyone that I knew (including my sister). I saw many people all gathered in different spots in the room, talking to each other; the whole room was like a convention. I don't remember many details of this place, except there were two full-story windows with many different pieces in them. Past the windows, it was very dark outside, and you couldn't see anything out there. But that wasn't the important part. I was near the entranceway, which was wide enough for three people to walk through shoulder-to-shoulder, positioned near the corner of where two walls joined; past this entrance was a hallway going perpendicular to it.

I was about to walk through into the hallway. I was mere feet away from the door when a police officer suddenly walked up to me. He was a heavier-built man in a black police uniform, with very dark grey patches here and there. He was probably six feet, whereas I'm only five feet, four inches. He looked at me and said, "excuse me, can you come here please?" and gestured toward me with his pointer finger. Then he looked away slightly, down at the ground as if I were a kid and he was about to ask, 'what was that?'. I quickly walked past him and had to push his hand off my arm; he was barely gripping me yet I felt that could've been enough to get ahold of me. I got away though.

Sometime after this, I hijacked a car and drove away with it, but I don't remember what kind/colour it was. I only know that I was going fast down a street, and that there was a man clutching the outside of the car, trying to hold on, and his face was sticking into the car through the open window. He was saying, "give me my car back!". I rolled the window up on him by pushing the horn section of the steering wheel.

Part 5 - The River

This segment began with me running up to a fence, grabbing the diamond-shaped links, and pulling myself over it easily. In this part of the dream, I was using superpowers, mainly super strength. As soon as I got over the fence and landed, I landed on a grassy riverbank; it was only ten feet until the river. This river, on both sides, was lined by trees but the part of the riverbank I was on had no trees; it was a small clearing.

Needless to say, I made two floating superjumps, and on the second one, I got within a foot of the river. I jumped into it and the river dropped off sharply; I was now in deep water. From the outside, it definitely looked like it should've dropped off slowly because I could see the sloping rocks and pebbles under the water, but that was not the case. I turned left and started swimming down the river at a slightly faster than normal speed. Somehow I managed to keep my head above the water, even though I wasn't using my arms at all. I knew I'd have to go under, though, because I was afraid the man whose car I'd stolen, and my mother, would see me. I also knew that to go underwater, I had to be able to breathe underwater. I vaguely remember asking a fisherman for a spell that could do this, which he told me, and I remember actively trying to memorize it. When I spoke the spell, I had a Harry Potter-related vision. Harry was in his red "triwizard tournament" swimming outfit (from The Goblet of Fire). At that moment, I went underwater and attempted to breathe, with a slight fear that I wouldn't be able to, and that I would drown. But I was able to breathe. It was like taking in heavier air; it required more lung power. I arced deeper underwater where it became almost pitch black, and I saw two strange squids coming towards me. They were burgundy and had yellow eyes. When I saw them, the lighting quickly became a bit brighter and bluer, but I still couldn't see them perfectly. I grabbed the first one, which must have been the size of a seadoo, and pulled its tentacles off. There was no blood or anything; the tentacles came off in one big bunch as if it were a living toy made of two pieces. The connecting outline was wavy. I squished the other squid against the underwater "wall" of the river. Again, there was no blood.

Libertad in Bacolod. Looking for something. The Smart office? The girl I was with was giving directions, but is finding it hard to describe it. She then said that it's near the dorm where we had a sleep-over before. I said I remember where it is, and so I can find it easily.

Then I was going into that dorm. It was very messy. Not a room I like at all. And it was dark, with only a little yellowish light, as if from a candle, that lights the place. I went into the bathroom and found two guys there, and the toilet bowl was stuffed with either dirty paper or cloth. I think I slept overnight.

I was at home. In the kitchen area. It looks a bit dark. Rainy morning or afternoon.

I was in an office, working on computers. The environment was white. I was with co-workers/students. I was just starting when we were told by a lady in a white lab coat to shut down. I got irritated because it takes ages to shut down my computer.

Then there was a yellow hologram of a woman wearing glasses. She was saying something but I forget, or probably it was inaudible. Then she disappeared. Suddenly, there were robbers. They were demanding access to something. Probably money, but I had the idea of a "key." Then the hologram lady appeared, and she told them it will take them 10 weeks (or something) to access it. And then, in the hologram, she was shot, and she slumped over her desk. A guy appeared in the hologram, and said he got "it." They left.

Then suddenly, the "hologram lady" appeared in the flesh and blood, demanding how they could have broken the code. I went, along with others, to the hologram room. It was nothing more than a 4x4 feet closet, attached beside the window. The door and walls are broken.

I tried tracing the robbers. I draw a pentagram on the wooden floor, and slapped my right hand on it. Then I held it up and feel where they went. They haven't gone far yet. They went into the forest. I chased after them.

The area actually looks more like a camping site. There were tree houses and a mansion nearby. I then encountered a group of classmates (from high school, presumably, but none of them looks familiar) carrying food and drink (beer, probably). They said something about eating or something. I decided to hang out with them.

Hazy. I was in the camp, and was asked what I want to eat. There was only a choice of horse soup(?) at the moment. The priest who was there said that they thought they started the fire before they left. The cook (who looks like a bipedal horse) said that they had to catch the horse to be cooked after that. They started praying and ate.

I was in the city. Italy (how the hell would I know?? I haven't been there, but my mind came up with the place). Someone was chasing "us." There were two of us. And the agents chasing us were from the government. They were trying to catch us with special abilities. Either me or one of us can teleport. We were on a bridge with a lot of people. We "jumped" into something, but were pushed off. It was a scientist doing something. Then we landed on an underwater invention by another scientist. He explained to us how it crawls spider-like on the sea floor. Then he found out we were being chased by the government, and he pushed us off the thing and into the sea of beautiful marine ecology.

I'm running from something. Someone. I don't know. It's a field at first. A couple buildings on the edge. Suddenly the area quickly transitions to something along the lines of ancient Rome. Everything has a slight sepia tint to it as if it's not perfectly 'clean.' I run up a building and I find myself facing away from me, looking out a balcony over the ancient city. He turns around and its not me. I know his name is Rangle. I don't know why. I remember a spear being thrown. I don't remember who threw it or who it hit, but I woke up.

7:36 AM

A large building similar to a mall but with the exterior masonry and such on the inside. Running around, jumping and grappling through different paths. Bricks, colors, textures, etc keep changing. Need to get to the parking lot to my nisan because trucks are beginning to crash through walls. I reach my car have. Have to crash through a wall to get out.

The first part of the dream that I remember is being in the mall. We were leaving a hurry because I sensed that this guy was a serial killer and that he was following us. He was going to kill me because I didn't believe in God. Another man from the store ended up approaching me. He claimed that the government was going to be putting a chip in my brain, they had already done it to him and I was next. I assumed he was a schizophrenic and hurried to get into my mother's car.

We, my mother and I, were leaving and we saw these kids getting busted. This cop started searching their truck for what seemed like no reason. They strted finding all kinds of pot and the cop was giving them a hard time calling them all sorts of horrible names and stuff acting like they killed someone. I remember her saying something about them getting their weed from Jamaica. We were waiting to get out of the parking structure and my window was down so I started to talk shit. There were a bunch of people around so I was being loud. The cop looked like Becky from my lab. I said, "Way to arrest people for delivering people's medicine. A law gets passed and then our bitch governor goes and delays it so sick people can't get the medicine they need, and now here you are ruining a couple kids lives and treating them like shit for deliveing what the law said shold be allowed." Everyone was cheering for me and stuff.

Some guy walked up all pissed off and was giving me shit, telling me I'm a pot head. I told him I don't smoke weed because I have a busy life and put it behind me for that reason. He said he use to smoke weed too and us having to quit is proof that it's bad. I told him that some people are different, some people can smoke it once in awhile without smoking it every day. People are different. Just because he can't handle it doesn't mean it's evil and that no one else should get to use it. He got really pissed, and I felt threatened so we rolled up the window and pulled forward.

We were trying to get out of this structure, but their were two cars blocking us, the first was backing up over and over and pretending to go forward and then stopping. A guy walked up and put a gun to our window. I started looking for another gun so I could prevent him from hurting my mother. Somehow I got one and I put it up to the window, aimed at his chest, and pulled the trigger. It just clicked. He started sticking his gun through a hole in the car door. I'm not sure what happened at this point, the next thing I remember is being in a back seat next to my mom with some crazy guy up front. He was apparently the true target of the police and since I had created a scene he didn't get caught. He was a serial killer. He said some garbage and I was extremely afraid. I felt like since I had to open my big mouth, now my mother's life was in danger. It was my fault. I was so angry at myself. I started searching for a way out I thought maybe this is all just a dream and closed my eyes in an attempt to collapse it, when I opened them I found myself outside and the vehicle drove away with my mother inside. I became more angry than I've ever been. I shouted, "Fuck this! My mom couldn't have been kidnapped, this can't really be happening! This has to be a dream!" I started slapping myself, trying to figure out if I was dreaming or not, I couldn't tell.

I decided, dream or not, it didn't matter anymore. I had lost the most important person to me in my entire life and I had to get her back. I would do anything to do it, no matter how illegal. So I got in my vehicle and floored it after the car. I was going to kill this man. I got on the freeway, and began accelerating until I hit full speed. I was weaving in and out of traffic, but I couldn't find the vehicle anywhere. I went up a hill and then down. While going down I thought to myself, "I wonder if I could skate down this somehow..." All of a sudden I was riding one of those disks that you sled on in the snow. I was skating downhill on it, and would hit the uphill part right after and launch into the air. I began skating down this freeway at extreme speeds, down and uphills, jumping them when going back up. That's when I realized I was definitely dreaming. Not only because I was skating down the freeway on a sled (it would seem that should have been the duh moment) but because of the amount of air I was getting and the lack of pain caused by the fall from it. It did feel like my ankles were getting soar though, it was really weird, and that made me start to question it again haha. Basically I just continued skating until I woke up. Skating down the freeway at mach 5 on a sled disk is intense!

Dream 1:
I am in an office room at a school next to a muddy river. There is a large mohagany table in the center of the room. I remember something about talking to coach rodriguez. I then go to the river and instead of trees surrounding me there are a series of uniform apartment buildings that look exactly the same. I remember something about thinking how realistic they look, but before becoming lucid I bump into an odd guy in a tent. I tell him I can't talk to strangers and then he starts chasing me. I run into the school (I am much faster than him), and run into the office. I tell Mr. Rodriguez, but he just says, "Fascinating," and goes into the other room. It is now dusk, and I lock the doors. The stalker tries to get in, and when he finds the doors locked, he punches throught the windows and climbs in. I crouch out of sight behind a table.
"Ninja, I know youre in here. Come out, come out, wherever you are!" He cackles maniacally. I bumb my head against the underside of the table and he chuckles. "It seems I've caught the rabbit in its den. I see you, Ninja." He lunges for a kitchen kife and advances on me. I grab an exacto knife and take up a defensive stance. He lunges at we and slashes at my left side, and I unsuccessfully parry his strike. He slits open the back of my hand, but I manage to put a deep long gash down his calf.

Dream 1:
I am in a room that resembles a fancy hotel room, along with 10 or so other people. The door is barracaded and someone outside is trying to break the door down. There is an open window overlooking a three story drop to a manicured lawn below. It is dark out. Everyone is heading toward a big backpack type thing that is hovering in midair. most of them are crawling into the backpack, which is obviously magical, because although it is really big, it can't logically hold the eight people that are climbing into it. It is also hovering in midair.

"Hurry up Ninja! They'll break throgh the door any second now!"
Sure enough, the wood is beginning to splinter. I ran over to where the others were waiting, but one of the people climbed into the backpack before I got there, and when I tried to climb in there was no more room.
I and the girl who had told me to hurry up climb on top of the backpack and hold its straps, which act as the steering (at this point, the backpack doesn't resemble a backpack as much as a speeder bike made out of cloth). We turn to the window just as the door is slammed off it's hinges by this burly security guard. I gun the engine and we shoot out the window as he yells at us to stop (it almost reminds me of the beginning of the second harry potter movie) we hit the lawn and speed off, trying to get to the exit on the grounds. The setting is now changing to my elementary school near the blacktop. We go on, dodging security and I think we escape.