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Me, F and my parents are having lunch and a brasilian guy that I see sometimes where I work is serving us water. I thanked him. He walk aways and I tell them of something (don't know what but it was positive) that he used to do before (? I don't even know him in RL) but he doens't do it anymore.

A blue and orange cat under a couch, he couldn't move his rear legs, and he was crawling with his front legs. He didn't see me as I tried to reach him and he got scared and scratched me.

Some girl on a bike. A really ugly Audi, kind of looked like a Smart (in size) but really weird.

Looking for my velvet high heel shoes for a wedding. Found some boots (that I don't own) with a broken heel. I found the shoes I'm looking for, no wait, these heels are weird, actually really ugly. Oh, here are the shoes I'm looking for. There's something wrong, the velvet fell off and the shoes are now just clear plastic, kinda of remind of cinderella shoes.

Something about guinea pigs.

My bedroom (but didn't look anything like it) full of junk and piles of paper and I think "thats weird, since I'm a minimalist and I've been decluterring my bedroom for months now. How could so much junk have passed unnoticed for so long? (cuz I'm dreaming -.-')

Dream - Lucid

I was in a kitchen that was very cluttered with dishes and such on the counters, which were black. Dallas was with me. I picked up this small silver fairy figurine that was encased in a glass bubble. There were water droplets on the glass, as if it had just been washed. I knew someone else had washed it. I asked Dallas something and turned around and saw him. For some reason, I was afraid he'd get upset with what I asked him. He didn't, however.

The washed figurine had something to do with this Smash Brothers-like adventure/fighting game. The game also had something to do with real life. I saw what was like a cut scene, where all these previously unplayable and evil characters were joining with their friends to join the fight. I remember seeing one that was a blind ant. He had a cane and his eyes were grey. He was with his other ant friends saying he was going to join the fight in more or less words. The ants were "bad", but they were joining forces with the good because there was a greater enemy. I figure it was close to the end of the game.

Then, I was in the bathroom at our apartment. Mk was there too, but she was much taller and had lots more hair, which was all pulled up in a messy ponytail/bun. She was also wearing this multi-colored robe/towel thing. She was reaching into the shower to turn it on when I stopped her, saying
"I need to take a shower. I have to work at 10."
I thought about the current time. It was 8:34am. I was afraid she'd be annoyed or upset, but she turned around, smiled, and stepped away from the shower.

~

I know that I dreamed before this, and I swore I'd remember it, but no dice. Maybe I'll remember later.

2/15/2012
While doing the laundry, I find out the machine came with complementary detergent. I press the button to dispense it. I get one large and three small jugs of detergent.

A girl I haven't seem since elementary school whose name I like is in my English class.

My mom is sleep-talking something about being suicidal. It's kind of disturbing, but it's still just sleep talk. She sticks me with the dog for my vacation. It's a large white poodle that looks neglected (my mom hasn't actually got a dog).

I arrive at the hotel room with the dog and my bag. I just booked my flight for tomorrow after getting here, but there's something else I need to do. For some reason I need headphones, but the only ones I can find are broken. I'm sure I packed working headphones. I make a mess while I'm looking, pulling everything out of my bag, but I don't find them. All of my stuff is so unorganized. It really bothers me. I go out to see if I can find some new headphones to buy, but I don't find anything.

When I get back, my things have been moved and I find two other people in my room: a man and his mostly grown daughter. We talk about random things while I try to put my belongings in order. I tell them I am going to Hawaii and that I have a couple of friends that go to college there. They say "no way!" I try to tell them the name of the university my friends go to, but I can't remember it.

It occurs to me I forgot about the dog, and I don't see him anywhere. I find him in the bathroom. Apparently the hotel staff put him there while I was gone. The other two people in my room have a dog, too. My books got put on the shelves, which are collapsing, and my books are all mixed in with the hotel's books. Several stacks of books fall onto the floor. It really, really bugs me to see books in that condition, but I have too many things to deal with right now to fix it. There is so much extra stuff in this room that I can barely move. There is a set of coins on the table that I didn't put there. The hotel staff left a barrette and a bunch of other crap here (I can't tell if it's complementary, or they charge you if you take it- regardless, I don't want any of this junk). I'm trying to ditch the unnecessary Hawaiian shirts I packed and get my bag ready for the flight tomorrow. I haven't even gone through it and made sure I didn't leave a knife or something in there by accident, which I am always afraid of doing anytime I have to deal with airport security.

I wake up. Blah, what a nightmare, having so much to do and not enough time and everything got messier the more I tried to organize things. I have enough of that sort of stress with going to college. I could do without in my dreams

I fall back asleep.

I'm playing Minecraft. There's a skeleton glitching through the wall (in a corner). I was on the other side of that wall earlier. I try to kill the glitchy skeleton, but I destroy the wall instead. I quickly finish off the skeleton and try to rebuild the wall. I don't have enough stone or cobbles. I frantically look through what I do have, to see if I can find something to finish patching the wall with. I almost use coal ore blocks, but then I decide to use planks instead.

My memory of this part is so fuzzy now, but I know I was lucid. I realized I was dreaming, somehow. There was a guy in a red plaid shirt. I almost forgot it was a dream, walking past some wood tables and chairs, but I reminded myself that it is a dream. At the end, there is a girl with special powers. Everyone is, or wants to, hold her captive because they are afraid of her.

I think I woke up, but it may have been a false awakening. It feels like I'm in SP now. I'm lying on my back, unable to move. My body rotates (or, depending which way you look at things, the room rotates), and my legs end up going through the wall nest to my bed. My body keeps moving, and I end up going all the way through the wall.

I'm in a car. It's very vivid. I take a minute to admire the details: the feel of the seatbelt, the soft interior lining. Kiki (from Sluggy Freelance) is here. I get out of the car. It's parked in a parking lot with construction materials, on a bit of land mostly surrounded by a lake. I tell Kiki to come with me. She jumps out of the car and scrambles up my shoulder. Everything goes fuzzy.

I feel like I'm in SP again. There is a slight but uncomfortable pressure on my midsection.

Now I'm on a sort of rollercoaster. It's a track twisting all around a pole, over this shallow elongated pool of cheesy muckiness. I don't see a rollercoaster car that I am in, but I am going along the rollercoaster. It's like I'm pulling myself along the tracks. My point of view ought to be rotating as I'm going along this twisting track, but it doesn't. I get to the end of the twisty part of the track. Now it goes straight, but I've somehow ended up on the underside of the track. This isn't right.

After the weird track thing, I walk across a bridge. I'm walking down a corridor and see a kid with short platinum blond hair that has a bit that sticks up. He reminds me of Harry Potter. I turn left, walking in his direction. There's a door here, different from all the other doors along the corridor (this place feels like a dormitory). The one odd door looks like it could be sealed from the outside, like a vault. I open the door and look inside. A girl with long black hair is in there. They fear her because she is a summoner. She's my daughter? My alarm goes off.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some large building, like a museum or a student union kind of area. I was on the second floor. To my left was a balcony-like railing that looked out over the first floor. To my right was possibly a dining area.

My old friend Y was standing, leaning against the railing. I hadn't seen her in some time. I was happy to see her. And I was acting (and feeling) like I hadn't expected to see her. But I'm pretty sure I had been expecting to see her, like we'd made plans to meet here.

I walked up to Y and stood beside her, maybe kind of leaning against the railing like she'd been doing. All this time, I felt my mother's presence behind me. I may have heard her voice, too, as if she had somehow planned this meeting between me and Y and was now directing it.

Y was watching a movie that was being projected against the wall opposite the railing. The wall was maybe three stories tall. The projection was hitting the third-floor section of the wall. So we had to kind of look up to see it.

I'm not sure how we saw the movie: the wall was red brick; but the movie showed up just fine, anyway. I think it was a movie that we both liked.

Y and I had had some sort of small conversation. Just the sound of Y's voice made me so happy. I put my right arm around Y, not out of romantic feelings, but just because I was happy to see her again.

But Y was really put-off. She grunted something cold and nasty, even implying that she had some kind of sickness that I'd get by touching her.

She'd done this to me in the past. I knew she was just trying to freeze me out or gross me out so I'd leave her alone. I took my hands off her and watched the movie. We may also have continued talking about something.

Eventually we were planning to "meet for dinner." We walked away from the railing and over to the section of the floor that had dining tables.

But now Y changed into my friend H. H and I sat down at the table to eat. The table was a regular, round dining table, about 125cm in diameter, possibly covered over with a white tablecloth. But it was also crammed, both the table and the chairs, with all kinds of things, like household and personal items.

H and I were trying to sit down so we could eat. All this time I felt my mom's presence behind me. I may also have felt the presence of my old friend R. R's presence seemed particularly bitter.

Eventually I got sat down on a seat. But I was only halfway sat in the seat -- the rest of the seat being cluttered with stuff. I guess that H couldn't find any other place to sit. So she tried to sit on my lap. But something about my lap was making it really awkward for her to sit.

H was wearing a grey mini-skirt and a black shirt. But the mini-skirt kept riding up, almost revealing H's panties, as H tried to sit on my lap.

But now it seemed like H was getting into what I thought of then as a "slutty" mindset. She was really getting turned on by the way her skirt was riding up on my lap. Now she started to do it on purpose. She may even have been pulling it up with her hands and then putting it back down.

I might have started getting turned on. And I may have tried to make a move for H. But at this point, she may have gotten up and walked away. I may have been a little bitter about this. But I think I told myself that when H got back, she and I would just forget about it and have a nice dinner.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was laying down in a living room. There may have been a small party going on somewhere in the house. I was laying on the floor, possibly under a blanket, and surrounded on either side by a lot of clutter. The room was partly dim, as if near me there was a small, incandescent lamp, while everywhere else the room was unlit. Beyond my feet, in the distance, I may have seen the bathroom, which may also have been lit.

A small, blonde woman straddled me and lay down on me. The woman was really thin, and her body was really tight. She was almost as short as a twelve year old girl. The girl wore a short skirt of some kind of colorful, plaid material and a g-string (I saw it in my mind's eye, not with my "normal" vision).

I also had my clothes on. But it almost felt like we were both naked and having sex. The woman's body felt really good up against me.

I thought we should go to a bedroom, so that we could actually take our clothes off and have real sex, instead of whatever we were doing right now. We stood up and walked into a room just off to my right. We stood in the bright room, before a bed that was kind of high -- the mattresses came up just about to my sternum.

The woman and I may have been getting ready to have sex. But suddenly I got an image in my head of my friend H. I thought that since she apparently liked me, I shouldn't be having sex with anybody else.

I was back out in the living room, laying on the floor, possibly waiting for H to come lay with me. I found some of the blonde woman's panties. There were a few pairs of her panties, just laying on the floor to my left, amid the rest of the clutter. I picked up two pairs of panties. They were incredibly small. One pair was silvery. One was white cotton. Both had a skinny kind of cut.

I decided to try the panties on. They were so small that I could hardly get them on my legs. I figured I wouldn't get anywhere close to being able to put them on. I think I was trying to put both pairs on at once. As soon as the fabric of the panties touched my crotch, I came.

Dream #2

I was sitting at my table, holding a book like an old hardcover version of her book Raven's Wing, with the orange cover and blocky, black lettering. But the book wasn't Raven's Wing. I held the book closed and upright, with the back cover mostly facing toward me. The room I was in was remarkably like my apartment, except that it was a tiny bit bigger.

We went to the supermarket and looked at some food, outside the supermarket was a portable shower (like them builders toilets you get) I then went to a local store which was cluttered and the man sell eggs which may have been broken.

03/11/2011
"Stack Shack"

I was trying to help someone get a lot of shit off of their roof. There was literally a teetering column of random junk towering high on top of the house, completely nonsensically. There was an open bag near the top of the pile, which someone was trying to get down. Finally, I just climbed up onto the high platform of random clothes, furniture, etc; trying to pull the bag down. However, no one would help me get it down without dropping it. (Something told me it was fragile, but I can't remember why.) Everyone was pretty much acting like a bunch of stooges. People were jumping from one spot on the roof to another, and I was pretty sure someone was going to fall through, any time, now. It never happened, though.

Later, I was partying with a bunch of friends, and we were using some battery operated glow-sticks. I remember two girls that I was in the hotel with, and I had invited to dinner. I can't remember who they were, exactly, but I think one of them was LAK.



03/21/2011
Fragment
I was deep in the woods. I don't remember exactly what was going on, but I was with someone, and we were being chased by some humanoid creature. It had this alien-ish technology, and was blasting away at us, while we ran for cover. I don't remember ever seeing the weapon, or any bursts of light from the discharge. The only proof that he was actually fire at us were that the trees around us were exploding, sequentially, as if some invisible rounds were blowing the slender trunks apart; missing our fleeing bodies by only a couple of feet at a time.

My friend Marianne and I are in a tiny bathroom trying to get ready to go out. The bathroom is very crowded and steamy, cramped with all kinds of products crowding all the surfaces, and clothes hanging all over the place. Marianne has come into the bathroom rather suddenly, which makes me sort of panic because I was in the process of stealing her shampoo to use on my hair, as I have countless times before, hoping she wouldn't notice. I fake that I was "just looking at it" and look at the other products. She helps me chose one from the other products that best suits my hair type, from the products in the cabinet mirror. After I put the shampoo in my wet hair, she gives me a tight hug from behind, and I notice she smells my hair. I think this is sweet, but a bit strange.

We are just about ready to go when she disappears for a second to call down to the pub to see what the drink and dinner specials are, she comes back and seems pleased with what she found out. She tells me to hurry and finish up so we can beat the crowd. I hurriedly climb back into the shower with my robe on, and the water is running, so my robe gets soaked. It's heavy and cumbersome so I struggle with it to get it off. I start dancing around in the shower, singing to myself, then Marianne comes back in again and is talking to me. She's talking about gas explosions and how scary they are while she tries to free the toilet area of its clutter. There are stacks of magazines under it and stuff all around it. She says that when the heater starts to shoot steam it's your warning to run like hell, because the gas explosion is imminent at that point. While she is de-cluttering she accidently rips the toilet off the wall. I notice that it's olive green, 70's style. We both watch in horror as she notices she's ended up putting her hands in the nasty part of the toilet, under the rim.