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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:
This one is pretty fragmented, but I won't count it as a fragment because there are enough remembered pieces to make a full entry.

Part 1 - Assassin

I was at my house, in the square-shaped living room. The lighting was dark, but one corner of the living room had an almost spotlight-like glow to it, from a light source somewhere on the ceiling, angling towards that corner. The lighting was yellowish, and it almost had a greenish tone to it. The floor was a plush tan carpet, and in the corner, on the wall below the spotlight, where the spotlight, there was a black flatscreen television. I'm guessing it was fifty inches. It was on, but I can't remember what it was displaying. In front of this television, there were two pale red leather chairs with taller backs. And there were four or five people hanging out in this little area. They were targets of mine.

I was behind them, a good ten or fifteen feet back. I slowly crept forward, close to the ground, and brought my right hand forward. In this hand, I was holding a staff! It was a slightly matte gold color, and it had a long, thicker strip of gold shaped into the outline of a heart on the end. At the end of the staff, on top of the heart, was a small red ruby. It was shaped like a bipyramid, ie. the shape you'd get if you stuck the bottoms of two pyramids together.

I said, "watch out" in an intimidating tone. Then I kicked off from the ground and jumped directly over the two chairs, so I could see who was in them. When I was in mid-air, my movement slowed to a standstill, which was an interesting effect. I stayed suspended in the air for a few moments, and the two people who were sitting in the chairs stood up and gasped at me. The other people backed up against the wall; one person put their hands up in front of them. I brought the staff over my left shoulder and swung it back out in front of me, strongly, and it created a sheet-like, crescent-shaped white blast of light. It knocked everyone out.

Part 2 - Kicking Back... at the Enemies

This is the last part of the dream I remember before waking up.

There was a large, decently-lit hexagonal room that was probably 50x50 feet, and probably had a ceiling twice the height of those in an average house. I knew this ceiling was made of a thin sheet of steel without even looking at it; I knew the steel was thin enough to blast through, but I didn't consider doing so. The walls of this room were essentially six taller glass panels; they were pretty thick, and bulletproof. They didn't touch at the corners, but were connected by small metal hinges, like the kind you see in restroom stall doors. The walls were unable to be moved, though.

This entire room was inside a larger one that was poorly lit. I couldn't see the dimensions, but I did know it wasn't that much bigger. The walls of the two rooms were pretty tight and close together. I also knew that the walls of the larger room were made entirely of dark grey, bricked-shaped stones, and the floor was concrete. I knew this because I was standing not five feet away from the entrance to the glass room. The entrance was in one of the glass panels, and basically just consisted of a rectangular section of glass that would detach from the panel and slide upward, creating an opening.

Inside the glass room, the ground was grass, and there was a wide mote that went along the back half of the room. This mote wasn't at ground level, but was four or five feet deeper into the ground. In the middle of the room was a mound covered in taller grass, and a tree. I can't remember what the tree looked like, but I knew its branches spread out towards the edges of the room and almost created a ceiling of leaves. Along with this scenery, there were lots of people. The whole room was packed; from the outside I didn't recognize anyone because they were all walking around, sitting, looking at me through the glass. At this point, I knew I was with my sister and another friend (whom I don't remember) but I didn't actually see them yet.

"Ready?" I asked out-loud to my two companions, but if they were there, they didn't answer. I didn't think this was odd, though. I ran towards the glass door that slid open very fast. A bunch of people had congregated at the door and were tripping over each other, trying to get out. The majority of them were on the floor, on their stomachs; there was a mass with probably three layers of people on top of each other. The crowd came up to my chest - hardly anyone was standing anymore! I ran at them, knowing I had to knock them all out.

I was now right outside the entrance. I started to kick people back, folding my right leg and forcefully kicking out, slightly downwards at the people. A few of them ended up running away, but my dream-self didn't notice or care. I remember seeing Matt Damon's head poking out of the crowd; he had lighter brown hair and a lime green hoodie; he was practically buried under everyone else. I continued to kick at people. A few of these people reacted oddly and ended up flying right into the center of the glass room, as if they were made of feathers! During a few kicks, I saw the arms of people reach out and briefly grab my leg, but their grips weren't very strong, and I just pulled my leg back to continue attacking. After a few minutes, I backed up a bit. I saw Halle Berry at this time. She had a short haircut and she was wearing a modern red dress, crawling out of the room right beside me. I can't remember what happened to her. I was still outside of the glass room, so I had to make an effort to get in. I leaped onto the mass of people and bounded over them, landing in the grass. All the people now got up as if they'd rehearsed getting out of that heap, and spread out into the room. I looked behind me and saw a person running up to attack me. I landed a roundhouse kick to them.

I remember using superpowers too, when I was in the glass room, but I can't remember what they were. They mostly involved magic, but I'm positive I used super strength as well.

I attempted to DEILD, because in the end I felt my senses pouring in from waking life, but I failed it.

MILD starting off to when I get lucid.

I was in a forest, and knew I was dreaming. Suddenly I heard a huge slam sound right behind me. I turned to look.

Adele was staring at me with a lighter. She lit a tree on fire.

"There's a fire starting in my heart...reaching a fever pitch and it's bringin me out the dark. Finally I can see you crystal clear...etc"

I just stared at her watching her sing. I heard stomping and turned around. There were about 100 chairs and every person looked like a zombie. This was getting a bit weird, and I decided I would fly up out of the forest, but I woke up.

This first dream is out of order, but I went ahead and posted it for the Nightstalker Task Club.

July 8, 2011
Lucid Dream 241: Arise From Your Grave
Series: Task-tacular, Episode 2
DILD



It was night time and I was hanging out on the deck of some random house. There were several other people with me, but I can't remember who they were. We were talking about forming a Resistance Group in order to fight off the military. Apparently, some other country had taken over the eastern United States. During these talks, I suddenly realized I was dreaming.

I jumped off the deck and landed in the yard below. There was a full moon and the trees around the area looked quite sinister in the dark. It reminded me of the Nightstalker Task Club. I decided to resurrect some bodies. I looked around the yard and noticed a large area where the grass had died and there were scattered tombstones. I stood above it and started muttering some made-up incantation. I flexed my fingers and started to feel a force connected with my hand. It felt like my hands were magnetized to the ground. With a bit of extra effort, I slowly raised my arms/hands up into the air. As I did this, the ground began to crumble in front of me and a group of zombie soldiers emerged from the ground. They were wearing very futuristic gear and holding strange looking guns. Their body armor was metal and very robotic. It was sort of like soldier from Halo, only with less armor coverage. They moaned and wandered randomly around the yard I was in. They didn't seem to be interested in me at all. My hands still felt heavy, so I lifted them even higher into the air. A large metal frame began to surface. It was the frame of a Knightmare (a mech unti from the anime Code Geass). It was black and looked awesome. I couldn't wait to get into the knightmare and kick some zombie ass with it. As I was climbing into the unti, my dream began to fade. I thought, "No please, just a bit longer...don't do this now!" I tried to hurry up and get into the knightmare, but I awoke before I got the chance.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Task-tacular," I take on the Advanced Tasks of the Month, Tasks of the Year, or some other sort of predetermined dream task. Stay tuned for more episodes in the series.



June 15, 2011
Lucid Dream 242: Free Table Show
Series: Sexcapades, Episode 11
DILD



I was at some huge park-like area. There was some sort of mellow music concert going on west of my position. Me, JT, Cliff, and some other random people were sitting on top of a grassy knoll. We were passing a blunt and I was slowly becoming lucid. Finally, I full grasped the fact that I was dreaming.

I looked around and saw a baseball. I picked it up and told JT that I would challenge him to a throwing contest. He threw first and it went about as far as I expected. I then put some extra thrust into mine and launched it. As it soared across the landscape I used my lucidity and dream control to push it further and further along. Finally, it landed after traveling and impossible distance. We threw again and the same thing happened. JT had caught on and said, "Wait a second? We are dreaming aren't we?" I laughed and told him that he was a bit slow today.

We took flight and flew down toward a large blue building. I landed in a seated position on the window seal. A few moments later, JT came crashing into me and I fell backwards through the window and into the building. I fell around 20 feet onto a concrete floor. It didn't hurt in the slightest. I got to my feet and jumped up into the rafters. I started swinging around the rafters, using the beams like a gymnast. After doing this for a bit, I landed back down on the concrete floor. I noticed there was now a group of people sitting at a table in the middle of the room. I recognized many of them. One of them was the asian chick from the tv show, "Glee." Another was a girl I know, "Nii." I walked up to her and began kissing her. We kissed for a bit and then she pulled away from me, smiled and said, "Not here!" I told her we were dreaming and it didn't matter. She didn't believe me at first so I told her to do a nose pinch RC. She did and then started kissing me. I pulled down her shorts and slid "myself" inside of her. I started banging her on the table as everyone else just seemed to watch us. It was a little strange, but I didn't care. After a bit, my friend Cliff walked into the room and started talking to me. We carried-on a conversation as if I wasn't having sex with lots of people watching (can't remember what was said). I began to get really intense with the thrusts and the dream started to fade. I just kept on going and eventually everything went dark. I immediately prepared to DEILD.

Series Details
Class is thrown out the window in the dream series, "Sexcapades." Not unlike your favorite porn video, I unleash my inner "Ron Jeremy" and give those DCs what they are looking for ! Stay tuned for more entries to the series!



July 15, 2011
Lucid Dream 243: Everybody Dance Now...
Series: Land of Dreams, Episode 12
DEILD



I transitioned back into the dream and found myself on a stage with a closed curtain. There were quite a few people on the stage with me and they turned and told me to get ready because they were about to open the curtain. Everyone was standing still with their eyes looking toward the ground. I moved into a vacant area on the stage and did the same. The curtain opened and I could hear people cheering and clapping. It then got silent and some music turned on. It was a pop song, but I can't remember the lyrics. Everyone started dancing, so I did as well. Apparently, this was some sort of dance competition. Naturally, I made my way up to the front of our group and started dancing in the spotlight. The crowd was going insane as the rest of the group stopped and I was performing a dance solo. I did a crazy variation of the moonwalk and performed some Usher-like dance moves. The music then changed to a rap-like club song. A very attractive chick joined me at the front of the stage and we began dancing in a pretty sexual manner. The crowd loved it and started throwing flowers on the stage.

The music stopped and I noticed someone had beer pong set-up on the stage. I went and challenged two guys to a game of pong. With my superior beer pong skills and a little help from lucidity, I was kicking their ass. The cups kept changing into strange glasses of many random sizes. A couple were no bigger than a shot glass, but I managed to make them anyway. The game never ended because more glasses and cups kept randomly showing up all over the table. The dream was very unstable at this point and I had to stop and stabilize the dream several times to keep it going. Eventually, it completely faded and I woke up.

Series Details
In the dream series, "The Land of Dreams," I explore the depths of my subconscious. With no real goals in mind, I explore the creative lands and characters that come before me. Who will I meet? Where will I go? What will I do? These are the dreams that fit into no particular category. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

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Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a big theatre. The theatre was kind of crowded. The lights were on, but a show was playing. It was apparently the Ed Sullivan show where the Beatles played.

I was surprised by the songs. The first song sounded a little bit like a Beatles song, but it also sounded modern. It may also have sounded like the "Boss Boss" song, by RC Succession.

The second song sounded even more modern. I could also hear it very vividly. I was really surprised by this song. I was surprised I hadn't heard it before, and that the Beatles had chosen it for the Ed Sullivan show. But I really liked it.

I was now getting up on stage. I was taking part in some kind of performance show, like a karaoke show or something like that. I felt like there was a band somewhere, but I didn't see a band: only a couple of guys leading me up on stage. The stage was empty and seemed to be made up of two or three tiers of some kind of beige-colored, polished material.

I knew I was supposed to sing the Beatles song I had just heard. But I didn't know the song. I thought that maybe all I was supposed to do was lip-sync with the song. I figured that if I paid enough attention to the words I could do that on the spur of the moment.

I now faced the crowd. The song was playing. The song was full, so the singer's voice (don't know which Beatle it was: didn't sound like any) could be heard. But I was actually supposed to sing out loud with the song.

I actually got through the first verse pretty well by sticking to the sounds as I heard them sung. I ended the chorus of the first verse pretty loud, with a lot of enthusiasm. I had a feeling that sooner or later the singer's voice would be withdrawn, and that I'd have to sing all by myself.

The second verse was starting up. I was really afraid I didn't know the lyrics. But I figured that if I heard the first words from the singer, I'd probably recall the rest of the song.

At some point I may have been back down in the crowd, or I may have had the view of a camera looking into the crowd. I may have realized that the crowd was really a group of my peers and that I didn't have to worry so much, even if I did a bad job.

March 11, 2011
Lucid Dream 193: Crowd Control
Series: Fearless, Episode 3
around 4:30pm
DILD

Category - Action


I am at a football stadium with my friend Shawn. There is a bottom level, then an overhanging balcony that is the second level, and then another overhanging balcony that is the third level. We are on the second a few rows up. We have a bottle of vodka and are pouring shots as we watch the football game. I suddenly notice that they aren't playing football at all. It looks a lot like blitzball (from Final Fantasy X). Though all the players are wearing helmets and shoulder pads, they are flying/swimming around in the air tossing a blitzball into a floating triangular goal. I slowly become more and more aware until I realized this wass in fact, a dream.

The stadium atmosphere was so real that I was in awe for a few moments. I looked down several rows and saw there were people standing at the edge of the balcony. Shawn said, "I wish we could have those seats." The stadium seats were much more vertical than a normal stadium and the best seats in the house appeared to be right on that balcony. I motioned him to follow me and we stood up and walked down toward it. He suggested that we offer them something for their seats and I said, "Nah, I'll just kick 'em off the balcony." He looked confused to the meaning of my words. I walked up behind the people and some rather hefty security guard lady came waddling up to me and said, "Sir, these aren't your seats. We need you to go back to your seats." I looked at her very threateningly and she looked frightened. She then took off back into the crowd shouting for back-up security. I paid her no mind and then turned and kicked a man square in the back and he flew off the balcony. There were a couple kids and another man standing there as well. They didn't seem to notice their neighbor had just flown off the balcony. I proceeded to do a ninja-like kick combo and kicked the threw of them off the balcony as well.

I heard screams from below and peered over the balcony. There was a large pile of blood and like 13 bodies laying in it (though I had only kicked 4 people, lol). Shawn gave me a fist-pound and took the seats. After only a few moments, the first guy I kicked had walked back up to the seat I was sitting in. He told me that his computer had been acting up lately and he must have gotten booted. I gave a fake laugh and said, "Oh. It is all good, here take your seat back. There are a few empty ones beside us anyway." He thanked me and then attempted to sit down. Before he could, however, I kicked the back of his head and he fell face first over the railing, but managed to hang on with one hand. Shawn reached his hand over to help the guy. As Shawn was lifting him up, I said, "Man, are you ok? Some guy just rammed into you and took off." Shawn had lifted the guy back up over the rail, but hadn't released his arm yet. The guy said, "Oh, how ever could I thank the two of you. I could have died right there!" I smiled and said, "Well, what would have been the fun in that?" The guy looked a bit puzzled and I said, "Its more fun this way." I nodded to Shawn and he tossed the guy up into the air. I performed a spinning back kick and sent the guy soaring over the balcony. I watched as he landed on and was impaled by a flag that another fan was holding.

Suddenly, the crowd around us began to shout and throw popcorn at us. I jumped up and stood on the railing of the balcony. Then began pissing on the crowd around us and down on the lower level. They began to riot. Me and Shawn started fighting off the crowd and tossing them over the balcony to their death below (which had now turned into a Mortal Kombat-like spiked pit). Me and Shawn were performing combo moves as he would toss people into the air and I would kick them off the balcony. Soon, a large group of cops with riot shields came running out to where we were. I distracted one of them as Shawn elbowed him in the back of the head. I then stole his riot shield and began swinging it violently. I was knocking 5 and 6 people into the air with each swing. We both had riot shields and took off through the crowd. Most of the crowd just watched as others attempted to fight us off. It felt like I was in a "beat 'em up style" video game. We began a fight with a group of bikers when I awoke from the dream.

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

Original Date: 2/27/2011
Type: Ordinary - Non Lucid
Dream:
This started with me sitting in bed at my laptop talking to a man on the phone about billing for an old phone contract. He told me that the phone number they had on file for me started out with 627 and some other numbers, but I knew this was not correct. I was somewhat irritated and said "I don't know where you got that number from, but it is not correct, my phone number is..." (and I proceeded to give him my real phone number in the dream). Next I appeared in a store (sort of like an office store) and I guess the guy I had been talking to was standing to the left of me. To my right a woman was trying to set up a shelf display and was having trouble, so I tried to help her put these little plastic things on the shelf. Then the whole environment changed and half of the store turned into and outdoor vertical racetrack with a small bleacher area with a small crowd and part of the track went under the bleachers below the crowd. The other half of the store turned into like a gift store for the racetrack and the office shelf display turned into a huge wall display of little matchbox cars, like everyone you could imagine all on wooden shelves. I was helping a woman and a man set them up, row by row, all facing the same direction (away from the front door, even though I suggested the effect would look much more interesting if we had them all facing the door, the man agreed, but we kept it the way it was). Then I stopped and walked to the door in the back of the store, it was a full glass pane door and I stood there and looked out. The color or the sky looked like cotton candy, it was pinkish and blue and maybe purple slightly, and the overall color outside darkened because it had begun to rain and I took notice to that, I liked it. Then I turned back around and went over to the bleachers, the final lap for the race was coming and I stood next to the bleachers where my step mom, step brother and dad were. I remember saying to my step brother "it's the final lap, stand up so you can see" and I stood on an open spot on the bleachers and watched as the first car came down the track behind the bleachers, and a little bit of fire was on the track (the crowd was like "ohhhh") and then the car disappeared under the bleachers and the crowd. The next car was coming down, about to make the turn to go under the crowd and once it went through the fire on the track, it lit the whole car on fire and spread into the bleachers, but then disappeared and no one was hurt, except a an old man who was sitting with his back to the bleachers facing the gift store. His entire head caught on fire, I had seen him earlier in the dream, just sitting there, and I feel like i knew something was going to happen to him. I immediately ran to him, pulled off my thin little jacket I was wearing and started patting it aggressively against his head until the fire disappeared. And it was gone, his head was fine. I touched his cheek (his skin was thing and he had little age spots/dots all over) with my right hand and thumb sort of squeezing and looking him in the eye and I asked him "are you okay?"... I was starting to get teary eyed, but he never replied. Then my family and I were leaving, walking in the parking lot. My step brother said, "there's nothing to eat at the house", and I replied, "what about a tuna wrap salad, and I could make hard boiled eggs to put into it", and he just said no. Next we were in a grocery store, kind of like a Target, with my step mom because she said she needed to find a 2 cup blender or some sort of small kitchen appliance like that. I remember we were in that section, looking at mixers, and then the last place I was suddenly in the nut isle looking at canned macadamia nuts and peanuts. Then woke up.

Objective Context:
On call today, was thinking of making tuna wrap salad yesterday, was playing a game with a woman whos screen name was nascar something, boyfriend and I are talking of plans to have a baby.

Feelings:
Content, worried, helping, observing

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I'm at an amateur skateboarding competition with a friend of mine. We, along with what seems like a hundred other skaters, enter a large flat area lined with quarter pipes. All the participants stand on top of the ramps facing the center, where several people in charge are introducing the event. They begin to pass the microphone around and each person is urged to say something.

Several people babble about nothing, but I remember thinking they sounded cool. I worried about how I would come off. My companion was passed the microphone and, in my opinion, made a solid impression on the crowd. The microphone was then handed to someone else. Then to me. I said in a sarcastically monotonous voice, "Fuck the police, comin' straight from the underground. Young negro got it bad cause I'm brown." Most of the crowd thought it was pretty funny. I looked around to make sure I didn't upset anyone and passed the microphone on.

This is the last I remember of this portion of the dream. To the best of my knowledge, it preceded the following dream.

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(Good morning, everybody. I remember one dream from last night.

The character in my dream definitely looks like a person I know from waking life. I don't know him personally, but he goes to certain art events I also attend, including one last night.

He's not at all like the person in the dream. He's really cool and insightful. So I don't know why I dreamt of him being this way.)

Dream #1

I sat at an anime fest, in a place like a basketball arena. It was like everybody who had come to attend the festival were sitting in bleachers, looking down to a stage-like area that would be where the basketball court was. The seating section, as big as in any pro basketball arena, was completely packed.

I sat near the front row. The row I sat in had a big, wooden bannister before it, which kind of reminds me of the front railing in the public area in a court room, or of the balcony area where the public sits during government sessions in capitols.

The area where the basketball court would be was full, probably with artists' booths. But the festival patrons weren't going down there.

We were all watching some presentation given to us by some white man who was apparently a manga artist. The man may have been tall, a little overweight, balding, with red-brown hair, and red-tan skin. He may have been wearing a kind of old, green sweatshirt and blue jeans.

When the man's presentation was finished, the man announced that we could all come down to his booth. He had a black binder full of his manga art, and he informed us that we could each choose our favorite female manga character out of the binder and take the page for free. He might also have said he would sign the page.

An overweight, black man about my age, with thick glasses and wearing a dark blue sweatshirt, sat to my left. He said, probably to me, in a joking-confiding way, "Well, everybody who's in line behind me better get ready to wait a long time. Cause I'm gonna take my time going through that book until I find my favorite anime girl."

Some announcer called each person down by name. They called the man. Right after that, they called me. I stood behind the man as he slowly flipped through the pages of the binder.

The binder was huge, full of pages. The pages were probably all in individual plastic sleeves. The art looked very pencil-y but very professional. Some of the art was in grey pencil. Some was in blue pencil.

The man pulled something out of his pocket that looked like a cell-phone-sized laptop. He checked the time, put the device back in his pocket, and went back to leafing slowly through the pages.

I was trying really hard to think to myself who my favorite manga character was. All I could come up with was Jasmine from Disney's Aladdin. I thought I should be able to come up with a character better than that. But I figured that maybe Jasmine from Aladdin really was my favorite manga character.

The man had flipped all the way to the end of the binder. Then, saying out loud that he didn't see a manga girl he liked yet, he began flipping backward through the binder.

As I watched the man flip through the pages of the binder, I saw a number of drawings of Jasmine. I figured I'd be happy with just about any of those drawings. Seeing all these Jasmine drawings, I was starting to get impatient with the man. I could have had a perfectly fine picture and been gone by now. But this man wouldn't stop taking his turn!

The man pulled his "phone" back out of his pocket and looked at the time again. The phone indicated that he'd been flipping through the book for 20 or 22 minutes by now. (The phone may not have been showing the time. It may actually been timing the man as he flipped through the pages.)

The man nodded approval at the time, put his phone back in his pocket, and began flipping slowly through the binder again. He may have gone all the way backward through the binder and started flipping forward again.

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Time fell asleep: 10:45 pm
Time awoke: 9:00 am
it started out me being in a line of girls who i supposedly "knew" though when i woke up i had no clue who they were. they were blond tan and gorgeous well most of them from what i remember. i also remember there being 3 including me. definitely a crowd i would hang out with even if i am brunette. but in the dream i fit in perfectly. I was second in a line. there was also a group of very handsome guys on the sides all being our boyfriends, i also had no reference in real life to who they are. there was also the ringmaster, who wasn't like the in cartoons (all chubby and cheery) instead he was skinny young and quite handsome. So anyways there was a wheel we were standing in front of that stood up straight it had handles going all around it. the ringmaster explained to us we had to get on it and spin around it while it was moving. we were suppose to be the "pretty girls" of the show. so we all practiced a little and seemed to all get the hang of it so we started the show. first went the blond in front of me as the ringmaster introduced her she got on the wheel smiled real big and spun around. then my turn came up i smiled and waved as the ringmaster introduced me to the crowd and hoped onto the wheel with ease. when i got off the girl b4 me was going to he next act when she supposedly "fake" flirted with the ringmaster. Now remember our Boyfriends have been watching the show so before u know it her boyfriend marches up, yells "get your hands off my girl!" and started a fight which soon many of the other guys got into. the show had to end and the mystery girl was mad at her boyfriend for stopping the show and broke up with him. we soon ended up ion a pool talking about it. thats about all i remember.

Morning of August 25, 1974. Sunday.



This dream seemed extraordinary to me for a few reasons. One reason is that it was the only very vivid dream I have had that seemed to be solely in black-and-white at one point, even considering the amazing sense of depth perception and distance perception and orientation. The mood seems quite intense and with a purpose. Just before King Kong appears in a parade (non-threatening, apparently) there is a clear mood of expectation (similar to that of certain other types of dreams, but augmented). I seem to be very large myself (even bigger than King Kong) but seemingly disembodied and apparently invisible and viewing the scene from above, looking at the rows and columns of “tiny” people in the parade as well as the large group of spectators.

This scenario seems like some sort of special seasonal event or important celebration. Even though there is also an ambiguous “ancient Rome” feeling, the scene seems to be in a modern American city such as New York (although it also seems much like an area in La Crosse that I had not been to in years - near the post office - as such, we seem to be moving due north - though this would indicate the people are very tiny in proportion to this area and with the buildings implied to be much bigger than they are in reality). In a way, my dream seems like a nostalgic blending of the mood and “power” in the original “King Kong” movie from 1933 - yet there is no stop-motion animation feel at any point - it is quite fluid and realistic. None of the cheering and applauding people show any signs of fear. The size of King Kong though, is much bigger than his movie-implied size. The length of one of his fingers is probably as long as four people here.

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This dream was the night before starting eighth grade. I guess I perceived that I would feel out of place or “overly noticeable” going back to school, on some levels (though I did not really expect a “dog-and-pony show” until graduation, though I only went until the first part of tenth grade publicly and got my GED without incident or ceremony). Still, I did not plan to monkey around too much. (Pretend I did not write that - and yes, I know, King Kong was not technically a monkey.)

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