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11-09-2013 -- [This one ties in with a dream from a few months ago that I am referring to as the Downtown Orlando Spy and Gun Event, which I know I dreamed, and wrote down, but I guess I never got posted because I can't find it anywhere. Hopefully that dream will also be online at some point. Meanwhile, this was the first dream of the night, and only barely remembered, so we'll see how much of it I can pull out of my mind now.]

I think this starts out as a typical being chased around a hotel by thugs or management dream, with a hint of Dale vacationing in Florida, as well. Think it goes on for a while, but not in any sort of detail that I can describe. Then it switches to where I find myself in a water park that is a sort of cross between the one just outside the entrance to the Magic Kingdom in more than one of my dreams, and the one that I sort of find after I make it back through the building in the gun and spy dream mentioned above. I am climbing up hillsides, then sliding down long, enjoyable water slides a few times, before I realize I have to go and pack or something.

It turns out we are staying in an odd Disney hotel complex where the hotels are kind of connected by water slides as one of the ways to get around. Somehow I have ended up passing through one of the hotels on the way back to the one where Dale and I are staying, and in the process, I have kind of half-stolen a couple of water bottles, and am hiding them in my pockets, like the gun in the previous dream. Am trying to to be seen with them, and not to be searched, and am kind of ducking into a sort of side canyon that reminds me of where you can pick the tail-feather off of the fire phoenix in Runescape, and am hoping to avoid problems. Meanwhile, I also find myself right at the mall entrance to May Company at some point, which just doesn't seem to fit in anywhere.

Anyway, it was a cool dream, and long and detailed, but I can't remember anything, so I guess it will have to go down as a fragment.

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11-09-2013 -- We are is a sort of a courtyard which seems at times to be somewhere new, and at times to be the Church of the Nazarene parking lot area in Buena Park, or right by Carolyn's house in Orlando. There is a creature or force here that is kind of making us do things, though it isn't anything that we can actually see. One of the things I am being pushed to do is to build a tall block wall, which kind of makes me think of the Lumbridge rebuildathon. Anyway, whatever this thing is, it watches us and kind of spies on us (eventually with cameras) but the wall that it is making me build is at the edge of it's view or range, so it can barely see me, and I can take it slightly easier, and am considering climbing over the fence and going away.

I continue working on the wall, and at some point dad and some others are also here working on it. I find myself worrying about bills and wondering how to pay them while I am unemployed, and thinking that dad might give me some money to help out, but I don't really want to go that route. It's a bit of a quandary. I think there is a small bit about helping dad retrieve a bill that was dropped in some sort of underground sprinkler system or something, but it was a really brief bit. Somehow dad is soon taking me out for a McDonald's-style sundae at a fast food restaurant while Carolyn is calling me on my cell phone and trying to arrange to meet me to give me something.

I explain where I am, which is either across the street from the new wall at the church, or perhaps across the street from her house (with even hints of BAMs house), and she says she'll be there in a minute, but she never shows. I meant across the street from PCUMC, but I find myself wondering if she might have thought I meant her church, and may have gone there. She was on a lunch break from the school, so she may not have had much time. Meanwhile, I am now outside the wall, sitting in the street, eating my ice cream, but still worrying and wondering about whether the camera on the building can still see me.

Somehow things shift to finding myself entering a kind of battered class room and preparing to take a seat. There is a cute kitten that will approach me, which surprises me, because it won't let anybody else near it, since one of the students went kind of wild and started attacking the various animals. There is also a wild monkey here, and several other animals. The student who went kind of wild seems to be Riley from BtVS season 4. There is also a kind of pushy, weird version of Xander who seems to be trying to keep and hide either gems, or perhaps fruit in a box of candy. Xander wants it, and wants to keep it away from us, but it isn't his. Meanwhile, I seem to be pouring a sort of peanut butter drink into a tall, narrow bottle. Very strange.

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11-09-2013 -- Starts on a sort of jungle island, where there are a few snakes slithering around, but not as many (and not as dangerous) as the usual dream. These are kind of calm and peaceful. This seems to be a sort of live action computer game cross between Risk and Pirates, and has tie-ins to many of my other dreams. We are kind of moving from the east to the west in a large chain of islands in the ocean. One island is two half circles connected by a small land bridge something like this (|=|) and even though we are approaching from the east, we land on the west side and make our way across the island and the land bridge to the east side. Reminds me of one of the islands in Warlords:Battlecry 2.

We continue further west and come to a long, slim sand covered island where we spend some time, and find that we're having some car problems. Somehow we are driving cars through the water between these various islands, and we have some issues. We're pirates, and we have to have kind of old vehicles, but one of the cars is a very new yellow sports car which just doesn't fit right. Another is a pick-up truck, which works well enough. The third is an old, beat up car that fits well enough. Problem is, it is seriously breaking down, and while we don't need to use all three vehicles, we certainly need two. The one car is really beyond fixing, but they are arguing about the sports car.

Finally I put on a sort of pirate t-shirt, and decide that shows I am a pirate enough, and just grab the sports car and start to drive it off, people diving for it to try and get in, or maybe stop me. Somebody flags me down and explains we have been invited to eat before we continue on, and they are leading us to a large buffet-style dining room with many lines that reminds me of the cafeteria at the Indiana Wesleyan University at the FCM conventions. Somehow I am a little leery, and refuse to eat immediately, though I do go through the line. The food is incredible, with some fabulous looking steaks, thick and juicy and cooked to perfection. There is also lots of other great food. Problem is, now there is a long line of people waiting, and since I didn't take food when I had the chance, I either have to stand in the line, or wait. So I take a seat outside and wait for the line to shorten again.

Eventually it is really short, and I go back in, but now almost all the food is gone. I am still able to fill a plate, but there are no steaks, none of the great food, just sides and stuff like mashed potatoes and macaroni and cheese. The best thing still available is a fairly bland pulled pork mix. I am hunting around the various tables looking for a clean plate, clean plasticware, and a clean plastic cup to get milk in, and wishing I'd served myself the first time through. Idiot!

Sunday night I had a terrifying dream. It started out like just another nonsensical dream, but my dream friends and I wound up in the apartment where I spent my childhood. I lived in that apartment from 2-19 years old. My mom passed when I was 18, so all of my memories of her come from that apartment.

We were in the living, just as it was when I was 17. The phone rang. I picked up the cordless phone (I haven't used a phone like that in years) and there was no dial tone. The ringing was coming from the backroom, my mom's room down the apartment hall.

I walked back to find a skinny man in my moms bed, wearing her wig and dress. A yellow, dim light came out from under him and he started writhing around. Horrified, I started yelling at him for being there. I walked over and took off the wig and then his face became my mom's. At first she was looking up at me sweetly, but then some horrible dread came over me.

She started laughing at me and writhing around crazily. I asked her to stop and started to back away, terrified. The more upset I was, the harder she laughed. I then threw something at her and screamed at her to stop and I thought, "You have to stay dead."

I woke up 10 minutes before my alarm went off at 5:20 am. I woke up my boyfriend and started crying. When the alarm went off I was too afraid to go get it, afraid that it was some sort of subconscious trick to get me back into that room, just like the rining phone. My boyfriend turned the alarm off for me and I wasn't OK until he turned on the lights. I know my real mother would never have done something so terrible to me, but that doesn't take away from the power of this dream.

Key:
Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
i Inner Awareness, a Action, f Form, c Context

I was at my deceased grandmother's house with J and S ( c ). We were going to watch all six Star Wars movies twice over, and we did ( c ). My deceased aunt was there too, just milling around and giving us food ( c ).

When we were finished I couldn't find my shoes. I was angry that someone had stolen them ( c ).

My parents were there and told me to get in the car and forget about my shoes. I carried a giant cardboard tie-figher outside ( a,f ). Instead of a car my parents had a strange thing that was like a tie-fighter wing ( c ). We had to get inside it, but it didn't make sense because it was pretty flat. The frame could be moved around to let people get inside, which I did followed by my dad then my mum ( f,a ). Then my dad closed it and it shrunk back into a flat shape with us somehow still inside... ( f,c )

Like the title says. I don't even like Star Wars, so it's really weird that I would dream about it.

Colour Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes
Dream Sign Key: Inner Awareness( i ), Action ( a ), Form ( f ), Context ( c )

Dream 1 - Make It Real

I had another dream about dreaming -- I think / sort of. This time it was even more frustrating...

Vague, but I got the sense it was another one about dreaming.

I was talking to someone about making things more clear or real ( c ). I remember looking really closely at my hands and they were super sharp and crisp looking ( a ). I think I -- or it could have been the person I was talking to -- was wearing an olive green coat. It was probably me since I always wear coats of that colour.

It's annoying that I had a dream that might be coming from my reality check knowledge and practise and yet I didn't question the reality of the dream even though I was questioning the unknown DC about it. Now THAT is the definition of frustrating.

Dream 2 - Dream Fantasy XIII

This was mostly a videogame dream, specifically about Final Fantasy XIII.

I was in a party with the characters Sazh and Lightning but we weren't all in the same place all the time ( c ). We somehow swapped bodies unexpectedly, but then swapped back ( c,f ). Something might have happened in-between but I can't remember it now.

The in-between feeling is annoying here. It's like a bit actually is missing. I do remember there being scenes where my view was obscured by large save points, which I think may have been during this missing segment.

Anyway, it happened again and I found myself in a room with bunks built in to the wall, it was a pretty sci-fi looking room. There was a save point right in front of me, obscuring my view ( c ). The floor was bright red and tiled.

Thinking on it now, the room reminds me a lot of the room where Lister sleeps in Red Dwarf in its layout and design, but it was cleaner.

When we switched back, Lightning was angry at me and felt that I had ruined our friendship forever because of what I'd done. No idea what I did though, if anything.

Dream 3 - The Homophobic Road

My dad was driving me somewhere in his car. However, we were in America on some freeway ( c ). He commented about how the roads are different from back in the UK.

There were announcer-like voices coming from the roads themselves telling us about the rules for driving on it ( c ). The current road told us that it was for homosapiens only, but I took this to mean people who weren't homosexuals ( f,c ). It told us that the road at the turn off coming up was for gays. I commented that in the UK nobody would give a shit who was driving on the roads, gay or otherwise.

I would like to know how my mind came up with a homophobic road system. Lol.

Anyway, we continued on and the next thing I know we were pulling up outside the shop at the end of our street. My dad said to get out and make my own way there. I was now aware that we were going to my Gran's and Aunt L's house ( i,c ). I told him that if we were both going to the same place then I might as well stick with him so I got back in the car but in to the back seat ( c,a ).

He drove in to the street and parked up at the side of the road. The shop front was on our street when it's usually on the main road it feeds on to ( c ). The shop was also larger, with larger windows and lots of random stuff in them. For some reason I clearly remember the window and door frames being a nice shade of green.

Anyway, he gets out just as my cousin, C, comes out of the shop ( c ). my dad goes inside. She is crying. She gets in to the other side of the car and sits next to me. She continues to cry and I want to console her but don't know how ( c ).

C lived with my Gran and Aunt L, but both are dead. Maybe this is why she was crying in the dream. I must remember dead relatives as a dream sign!

Around this time I can hear church bells that are annoying.

The church bells are actually a new alarm sound I was trying out. Usually my alarms make it hard for me to remember my dreams when I wake up, so I tried looping a recording of church bells, thinking it could be load enough to make me, but natural and ambient enough to not break my concentration too much as I tried to remember my dreams. Anyway, it didn't wake me, it just showed up in the background noise of my dream. Heh.

Next thing, C sees a baby hat with a bear on it ( c ). It is stuffed in to the drivers seat sun visor. She removes it and starts to cheer up, laughing at how cure it is. She notices a teddy bear somehow fixed to the inside of the car door on my side. She leans over me and puts the hat on the bear and cheers up more because it's cute. We both laugh.

As she continues to play with the bear I think about how dodgy it must look from outside the car with her leaning over me like this ( i ).

My dad walks out of the shop but he's morphed in to the comedian Johhny Vegas ( f ). He gets in the car and I insist that nothing untoward was going on! ( a )

Ok, so C is kinda hot, but she's my cousin!

Weirdly, he's making a new Iron Man movie ( c ). We talk about it. I play with the bear and some really strange shaped safety pins ( f ). He tells me about his dumb idea for a really philosophical ending -- I forget what exactly. I tell him how dumb it is. He knows but thinks it'd be funny to do it anyway.

I don't like super hero movies and avoid them like the plague. It annoys me that over the last few years I can't even seem to avoid discussions about them. I think my dream was making fun of them.

When I wake up, 55 min has passed since the failed church bell alarm. Stupid alarm.