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I don't know if DJ is only about Lucid Dreams or all dreams that i have. Sorry for mistakes in English language because it's not my main language. For my first entry i will write about a dream that wasn't lucid and long.

I was dreaming that i was walking on the house roof tops with my friend at night. I was carying a DVD disc. It fell a lot of my hands and every time i picked it up.
We reached a bridge out of books that was connecting 2 roof tops at fifth or sixth floor. My friend started to cross the bridge and i followed him. Then he crossed to otherside the bridge started to collapse. I hitted the ground on the books (usually i wake up after falling).
After falling I didin't seen anything but i heard a train coming in front of me. I opened my eyes *oh gosh* I was laying on rails and the train was driving to my direction. In my mind I was screaming: Wake up! Wake up! And BAM I got hit by a train.

That's one of my favorite dreams because I think that after the fall I ended up dreaming within a dream and I think I almost became lucid in this dream.

Dream - Lucid

I was in my house in the kitchen with someone, I want to say kind of a butch-looking girl. I went to the fridge and opened it to find some wine. I pulled out the bottle, and there was only about a glass left. I said something to the girl about there barely being any left, so I was just going to drink it from the bottle. I pulled the cork and put it to my lips.

Dream skip. Things get interesting here.

Someone, I think this girl I know in waking life named Jane, had lost her parents (not so in waking life) when she was younger. I was watching the scenario of how how she lost her mom. Apparently, she had lost her parents at different points, first her dad, then her mom.

The story was that they were at a beach when she was very young, probably about 6 or 7, and her version of the story was that her mother was killed by being swept out in powerful currents or something. I watched the beach come into view from above. I saw it was a sunny day. The beach was secluded and rocky, and lots of areas formed huge, strong currents between the rocks.

Then, it was like I was playing some weird version of Sim Earth, and I started trying to get rid of the currents by placing waves between the grey rocks where the current got strong. This just pushed the current outwards. I kept trying, and it kept doing the same thing, so I just deleted my wave placements to make it go back to normal.

Then, I was watching the young Jane and her mother, both very beautiful. Her mother seemed like a very, very kind woman. They were standing in very shallow water close to the shore by a huge rock formation at the very left side of the beach. Something happened to where Jane killed her mother, though it was not on purpose, but an accident. She was stabbed through the middle. I saw the wound, and it was bloody, but not too bloody. The present Jane then had this horrible realization that she had killed her mother, after thinking for years it had been the currents.

Then, I was getting out of my parked car on a sunny day at this Catholic church in my town. I was going to meet either Jane or Jake, I'm not quite sure anymore. I think it was Jake. I had to walk somewhere though, so I got out of the car, and started to walk away from the church. I got to the corner of the sidewalk, and to my right, I saw a little ways from me, two HUGE grey dogs. No collars, no leashes. They looked like Great Danes. As bad as I want a Great Dane (I do want one in waking life), I did not want a run-in with these dogs. I turned to my left, and again, a ways away from me were two more gigantic grey dogs.

I started back towards the church, trying to step cautiously as to not startle the dogs. Well, apparently, I wasn't taking enough care in my steps, because first two, then the other two, started to bound towards me. Not out of aggression, but they wanted to greet me. I am very small, even in waking life, compared to Great Danes, but these were even more massive and muscular than their waking life counterparts. I was walking by the parked cars in the parking lot as they started to jump on me excitedly. One bit me on the arm he was so excited, but not hard enough to make me bleed, though I did still feel the pain of the bite.
"Down! Sit! Stay" I started to say forcefully over and over.
They backed off a little, but not much. Then, right as I feel like I was getting to my car (I don't think I was going to leave, but I needed shelter), a Golden Retriever started to join in on the fun.

At some point during all this, I remember calling Jake. He asked if I wanted to meet him somewhere else or something, and I said yes.

I also remember seeing a photograph of Jake as a child, I think it was Jake anyway, in front of a building with some other children. Jake was not smiling. He looked angry and sad. He had lost his parents (it was bleeding in with the Jane story at that point).

I know I'm leaving some things out of here, especially in the part where Jane's mother is killed. But the most vivid part of the dream was the dog part, seeing them and being jumped all over by them. Odd.

Commentary non-lucid

I was on vacation for the weekend and didn't have a great chance to work on my dreaming. I had one dream that was memorable that I will relate.

I went on a walk with my family. To my dismay, my dad brought along the family dog . While walking, it started shitting. It went several times in a large circle and made what looked like a mushroom fairy ring. The problem was that we didn't have anything to pick it up with. My dad was about to walk back to the apartment to get a plastic bag but I just wanted to get on with our walk. I walked into the street where there was a lot of trash. I thought there would be some bags available. There were but they were mostly dirty. I found one that was fairly clean and started cleaning the crap. Some punk rock looking people arrived and one of them who was pretty large started helping me put crap in my bag. He missed and the crap landed on my shirt and pants. I got pissed and started to argue with him. He was giggling that he did it and I wanted to start a fight. I put up my hands into fighting position and took on the form of many different fighters that I've seen including an old man fighting a young whippersnapper, a kung fu fighter, and some others. As this transformation was occurring, me and the guy started to lose our anger and it became fun. Other concerned people were descending upon us, about to break us up. I turned and reassured them with a song.... "It's just a faaaantasy, no need to woooory. It's just a faaaantasy...something something something." I don't know if this meant that I knew that I was dreaming or that I knew that we were just play fighting.

Later, I was in a house where a party was occurring. I don't recall much now, but I know that at one point my grandfather died. I felt bad because it was my fault. At that, he came back to life and then just disappeared. We were like, "he disappeared!"

Some people were trying to take a picture with me, but I didn't know who they were.

I was a young girl, around 10 or 11 years old. I slept in the same room with my sister and every night really strange things would occur. She would sleep walk and talk, but the things she said were really disturbing. It was as if she became someone else at night.

So, every night I would have to resist her attacking me.

One night, she whispered to me, "Stop resisting. The plot needs to move forward."

I thought about this for a moment. What a strange thing to say.

But what if she was right? Every night it felt like we were going in circles, the same thing all the time. It really did feel like our "plot" was getting stuck because I kept resisting her.

"Fine," I whispered back.

She smiled and took her knife and put it against my neck. She slid it across the skin while pushing down, I felt my adrenaline rushing and my skin breaking.

A few minutes later, I was dead.

~ ~ ~ ~

"Where's Lizzy?" The store manager asked.

"I 'unno," I replied back. I was now a young boy, around 12 to 14. Apparently Lizzy was my sister, and all of us worked in a family business alongside the road in the middle of nowhere.

"She was supposed to be here an hour ago," my father vented.

A man came busting through the door with a wild look on his face and stammered, "Lizzy...she's dead!" He didn't look related to us. He kind of looked like Chuck Norris.

Everyone was in a frenzy.

Later in the night I was standing outside on the road. It was pitch black outside.

I was the only one standing here. There wasn't anything here for miles but crops upon crops.

I feel like I've been here before.

An eerie light was coming from the horizon. It was getting closer and closer and closer.

In the light I saw a silhouette of an angel walking towards me. He was rather tall and his wings were spread out.

As he got closer I could see him more clearly in the ominous light.

He had long silver hair and silver wings.



"I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I am not a good angel," he said in his deep voice, "however I think it fair to alert you as to what is happening on our plane."

I feel like I've been here before...

"Your sister fell victim to a dark angel, but not in vein. It had to happen - to let the plot progress. You see, on our plane there is a war between the good guardians and the bad guardians. I am on neither side, simply a messenger."

His voice had a strange scowl to it.

"And since you're family will be torn in the middle of the war, you should meet some of the guardians that are on your side."

I had a strong sense of deja vu. I have definitely been here before. I feel like I've dreamed this dream several times over.

"Meet the first Guardian - Change."

The Guardian was a small tree. The tree was luscious and green, but as I continued to look at it the branches slowly withered away, the leaves became dry and crisp, and the tree died. I felt an overwhelming sadness.

"Meet the second Guardian."

This Guardian was simply a square, metallic portal. I wondered what it represented.

"And the third Guardians - Love and Care."

Love and Care were and old couple holding hands. They radiated with pink energy. They put there hand out to shake and when our hands met I felt elated with unconditional love.

"And lastly - a close friend of mine."

He appeared behind me. He had wings like the messenger angel, but he looked dark and full of strife.

He reminded me of Vincent Valentine.



Woke up right after that. I really feel like I have had this dream a few times before, but I just didn't remember it.

Dream - Lucid

I was at the doctor's with Jake. We were getting tests done. The room was white, and I was sitting on the white table, and a female doctor came in. She told me she had reason to think I had lymphoma. She then gave me this sample cup with some transparent red liquid in it. It was a home test for lymphoma that I was supposed to mix with urine to get the results.

I was then at home, and debating on whether or not I should tell my mom, or anyone for that matter. In the dream, it wasn't as much of a death sentence as it is in waking life, but still wasn't good news to hear. I didn't want to tell anyone yet, not till I knew for sure, anyway.

I went into the bathroom, and pulled down my pants to pee in the cup. In my panties was this note saying something along the lines of since my er...vaginal discharge was still wet after a certain amount of time, I had lymphoma. Gross, I know. I was then holding some magenta, heart-shaped pad. I wasn't sure what to do with it, so I think I threw it out and peed in the cup.

I then sat the cup with the pee and red liquid on the bathroom counter. It was still red; nothing had changed. Hmm...that must be a good thing, right?

I then saw a clear plastic bag on the counter that the cup had come in. It had a dropper in it, and instructions saying how to exactly conduct the test. If the test was positive, the red solution in the cup would turn green. Apparently, I had screwed that one up by peeing directly in the cup. It also said something about putting that magenta, heart-shaped pad in my underwear and wearing it for a certain amount of time. Oops.

I then took a big swig of pure urine, where I got it, I'm not sure, since I had peed only in the red liquid. It was warm and disgusting. I spit it out.

I was then freaking out to someone about lymphoma.
"Am I going to lose my hair?!" I panicked.
I don't remember the response, I think it was something like "not necessarily."

I then was posting a question about it on some forum, I think it was DV but I'm not sure, but instead of referring to it as lymphoma, I referred to it as "schuza". Lolwut.

~

My family and I were house shopping (IWL we are selling our house here and moving to another state). We were looking at a beautiful, huge house. It was so big, it was like a maze. My mom and I were walking around, going in at out of beautiful rooms. We walked into this one room with a very nice bathroom.
"I want this room!" I said. I was so excited!
Then we went into another room, and the bathroom had a HUGE, beautiful shower. The shower was white, and glassed-in, with different "stations" in it for washing.
"No, I want this one!" I said. I've always had a thing for nice showers (true IWL).
The room also had a little "nook" where a twin bed sat. On the other side of the nook sat another twin bed. I thought that was the coolest thing! I wanted it so bad, but I have a queen-sized bed, and there was only enough room for a twin. Oh well, if I had this room, I could use the nook for other things.
I really hoped my parents bought this house. It was so wonderful.

We continued to explore the house and its endless rooms. There were big and small rooms, so many to choose from for bedrooms!

~

I was outside in the driveway with my mom. There were other people there as well, people that my mom didn't like. One was a little boy with dark hair and a bowl cut. My mom was saying how much I didn't like him and how annoying he was. She said I should behead all of the people there because they were annoying. I then had a sword in my hand. I didn't want to kill, I never want to kill, no matter how much I'm "annoyed".

Then, the child laid on the ground. His head was then a knife blade, with a very small space between the blade and the body that was supposed to be the neck. I knew I needed to do it for some reason, as much as I abhored the idea, and the fact that I have a strange phobia of blood. In one swipe, I cleanly severed the "head", and blood oozed out. The driveway was then carpet, and I was afraid the blood would stain.

I then had to do it again to five or so other people. Their heads were knives also, and in one swipe, I cleanly severed them. Blood oozed out. I told my mom I did it, and she was proud of me. She didn't think I could do it. The only thing she said I was supposed to do that I didn't was slowly stab the first person in the head with a steak knife so they would suffer. I said no, I would not do that. If I had to kill these people, I would make it quick and painless.

The blood stains and the bodies were then gone, and we were in the house. We started to hear what sounded like the tornado siren. We went outside, and the sky was clear and blue. We stood in the driveway and looked over the house in the opposite direction, and saw this big, strange cloud moving quickly towards us. It was sparkling. It was really weird.

I then heard my mom say something to her friend Lisa, who wasn't there with us, but maybe on the phone? She said
"I said to paint i's, not eyes!"
The sparkles on the clouds then appeared to be eyes.
"Oh! I guess I'll have to redo it then!" said Lisa's disembodied voice.

~

I was laying on the couch in the living room with Jake, watching TV. It was dark in the room save for the TV, and nighttime outside. Jake was cuddling with me. He was spending the night, and we were sleeping on the couch. I then heard someone come in the back door, and thought he probably wouldn't be able to stay now since someone else was home. Oh well. I was so tired, I was gonna just fall asleep despite the fact that Jake was probably about to be told to go home. Maybe they wouldn't notice us in here.

So yeah...the first dream and the second to last were kind of fucked up. O_O

Also, I wonder why I keep dreaming about Jake? We dated for awhile, and though we aren't anymore, we are still friends. But he has been in so many dreams lately. Odd.

8-7-12

Feel the vibes when they finished I roll out and now I am in dreamland. I get up and rub my hands. First thing I notice is my body is different, it is clear and see through but it is still me. This dream scape is slightly different than my waking life room. For example there is no mirror in the living room but in this world there is some extra furniture that has a mirror attached to it. I believe I see my mother but I ignore her. I remember my goal is to go through a mirror to see what would happen. I go up to the mirror I talked about earlier. I look at my face and it looks like me but it is clear and see through. I then slowly put my hand onto the mirror and as soon as I touched the mirror my lucidity goes away and I am transported to this big open forest area. In this place random animals would just appear and come at me and I die. Soon I come back. On the upper right portion of the 'screen' is a health bar. I am more mindful but not lucid anymore. I know that I cannot be harmed. As the lions come at me I keep them at bay with just my will power. I can somehow manipulate my health bar by smiling in a certain way. In an instant it becomes dark and this strange minotaur like creature shoots arrows at me but they do no harm to me. The dream collapses and I wake up.

Last night i had a very clear lucid level dream ( i had no control)
I started when i had gotten ammonia a few years back but this time it was fatal my family and i all knew this.
My parents decided to take me out to a ball game. We laughed at some racist guy who offered us his seats so he did sit by a woman (I'm not racist).I had a moment of coughing so they injected me with some medicine. I woke to laying my head in my mothers lap when she had been crying my dad was sleep in a chair and she gave me pill and i was off to sleep. Sadly i woke up alone in my bed calling my mom repeatably as i slowly died i woke up from this dream in a fade out straight to SP then allowing myself to wake up.
i woke up however feeling gratitude for my parents(a little bit of loneliness)

8:14 a.m.

1: underwater zoo. Everything's wet. Slide. Animals. Marine life. Friends. Felt homely. "Leave my love alone." Dark. Afternoon.

2: A train station. Dark. Abandoned train station. Walking. A train is about to pass. Crossed. There's another train on the other side. A friend fell. Thought he was stuck. He was not. Relieved. He shouted RUN. We did, but why? He said go upstairs. Why? Won't we be trapped there? Why not down? There seems to be light outside. Upstairs. Dark. There were dolls. Or hanged people. Decoration. Torture chamber? Parallel. I stayed behind. The two went up. The train's light disintegrates flesh. I'm a robot. I am fine. The people in the train asked me what my program was. Stay at home. Look for job. The two upstairs watched from the dark. They're safe.

A battle. Heroes. Fighting a huge black spider. Travel. Death. Time travel. Pills for time traveling. A church.

Lunch. Comfort room? Feeding a humanoid bird. It talks. A teacher? Rumor of a teacher's disappearance/death.

My teacher for the next subject said she's concerned. We have a meeting later. I asked if it's in the comfort room. She said no. Meeting on the road. The "dead" teacher appeared. Somebody's been spreading lies that he's dead. They ask who told me. I said Pol. Same with another.

Spellcraft by Severus. The "traitor" bragged. It was a rare, countryside incantation. He bragged knowing the dialects of the country. Leyte. Magick. Road. Race. We're chasing my car/bike. My companion keeps telling me it's not "off." We "changed" up to it. I cast sleep. Put energy sucking sphere (black) to drain his energy. I need to do this. I'm about to die today.No, not die. Killed. A prophecy. Not sure how. Or by who. I need to face it alone.

Entered the chamber. Prepared for a fight. Another chamber opened. Entered and prepared my fist. The door where I came from opened. A door partially blocked the face of a person who was there. Prepared for a fight. He moved and "roared." It was Lico. I shouted his name. I shouted his name. He was happy. Picked me up and carried me to school. Different. Childish. I told them this is not my world and he's not the Lico I know.

How to go back. A woman stood up and said she'll come too. Asked her who she was. She said Brenda. Told her at least she acts like the Brenda I know.

NOTE: This is creepy. I don't remember writing or dreaming this, but it seems that I was at least partially lucid while I was in the dream.

Dream - Lucid

I was reading an email from The Sandman about cannibalism? I don't remember exactly what it said, but it was a long email.

Then, I remember seeing a very dark court room, and seeing some guys burst in. I heard a woman's voice, she was "the queen". She said she didn't care how, but the guys were to stop whatever was going on in the courtroom. I didn't see what all happened in the courtroom, but I knew that the guys had destroyed it and everyone in it. I'm not sure what the goal of the queen's orders was supposed to be.

Then, I was in the kitchen at my house. I was doing something at the sink and talking to my mom, who was standing across from me by our porch. She said
"I'm going to the gym. I haven't been this week."
"Neither have I," I replied.

I was reading National Geographic in my room when I looked out the window and saw the house was now in some sort of city square full of people like some media event was going on. I was reading an article on the people of the Kalahari. Then I remembered I was the agent for a woman with some sort of magic cow, only it never did anything. My job was to defend her against claims that she was actually just a woman who led a cow around. The crowds were demanding she demonstrate her powers along with some other major media event. It was a concert for a Russian pop band.

Three sleazy businessman types were trying to force the cow woman into some promotional deal. I went to negotiate with them but instead used a bolt gun to punch a hole in the head of one, shot the second one with it as he tried to flee then tripped the last one, pinned him down with my foot and blew his brains out. The cow woman went out to scold me about killing people for slights. I was unfazed by these claims and decided to kill the event organizer for inciting violence. Then I woke up.

Crocodile

I'm playing with a graphics editing program. I'm trying to make a realistic 3-D model of a tree. I've found some textures and random generation algorithms from various other sources, and I'm trying to see how well they can be combined. For example, the models for the fruit on the tree come from Skyrim. Now, I manage to generate a tree. But it's one of those strangler fig trees from the jungle, and the setting is just a basic North American backyard. Also, the branches sometimes have a weird orthogonal slant. I'm not sure exactly how to fix these problems, short of designing my own textures for a tree, and that would be very complicated. I also notice that there's a thin spot in the middle of the tree--not enough leaves there. I spend some time trying to make an extra branch and affix it manually. The patch looks okay from a distance, but when I enter the 3-D environment and rotate the tree by grabbing a branch and pulling it sideways, it's clear that the new branch doesn't quite connect to the rest of the tree. It's just floating in the air in the right general location.

I look over the white picket fence bordering the yard. My parents are visible through the glass doors of the next house. One house over, a big group of 9 or 10-year-old kids is having a pool party. And on the other side of the fence from the pool is a crocodile. Wait, what!? Sure enough, there's a live, fifteen-foot crocodile sort of hanging upside down off of the fence. I'm both terrified and excited by this. In any case I'm definitely going to stay up here in my tree. There's a guy crouching next to the crocodile, but I'm not worried for him. He's probably from animal control or something.

I call out to my parents. "Mom! Dad! Look, it's a crocodile!"

They open the glass door and come outside. "Oh, have they come to pick it up already?" my dad says. I guess they already knew the crocodile was here. Meanwhile, the kids at the pool party are still busy doing cannonballs from the diving board.

Suddenly, the crocodile snarls at my dad. He crouches, but he looks frantic and confused and there's nowhere to run. The crocodile lunges, and Dad trips backwards over a white plastic lawn chair, which falls between them. Then, to my horror, my mom jumps on the crocodile and tries to wrestle with it. "Shit!" I say, desperately. She should have run. I can't see exactly what's going on, because my mom's back is to me. I wonder if I should try to help, or if that would only get me killed as well. Then I see blood and bits of flesh spilling onto the patio. It must have gotten her neck. "Shit," I moan, overcome with horror at the fact that I'm watching someone die, and that someone is my mother. Somehow, I'm on the ground, and her body lands next to me. There's definitely something wrong with the shape of her neck, and there's blood all over. I wake up.

Math Seminar

I'm sitting in the audience for a math seminar. Absently, I look at the speaker for the first time in a while. It takes me a minute to realize that instead of Prof. S, the speaker is a very broad-shouldered man whom I don't know. He looks very strong, he's in shape, and he's not wearing a shirt. Huh. The man explains somewhat embarrassedly that he's advertising for a company whose logo appears on his shorts. Also, I guess he's the substitute teacher for the math seminar, and he's kind of hoping that we won't talk much about math, since he doesn't know much about it.

This is the second half-naked man I've seen in the math department today. I guess the female undergrads must be feeling pretty lucky. Anyway, after the seminar I walk onto the stage and see that the guy's not wearing shorts now, either, or underwear. He's picking up his clothes and getting ready to leave.

At some point later, I discover that I'm wearing only a T-shirt and underwear, and my shorts are around my ankles. I feel somewhat irrationally superior to the substitute speaker in that I decide to pull up my pants, instead of taking off my underwear like he must have done in the same situation. But I do recognize that I'm probably just jealous.

Math Book

One of my friends in the math department leads me into a side room where the floor is covered in dozens of packets of paper, printouts from various mathematical lectures and books. He hands me the printout of the last chapter of the book I've been working through. When I go back and add this chapter to the rest of the book, I take a moment to contemplate the book as a whole. It's in a very rough state: for example, after I add a couple of entries to the glossary at the back, I notice that some of the definitions end with commas, some with periods, and some with nothing. It will take some work to clean up, but I'm still proud of it. I think I understand a little better the essence of a math book. It's not all about the typesetting and the grammar--it's about the content, and content is what we have.

Piano Lesson

Three of us are sitting in a room, waiting. We're all musicians. A friend of ours is having a piano lesson in the next room. The two others decide to rehearse a tricky spot from the string quartet they'll be playing in the recital. I'm a bit uncomfortable with this, since I'm worried about the noise being heard in the next room. It looks like one of the older adults who's back here with us is about to come over and stop them, but then she decides it's unnecessary. I guess if she thinks it's okay, then I'd better not worry about it.

Frags:

• Playing a platform game of some kind.

I am staying at my ex boyfriend Jaris's house, but it is really my grandma's old house from real life. There is a blindfolded naked white boy in one of the rooms. I am supposed to go in and have sex with him but instead I turn him down and he says he likes that I am not easy.

I am sharing a bed with Ronald (ex's deceased brother in real life) trying to sleep. He keeps touching me underneath the covers while his girlfriend is on the bed with us.

I am in a hospital wearing a gown and carrying my chair to my vanity. I go into the waiting room and I can't find my mom or her boyfriend and I get pissed off. I sit down along the wall next to a girl and a guy. I call my mom and she won't tell me where she sat so I get angry and start cussing her out. The girl next to me makes a comment which pisses me off even more and moves to another seat. The guy is just shaking his head at me.

Now I am crusin around in a big van with my crew. I'm in a gang and we have hits we need to complete. Lil Wayne is one of the gang members. I am a black girl now too. Other members of our gang include little kids. We go into the hospital and knock each person off our list. One of the hits is a young black girl. We kidnap her and drive around with her until we get bored and decide to blow her brains out. Geoffrey (from my childhood) is driving. Lil Wayne gets shot by accident and I comfort him as he dies in my arms.

Geoffrey is driving crazily around my moms house. He is driving through peoples yards and he ends up in my backyard. My dog Sunny and my cousins dog Yogi are playing and I am scared Geoffrey is going to hit them.

There are only 5 of us left. Geoffrey hands us each a gun to match our character. He hands me a small hand gun and tells me I am nurturing. We then begin shooting at each other. I shoot at everyone except for Geoffrey because he says he won't shoot me because I wasn't mean to him in school. Kylie is mad that I shot at her because she wasn't going to shoot at me until I shot at her. I definitely shoot Amanda and she shoots me back. I also shoot the little girl while looking underneath the seat in the chest. I later feel bad for shooting at Kylie and the little girl.

We realize they were bb guns and I now have tiny bb's stuck in my skin. The majority of them are along my hips and I feel sore. We go back to the hospital and I am running down the hallways hoping no one can see that I'm shot.

I enter a room full of thugs. They are all starring at me looking like they are in love. I go and sit next to my homie Snoop Dogg and all the other guys are soo jealous. Snoop Dogg is actually cute in my dream and we all are wearing black puffy north face coats. He also looks short.

Dream - Lucid

Something about a murderer and a ship at sea. The ship had three of the killer's victims on it, two men and one dark-haired woman, all middle-aged, but they weren't dead, just slashed, stabbed, and tied up. I think the woman and one of the men were actually not only victims, but the killer's parents as well. All three had knife wounds, but one's wounds were on a different part of the body than the other two's. I also want to say the one with the wounds in a different place was in worse shape than the other two.

The ship sank in a storm, and we were all worried about the stabbing victims, but I knew they were going to die. They couldn't survive this being bound and wounded. I remember talking to at least one of them when we were all floating in the stormy sea, and I remember seeing one or two of them die. It was inevitable, though; they had no chance of survival.

I remember something about my friend Mandy being in this dream. I was in a crowded room with many other people, and I saw her walk by, and one of the other people in the room that was standing close to me said her full name, just acknowledging that they knew who she was.

I know there was more to this dream than what I can recall, but I just didn't sleep very soundly last night. The room was way too hot, as seems to be the trend lately. Oh well, after typing it out, I recalled some details I had forgotten at first. Maybe I'll remember more as the day goes on.