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In my dream last night, I remember driving. I was in a car with someone (a female) and I was driving back and forth between another person's house and the beach. After driving the route a couple of times, I found a shortcut down this dirt road that would cut the trip in half. So my friend and I drove to the person's house and told him about the shortcut. He wanted to drive, so I let him. But when we came to the dirt road, he missed the turn. I told him he had missed the turn, so we had to back up for what seemed like a long time and ended up starting all over. But when we finally got to the turn, there were a bunch of men there installing barriers and turnstile-type gates so that no cars could get through. So we ended up having to go the rest of the way on foot. At the very last part was a tall slide that you had to climb up and slide down to get to the beach. I looked up and noticed that towards the top of the ladder, a couple of rungs were missing. I remember thinking it looked dangerous and didn't know if I wanted to climb up the ladder or not. My friend that I had been driving with climbed up the ladder and went down the slide out of sight on the other side of this sand dune. I ran over to see if she was all right and she told me that she was and that the bottom of the slide curved and launched you out in the air and down this embankment. I looked at what she was talking about and realized that she had been lucky to land where she had because if she had gone any further, she would have fallen off of a cliff.

In my next dream, I'm with a group of people about to go scuba diving. We are getting ready for the dive but everyone is taking so long that it's getting dark outside. I remember thinking, "It's not supposed to be but this is turning into a night dive. I had better go get my dive lights."

Yay, recall is back in the house, I'm very happy with these dreams!

Vividness:8
Recall: 7
Overall: 8 Pretty Epic!
Non-Lucid Lucid Comment

Heading down an empty narrow road, it's winding through the night like a snake, I am in a new white car, and my mum is sat next to me. Switching from 3rd person to first person and various angles in between I feel like I have no control, yet the car remains perfectly on the road, taking each corner with grace. The drivers seat is on the left side, which is strange because in England it is normally on the right. I am in dialogue with myself, taking about how I can't drive a car, only a motorbike, and I'm very worried about crashing. For some reason I'm driving the car with my head stuck out of the window, like I shouldn't be watching the road through the windscreen.
The road starts to become inclined, I see a sharp corner ahead, and drive straight through the metal barrier, into the sea below.
Underwater, I turn to my mum, and say half hearted:
"Should we go back to the last checkpoint?"
She disagrees and points out a underwater cavern nearby, it looks kinda creepy, but I shrug it off and we decide to head here.
Appearing in the carven, I observe my surroundings. The room is very tall and old, I can barely make out details of the upper staircase. The floor is most and covered with large broken tiles, but its not hard to remain standing. There is a cornered staircase in front of me, heading up to a room which is brightly lit.
Realising that my mum is here too, I turn around, she looks very nervous and tells me not to look to either side of me because of the skull monster. I'm not too bothered and turn my head, instantly a hooded figure is right close up to my face, a skull appearing from under the hood.



I'm startled not scared, she tells me that we have to go to a ceremony up the stairs, so we decide to go up the stairs, I occasionally turn my head back laughing at the skull!

The room is brightly lit, and reminds me of a church, we head to a seat at the back of the room, I am joined by my brother and sister... and the random skullman.

We are told of a lost diamond, that we perfect in all ways, and the size of a mans fist, I am taken to the front of the room and asked to find it.

Outside, everything is nice and green, lots of plants everywhere, I am dressed in armour, with a large two handed sword which is magnificently polished.
I head into the forest, and look for the diamond. (loosing detail here) I manage to find the diamond, it's huge, I can barely hold it with one hand. I hide it under my cloak.
My brother (who looks nothing like my brother) comes and talks to me, I tell him I found the diamond, swinging the sword in a playful fashion.
I lead him inside to the church like building, but the diamond has gone, I ask my friend Ali where it is, he looks very happy with himself.
He tells me he as the diamond, I ask for it, and he holds out his hand, and there is a tiny version about the size of a pea.
"I shrunk it so people can't find it", but the diamond has lost its beauty and I am disappointed.
Fade.

Dream.
I wake up and stumble over to the bathroom, I remember that it is a dream, but I am not sure, I think it's a dream because I remember falling over and smashing my head (?), and that has caused me to enter a dream. I try multiple RC's but they all fail, I look in the mirror and attempt to change it, nothing, I look down, look up, everything is black behind me in the mirror..."I'm Dreaming!"
Running into my bedroom, I hear someone singing upstairs, I decide to try some vocal commands by saying "Mute", the voice instantly silences. I conjure a mirror on my closet.
And look at myself, I look normal, slightly blurry. I want to have a medieval theme, so I say "armour", close my eyes, and open again, and I am clad in some armour. I want to be more heavily plated so I say "more armour" and I am a living tank!
My dad comes up the stairs and I hold out a hand and blast him away (we had an argument that day, lol).
I fade out into blackness.


*Fragment
I am in a shopping mall, when drinking lucosade, I decide to eat loads of food, and become fat.

DJ Log: October 2, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am driving around with a friend through the outskirts of the city. We pull into an abandoned industrial lot to see if there are any good places to go offroading. My friend says, “I don't think we should be driving around in here.” I reply with a question, “Would you like to get out and walk?” He replies, “No.”

On the right side are a couple of hills with lots of trails going up and down them. On the left is a line of trees and straight ahead is a muddy area. I look at the hills and the mud pit for a while, deciding which I want to hit first. As I think, I reach down and engage the transfer case into 4x4 mode. My friends puts on his seat belt and grabs the oh-shit handle with a nervous look on his face. I back up to get a running start, then hit the mud hole as fast as I can. The truck sinks into the mud quite a bit, but I am able to pull through easily. I turn around and drive through the mud again while doing some donuts in the middle of the pit.

My friend says, “Let's pull over by the trees and fire up a doobie.” I look over at him and see that he is holding a large doobie and a lighter. I drive over by the trees, then up and around the mid pit to the top end of the lot. The top of the lot connects to one of the city streets and the back sides of several buildings line the edge of the lot. We stop right in the middle of the lot and light up the doobie. He takes the first couple hits, then I take a couple. It tastes really good and I immediately get high as hell.

I pass on the second round, saying, “I'll skip this one. I don't want to get so high that I forget how to get out of here.” He looks at me and says, “Snausages.” I give him a puzzled look, then start up the truck and drive off. As I drive, he keeps laughing and pointing at things outside. I look at him and ask, “Your eyes look funny, are you high?” He just laughs again.

9/25/11

DILD

Recall: decent

Notes: This was a long dream, but my recall has slumped a bit recently.

It all started back in Oak Park. I was wandering around with two friends at nighttime, and we approached my middle school. There was a lot of action going on around; police were everywhere. We found out that people suspected a shooting was about to take place. We decided to go in and stop it. My two friends were wearing bullet-proof vests, but I didn't have one. They were some bounty hunter type people. People around think I am crazy for walking in there unarmed and unprotected.

So we split up and look for anything suspicious. I wander the halls for awhile, while occasionally peaking into classrooms and checking out students. After like 10 min of this, I end up on the 4th floor. There is a skinny white kid looking very sketchy; he even had a trench coat for Gods sake. He saw me and the other cops around and was still acting funny. I thought that he wasn't the shooter because he was being so blatantly obvious about hiding something.

My 2 friends show back up and want to head out. I say I'll leave too, but I just want to see how this kid turns out. I still didn't believe he had anything, but I would be a bad cop if I let this sketchy dude go unchecked. I look back and he is getting in someone's face and pulls out a silver gun. I do a double take and pounce into action. I grab his hand with the gun and point it in the air. I fire a few rounds into the ceiling trying to empty the clip. We continue wresting and the gun gets pointed at me. Luckily he wasn't able to pull the trigger before I fought it off. By the way, there is a crowd around us watching; none of those assholes tried to help. He falls on the ground and I am wrestling on top of him. I can get the gun pointed at the back of his head. I pause for a second to think if I should shoot. I don't have faith that I'll get a good chance to take the gun, plus he almost killed me earlier. So I pull the trigger--a spray of blood and its all over.

I stand up a hero. But it doesn't feel right. Instantly I know its a dream. I do the nose RC and I'm dreaming. DAMN IT. I was a hero, I saved the day, and it wasn't even real. (This is one of the few times that I was pissed to find out I was dreaming.)

So I leave the building and get into the back of a car. Someone starts to drive me somewhere. I decide to try and shrink myself. I look at the seat of the car and suddenly it is a giant leather wall. I was about an inch tall. The car stops and the door opens. I go outside and it a long stretch of road in the middle of nowhere (still at night). I want to try and fly. I am so small that the wind should be able to take me. I feel a gust and suddenly I am off. I am flying super fast about a foot above the ground (but I am an inch tall so a foot isn't THAT close).

I land and return to full size. I want to fly again so I look to the starry sky. I try to take off, but nothing happens. I stare up for a few more seconds and look back down. I am hovering at like 3 ft. and then fall back down. I repeat this a few times, and then give up, frustrated.

The dream skips. It is daytime back in Oak Park. I find a car and start racing down the streets. After awhile of gunning it through downtown I get out and look for something else. I use telekinesis to throw the car straight into the air--it never comes back down. I do the same with a street sign.

I start looking for some girls. I find a hot one on the street and start going at it for a bit. Something happens and I have to stop early. Two guys come up and each want to be next. I scoff at them and walk away. Then across the street, in front of the Frank Lloyd Wright Temple is Heather! Finally! So I get up and start fooling around. She has huge boobs and I start (*eye muffs) titty...loving her. It works better than ever before because of their size. I switch positions and eventually I lose her somehow.

Well if I was able to inadvertently summon an old crush, then why not try another? I try to find Mallory. I end up going into a house and asking someone if they knew where her room was. They showed my a room with 4 beds. I dig through a bunch of dressers so I can try and find which bed is hers. Eventually I lose the dream before finding her.

I am in a car drunk, for some reason I am trying to explain to the passenger that how drunk I am in percentages.

"I am 120% drunk"

I remember two dreams from last night.

In my first dream, I’m outside of a house. Someone is telling me that there is an animal of some kind (a raccoon, squirrel or opossum) up in the attic of this house that makes an awful racket at night when people are trying to sleep. Me and another guy (unknown…but in the dream I know he is a friend) are going to try and catch whatever it is. Funny thing about the house, though, is that the front outside wall is missing so we are able to climb ladders and access the attic from outside. When I get to the top of my ladder, I look inside and spot something moving – it’s a small monkey, like the kind you see with organ grinders. He seems friendly, so I coax him over and grab him with one hand. This startles him and at first I think he’s going to bite me. I winch in anticipation, but the bite never comes. So I take the monkey and toss him outside onto the ground, then climb down the ladder. But when I turn to look at the monkey, I see that it is no longer alive and has somehow transformed into a toy stuffed monkey.

In my second dream, I’m driving a van and there are a couple of guys I don’t know in the van with me. We also have two women with us but they seem to each be sealed in some kind of big, square plastic bag filled with water. They are both alive and angry and demanding to be let out. I know somehow that we have kidnapped them and are driving someplace. One of the men in the van is angry with me because we are driving close to a news van/crew and he’s afraid they will be able to see inside our van and see and/or film the two women being held hostage. But I reassure him that I’m swerving in such a way that the news crew won’t be able to see them.

That’s all I remember from the second dream. I need to work on my RC’s throughout the day because, as crazy as some of my dreams are, there is no reason why I should not be recognizing them as dreams.

Had several dreams last night, some of them fragments.

In my first dream (fragment), I am at a hotel or office somewhere with some friends of mine. All I remember from it is that I had several bumps or welts on my face, neck and arms, like from a bug bite. But on closer inspection, the bumps seem to each have a little window on top of them and inside you can see tiny mechanical or electronic components. They look something like small Borg implants from the TV series Star Trek: The Next Generation.

An interesting side note: I actually AM staying at a hotel right now in Roatan, Honduras. And you have to constantly stay sprayed down with insect repellent because there are these little no-see-um bugs that bite and leave welts like mosquitoes. I’ve been lucky and haven’t gotten bitten but some other guests at the hotel are covered in bug bites.

In my next dream, my soon-to-be-ex wife and I are in a car and I’m driving us somewhere. When my wife finds out what route I took, she makes a comment that I should have taken a different route because it’s much shorter coming that way from where we live. I agree with her and suggest that next time we use her Garmin and follow the route it tells us to go. She likes that idea. This dream seems to repeat itself a couple of times, or maybe we’re just going to different places.

In my last dream, I am riding a bicycle. I had parked my truck and was trying out riding my bicycle from where I had parked my truck to a specific point, either work or home, I don’t remember. There is another man on a bike following behind me and he gradually catches up to me, since he’s going a little faster than I am. We greet each other and I explain to him what I’m doing, telling him I’m doing it to get more exercise. He tells me that’s a good idea and we end up giving each other advice and pointers about riding on the roads. I stop at a point along the way to meet some friends and eat lunch (or dinner) and invite the man inside to join me. As I’m inside, taking to some friends about a book I just read, I notice that the man I invited in has the exact same book in his hand. I don’t remember the title or author of the book, but I think it’s about bike riding.

I tried to attempt a MILD, but I think by the time I went to bed I was too tired to do it properly. I fell asleep pretty much as soon as my head hit the pillow. I have a vague memory of waking up once during the night and trying to convince myself to write down a dream, but that might have been a dream itself.

Calcifer was in my dream!!

(A strong and powerful fire demon! )

He had fallen apart somehow, and I was searching through a gravel path finding the pure white stones, because those were the stones that were a part of Calcifer. I put them together, and Calcifer formed back into himself! I was holding him in my hand.

I remember at one point me and M were driving back and forth different places because we kept forgetting these, and he was getting really frustrated. We drove back to his house because he forgot his belt, but I somehow felt like it was my fault.

I was at a store (it was sort of Target-like, but all the shelves were really tall) looking for black tights. I had a pair, but they were way too big for me, and when I looked at the size they were an XL. The only tights I could find in a S were sparkly ones, or leggings that only went halfway down your leg. Me and M were going to a dance, and I was going to wear this short halter top black dress I have, but I needed black tights to wear with it. While shopping I suddenly realized I had no clue how formal the dance was or anything, and I got stressed out about it. I decided to just use the tights that were too big for me, and we left.

On the way to the car I was with my family instead of M, and I was going to the event with my little brother (but it wasn't weird at all, just like a fun family thing. I'm not even sure if it was a dance anymore.) He showed me the bow tie he had bought and in the dream I thought it was the COOLEST THING. It was all frilly and it had a taxidermy alligator head (like the type I bought M in San Francisco) attached to it. Then, in the car, I was actually going with my little sister, and she was telling me something about her jacket and how she had decided she wanted to go with me.

I have a vague memory of a train as well.

I wasn't figuring on being able to remember any dreams from last night because I had a fairly potent margarita with my dinner. But I do remember bits and pieces of it:

I'm outdoors somewhere with some frineds of mine from work. And I'm carrying some kind of handheld device which lets me see things the others can't. We seem to be in some sort of competition with another group of guys from work and one of them (a guy I work with named Wade) is carrying a similar device. We seem to be driving on some kind of circular track. My team is driving counterclockwise, while the other team is driving clockwise. Or maybe it's just me and Wade who are driving, because I remember looking through the device and being able to see him coming at me. I'm unclear on what the rules of the race are.

In another dream, I find myself driving along a road approaching a 90 degree turn to the left which leads to a long bridge. It's been raining and there is water flowing over parts of the road as the water rises. I'm wanting to cross the bridge and get to the other side before the water gets too high and I am unable to cross.

Sidenote: This bridge scene has appeared in my dreams quite a few times in the past. I don't recall it being a bridge that I've ever seen in waking life, but in my dreams it feels as though it's a familiar sight.

Hopefully this marks the beginning of a long and successful venture into the world of Lucid Dreaming for me. After discovering this site only yesterday, I became instantly intrigued at the thought of controlling my own dreams. Prior to last night, my experiences with dreams only involved the occasional remembrance of what I dreamed the night before. As a child i used to have a lot nightmares from what I can remember. Walking slow, being small, impending doom, not being able to talk/scream. All that good stuff. I can say that for the past many years though that I haven't had really any nightmares, besides the ones where I am at work in my dream, haha.

My goal with Lucid Dreaming is not spiritual. Nor is it to inspire creativity. It is simply to experience something beyond what we as humans can explain. Dreams and the human brain, while widely researched, still can't be 100% explained. There are things that happened that are beyond our grasp of understanding and there is an element of mystery to it. The thought of being able to fly, go on an adventure, and be in complete control of an environment that can feel as real as the real world excites me. I am more than ready to venture into the world of Lucid Dreams!

Last night I grabbed a spare notebook I had and designated it my Dream Journal. I placed it on the night stand next to my bed where my alarm clock, phone and fan are so that hopefully I would see it and immediately write down anything I could remember about my dreams. I also repeated the phrase "I will record my dreams when I wake up" over and over in my head while falling asleep. It normally takes me awhile to fall asleep, and a lot of thoughts through the day get repeated in my head as I lay there, sometimes keeping me awake. I'll admit, I was extremely excited to see what kind of dreams my mind was going to produce, and if I'd be able to remember them all and actually record them.

Dream 1

I remember sitting in my room on the floor near my shelf of DVD's. I see a small container filled with weed just sitting there on top of some of my DVDs. Next I remember driving around on some back roads. I had this feeling like I was leaving work and was heading home to take a shower, because my job involves me getting pretty dirty so the first thing I always do is take a shower.

The dream seemed to transition from being just back roads to me driving around in a huge parking lot. During that time I seemed to be smoking a joint of the weed that I found earlier. The parking lot looked very similar to a mall near my house, though it's not on the way home from work so I don't know why I would've been driving around there if my intention was to go home and take a shower. I remember at one point while being in the car I was wearing my robe I put on after taking a shower. My mind obviously had a shower on it's mind.

I also recall some sort of commentary about the things I was doing in my dream. Like if I was watching my dream like a movie and I put on the directors commentary. The voice was not recognizable to me though.

As I woke up, I looked over to check the time and saw my Dream Journal sitting there. Immediately I started writing down everything I could think of. I didn't turn the lights on to see what I was writing. I am also a very sloppy writer, so my entry looks like a jumbled pile of words that I had to decipher this morning while using what I could remember later on to put together the dream.

I then put the Dream Journal back in its place and went back to sleep, repeating the same phrase again and again to remind myself to remember my dream. During this time of trying to fall back asleep, my mind seemed like it was creating it's own thoughts. It felt similar to day dreaming, but it seemed like I wasn't in control of what I was thinking. Scenarios were playing out in my head without my control, and I would eventually snap out of it and repeat the phrase again and again. I'm almost positive I wasn't in any sort of sleep state, but I wasn't 100% awake either. It was rather strange. I eventually fell asleep though.

Dream 2

I am driving on an icy road in what seemed to be winter time with my older brother and his girlfriend. The section of road we were on was very familiar, and looked to be one that is located close to my house. We are part of a convoy because my co-worker is driving his car in front of us, and there is a car behind us too that was traveling with us. I don't exactly recall who was in the car behind us, but I believe it might have been one of my Aunts. We were headed towards a destination for which I cannot remember clearly.

Suddenly my co-worker slams on his breaks in front of me. I have to make a quick swerve to get out of the way, but the car driving behind us decided to drive up to the side of me and I ended up hitting that car, as well as hitting my co-workers car in front of me. We decide to pull into a nearby parking lot to look at the damage of our cars. This parking lot was not familiar and it seemed like the road we were on transitioned into some unfamiliar road. As we get into the parking lot to look at the damage, it's no longer winter, and I notice there is no visible damage to any of our cars. I am very relieved because I was worrying about having to pay money to fix all of the damage, money I didn't have. It seemed however that my co-worker was very angry at the fact that there was an accident, possibly directed at me. Which now seems strange because there was no visible damage, and it wasn't really anybody's fault because the road conditions were icy and no one could stop.

Things get a little fuzzy, but then I remember me, my Mom, and my 3 year old Niece being in the parking lot where we pulled into. I open up a big box that contained mini bags of Doritos that had 3 different flavors, one being Habanero which I know she would hate cause she doesn't like anything even remotely spicy. I asked my Niece which flavor bag she wanted, and of course she picks the Habanero one. Me and my Mom tell her that she won't like it because it's spicy, but she replies "No, it not bicy" like a 3 year old would pronounce it.

Again I recorded it in my Dream Journal. A sloppy jumble of words that would only be readable by myself. I think I need to switch from writing it down to voice recording on my phone or something. Though I need something on my night stand to remind me to record my dream when I wake up, like how the notebook did. Hopefully I can learn to do it instinctively as I rise each time.

I don't know what constitutes as a normal dream, but these 2 seemed rather odd if you ask me. As far as I can remember, I have never remembered 2 dreams in one night. I might only remember one dream a month if that. I think because I implanted the idea of wanting to remember my dream, mixed with recording it immediately when I wake up helped me achieve this. Which to me is more than I imagined would happen after just my first night.

Getting to sleep before 2 is awesome! And the sad thing is, that's not sarcasm...

1) My mom is driving me and my sister around very recklessly and I am frightened... After spinning around in a circle, we stop and my sister walks to a convenience store. Open window, baked goods.

2) LUCID. In a room with other people. I run on top of the furniture, excited. When they ask me why, I say, "Because we're in college!" They look at me like I'm mad...

This is a dream I had while taking a nap during the day...

I find myself driving up this impossibly steep road, following behind a large truck or SUV. There are houses on the left side of the road and a chain link fence runs along the right side - there is no shoulder. Just as we get to the top of the hill, a red truck comes from the opposite direction. The driver of the red truck pulls up right next to the chain link fence and stops, forcing the vehicle in front of me to stop and/or veer left to pass him. But the vehicle hesitates, forcing me to stop as well. But I'm still on the steep incline and worried about rolling backwards.

The vehicle in front of me finally continues on, but when I try to drive forward, my vehicle stalls. I try to proceed forward but keep having to wait because vehicles keep passing me from behind.

I'm riding in a truck (bus?) with a bunch of guys I work with. We're coming back from some trip, I think, because we're all being driven home. I'm laying on my back looking up, and see a metal frame with some lights on it. At first I think we're pulling into a gas station or convenience store. But then I realize the lights are red and green traffic lights (no yellow lights for some reason) and that we're waiting to make a left turn.

Just as I'm wondering what order they'll drop us off in, (ie, does the driver know where we live?) my crew chief from work motions to the driver that HE wants to drive because it's HIS truck. Rather than pull over, the driver simply stands up while holding the steering wheel steady so my CC can slip into the driver's seat. (The truck seems to be on cruise control or something.)

Date of dream: 11-24-2010

- I was driving a car and lost control of it; I jumped out and it drove itself into this convenience store parking lot a short distance away, and I saw it was a red truck. I ran over there but a man (who I knew was bad somehow) had gotten in and was about to drive away. I jumped in next to him. I don't remember what happened then but it switched to me telling some people about it. I was saying like "yeah so then I got in with him - great idea, right? hahah..."


- I was at K's house, and went into her living room. It was all dark, and her cat was laying on the rocking chair. I started patting her, and was thinking she had a new name, though I don't remember what it was.

Then suddenly it was bright again and K's family was in there with me. We were all sitting on the floor, and I was cross-legged with the cat in my lap. She also had these two tiny light orange tabby kittens; you could hold them comfortably in one hand. The cat I had already then climbed up on my chest and was sort of standing and giving me a hug. Someone gave me one of the kittens to hold, and I held it in my left hand, then reached out with my right hand for the other one. Apparently it was really funny that I was covered with cats and everyone was laughing. Someone took a picture then showed it to me.


- I was going to meet up with N. [lol I always dream about this] I was sitting outside somewhere that seemed like a parking lot, then he texted me to say he was there. I stood up and started walking to where he was, which was just up some stairs and a few meters away. It was this weird, almost cave-like building that was basically like a really big, square, stone entrance, sort of attached to the side of a building. The area looked a lot like a street in my city that I used to walk down on my way to school.

There were a bunch of people along the sides of the cave thing, and I walked in nervously, not sure if I would recognize him. Then he waved at me and I went over. I was really surprised because he looked exactly like this guy I follow on twitter except with black hair, which I don't think he does really. xD He was also shorter than me. He was holding a bag from KFC and eating from it.

We left and started walking down the street, and he said something really quietly to me. I was like "what?" and then he started singing really quietly, sometimes adding in spoken words as well. I had to try really hard and lean down slightly to hear him, and soon realized he spoke only in song and confusing metaphors, lol. There was a group of 3 girls behind us, and one of them started repeating everything he sang. I was like "dude this girl is copying you" and he was like "yeah I think she heard that". Then the girls left.

At some point he asked "so was this what you expected?" I was like "well you look quite a bit more like my old math teacher than I expected..." xD


- I was with my cousin, I was laying on the top bunk of a bunk bed and he was laying on the floor, and we were both drawing. He had this book for figure drawing he was using. He asked if he could look at my sketchbook. I looked through it a bit to see if I wanted anyone to see. The last few pages had some nice colourful people and stuff, so I gave it to him and said he could start at the back and flip through a couple pages. Instead of a back cover, the book had a couple layers of a colourful neon plastic mini bead curtain.

He ended up looking at it with his parents there, and the drawings in it were completely different from what I'd just seen. Some were just these crazy psychedelic patterns, but most were variations of this one disco kinda scene, with a bright tiled floor, black background, a disco ball and some lights, but made with different mediums (coloured pencil and watercolour) and with different figures in the middle. He was looking through a lot more pages than I thought he would, and I didn't remember drawing any of them, and I was afraid something bad would come up.

They ended up being mostly okay, I only remember one that was like a weird naked dog person (nothing was showing), and one that was just a giant weird flabby bald head sitting on the floor. Everyone thought both were really funny.


Note: Right before bed I ate a large apple and took 200mg of B6. I'd only ever taken 100mg at one time before because I read 200mg was the absolute maximum you should have, but several people here seem to take that much for dreaming, and it seems as long as you don't do it regularly it's okay. I think it did make a difference though, so I'll try it again sometime. I had more vivid dreams than this, but I didn't write them down every time I woke up (which was often) so I forgot a lot. Could be placebo, but it seemed like every time I closed my eyes I seeeee your face thereee for more than a couple minutes, I'd go right into another vivid dream, which isn't normal for me, especially lately.

Had this one last night, really weird. Includes Britt, Laura, Dani, Niki, and myself.

So I'm at my old house on that dead end street again, and I'm in the living room with my dog (he's a wiener dog). I'm petting him while he's knawing on his basketball toy, when I hear this sound coming from outside, under the window facing the driveway. The best I can describe it is someone sucking jello through a straw, mixed with a dying animal and chewing. It was really gross. I stood up and tried to look out the window to see what it was, but that didn't work. Suddenly my stepmom came stampeding into the living room shouting about something or other, looking really freaked out. She scooped up my dog and said we had to leave town, and went out the back door. I followed her asking why as we walked down the driveway, heading to the street where my car was parked. When we got to where the noise came from my stepmom stopped walking and looked down at the ground. There was a look of pure horror on her face, and she started to cry. I took this chance to snatch my dog from her. She plopped down on the ground and started poking whatever was there, muttering something about "the spiders". Somehow I knew what she meant by that, and started to get really scared. I didn't want to look at what was on the ground, but I felt I had to. I took a quick glimpse, and saw the body of a small dog, or what used to be one. (Don't know where this dog came from; I only had one.) It looked like it used to be a pit bull, but was shrunken down to the size of a chihuahua. All of it's flesh, blood, and organs had been "sucked" out of it, leaving only a pile of bones vacuum-wrapped in it's skin. Also, what used to be the head was nearly separated from the rest of the body. I knew this had been the work of a spider, and started hustling to my car.

(Random 'facts' I knew about the situation that I was thinking about as I was going to my car: 1) In this world, there are grey/black spiders the size of your hand. They are growing in numbers and slowly taking over the Earth. 2) The spiders are really hard to kill, but can easily kill you. 3)The spiders attack you by jumping on your neck, biting you, and sucking everything up, like a vampire dust buster thingy. Then they crawl inside the wound and eat everything else. 4) In some rare cases the spiders don't eat the flesh of humans; instead they kill them, enter their brain, and control them like zombies. 5) In order to escape the spiders, I needed to leave where I was and head south, FAST.)

Once I got to my car, I put my dog in the back, along with a big duffel bag of stuff I suddenly had with me. There was already a bunch of stuff in my car. It like we had already planned an evacuation, but didn't want to leave until we were sure the spiders were going to invade. I got in the driver's seat. My stepmom, who had managed to snap out of it, went in the passenger seat. I really hated her (I do in real life, too), but I wasn't mean enough to abandon her in the spider apocalypse. (At this point my thoughts turned to the "past": my dad had died from fighting the spiders; somehow my stepmom and I decided to ignore the fact that we hated each other, and just stick together to better survive the spider-thing. You know, like how when people are stranded on a desert island, they're sort of forced to work together or die.) I started driving off. While I was driving I noticed the whole town looked really spooky. All the trees were dead and black, and the grass was yellow and patchy, mixed with dry dirt. There was nobody outside at all, except some dead bodies. There were no lights on, anywhere. Everything looked really run-down and crappy. All the cars were rusty and junky (broken windows, doors left open, flat tires, turned over, crashed, etc.) and were just lying around wherever, while the houses were abandoned and destroyed (broken windows, doors open, nasty shingles, empty, etc.). The sky was sepia tone (which is cool because the sky really was like this one day), but I couldn't see the sun or any clouds. I drove for a while before my stepmom started telling me some directions to a "safe house". We stopped at a building that was once white, but now almost grey. It looked like a trailer home without the wheels, or windows. We went up to the door, and my stepmom knocked. A lady answered the door; she was tall and skinny, with greasy black hair pulled back into a pony tail. She wore way too much makeup, but her eyes still looked sunken in and tired. Oh, and she wore orange shorts and a white shirt. "Hiii, welcome to Hooters!" she said. I gave my stepmom a "WTF" look as we went inside. The Hooters lady closed the door. Not only did the building look like a trailer home on the outside, but it did on the inside too. It was really long to my left and right, but so narrow that I could barely turn around. There was nasty, thin carpeting on the floors, and nothing on the walls. Besides some other random people lying in the hall, the only thing there was a round wooden table with a pile of wadded blankets on it. The Hooters lady went to the table and grabbed a ragged, thin blue blanket. "Will you be sleeping here tonight?" I wondered why she was still acting like this place was a restaurant; it didn't look like one, and I doubted she had any food to serve us. My stepmom said yes, and so the lady led us down the hall to the left until she got to a door. She opened it up and threw the blanket inside, let us go in, and then closed the door. There wasn't any light, so it was hard to see, but I knew there was a bunch of people in this room too. I 'went to sleep', and woke up the next day. I went out of the room to try and find the Hooters lady to pay her, but she was nowhere to be found. I went back to ask my stepmom what to do about this, but I couldn't find her either. I decided I would just leave, since my stepmom was probably dead, and I didn't want to hang back and get killed myself.

I got in my car and drove until the sky was blue again, and there was plant life/people around me. I got off the road, stopped at a motel (it was white on the outside, but I didn't see the name of it), and got a room. The guy led me to my room, explaining I'd have to buddy up with someone because they didn't have any open rooms, with everybody trying to escape the spiders. He opened the door for me, gave me my key, and left. There were two twin beds in the room, with a window in the middle and white walls (like my dorm room, except plainer looking and sorta junky). To my surprise, the other person in the room was my friend Brittany. We were both surprised to see each other, and happy we had both survived the spiders. I asked her where the rest of her family was; she was quiet for a few seconds, and instead of answering, she showed me around the room. She had some clothes in the sliding door closet next to the door, and some bags/clothes around her bed. It was sort of cluttered, but that's to be expected. (It's hard to be organized when you're on the run from spiders, and have to live with everything you own in a motel room.) She told me she'd been living here for a while, and that it was really safe, and the people running the hotel didn't even charge anyone because it was a safe house now. I set down my one bag next to my bed (which only had one old sheet on it), and went back to my car to get the rest of my stuff. Once I had everything inside the room, it was even more cluttered, but we could still walk around easily enough. My dog suddenly appeared in the room, which is weird because I lost track of him for a while there. I was about to close the door, when suddenly a gray spider ran through. Britt and I screamed. I just so happened to have a crowbar in my hand, so when it jumped at me, I whacked it really hard. It made a 'crack' sound, and blood spattered everywhere. The spider flew over to the window, but disappeared when if fell in our junk.

I shut the door all the way and locked it. We knew the spider was only stunned because I had hit it with a blunt object, so we had to find it and kill it before it woke up. I started searching for the spider while Britt looked for a sharp object. While we searched we were freaking out. I said, "Where did that come from?! I thought this was a spider free area! Are they migrating that fast?!" Britt said, "Dude I don't know! Just find it! Maybe it hitched a ride on somebody's stuff when they came here? Like somebody didn't look over their shit properly or something?" Britt pulled out an old rusty handsaw from somewhere. It had a red handle, and all the teeth were worn off, but it was still sharp. She demonstrated how we would properly kill the spider when we found it. "I think it might have fallen below the window," she said. I moved some of my stuff from below the window, and found the grey spider. It was just lying there, still stunned. Britt rushed over with the handsaw, put it on the spider, and pushed down. I helped push too. We managed to cut the spider in half (the outside of it was steel hard, but the inside was soft and fleshy, so once we pushed hard enough to cut through the skin the rest took no effort). Blood spattered from the spider again. Once we knew we had killed it, we did a high five. Britt went to get somebody to dispose of the body. When she opened the door, Laura was on the other side.

Britt and I were surprised/happy to see Laura. She came inside holding a cleaver. We asked her how she found us, and she told us she was staying in the motel with Niki, and had seen me bring my stuff inside. She showed us her cleaver like it was her prized possession, and told us how it was really good at killing spiders. I talked to her while Britt went to get someone to take care of the spider. After a while I looked outside the window. The view was really pretty. It was an ocean bank, surrounded by long grass with two trees on each side. One was a palm tree (right) and one was a willow (left). The sky was blue with a few white clouds. In the middle was some random guy fishing. He was all decked out in fishing gear and stuff. After catching a small silver fish he left, so I could see the water better. It was clear blue and sparkly. It dropped off from the bank immediately. While I was looking at the pretty view an orca swam up and purposely beached itself on the bank. I wasn't sure whether to be worried or not. At first I freaked out, thinking it was a sign of the spiders coming, but when I looked at it, it was smiling and rolling around happily, so I knew it was okay. After it went back in the water I looked back to Laura, who was still talking about all the spiders she had killed with her cleaver.

Britt came back in the room, and with her was Dani. She said she had found her while looking for someone to clean up the spider. We were all happy to see each other, but after a while I asked Britt if she had actually found anyone to take care of the spider. Dani answered by saying her dad was coming with a wood chipper. We all looked at her, surprised. "Your dad is here?" I said, since everyone else seemed to be parentless. "Yeahhh...?" said Dani. "He has a woodchipper? Cool!" said Laura. Dani's dad entered the room carrying his "handheld woodchipper" (he had to duck to get through the door). We all said hi. Dani's dad grabbed the two pieces of the spider and threw it in the wood chipper. He left to go outside so he could finish the job without getting spider-puree in out room. We all started talking about what we were planning to do. Dani apparently had just gotten here, so she had no idea. Britt said she had been here for a while, and was planning to move further south soon. I agreed that that was a good idea (since I wasn't sure about where that spider came from). Laura agreed too, and we decided to head out tonight together. Laura went back to her room to pack up, while Britt and I packed up too. Dani stood there until her dad came back to show us his spider killing tool, which was like a shiny dagger. Dani and her dad left the room, leaving Britt and I packing. This is where I woke up.