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9/2/10
My Mom takes me to Bobae to have a foot message. She says that it will improve my intelligence. They use the messaging apparatus.
9/3/10
I drive myself to Khaoyai in Thailand. Dad tells me the directions before I leave. And if I get lost, "ask." And drive up a freeway and turn left. It's a u-turn and I come to a check point. I am worried that I do not have a car license. From there I go to a shop to buy camping supplies and the employee has curly hair and a black top. My brother, P-1 disappears. So I decide not to buy anything.
Deja vu! The shop scene repeated itself.

I am at a red shirt (political movement) camp. I see lots of people in red shirts, hanging on the underside of a skytrain track. Someone, maybe a red shirt leader tells me, "don't tell any journalists that."
"When attacked, all must retreat!"
I pick up dog plates from outside the house where red shirts are gathering.
Back to the shop AGAIN! I talk to a girl from the movie 'Big Boy' Thai movie. I smell a magnet in the shape of a cap. I say, "my Dad used to like buying these things."
I get a phone call, but don't pick up in time. I look. Not P-1 (who is missing). I browse through my iphone apps.

9/4/10
I burnt down a building. A person was in it. So I buried the person. We go into someone's house to that we think is open to the public. But it's private and the owner tells us. I open a youtube video for the guy who's with me. I open my email instead (autopilot behavior). He reminds me. So I look up a video about ninjas and firecrackers.

I am driving a fold-able truck over a bridge, following some people in another car. The back of the truck keeps dissembling itself. So I got off the driver's seat and go to fix it. The truck rolls backwards and blocking the traffic so I put engage the handbrake.

12/05/2009

Covert Ops

I don't know how I got where I was, but I was driving and I ended up in a parking lot in front of a Circuit City. It was dark out. Kind of rainy. I parked my car in the front row where there were only a few cars in the parking lot. But I didn't go into Circuit City, I went next door to an abandoned building. I kept checking around to see if anyone was watching me. I get to the abandoned building and it's like warehouse huge inside. I look around and find a stairway leading down. I go downstairs and find it's a secret hideout... for who I don't know. All I remember seeing is a tv and someone playing video games. Then someone else tries to hand me a Nintendo DS game. It's a Mario game and I open the box to find that the cartridge is the size of a digital camera memory card. I hand it back to whoever it was that gave it to me and left.

I am outside looking for my car and there are tons more cars in the parking lot now. It's still dark and now it's pouring down rain. I see a car that I think is mine, but the license plate isn't mine, so I keep looking. I finally find my car and get in and leave the parking lot. I feel like I'm being followed so I morph my car into a bike. So now I'm riding my bike in the rain and I'm at a stop light. I see along the sides of the road there are lasers that can detect movement. There is a cop behind me and I turn right so I can try to shake him. I hop my bike over the motion detector laser and keep riding down a dark alley. The cop follows me, then I see another cop coming at me head-on. I skid out to the right and into a hole in a chain link fence and hide behind a dumpster.

Then someone comes up to me and congratulates me on getting away from the cops. I now feel like I'm in third person and writing this as a novel. In my head I can hear myself narrating saying something like, "what they didn't know was that I was pregnant with another man's child." Apparently I was being picked up at a check point by my "boyfriend" and his mother. Bizarre!

Lucid
Non-Lucid

Carpark, coke, scotch

Win on Pokie (slot) machine in an empty pub. apocalypse. country. driving

Trains

Sorry, keywords are all I have until my recall improves

PART 1 - IMPULSIVE GRANDPA

I'm with grandpa. He's acting very impulsive. He keeps eating unhealthy food - I remember one specific instance of a burger from Burger King... and possibly taking drugs (alcohol?). I think to myself that it could be because he thinks he's going to die soon, so he's letting loose.

We're driving along, talking about deep things. We're out in the country, there are a lot of sharp turns. He's barely paying attention to his driving. I think to myself, it must be on autopilot, and with so many years of good driving, it should be fine... I feel safer having thought this.

He talks (I ask?) about his philosophy on various things... I think it had an "all the beautiful people," world peace type vibe... which is interesting as IRL his views tend more toward the conspiratorial.

ANALYSIS

Grandpa recently purchased a motorcycle, and apparently plans on (or possibly has already been) using it.

I really do often think that he's trying to keep himself stimulated by keeping busy, because he's afraid that if he gets too bored he'll just lose the will to live.

His manner has changed slightly as well... more uninhibited.

Definitely need to visit sometime soon.

- - -

PART 2 - OUTDOOR RAP BATTLE

Outside, field in the country... there's about a dozen people lined up, each taking turns freestyling. Lil Wayne (or someone who looks like them) is one of them.

It's my job to pick who competes next. There are bins of food sitting on a table - for some reason instead of picking the people themselves, I pick two foods, and whoever owns them goes next.

I'm picking just before I leave (I'm supposed to compete next, but make some half-ass excuse, grandpa is waiting in car - which is true, but there did not seem to be any urgency.)

The host recommends I pick some frozen meat, I do... turns out it belongs to two Japanese chefs (wearing full white chef uniforms and hats) who barely speak English, he wanted them up for entertainment value.

I head back to grandpa waiting in the car, I see the hills and winding roads in the distance.

ANALYSIS

I started listening to rap again the past few days after taking maybe a week break from it, likely trigger.

I also watched a few prank calls yesterday, which to me seems like the trigger for tricking the Japanese chefs into competing, similar attitude of mischief.

Making an excuse seems literal, I don't feel prepared for something like that.

Fragment:

1. Some dream about Zach and Caleb.

There was some sort of game going on, and I was high (first recorded high dream). I had to pretend I wasn't high around the parents and Pastor Whipple. I was in some sort of foresty area. Break. I ended up going to the movies, where Damon was working. Matt was on the phone singing about being stoned. Everybody started biking away from the theater with sensei, so I went. Break. I ended up hanging in a dentist's office. Break. At one point, I was driving very badly. Toward the end of the dream, Mom talked to me on the phone.

This was all super abstract and difficult to remember. Lots of disjointedness in this dream sequence. Disjointed logic, too.

This was a week or two ago. Very small fragment, but figured I would put it up anyhow:

Aprrox. few weeks ago - I was in a Kroger Parking lot (where I work) and saw a black Explorer drive by. I look inside and see one of my ex girlfriends sitting in the backseat, with nobody else in the car. The odd thing here is that the car is driving with nobody at the wheel, while she is alone, buckled up, in the back seat. I casually say hello and start a conversation with her, while walking with the SUV. I then get into the drivers seat and push down the brake to stop the car. We continue to hold a normal conversation and the dream ends.

NOTE- I tend to have a LOT ( I mean a LOTTTT) of dreams where a car is driving itself and I have to brake it, or If I'm driving the brakes won't work correctly. I read something on this site about technology failing a lot in dreams due to our lack of understanding it, but most other machines/electronics work okay in my dreams. Brakes almost NEVER do. Maybe I could use this as a dream sign?

PART 1 - SKATING AND MAGAZINE WITH FAMILY

In car, driving with mom. I think we're going to a skating rink.

Later, my little brother, B, looks through a magazine in which every page is an advertisement for other magazines. He gets upset because he wants a fitness magazine. I say in a casual way that it's on the way because I've ordered it myself, he calms down. I think he also says something to the effect of finding the women in the ad attractive.

Something about "taking over," a business...

ANALYSIS

No metaphorical meanings for skating jump out at me. Perhaps it's simply a generic symbol for leisure activity, a message to spend more time doing things with my mother.

The subject of B and fitness in general may have been triggered by an event that occurred several days earlier: B went for a run, said it felt great, and was in the middle of preparing some green beans to eat... when mom calls and asks if B wants anything from McDonald's. He gets his usual, counteracting all the good he did. I was upset with mom for this at the time.

B has been making some effort to eat healthier and exercise now and then, would explain his desire for the fitness magazine.

I'm more fit than I've been in years, could explain that I've "already ordered it," my fitness goals are on the way for me.

The attractive women comment seems literal, B often tends to make such remarks.

So I was on a school bus going on a field trip to somewhere. One of the teachers passed out cheesesticks for a snack because it was a long trip. We all ate our cheesesticks happily. We got to our destination which was like this forest, and we all started taking pictures with our cameras. All of the sudden I fell to the ground. I tried to get up, and once or twice I managed to get to my feet, but I just fell right back down. Soon I couldn't even get up anymore. The teacher who passed out the cheesesticks ran up to me screaming "OH MY GOD!" An ambulance came and shipped me off to a hospital.

I was in the hospital bed getting checked out. A male doctor said, "Oh no, it seems you are paralyzed from the waste down. Now we have to do reconstructive surgery and physical therapy to get you walking again." The teacher was in the corner crying. The doctor asked her why she was crying. She pulled out a cheesestick from her purse and pointed at the label. "It's all my fault! These cheesesticks are high in carbon!" Then she went back to crying. Apparantly carbon causes paralysis.

The next thing I remember I am walking around in my school. For some reason I go to the guidance office. Walking for me is very hard, it seems like I'm stumbling and about to fall any minute. A kid in the guidance office is sitting in a chair crying. Somehow he got paralyzed too. The guidance people question me and ask me if I could have accidentally given the kid my paralysis germs. Then I wake up.

I'm taking my sister home from somewhere, have no idea where. It's night and we are on the highway, the only car. I stop at my apartment for some reason, and Stephanie (my sister) wets her hair down - why, I have no idea. I am irritated she's taking so long and tell her to hurry up. I think I get snacks or something from the fridge.

We stop at a church next...and there is an old couple sitting in the pews. Just them, no one else. My sister and I get bored and leave. I don't remember much about this part of the dream.

Still traveling at night, still the only car. But for some reason, I miss my exit and run out of road - literally. The pavement ends and there's a drop off (not huge, but a couple of feet) to this dirt road that's horizontal to my vertical freeway.

We abandon the car and arrive in this town. Everything is run down, and what isn't run down is really old, vintage style places. The library is a shack, the store is a booth in the road, etc.. I want to use a phone to call my dad and tell him Stephanie is going to be late. I end up using one in one of the shack places. Dad on the other end isn't happy with me, and I hang up with the sense that I disappointed him.

There is a nice house in town, a mansion. Somehow, getting Stephanie home isn't priority anymore, exploring this house is. I go in, and look around. Everything is luxury from the rugs to the furniture. I go upstairs and the maid tells me I can go swimming on the roof. I take off all my clothes and sit outside the window, in where the gutter should be, but it's the pool. I'm not worried about being naked as there's a huge privacy fence around the house, and a well manicured lawn. I remember it being really really green.

The pool is the size of a gutter though, and I scoot down until it gets wider and wider. Now the water is covering the entire roof, inside the attic. It's really clear, no dirt at all. I swim and explore the waterlogged rooms, and my sister pops up, asks me what I'm doing. I tell her to come in. The maid starts making us drinks. I sit on this bench that suddenly appears and look into a mirror. I have these weird patches of hair on my chest and get embarrassed. I think I have to go home and shave them off.

-

At least no one was blond this time. *sigh*

08/04/10



I'm driving my dad's old Ford truck, trying to get out of town. I'm not sure if I'm in Ixburg or Quickton, but I'm driving west (along the north road from Ixburg, what) so I can go watch the sunset on a hill. The hill apparently has a car wash, which I'm grateful for, because the interior of the car is soaked in blood. I'm driving on the right-hand side of the car, and the blood from the seat is seeping into my t-shirt. Another truck passes me on the west side, because I can't accelerate fast enough.

At this point, I'm definitely driving down the highway through Quickton. I turn back onto the highway and start driving west. Until suddenly I'm not. I'm walking through the west side of town, my feet crunching over packed white snow. Then, for some reason, I'm walking along on my knees. A woman appears and asks what's wrong, but I don't remember what I told her.

We both notice a smell in the air, some lemony entree that seems to be coming from a building. The woman says that the building is hers, but that I should come in out of the cold. I go inside and notice that the building is Curves, a women's gym.

I look at one of the walls, covered in recipes for low fat foods. I'm reading one for french toast that says to saturate the bread in olive oil. And that's it. A plate appears in front of me and I try it. It tastes like corn syrup, but the bread is soggy.

I turn around and see my martial arts instructor from Halifax. I remember that I had to tell him I wasn't coming to karate class (though he doesn't teach karate...), but the man tells me just to show up and do what I can.

The scene shifts and I'm looking at a room with tall glass pillars and holograms. From a third person POV, I'm watching Neal, Peter, and Diana go through a training exercise. Neal is hanging back, looking nervous (I think I've had this dream before). Diana goes crashing through one of the glass pillars, and is suddenly falling several stories, flailing her arms.

As Neal, I run to the edge of the floor, which has suddenly disappeared. I look for a way to help Diana, but there's nothing. In the next moment, her body is laying on the floor at an odd angle, blood oozing from a wound on her head.

Then we're standing around the body, the floor having repaired itself, but glass still everywhere. We're beginning an investigation. Someone's writing on a notepad, and Peter is calmly explaining the next steps in our investigation.

There's a montage of people in animal costumes, climbing the outside of glass buildings and waving at the people inside.

I wake up and attempt to WILD, but fall asleep immediately.



I'm walking along the service road, watching the train tracks carefully. The train tracks have replaced the highway that runs through town. I plan to jump onto a train going west. I'm not sure where I'm going, but I have enough money for a bus ticket to get back. I don't think I plan on coming back, though.

I'm walking, now, with three other guys who have the same plan. One of them is a guy I knew from high school. We chat amicably, planning, and trying to figure out what kind of container would be easiest to get into. We also discuss our exit, saying that it'll be dark when we get wherever we're going, and that we'll have to jump from the train before we get into town, because the security there is too tight.

There's a train driving along the road with other traffic, getting ready to merge into the train tracks. The train looks just like the one in Inception, but the jagged pattern is a dark yellow. This isn't the train we want.

I imagine jumping onto a lit stretch of concrete, only to have it turn out to be water, covered in ice. I fall into the water, crashing through the ice, and try to get to shore. I have to climb over thin ice, though -

I snap back into the present. We get ice cream from a vendor, and I'm trying to find a bathroom before we leave. I spot the train in the distance, though, and all four of us are running for the train tracks.

Waiting for a Train. Scare Factor: 4.

I was in my house (well, the house was mine in the dream, but not the same as mine in real life). There was one lowered section, where I was, and one raised section, where all the sleeping people were (Mum and Dad specifically). I think it was about 2am. I decided to drive to go eat some pie. I snuck out the house, and went for the drive. It was the first dream I recall having at night time, so that was quite interesting. I drove down the road near my house with the speed bumps, but there were too many people turning left onto the main road, so I went back around the block, and turned left at a different location. I turned in front of a large truck, and had to accelerate quite quickly to avoid it. I don't recall if I ever made it to the pie shop, because the next thing I knew I was back inside, and my Mum was scolding me about needing to book the car in some sort of online form and seek prior permission before taking it out at night. I was being scolded by a post-it-note, rather than in person.

*May recall something about driving near my old school at this point, but don't know specifically*

Emotions Felt:

• Fear (at being caught)
• Excitement (about the pie)
• Frustration (upon waking, at not recognising the weirdness of the dream, and then turning lucid)

Again I didn't have very good recall, I actually suspect that I had a few lucid moments but didn't maintain them very long.

I'm driving a Lexus except it doesn't use normal controls it uses a Wiimote kind of thing. Some of my old school friends are there. Walter from fringe is in the car and comments about the heated seats at some point. We're traveling towards the yacht club in the town where I grew up. Instead we go to my house and I argue with my dad about being late. I try to find my own car to leave and can't find it.

not sure if this is the same dream or a new one... Some girls that I knew from school are at the same house as above, the house and next door are busy undergoing alterations. We go inside... the dream fades

I sky dive with some of my friends into carrington road from very low altitude. One friend opens his shoot too late but lands on it and he's fine. We pack our chutes hoping to find a place to base jump.

07/19/10

I contemplate world domination/destruction. Fortunately for the planet, I still can't teleport.

Note: As of July 21, this is no longer true. Watch out, world.



I look down at my right hand and count my fingers. "One. Two. Three. Fourfivesixseveneightnine." I get distracted and start counting off random numbers, but I'm lucid by this point, and looking around.

Dream goals... right. I wanted to go to Walmart and open a portal to hell. No reason, I just thought it would be fun.

I try to shift to a new location, attempting to bring my companion along.

I wake up in bed. Except for the part where I'm still dreaming. I know it automatically, but I still do a quick count of my fingers. The ring and pinky fingers are alternately multiplying and fading out of existance, so that's normal.

I "wake up" again, but I still know I'm dreaming. I go outside and decide to along the sidewalk at a sprint, just to see how fast I can go. I run up a hill that doesn't exist in real life, surprised that I can actually feel a physical drag slowing me down.

I consider the possibility of using running as a reality check.

Fragments: I'm driving a Bentley. I'm either Crowley or Aziraphale from Good Omens. Something about one-ways and suburbs. Or maybe that's Suburban (the truck). I can't read my writing.

I find my keys. They're hanging from the doorknob of my bedroom.

False Awakenings. Scare Factor: 1.

I wake up. My keys are still missing. Damn you for giving me hope, Id.

Mad Driving:
I was on the highway driving a car with a passenger. I turned right and was able to with no problem. I tried to turn right again but I almost hit a car.

Work Punctuality:
I was asleep on the sofa. It was almost five in the afternoon and I had work at that time. I was relaxed though, my sister promised to take my shift. I woke up after five only find that she didn't and was pissed off. I ran around the house trying to prepare myself for work. Time approached 5:40, at which point I was wondering how come I wasn't called yet.

Thoughts: Second dream seems to be a mixture of real life and work thoughts, happened during a nap.