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I'm watching some daytime talk with three military people. One guy is in the navy, one's in the marines, and ones in the army. They're all comparing their work hours and what not, and one guy gets really upset with the airforce guy and tries to come over there, and fight him. The airforce guy knocked him out in one punch. I was at the computer narrating the whole event to Canceled Czech

Ninja9578 was asking me my opinion on Alex's DJ. I told him that it started out being just a regular journal, and then it became a journey into ones subconsciousness. I was looking at the DJ on paper in my house, but I don't know where they were...maybe on the internet.

Jan/4/2011
I was on the beach, standing on sand and I was very close to the water. It was beautifully hazy and the sky looked like it was a bluish-green mist overlapping the slow waves of the ocean. It wasn't particularly bright, but the haze had a glow. I looked at both of my hands checking to see if I'm in a dream and noticed an oddity about them, so I kept focusing almost going in and out of wakefulness as I was doing this reality testing with my hands... more than anything, I was fascinated, and I knew I was dreaming.
Even though I was caught up with the scenic view of the beach and my crazy hands, and didn't look around me, I knew that there were DV members around that I may have kept waiting for something they planned. It felt like they wanted to do something, or begin doing something, and waiting for me to be ready or be prepared, but I was too involved in comparing the image of my "dream" hands with my memory of my "real" hands and the beauty of the beach.

Dec/27/2010
Running right out of a restaurant that served Italian cuisine (I ate white and red pasta), I walked hurriedly into a room I've never been to before, it was a bedroom that belonged to a DV member.. and I don't know who it was other than a white young man, light brown hair wearing a white t-shirt/tank and was actually sleeping, even though it was daytime, noon or later. Me and my sibling came into his bedroom and disrupted his sleep, I don't know why, but we were in a hurry and looking for something and he may have had something to do with it, or so we thought. He sat up looking dazed and confused and asked sitting up, while still under covers, if he could just "please" go back to sleep. So I apologized for both of us and told him reassuringly that he can go back to sleep (he was in bed and we were siting on it, each on opposite sides). As he fell back to sleep, I noticed he had a gray lucid dreaming book (there was also another book there) at his headboard and near his pillow, I thought "Hey, an LD book I might like" and I commented about the fact that this guy knows lucid dreaming well. I opened the book and immediately noticed it was an old book from the smell of its pages and the way in which it was written which was a little dry. I said "Oh, it's one of those theoretical/experimental books. I don't want to read that kind of book." So I tossed it back into the headboard and said "let's go," got up and left the room.

I just remember being in IRC with Tamidoll and Oneironaut. I'm not even sure what we were talking about.

I remember seeing a flounder (same cartoon looking one) in some hot grease. I pulled it out and realized that it was still alive. I tried to put it in a coup only to find a catfish head in there surrounded by it's guts. I placed the flounder in another cup, and added a random amount of salt to it.

I'm reading a hand written letter from Jeff777 that was talking about how he's coming back soon. I think he texted me too. Most of the letter was directed at someone else, and I couldn't help thinking "why didn't he just write them too?".

I'm in a toy store yelling with an over the top deep voice about blood and general carnage. I think it was a perfect contrast to the area that was filled with plush dolls of all sizes and colours. At least I found it funny at the time.

I'm in the back seat of the car with two females to the left of me. One is placing some sort of machine on me, and asking me to relax. She was touching me everywhere, and I was trying to keep things professional.

DILD...crap recall
I remember trying to teleport to Walms after throwing several black holes on the wall and stepping through one . When I got to the next location, it was a dark area, and I saw some fast moving light flying by. I remember trying to catch up to it thinking it was him.

Snowy Egypt was at my house, and she had this bad ass kid with her. He wasn't listening to her at all, and I got fed up with it, and sat him down. Snowy said he was a trouble maker in school and was failing math. I told him ways he could focus better, and I was going to offer him the rest of my gameboy games if he improved his grades.

I remember being at a bar with Mark75 and my friend H. I don't remember anything else in the dream, because I had a FA of getting in chat and telling them about it.

I remember Cacaphony and J were at my house. She hopped on my computer and was complaining about how IRC was black in white. I told her to click MIRC and she should be able to see the difference. J was was in the kitchen talking to some guy....about something...like the guy needed something from him...money or whatever.

FA I'm on the phone talking to J about the dream.

I met up with Aquanina and Ninja at some kind of poolside get together. Ninja had an old black eye for some reason, and oddly, I was asking him about his birthday. He said no one invited him to a party, so he didn't do anything. He handed me a roach and I finished it off, and we were all going to smoke out. I started wondering about how it may effect my dream recall, but quickly brushed it off. We sat down at this huge round table, and I tried to sit next to Nina, but some other (ugly) DC got in the way. My nephew showed up, and said something about taking a trip on a bus.

We all got on, and headed some place, and by the time we got there, it was dark. We headed back and Kayla was complaining about the entire trip. I told her at least we weren't wasting our own gas. And she started complaining about the bus itself. We went back and fourth about that until she finally got off. My nephew told me that we had to drive the bus for his friend cause his mother (the owner of the buss) was getting off. I knew there was a catch, but whatever. My nephew started driving, and the windows started fogging up on the inside, and he didn't have his headlights on. I was waiting for him to correct it, but for some reason he wasn't. I saw that there was a guy out down the street, and I told him to slow down. He did so, but he started hydroplaning and the back end came out and hit the guy. I could see cop lights flash behind us, and I told him to turn on his headlights.

I rushed outside to find the guy, and he was sitting upright, halfway buried in dirt. He asked me if I spoke Spanish in Spanish, and I told him no. He carried on talking about what happened to him in Spanish, and I couldn't understand what was going on on. I noticed he had a fracture on his right forearm, and I asked him was there anything else. The guy pointed to his legs, and I noticed he had two open femoral fractures. Right then and there I knew he was going to die, but I kept calm, and spoke to him like nothing was really that bad.