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Friday, 8/16/13

Last night bed 10:45pm - 3:30am; 5:10am - 9:23am

I thank those who insipred this awesome night (ophelia with her dream from last night and sparta with chat talk). And thank you brain, for getting the hints and obliging.

This was one of the longest dreams that I remember.

DR - part 1
I'm in a building with lots of people. We know a huge earthquake is coming, in fact, it's iminent. At first, we were gonna just run outside. But then I realize, we need to collect as much stuff as we can, because after the quake, that's all we gonna have.

So I tell my mom and dad. They are sceptical. But I start bringing items into a shopping cart. I look at the stack of neatly folded burgundy color towels. I know they are older and they have been used to dry the dogs after their bath, but they are clean now and I put them in the cart. I find water bottles, and different items. I know that even if we don't need some of it, we can barter with them. I find a pile of my old things. I look through them and I flip through pages of my bright blue book of stamp collection. (I wish I had it here with me IWL, because I think I saw it exactly as they were, although I have not seen them in years). I know I can't take them with me.

I find two comforters. I get an idea of making them water proof. I tell an old classmate of mine from elementary school to cut open some large black trashbags and saw them onto the comforters. So when we have to sleep outdoors and ground is wet, they will insuate us.

I know we are on borrowed time and quake can happen at any second. I hear a sound and I look at my watch. I just received an alarm, an early warning, that quake has already happened and we have 12 or 7 seconds till the shock wave arrives. I yell at everybody to get out. I start pushing the cart and my mom is trying to keep up, but complaining of her legs. I lift her into the cart and keep pushing.

We get to the exit from the building. Large glass doors are chained shut. 2 guards at the desk are not willing to open them, eventhough crowds are gathering, wanting to get out. Nobody wants to stay inside, where glass and stuff would be raining down on us.

Suddently we are outside, at night, pushing the rattling shopping cart with our items and my mom.

Then it feels like it's all over. It's day time and I'm back at the entrance to the building. People are milling around. I walk around with someone around a lake that's just outside the building/ The walkway starts to separate and now I'm standing on something that looks like a small raft made of reeds. The person with me is also standing on one. It's dipping under water and now I'm more swimming that walking. The water is nice and warm and although it's scary, I don't mind that much.

Part 2
Me and another person are going back inside the building. This seems to be years after the apocalypse. There are some thugs sitting by the entry and lots of debree everywhere. Broken furniture, pieces of concrete... The glass door is now jammed opened.

The other person tells me to stay there and wait for him. He was looking for something. I'm in a large tiled corridor, even walls are tiles. There are no lights, but it's not dark inside. He walks in the opening in the wall to the right. I walk little further down this corridor and hang left.

I'm looking for restrooms. There are some stalls with dark red metal walls, that could use a fresh coat of paint. They don't have doors, but they are normal toilets. (Which is very unusual. normally I find a restroom, but there is always something wrong with it and I can't use it). Some are separated by semi-transparant plastic hanging from the ceiling. I find one, no door, but nobody is around and I use it.

I keep walking and see lots of males in the hallway. Someone who seems to be in authority is telling them it's time to go in their cells. I ask if this is a prison and I'm told yes, it is. It's kinda lax, almost voluntary.

I know what I want and I ask a handsom black guy, leaning against a wall, how big is his pen0r. He says "like a hot-dog". I say, if I'm gonna have a black guy, he is not gonna have a hot-dog. The warden steps in and askes me a few questions. His questions are leadig me to believe, that despite the size, he is the best.

So I walk off with the hot dog. I keep asking him where wuld be a good place, untill we get to some side corridor with some construction material.

We are about to start, when 2 huge guys walk in. And rest is on need to know basis only.

Had an interesting dream this morning that I didn't record until tonight, so I can recall only parts of it.

I was in a bar talking to an attractive Oriental woman. I was telling her about a recent experience of mine; the details of which I don't remember now. She and I left the bar and walked through streets of a city somewhere in Japan. It had skyscrapers and tall brick buildings. Several of these buildings appeared seriously damaged and dangerously unstable, so we returned to the relative safety of the bar. There we found a shotgun that had a shot glass for an ammo clip, and the glass was filled with a caramel-colored alcoholic beverage. Two or three times, I drank the liquid in the shot glass and aimed the gun at nothing in particular, without ever pulling the trigger. [end of dream]

If this is a precognitive dream, then it means a destructive event (probably an earthquake) will occur in one of Japan's major cities within the next few weeks. The epicenter of this probable seismic event may be indicated by one or more of the dream symbols. If the shotgun means shōgun, that would suggest Tokyo (ancient Edo) as the most likely location. Or less likely, the alcoholic beverage (though it wasn't clear-colored) may mean sake, which sounds like Osaka.

Based on this dream, I predict a major earthquake will damage parts of Tokyo or Osaka within 1 to 6 weeks (sometime between July 18 and August 28 of 2013).

Thursday 7/11/13

Last night bed 1am - 8:45am

Last dream:

I'm on pebbly shore of a shallow lake. Water is clean, see-through. A house I live in is nearby. Someone throws something towards me and it lands in the lake. I see large and small pieces of plastic debree in the water. Walk in there to pull it out. Some of it is in little deeper, like knee high. I don't want to get completely wet, so I walk to the shed and look for a rake. I see all kinds of tools, and find a rake with long handle.

Later
I'm in some kind of control room. We have an earthquake. I put on my laptop to look for news, but screen is black and no internet, because of the quake. We put on the TV. Find some obscure channel in hopes for the news. Major stations are off-line. Then I hear them saying the quake was on San ?? fault line, where San Andreas is. But at the sametime, we see a map of England on the screen. I'm shocked, that the earthqake fas so close to me in SoCal, and that it was the dangerous San Andreas.

12-24-09

Lucid Dream(WBTB):

I was at my mom's house. The dream was involved, but I no longer remember what we were doing. But I do remember it started getting freaky. I remember passing these human skeletons. Some even had some flesh still onthe bones. One of them was from a murder that had happened not long ago. I thought it was awful that the bones of the lady were still there. (I think these were all outside the house.)

Then I was in my mom's bedroom when the house started to shake. Something about it seemed way worse than just a normal earthquake which wouldn't have bothered me. I started panicking. I started screaming for my mom.

Then I realized that it was just a dream. But I was still freaking out as the house continued to shake. The "just a dream" wasn't sinking in fully. I then realized that I had the power to wake up and not have to deal with this any loger. So for the next few moments I was trying with all my might to wake myself up, but getting really frustrated because I didn't seem able to.

Then lucidity hit me fully.

I ran to the window and flew out. The shaking slowly stopped. I flew around over buildings and I was suddenly happy again.

[There is a part here that I feel the need to skip. ]

Then eventually I must have lost lucidity. I was with Jeff and Jim in this building and we were fixing it up. Jeff was taping the drywall and Jim started painting. I noticed that Jim was painting this really neat mural. I noticed the details and started raving to him about how cool it was.

Later when we were done and leaving, Jim told me to call him at 7:30 am.

06-16-2013 -- [Most dreams have been skimpy and unmemorable recently, so I haven't been bothering with them as much. We'll see how entering them in goes, now.] I find myself at the Hickory house, where, oddly, Rosemary is trying to pressure me to move out. It's late at night, and I am in my second bedroom, trying to play some sort of computer game or something. Hints of adventure games and roller coaster tycoon, but no details. Rosemary is turning into mom, but still kind of half pressuring me to move.

Mom wants me out, but she also wants me safe, and starts lecturing me about why I am not carrying around my gun at all times. She is actually putting up a sort of chain link/barbed wire fence separating the living room from the rest of the house, so that if people break in through the sliding glass door, they can't move on to the rest of the house as easily. She's getting rather paranoid.

Meanwhile, I am looking for the gun I can seem to remember from another dream halfway recently ... one where I had something along the lines of a revolver that I seemed to be shooting at fireworks or something. (I think this was an honest dream I had somewhere in the last year or two, but have no idea if it ever got written down.) To keep it safe, I had it separated into several pieces, and I am now gathering those pieces and trying to put it back together, but the first two or three times, I get it wrong and end up with things like the sight under the barrel, rather than on top. I do manage to eventually get it put together correctly, though, and soon have the shot gun put back together, as well. I gather up my ammo and start loading both guns. Both use the same ammo, something that I think was on Carolyn's advice.

The tough guy sitting together putting other guns together and planning strategies for possible fights is either Dave D. Or Nick W., I'm not sure which. I walk out into the front yard, preparing to test fire the guns to be sure they work well and I can still remember how to shoot, but I find myself wondering what to shoot at to try and avoid getting in any trouble. I figure out a safe shot shooting a tree across the street or something, but I may have done something wrong because the bullets are moving really slowly out of the gun, and bounce off the tree, coming back at me. I catch the bullets and figure the guns may still need some more work.

I end up trying to stay in a room kind of connected to the garage for a bit, as a way to get out of mom's hair, yet still be at the house I grew up in, but it is dirty, and has bugs or critters in it, and there is a really beat up kitten with badly matted fur and lots of scabs that I decide I don't want to be around, as well as a really strange girl who seems kind of prone to violence, so I give up and head back inside.

I'm about to talk to mom, when the place starts shaking really badly, and I quickly realize there is an earthquake happening. It is a major one, and seems to go on for at least five minutes, and it is really bad. The house is breaking up around me, and starting to sink into the ground, as massive cracks start splitting the floor. I decide to head to the front door, and as things continue, into the front yard, trying to get out in the street, and away from collapsing trees, as the entire house seems to be collapsing out of sight. I look a couple of doors down, where Don D. is also out in the street. And even though we're standing here on Hickory, we're both kind of shocked at the earthquake. We would expect it in California, but here in Florida, it was unexpected. [The Hickory house and the neighbor were both in California, no matter what this dream thinks.]

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06-16-2013 -- Earlier bits that are entirely sketchy ... driving somewhere with Carl, getting the mail at the Hickory house, and then watching the washing machine in the garage (oddly a front-loader, which we never had at that location) as it starts to flood, since the door is open, yet strangely doesn't. Then I step out of the garage ....

And find myself in a European hotel somewhere that bears a striking resemblance to Sargent Preston's. Somehow, Janet is about to perform as Klondike Kate in this knock-off of the original club, and though none of the other performers are working here, the replacements have been trained up well enough that the whole thing has the proper feel.

The manager of the place is wandering around selling desserts that are actually pretty decent clones of what they had at the original Preston's, but not exact. (Preston's never actually sold the kinds of cakes I was dreaming of.) Dale tries exactly one bite, but won't eat any more because they are made with alcohol. As the show is just about to begin, I am thinking of video taping it, but decide not to.

A few seconds later, when the show has started and Janet is singing "Hey Big Spender," it sounds exactly like her singing it in real life, and the band is doing a perfect job with it, as well. I am singing along in perfect time under my breath, and dancing back and forth slightly to get the best views as I suddenly am video taping, regardless of what I decided a few seconds ago. And through all this, Janet has not noticed me there, yet, and I'm waiting for her to spot me.

Forest. Choice. Javin. Leader. Zombies.
Giant rats. Running. Enclossed in a building. Travel.
Walking. School.
I felt like I knew I was dreaming. I tried to focus to make sure I don't get lost in the dream. The faces of people kept changing. I saw some words on the shirt of a person but I didn't check if it changed. School. Arrived there. Apol. Earthquake. A crack on the room. Go back. An office. Get the USB.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

his dream seems a crossover of Kill Bill and Pulp Fiction. I'm part of some female elite assassins' gang. Apparently one of the girls did some shit and another one beats her up until she looks dead. She wants to throw her body in the river. I don't agree with any of this and I check if the other girl is still alive. She is and I convince my colleague that we should spare her life. Then out of nowhere comes our boss, who is none other than Samuel L. Jackson. He asks why we haven't finished her up and when we say we didn't think it was necessary, he decides we're getting soft and shoots at us. He kills the other two and I barely escape. Then begins a long chase with gun fights. I start confident that I will beat him, but after a while I feel that he might manage to kill me. We have a last chase at a crowded hotel with glass elevators and emergency staircases. I jump from a window, enter the hotel again and cross the kitchen in a last attempt to lose him. When I'm out of ideas, a huge earthquake shakes the whole building and I decide to run to outside. Stuff collapses behind me and he gets trapped inside. I feel relief, but then outside I encounter mayhem. The earthquake is caused by the fall of what seem to be meteorites, but instead of making large impact craters, they explode like nuclear bombs and radioactive clouds form in the sky. Everybody is running for their lives and I look for some good shelter. I find it at an old monumental church with heavy wooden doors which I lock behind me. I inform the people inside about what's happening outside and we try as much as possible to insulate doors and windows. Magically we survive in there for some time until I decide to get outside and I find that we've been protected from radiation by huge transparent domes over the city.

12.06.2012

Flying In A Futuristic City (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I think this was my second lucid, but unfortunately it's relatively hazy due to my recent neglect of my dream journal. I do remember the immense pleasure, however.

I'm on my own in an empty, colourful, futuristic city, leaping of objects and buildings and flying. I spend a while playing with this new ability, though it fails me on occasion.

12.06.2012

Shooting Down Planes (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm in a Fallout 3-type setting with a crowd of armour-clad strangers. Me and a friend, new to the team, try and shoot down an enemy plane with a pistol and a sniper respectively.

We fail to bring it down and get mocked by the other, more experienced, soldiers.

Another plane arrives, and I notice it's an AC-130. We frantically shoot at it, knowing it is likely to destroy us, but nothing works. Huge explosive shots begin to land all around us, and the leader of our troupe suggests we use the two rocket launchers.

I volunteer instantly and take it down.

12.06.2012

Earthquake (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm driving to a hospital with my dad, and I tell him about my recent lucid (see above), yet he doesn't seem to care.

After parking on the top floor of a car park, an earthquake hits the building. The building shakes erratically for an unusually long time, and everyone panics.

Once the earthquake has passed I notice a woman who has managed to keep a 5ft stack of pub glasses standing throughout, which I find very impressive!

It's been four months since I last posted. Everything's been busy lately but this morning's dream (June 9) was vivid enough that it pushed me to post now.

Usually when I have a dream, I'd write it down and hopefully remember enough details to post when the time comes. Much has changed over the last few months. Often the dream would reflect something that goes on in real life, either before or after the dream takes place.

I still have recollections of 1/3 of my dreams, but about 2/3 are just paper notes now and I have no recall of them. Yet I'll be posting as much as I can, and hopefully in a few weeks the flashbacks to past dreams will join up with current dreams again.

Before we continue, I should explain what I mean in my use of the word "facade": basically, it's a word, another memory or previous dream, or a false recollection that triggers faint memories of the actual dream as they slip away. Sometimes the memories fade within 10 seconds of waking up.

You have to be careful sometimes - often the blog will log you out while you're trying to do a journal, and even today I had to change my password, after a Russian hacking incident months ago here.

It's a real challenge to get this thing started. Let's begin at this morning's dream, when I fell asleep on my sofa around 12:30 am.


I'm in a room somewhere. There are these orange vitamin B-12 pills in my hand, and it looks like there are several dozen of them. Should I put these in my mouth, or moreover report just what happened?

A tropical weather website comes up, dicussing a low pressure system that was bound to give us a big heat wave in the early part. Not much else was going on, except for that jet stream.

I'm sitting somewhere with an old student-teacher friend of mine, who talked about her memory of living in northeastern Ontario, where there are now some wildfires. Not sure if I ever join in on this conversation.

Hearing some words being said now, remembering a few.

"So when I was up at Algoma University, the weather would really stay pretty much the same. One day, it would be 7C. The next day, 7C and the same the day after that."

"It would take 35 minutes to drive up to Timmins, and 65 minutes when there was a big snowstorm and the traffic got heavy".

Wait a minute, I thought, looking over at a map. Wouldn't that mean North Bay takes only 25 or 30 minutes? I live in the Greater Toronto Area at this time.

Funny thing is, my friend never even went to Algoma. She went to U of T.

Now, I'm remembering something about a conversation I had with the principal, or maybe I was having one. I wasn't in trouble or anything; in fact my principal thinks of me as someone who is more mature and responsible than most.

There's a lot I didn't get to say to her, though.

I wake up with this strange pain in my left leg. Had I been bitten by a spider while I took my midnight nap? It seemed like I'd been asleep for maybe one or two hours, but as I look at my radio clock, it's 3:50 a.m. Without even going to brush my teeth, I return to my room, turn off my computer, and go to sleep. I consider taking my chemical experiment into my room before it gets stolen, but leave it there and doze off anyway.

There were these "fake vegetable" pills in a jar, that had both the shape and the taste of real vegetables: carrots, peppers and broccoli, at least two of the above three. Should I eat them?

I was asked whether I wanted an ionizing treatment, producing an isotope on my body that might have been radioactive. The isotope had an atomic mass of 188.

Of course that's going to be radioactive, I thought, when I woke up much later. Yet doing a bit of research, it turns out the element is probably non-radioactive osmium-188, which is naturally more dense than lead, and maybe a few traces of radioactive iridium-188.

Sitting there, I'm looking at a screen off the wall of my classroom, where my geography teacher was giving a lesson using a weather website that I routinely used. Next, we pointed out a small earthquake that had occurred a few days before off the northwestern coast of Ireland.

"Belfast!", I exclaimed, literally shouting it out loud. Yet Belfast was in North(east)ern Ireland, and whether I knew this at the time, I'm not sure.

The alarm woke me up again. It was just after 6 a.m., but I'd forgotten to turn off the alarm the previous night. I might wake up once more during the next bit, but whether this is recorded is unclear. Still have some assignments overdue for my geography teacher. The next part becomes rather academic.

I'm swimming in a lake somewhere, and the water is very tolerable. Whether it's more like a pond or there's a castle in the distance, I do not know, but I keep thinking it's Elsinore, the Danish city on the extreme eastern big island where the Shakespearean play Hamlet is set.

Some time is needed to practice my recipe. I had made bread before, but this was something quite different.

I have to finish another assignment, I think for the same geography teacher, involving a sled or a toboggan, that would be tested on the snow. Yet the snow had all but melted, and the assignment was overdue. How was I to finish it, then?

It's morning, and I'm on a trail with some of my friends. We'd all be university-bound next year, and to my left we see this grassy knoll that has a barn-like house positioned on top. A horse-drawn carriage was nearby, and I get the feeling that I'd seen this place before, but cannot remember where. Maybe I had been there. From where the Sun was positioned, we were walking southwest. There were some people on or near the carriage in costumes, the woman wearing some kind of shroud over her head, the whole family looking agrarian and traditional.

"Mennonites", I said.

"Yes", one of my friends continued, but...

But what? We continued walking. Over to our right, we come across this forested ravine, that has a steep drop-off soil cliff face with some tree roots. One of us, I or a friend, tries to climb down, but seeing it was so steep and there were granitic rocks underneath, we give up. We continue walking.

We were on a university campus now. I didn't know they had these types of trails here; maybe we don't.

I had debated whether or not to include the names of specific towns or universities I dreamt about. After much thought, I'm deciding to mention these places by name, and will do so in most cases for journals of past dreams.

On our right, it was the University of Guelph campus. There were still some tree branches as we approached the clearning. But I knew that none of us would be going here this year in September.

Johnston Hall.

Some say it's the most well-known landmark. Yet the rock climb had been difficult, and sometime later or earlier, I'm doing an exam for one of my classes.

It's my philosophy teacher, and this time I'm struggling to do well in this second-semester class I'm taking. I had gotten 95% in the first class, but was struggling to maintain 83% in this one. Whatever it was, I knew I needed to do well on the exam.

The room was beige, the desks far apart, the lighting dim yet incandescent. It somehow reminded me of my old elementary school. What in the world was I doing here?

I wake up this time, and it's past 10 am. Time to get up; it was a weekend morning.

OK, I know I haven't posted in ages. Yet some powerful recollections have been contained in the past dreams, and many of them go back to February. When I only have figments of dreams, then maybe I'll post as many as five in one entry, which gives overall a clearer picture of whatever that may be.

The memories may be hazy, but the dreams provide a glimpse.

I was exploring some kind of post apocalypse earth. I was in the desert, with someone else. (I can't remember who) They said we were walking to the "Grand City" that was apparently mankind's last stronghold on the planet or something.
The desert was hot and dry. The sun was low in the sky, and there was not a cloud to be seen.
We walked over a sand dune and saw a huge city. Most of the buildings were damaged but they looked like they were being repaired. I could see people in the streets. The person I was with pointed to a good-size building in the middle of the city. They said that was the capital building. But the most notable feature of the city was the huge river that ran through it.
We entered the city and went to the capital building. It was essentially one huge room with glass walls and concrete supports. Roughly a fifty-foot cube on edge. The ceiling was also concrete.
We entered and the first thing we saw was construction workers putting an additional support column because they thought building was going to fall. Then we came to the leader of the city.
He was some kind of king sitting in the middle of the room. Sprawled out on his throne holding a glass of whine. The dream character I was with and this king started talking. Without warning, the building buckled. I remember seeing people panicking, and debris falling from the ceiling. I started running, back out the door onto the front lawn of the structure.
I realized it wasn't the same building anymore, it was my house. When the earthquake stopped, i saw a fire start inside the house. I went back inside. My grandparents were in there. I asked my grandparents if anything exciting had happened. My grandparents just sort of rambled on pointlessly. Disapprovingly, I got the fire extinguisher and put out the fire.

I was making my way along some railroad tracks, no longer in a desert. I was with that other dream character again, but I cannot remember seeing them or anything, just that sort of feeling that a friend was with me. Until eventually I came to a vaguely familiar home made of pink stucco and orange ceramic tiles on it's roof.
The home seemed to be in a tropical setting, on a hill, surrounded by a couple of palm trees. There was a huge mountain behind it.
I went inside and someone was in there, I cannot remember but they seemed to be good friends with me and the other dream character. Got out my computer and tried to go on minecraft, but the computer had a fatal error.
I remembered the other DC telling me earlier that there had been some kind of Electromagnetic pulse. And apparently it had caused all of the computers on the planet to malfunction.
I can remember the inside of the house being dark. The person who lived there gave us cookies. Then she told me that If I wanted to leave, there was a creature I could mount in the pen outside her house.
I went out to the side of the house. There was a pen that matched the house, a high wall made of pink stucco. The top of the wall was also covered in orange ceramic shingles. There was a large animal that you could ride. I could best describe it as a llama or perhaps a really ugly horse.
There were a couple of stairs made of wood that you could climb to more easily mount it. I got on and started to ride around. The animal was very easy to control, even with no practice.
I started to leave, without the other mysterious DC and while I was walking, I took out a camera, and started making a video cast for the internet. I told people that there was an apocalypse and I was currently riding a llama.

This dream appeared to be a compilation of random memories. Yet, it seemed to fit together well.

At a hotel, the scene appeared rather sepia. I was standing atop something, dropping aerodynamic paper helicopters as part of some experiement.

Later, I was applying bug spray to myself, at a cave park that I previously visited in Eastern Ontario. The spray then became lotion, and it smelled of DEET, mixed with mint, which someone noticed. Perhaps the smell was another facade.

Soon, the scene merged somehow smoothly so that I was at my computer screen, which had an odd colour, resembling jelly in another facade. I soon wake up to the sound of my 8:15 alarm.

I get up, and turn off the alarm, heading back to sleep on this early morning day. A notable lack of woman, my dream had.

After some dream, I wake up - this would have been a WILD if not for the dream in between. At my cupboard of computer stuff in my computer bedroom, the digital clock was on the left side, when it was usually on the right. My computer was on the right side rather than the left, and for some reason it had a computer tower at the corner instead of being a rull laptop. I press the button, and turn off the computer. The tables start shaking, but it doesn't seem to be an earthquake.

Suddenly, the digital clock slides off the cupboard, although there seem to be no papers nearby, and falls onto the table below - SPLAT. I then ask my dad what that shaking might be.

Waking up for real again, I notice the shaking comes from a washing machine downstairs. So then, I fall asleep.

Somehow, I am still at my computer, browsing Facebook. A close friend of mine uploaded a song onto my Wall, which had not yet become a Timeline, as requested by January 31. A blurry, beige, bluish sepia scene was the thumbnail music video.

This was apparently a heavy metal rock song, created by my friends' basement band a few days ago. Its title was "i'm not gay". The subtitle: Few talk about the title. Another friend who I recently added and was a guitarist, liked the video.

Surely there would be comments on a video of this sort on a site like youtube, but there were none confronting the title, only one congratulating the uploader. The green like bar reached 1 like on the video itself.

Another friend had posted a status, initials RM, in the ticker tape on the right-top of the screen. His profile picture was someone drumming, but it was actually a close-up of the socks on top of the bass kickpedal, which was weird. Even weirder, the status said: It always rains when I'm looking at the screen.

Even weirder still, I woke up. Looking outside, the roof was white, and it was snowing, not raining, which was a pleasant thing to see.

Logic does not begin or end with fag - logic begins at hello.

I must not be sleeping well in my hotel in Phoenix.

Dream 1:

I was in my hotel room when I feel a lot of shaking. The floor to my room starts to slowly fall down a few feet. I was able to get out of the room, but after I do I watch as the whole room falls several stories to the ground with all my stuff in it.

Dream 2:

I was supposedly sleeping when I felt this horrible feeling. I try to yell and scream, but as is normal for me in dreams, just the sounds of strong breaths come out of my mouth. Later I wake up within the dream and see that I had my camera on and facing the bed all night and notice that I captured video of myself sleeping. I watch the video and see myself trying to sit up and scream in my sleep. It is very freaky and I wonder if I had been possessed.

Dream 1:
I was in my room at night. I was trying to turn on my alarm (I use the alarm clock Mondays-Fridays to make sure I walk up at 11am) but something was wrong with it. I accidently turned it on. My sister comes into the room. end of dream 1

Dream 2:

I was in a throne room in a building in what seemed to be Roman Empire times. I was an emperor. There were 2 women and one child (a girl) who were telling me I somehow did something wrong. Then the scene switched to the hallway of the *building* and I saw horse statues. but each of them were "different"..they were missing parts..(I.e. one statue was missing a leg of a horse, another one was missing the arm of the rider) and when I the scene switched back to the first scene..the building was crumbling..down like an Major Earthquake was happening.

Dream 3:

I was an Chinese student and I was with a school group and we were in a museum and we were around a electronic campfire.Everyone expect myself were singing the song. A werid-looking man came out of nowhere...and asked us to do something. We just started to do it when I woke up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in my neighborhood on a cool, sunny day. I saw a blossoming tree, probably a young cherry tree, on the block caddy-corner from me. I saw it as if I were up the street frfom my corner (kind of to the north), while the tree was off from its corner as well (to the east).

Somehow I knew the world was going to end. I started either seeing or sensing check-mark boxes, like check-fields on a computer screen. As certain "symptoms" of doomsday were being listed, the check-mark boxes would turn green, as if to say this had already happened. Everything stated was being checked.

Dream #2

There was a man, possibly wearing a white suit, standing in a dark room. He was lit by a shaft of light which had little, stick-like patterns of black scattered throughout it. On either side of the man another light scheme played. This one was mostly black, with little, stick-like patterns of white scattered through it. The white lines may have been straighter and more ordered than the black lines. They may also have been totally vertical. These lights may also have flickered or strobed on and off, possibly to music, and possibly as the man danced.

Dream #3

I was in some really big hotel "in Brooklyn." The hotel almost seemed to be in ruins, just a shell of an old, magnificent hotel. But there were a lot of people in there, and it seemed like they were guests. But the windows and doors all seemed to be hollowed out, the floor was just concrete, and the walls were just some kind of golden brick.

I heard or felt an earthquake (or just heard that there was an earthquake?). I went outside to see if I could feel it.

I stood out on some huge bridge, which may have been the Brooklyn Bridge. The bridge was made of tan-gold bricks. A deep, blue sky arched over it. The bridge began to heave up and down in sine-wave movements.

I now stood out on what may have been a deck for the big hotel. It was just a big, concrete area looking out over a big river (the East River?) and shaded by the height of the building. There were a bunch of people outside with me. We were all relaxed. It was like we were having a party.

Suddenly there was a feeling of dizziness and swaying. People started saying, "Whoa... whoa..." as if they were trying to get their balance. I looked down. The concrete now looked like the walkway for the Manhattan Bridge. But it was swaying and bulging. I knew this was an earthquake, but I didn't want to believe it was. It seemed like an earthquake would be really inconvenient at this moment.

It was now like I stood on a floor high up in the building. I was with a few other people. The building began swaying. It swayed so much I thought it was going to fall right over. It seemed really flexible, really elastic. It swayed down at one point so I saw some scene of concrete and rusty metal as if from a bird's eye view.

The room I was in then seemed to be "shaken loose" from the building. The room, possibly a whole floor, was drifting down to some area that also looked like ruined tangles of iron and conrete. But I kept thinking there was a chance that the room would manage to float all the way over the the Manhattan Bridge. I really wanted to be on a bridge while the earthquake was happening.

Dream #4

I was in a living room with two women. The feeling of the living room was very strange. It was almost like it was inside a house in the suburbs, but that the house was somehow on stilts or up a very high staircase.

The living room seemed pretty big. It was kind of dim, as if only one pale light was on in the room. The walls may have had some kind of pale sea-green color. The two women sat at a table. The table was covered with plush toys like stuffed animals. The two women sat next to each other on a long side of the table, which was just wide enough for them both. I knelt before the table, kind of low, so that I was barely poking my head above the table top.

I had gotten a gift for the woman on my right. This woman had a very boyish look and short hair. But she was still very pretty. I don't know what the gift was. Maybe it had been another plush toy.

The other girl laughed that I had gotten a gift for the first girl. Without her saying anything, I could tell why the second girl was laughing. Both the girls were lesbians, though they weren't lovers with each other.

The second girl, who was maybe in her late teens or early twenties, prettyish, with pale skin and long, brown hair, didn't think I knew the two girls were lesbians. She loved seeing boys express their love either for her or the first girl, and then somehow making it known that they were both gay, and making the boy feel stupid.

I was kind of annoyed by the second girl's intentions, even though I knew them ahead of time. I hadn't gotten the first girl a gift because I loved her. We had apparently worked together, and she had been a really good co-worker. So I wanted to give her a gift to show her my appreciation.

The first girl stood up and walked away. Some other things may have happened. We may all have been milling around the house for a bit. There were now a few other people in the house.

I had walked to the other end of the living room. I now turned around and walked back. There were two or three folding tables arranged in an "L" shape and cluttered over with stuff like quilts. A black or Latina woman, maybe in her late thirties, sat behind the table making the base of the "L."

I approached the woman to ask her if there was anything I could do for her. The woman was talking as if she were just finishing up talking to a group of students, for whom she was trying to coordinate some activity. But there didn't seem to be any students around.

The woman may then have spent some time explaining to me how serious she was about her work. The woman had a slightly brash, no-nonsense voice. But I could tell she really cared about people, including me -- for some reason!

The woman told me, "Yeah, go up in there and clean up the mess on the floor. But if you don't want to, you don't have to."

So I went "up there," which was a room at the other end of the living room, through a set of swinging doors. A little, black boy followed me into the room. It was a long, kind of narrow room. It may have looked a little like a dining room, with a few long dining tables in it. But it also had a lot of bookshelves along the walls (as well as really nice, big, tall windows shaded by sheer, white curtains). And there seemed to be toys on the floor.

At first I thought the job of cleaning up the floors was going to be easy -- too easy. I'd wanted a job that would make me feel like I'd really "helped the kids" (???), but this job would be over in just a few moments. The little, black boy had skip-run to the end of the rfoom and was now skip-dancing around.

I looked at the floor more closely. There was actually a lot of stuff like dough on the floor. Some of it may actually have been smashed into the maroon-colored carpet. I was relieved. This looked like a decent job. But I was uncertain whether I could actually get such sticky stuff as dough all the way out of this carpet.

The organizer woman then told me (as if I stood in front of her again) that I didn't need to clean the floor if it was going to be too big a job. She actually told me that I simply should not clean up the floor if the job looked like it was going to require a lot of effort, as this would simply be overkill.

I may have half-heartedly told the woman, "But I want to clean the floor." I wanted to do something useful.

Dream #5

I was in a living room. I stood before a couch. My friend EI, who tends bar at places where I do karaoke, sat on the left (my left) side of the couch. A man who I didn't quite see sat on the right side. The couch, as well as the living room, seemed to be cluttered with stuff like blankets and plush toys.

It felt like there was a party going on here, although I couldn't see anybody else in the room. The room also seemed quiet. The light in the room was pale, as if lit by a strong, cold incandescdent (or LED?) bulb.

The man may have been of medium height, pale white, with a slight beard and messy, short, brown hair. He may have been wearing a really baggy, dark sweater and dark pants. He may possibly have given the impression that he didn't want to talk to me.

EI and I started talking. We were soon quite aroused by each other. I told EI that I really shouldn't do anything. My friend H was in the next room, studying. H and I were pretty much together. So if H saw EI and I making out, she'd be really upset.

But even as I was saying this, I was starting to embrace EI. EI was wearing something like a dancer's outfit. It was hot pink, spandex-like material, in two pieces. The top was like a very short cut shirt, almost like a bra with short sleeves. The skirt was also very short, like an ice skater's skirt and bottom.

I embraced EI and began kissing her belly, then kissing up her chest and neck. All this time I was telling her that we really shouldn't do this. EI looked really happy with what I was doing to her.

EI was so tiny (she's pretty tiny IWL, but she was even tinier!). I wrapped my arms around her waist. Her short skirt was turning me on so much. I moved my head down so I could put my face on her crotch.

But for some reason, EI was now straddling me on the couch. Suddenly, H opened a door to the right (my right) of the couch. She poked her head out and called my name, a little matter-of-factly. I tried to say that I was telling EI we shouldn't do this.

I walked into the bedroom from which H had popped out her head. I was now laying on the bed with H. H was reading from some sort of textbook. She wore a pale brown t-shirt. The bed was just a mattress on the floor. The mattress and everything else in the room seemed really cluttered.

I had explained to H that I hadn't meant to get that involved with EI. H seemed to be okay with everything I was saying. I started kissing H softly. But she kind of pushed me off, saying she needed to study.

I walked out of H's room through a door on the wall to the left of the wall with the door through which I had entered.

I was now in a long, dim, narrow room. The room was lit with warm, dim, red and yellow light -- almost like a dim, incandescent light offset by red holiday lights. I sat in some strange, narrow space with two women. The space was like a wooden bench, a barrier made of thin, twisty, black-iron bars, and some long, thin, wooden chest of drawers. But I'm not sure how it was all arranged.

The space seemed to be set at the edge of a living room, to face a ledge down to a little, red-stone-tiled entrance area for the house. Behind us, the living room may have had one dim area with a dining table, behind which was a more normally-lit area, which was larger and possibly more like a living room.

One of the women was very boyish-looking. She was blonde, with shaggy hair. She wore a baggy, green, flannel shirt and blue jeans. She looked a little like the blonde son on the TV show Home Improvement. But her face had a sharper, more delicate look, and her faced, though tan, had an almost Spenserian combination of ivory skin and rosy cheeks. That alone made her strikingly attractive to me.

The other woman was a pretty, young woman, possibly with pale skin and black hair. The first woman and I had found the second woman on the road somewhere. We brought her here to this place.

The second woman started telling us the story of her life, and how she'd ended up on the street. The story was really sad. But the woman was so adorable that, even as she recounted her tribulations, she was really turning me on. She was also arousing the first woman.

The first woman and I walked away from the second woman. We were now in another room, which was a double room. The first part of the room was lit with soft, incandescent light and had a big chest of drawers at its center. The second part of the room had no light of its own. It had a round dining table.

The first woman and I first stood by the big chest of drawers. I thought the woman was going to tell me how she was so attracted to the second woman. I figured I'd have to leave this place while the first woman seduced the second woman.

But the woman instead told me that she'd been really impressed by the concern that I'd shown the second woman. She'd also thought it was cute that I'd been turned on by the second woman.

The first woman and I were now sitting at the table. The woman said, "So I've decided. I'm just going to do it. Right now. Three, two, one."

The woman suddenly kissed me. She kissed me quickly, backed her head away, then kissed me again. She backed away and seemed about to kiss me again. But I stopped her. I said I couldn't do this.

H popped her head out from another door and called for me. I didn't go to H this time. But her entrance into the scene did get me to stop kissing the woman.

Later I was in the first part of the room. There were a few other people there, like for a party. The chest of drawers had been set up as a buffet, with a lot of different dishes of food.

I walked over to the back side of the buffet to get some food. As I did, the first and second woman were walking away. Their backs were turned to me, and they hadn't seen me.

I noticed that both the women had extremely huge rear ends. I knew time had passed since I had last seen them. I figured they must both have gotten really overweight in the time that had passed. I thought I had been pretty lucky not to have gotten involved with them.

But I wondered if they hadn't been so terribly overweight when I'd first met them. I thought maybe they had been deceptively thin on their upper bodies, so that I'd just assumed they were thin overall. I also thought that maybe they'd disguised their being overweight with baggy clothes.

(I try not to think so shallowly in waking life. I also try not to judge anybody based on their appearance.)

Dream - Lucid

I was walking through what looked like a building at my college. The walls were all cracking. It was the year 2012, and this was supposed to be the end of the world. It was a lot like the movie 2012; the world was supposed to go out in a series of crazy natural disasters.

I walked into another room, and a girl was standing right in front of a huge bulge in the wall. The bulge was a lava rock trying to break free, and it was creating tons of cracks. Eventually, I could see the actual lava rock. I was a little concerned about the girl, but I figured she knew what she was getting into. It was the end of the world, after all. I walked back into the other room, and there was a pile of 3 large lava rocks by the door. I commented on this to someone. I could feel the heat they were emitting as I walked by.

Then, I was in my house, and the same thing was happening. My family and I were trying to get out of there before the house sunk into the ground in the major earthquake that was about to happen. I was in the living room, which was lit only by the sunlight coming through the blinds. I then walked into the kitchen. I looked to my left, and the wall by the kitchen table was bulging and cracked like the one I saw in the building at my college. I was trying to rush my family out of the house, because I knew what would happen next: There would be a giant earthquake that would destroy not only the house, but the neighborhood, the town, everything.

I was trying to get my mom out of there to get in the car, which was parked in the driveway. She went out, but my brother didn't want to leave. I had to convince him to get in the car. He knew what was going to happen, but he wanted to stay anyway. I finally convinced him to get in the car.

As soon as I was going to try to get in the car to leave, I remembered that I had forgotten my sunglasses. I ran back inside, telling everyone I'd only be a second. I didn't even know if I had time to do that, the house could be toast any minute now. I knew I needed to hurry. I ran into the kitchen and saw the bulge in the wall getting bigger. I looked on the floor and saw some of my shoes scattered everywhere. I contemplated that for a second, thought about maybe taking them, then decided not to and kept on moving. I went into the living room, spotted my sunglasses on the coffee table, and grabbed them. I also grabbed my purse and possibly a few other things before I ran out the door again and into the car.

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Something about Ryan. I remember seeing him sitting on a couch.