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This is my strangest dream in a long time, and it seems my recall is slowly improving again, thankfully. A lot of details are missing, but this is everything I can remember:

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26/3/12

I'm in the war-ravaged future, in a futuristic-looking white room with a grand high ceiling and intricate pillars. I'm with others, though I don't recognise any of them initially. Someone enters the room, claiming to be a huge fan of one of my friends [who I'm sure at this point is Morpheus from The Matrix] wearing a spherical forcefield. Instinctively believing him to be lying, I shoot large balls of energy from my gun towards him, though they all get deflected. I dodge most of them, but some hit me. Luckily, one bounces around the room at the right angle to cause it slip through a gap in his forcefield.

Impostor dead, his master arrives with his own gun [though I can't remember him in detail, I do remember him being at least 3-times my size]. My group engages in a fight with this new enemy all around the room, while we also add puzzle pieces to large pictures on the walls.

After a long fight, yet another, more powerful foe arrives, along with several small monsters. I pick up a chainsaw and make small work of them all, cutting through them in seconds. As peace falls on the room for my group, we take the opportunity to add the final puzzle pieces to the final picture.

Fire & Ice

There were a couple purposeful fires in my backyard. I do burn at home.

Instead of logs, there was a structure of wood beams approximately 12" x 12" x 12' long. There were two beams standing up and one resting on top. The flame was intense and rolling.

I told someone to watch the other fire while I watched the big one. The fire was too big, but there was nothing else to catch fire, so it was OK, but I needed to be able to douse it with water if it got out of control.

I looked away. When I looked back, there was ice in the middle of the top beam.

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Fighting my Brother

My brother and I do not speak iwl.

I threw a pine cone at my brother. He threw it back at me, but I caught it, or it hit my jacket and fell into my hands. I threw it back at my brother worried that this time I would miss. I threw it and hit him again.

~

I was fighting my brother again. I was ready to beat his ass. I knew by a false memory that he had already won the last fight we had, but I was ready to go again.

I was wearing a leather jacket. It was zipped up. I took it off as I would take off a t-shirt, and I was ready to go. I threw a few punches and the dream was over.

Hmmm... where did these ones start x.x....

I don't think i can do any kind of order so...

One dream I was watching a sea-flying bird, it seemed to be looking for some fish to eat in these large crevices where the ocean met the cliffs. As me, and a group of people nearby watched, the bird seemed to have messed up, because it seemed to have gotten stuck when a wave banged up against the side wall, it floundered under the water. After a few moments, it got out of the water, flew up the side and stood on top of the rock seemingly gathering itself.

There was a battle on top of one of the high-rises, with guns n such. There seemed to be 3 buildings, of which they came from 2, I pretty much guared the top of mine..... was pretty much a slaughter of them. I remember at the end I was standing at the top I heard a voice of the maynd from the show i'd been watching, apparently she was taking some creatures and moving them somehwere they were allowed to be.

I recall running through rooms as a large.... oversized boar shaped creature.... that had head shapped like an aligator in terms of long jawed, snapping at me and a few people ahead of me as we ran from it. I recalled having gone through it..... so I stopped and decided to see what it would look like if it ate me..... it was very "dead space" ish if you know what I mean. I remember thinking how funny it was that it couldn't eat my ass fast enough.

I'm pretty sure I recall the parking structure again.... I'm starting to wonder if i should just use my locations as entry-ways... the structure has tons of cars..... yay i just remembered another bit of my dream

I recall stealing one of what seemed to be a pair of mean cars.... and randomly its owner caught up to me. I remember he asked me about it so I was like "let me show you how its not yours" i went to to the other side of the vehicle, and grabbed a spray can i had down there, and turn around to blast him in the eyes with it XD.... to which I remember talking to another dc about how.... i'd trapped him inside of the can as opposed to just spraying him with it lol.

Entry time.

‘Cause I promised I would and everything seems to be telling me to get back into the whole dreaming thing.

Not a five star entry, so no recording for this one. >.>

17.3.2012

Fun House (Non-Lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Both of us peek inside the wooden crate sitting on my deck. Inside sits an assortment of bottle, each a different blend of some sort of coffee mixture intended for consumption before the special event I’d set up for the two of us later that night. MTM grabs the most potent bottle of the lot and downs it before I can protest. I sip something much more mild, but the effects of the drink are immediately apparent.

I frown, knowing that MTM has probably already been compromised, but preparations continue, as the two of us glide down to a field behind my house. Words were exchanged with the man in charge of tonight’s festivities, a suave twenty-something with short, blond hair and a red jacket over a black undershirt. After a few winks and candidly coded responses between him and MTM, I confirm my suspicions: she works for them now.

Looks like I’ll be doing things alone.

The day passes, night falls, and the real fun begins. After a mostly uneventful day filled with brief bits of uninspired HvZ and other campus shenanigans, I find myself riding a motor-powered skateboard, racing to the big event. Not satisfied with the speed, I kick things up a notch and transform the motor-power into rocket-power and the wheels into anti-gravity pads.

Tearing through the streets, blanketed in the glow of yellow-orange street lamps and rushing neon lights, I make my way to the first check-point and blaze past the rag-tag line of people assembled in front of the entryway, up the concrete stairs, and over the dingy, dark-red carpet. Finally, in the first chamber, I dismount in a flash of sparks and approach the table where the first challenge awaits.

Several guys in dark blazers stand there, hunched over the table in the center of this poorly lit room, watching me approach. Only one person sits, flourishing a deck of cards, grinning as a I approach. Without hesitation, he deals out the cards in front of him, forming rows and columns as the Chinese symbols on the face of the cards, begin to glow a shimmering blue and purple gradient and rise from the cards in a ghastly fashion.

The first to rip itself from the card floats towards me and attaches to my forehead, causing the world around me to shift and distort. I know the game immediately. If I didn’t do something about these symbols, they’d attach to me and mutate my perception, driving me to insanity. Grabbing the board I’d rode in on, I manage to get the exhaust to create a shower of sparks. Quickly, I douse the symbols with those fiery sparks, extinguishing their power and clearing the game.

As I walk toward the stairs, leading up to the next chamber, I notice two other tables and games set-up in front of the stairs. The world sways around me, and I realize: these are just illusions created by the symbol; I can move on.

Ascending the stairs, I’m met with another challenge. This time in a more home-like setting, a woman, who looks like a grade-school teacher smiles briefly at me before finishing up the colorful board she’d been working on. It’s one of those peg boards frequently used in classrooms, decorated with a bright, wavy yellow border and big blue letters on a cerulean background. The letters spell the command: “Ask Margie about H2O.”

In the corner of the room, to my left, rises a giant girl. She can’t be older than eight years old, but she towered over me, bloated and disproportional, with an expressionless look upon her drooling face. One look is all I need to determine the only winning move is not to play. I continue upwards as a fellow challenger comes up the stairs from the first chamber. I hear her ask ‘Margie’ about water. Then come the screams...then silence...

Upstairs now, I make my way to the porch, where I meet the man in charge for the second time today and MTM standing beside him. He expresses surprise that I arrived so early. Not in the mood for bantering, I let him know that he needs to fix whatever was wrong with MTM or he’d regret it. Smugly, he reassures me that I simply need to complete one more task, but I sense betrayal and deceit in his words. Delving deeper, I discover his identity as a vampire and the entirety of his plan. Oblivious to the fact that I know everything, he takes me and MTM into a room with another giant, disproportionate child, this time a toddler.

The door locks behind us and the man stands behind the monstrosity. My final task is simple, he tells me: “Defeat this child.”

Scornfully, I remark, “Don’t insult me. The two of you are so far beneath me I could blow you both away with a single blast.”

“Then do it,” he laughs harshly.

But I’ve already charged up a blast, or at least, tried to. When I release the stream of energy, forming a Kamehameha pose, the blast is imperceptible and simply passes through the head and body of the giant infant. Improvising, I modify the stream’s frequency as it passes through the thing’s brain, mutating it further, restoring its free will and rational thought.

When I’m finished, the giant baby and I have a short, intelligent, discourse, much to the dismay of the suave twenty-something. We bargain out a deal, wherein I let the giant live and he grants me the win. He even offers, very casually, to kill the guy standing behind him, but I insist that honor falls to me...

03.16.2012

Northgate Fight, Blackout at Parking Garage? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1: Northgate Fight

Some guy in a jacket I believe is facing some random DC that I can't remember. He grabs the person and literally throws them down on the ground.

He starts moving around a bit, waiting for the person to get back up again, and he is watching the person like a hawk. Then I see a flashing image of Elder Toguro, where he's going to extend his fingers and has a cutlass just like in the DJ entry a few days before where I posted a picture of him.

Then the same person that throws the person on the ground, for some reason, I'm suddenly on the ground, and I have my arms up to try and defend myself because I think he might attack us next.

He isn't even paying attention to us, but he turns to us, and I think he tries to attack us, but he was just faking it just to make us flinch.

Dream 2: Blackout at Parking Garage?

I am walking with someone, it feels like I'm walking with Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho, but I'm not too sure on that, I remember him walking somewhere, I saw him in a perspective where you see his bottom region up close while he walks slowly towards my view.

I only remember something causing a blackout, and a few lights going on and off of what seems to be me inside a parking garage.

This dream probably is related to the first one because Traditions at Northgate in College Station has a parking garage for people who rent rooms there.

Oh, and apparently, Kaomea had some guys help me when I barely remembered much about being in the parking garage, so I might as well add a tag for Kaomea.

Here's her entry: http://www.dreamviews.org/blogs/kaom...tsunami-30878/

Okay, so I had many dreams this night. Glad I didn't forget 'em...
Two where fighting for my life, and two fragments of other stuff..



1: The dark wolf
I was in a desert, with a dog, a labrador retriever I think. There was some grass there, and a tower. I went up in that tower. And I think this is where fragment One belongs, but I'm not sure. I might aswell had started outside the tower and the desert, and then went in.
Cause remembering now, I went downwards.
There were kinds of birds there, that wanted to attack me. I think they were supposedly Zelda inspired, though I hadn't played it in a long time. They couldn't reach me as I went downward, as my dream-logic said that since they were birds they could not fly down.
When I got to the bottom of the tower, I stepped out in a patch of grass. The dream kinda led me forwards.
(memory;There had been somekind of time-lapse effect in the tower, so I had been in that exact time and place, and I knew that we had been attacked.)
We= a labrador, me, and possibly a werewolf (if that also weren't me)
A black wolf was attacking us. The lab and something important. But all in all I think it was after me.
The labrador came to my rescue as I struggled with the monstrous dark wolf. It had point fur, yellow, shiny round eyes, and long, white claws. The labrador came into the scene in a glorious, hero scene. It jumped on the back part of the wolf and bit. It left red, sore marks in a circle on the wolf's waistline. The wolf quickly shook the loyal dog of.
And then it came back on me. I remember seeing a brown male were-wolf with ripped pants and a four or six pack on it's stomach. It was human like, with hockey-hair in a darker more complete shade of brown.
I don't know if the were-wolf was me, some part of me say yes, some part says prob. not. I saw the wolf in a third person view, so maybe I had already lost the fight.
I am very certain, at least, that in some point in the fight, the wolf won.

2: The hall
I was in the hall. Maybe this was on the top of the tower. Maybe the tower was like a collection of dreams I was scheduled to enter this night
The hall was kind off set up like a mirror hall, just with no mirrors. The walls had golden list-work on the top and bottom. The floor were tiled, I think, but not white. The walls were beautiful, I think, the light and the setting
But that's not important.
My parents were kinda outside of the scene, but they were there, back a fence, as miniature figures in my vision.
A shadow figure is fighting me. I never get to see his face, once I see a glimpse of his hair, as if his shadow slipped for a moment. It is dark oak brown.
I am spawned behind a fence in the hall once, so that the fence was between me and him. I tried to get back to enter the intense fight again. For some reason I really felt like I HAD to fight him, that I must. I couldn't get past the little fence, as in a video game. Midna (from Zelda; Twilight Princess) appeared by my shoulder and teleported me back to him. Midna was like half the size of myself, and a little rounder.
And the fight went on.
In dreams, I usually go on unfrightened. But this one really scared me. Especially when the knifes was brought up, from a wase on a little table or something. He threw them at me, but I managed to duck, and I threw them at him. I think I might got hit by something once or twice during the dream, but didn't really recognize. At all times I was afraid that he would hit me, instead of me hitting him. I was afraid it would hurt, afraid he would win.
I shouted for help, and my mom and dad came after being confused for a bit. They seemed very distant, and un-understanding. They took some spoons and carried them outside of the scene again.
I ran and reached for some sharp knifes on the floor, and picked them up. Shadowman was after me, but I got up and spun a 180 before he could touch me. His final brick was laid when I threw them in his shoulder. They hung on in his flesh. I think there might have been four or five, even seven, sharp steel knifes in his left shoulder. . He didn't bleed. He didn't moan in agony, or scream as if in intense pain. He stood there, and lifted his right arm to reach them and drag them out. This was about the time I won, he died.

Short Dream 1: Party
My brother was going to a party in a trunk.
I didn't know why.
Also, outside my bedroom window, I could see a corner of a pool. Thats where the party was held.
I was held outside, as in, I weren't allowed to join.

Short Dream 2:Chocolate and Actor ranking.
Me and a friend (N.) was going down to a cafeteria at my school. N. was going to buy something, and I was going to buy another friend of mine (A.) chocolate. Me and N. went down. They sold converse shoes there, and I was determent to try some on.
We tried blue ones (the ones everyone have..) and it turned out I had bigger feet than him. I felt like I was really, chunky footed, .. And then we bought the food ad went outside the store.
After a while I discovered I was still wearing the blue converse. I was starting to panic. Didn't I buy them? I had no memory of buying those, almost not even being in the store. I checked my pocked to see if my 100dollar bill was still there, or if I'd used them on buying the shoes. They were still there. I checked if I was carrying a check-out note or something, but I couldn't find something. I was too embarassed to go back to the store (yep, u heard me) so I went home, confessing to family.
... At another scene with my friends we were walking down a road outside. A. said said that the teachers were ranking the actors for our school-play from 1-3. (as in 1 best, 3 worst)
"And what am I?" I asked, feeling like pushing it.
There was a short, but noticeable awkward hesitation among the gang.
"You, you're 4." said G.
ah.

The infected plains:
A really creepy dream about a big piece of land with all kinds of different grounds, at the start of the dream I was seeing a map of the place with different colors for different types of ground (including things like: stone, sand, grass, shallow water, deep water), they were also labelled with numbers from 1-99. I think the 99 meant no human can normally pass through, which I think was assigned to deep water as normally passing through was defined by walking on it.
I was walking around together with someone else, and there were somehow infected humans who had a horribly distorted voice and language, who obviously were dangerous, the higher level infected ones however were able to imitate normal behavior to be able to more easily infect others. A part of me was unaware in the dream immersed, yet I had another part watching and knowing about their infection and the danger. In the end the combination of both sides compelled me to touch an infected cat which then made strange noises and gave me a scratch on the leg which woke me up.

Spear gun trip:
I was laying out some type of magical traps in this slightly western like looking city (the street however was very sloping and really narrow) and some people started shooting at us (whoever was there with me didn't follow me though), I picked up a bit of ammunition and got my spear gun (Bioshock 2) with some rocket spears ready.
But as I went around the corner the dudes were gone and I found myself in a slightly dark underground complex, there was a sniper (TF2) whom I missed with my first shot, he decided to taunt me and got himself a rocket spear in the face, then 2 scouts came for me from the level below and I immediately hit one of them with a rocket spear, the other one using the stairs to come after me. After a undetailed fight I was searching through my weapons, confused not to find the weapons in the order I'm used to. On slot 2 I found some types of wine of which I used so called Sourwine to attack him and inflict acid damage.

Strange mission:
I was having a mission together with a companion (a girl slightly younger than me if I recall correctly), through some gestures I send her to get something (a small thing, maybe a key) while I myself was going in the opposite direction. From the green hills I was walking on a short moment ago I come into this dark place where a lot of magicians gather some strange points, they were my enemies and I tried to take them out one by one without getting the attention of the whole bunch.

Halloween in my garden:
Strange but interesting dream where I was in the garden of my secondary home and suddenly some sort of halloween event started and ghosts were appearing all over the place. There was a thin layer of fog on the ground, I saw something reaper-like looking floating through the street.
Back in my garden there was this girl which seemed much like Trance (Andromeda) but with snow white skin and red symbols all over her body, she alse didn't wear anything apart from a bikini which was red and pretty much merged with the other red symbols. There were some other things in my garden I didn't pay attention to as well.

Classmates fighting together:
Me and some (actually unknown) classmates having an intense fight in the city around springtime, it was night.
We were fighting some huge entity and I remember going pretty fast some times, even flying between a few skyscrapers, this entity tried to kill a girl which it managed at some point. It continued to try and grab her soul however without success. I comment about the fact that an entity like him will never be able to touch anyones soul. And then the next time after the battle we were conscious it was already fall, we were in our school (in the entrance section, there were a lot of plants) and it was like we all simultanously remembered something we forgot for several months, and like the past months never happened in the first place

Dreadnought fight:
I had an space fight in the style of X3: Terran Conflict (though I was flying an ship like the Andromeda) and I was neurally linked up to the ship, hence no need for any control equipment. I was fighting this absolutely totally ridiculously huge dreadnought, with 5 huge torpedo launchers on each site, so far apart on the ship I could slip in between 2 of the fired torpedos, which I had to do 2 times in order to get close enough to the enemy. I got into a dead angle of this dreadnought, behind the wing with the torpedos and sended in a few of my torpedos (Hornet type, gave of a mighty thunder on impact, I also had Spyders [whatever they are] and some other type which I didn't bother looking at) and a short moment after that I got that dreadnought to retreat for now. On the sector map I saw other friendly ships (and strangely stations as well) jumping into the sector.
That was quite epic.

I was experiencing someone 1st person, he was in his room and there was something super valuable taped to his ceiling, something like a personal treasure. A lot of people tried getting it and he fought with everything he had to keep them away (so far heavily injuring some [especially a long knife deep into the bum cheek of one dude with a really fat ass who was using a ladder], but not killing anyone) and after some time he managed to get them all going away (one way or another).
Just 2 normal looking dudes stayed there whining about how he could be so cruel and bringing some illogical arguments as well as saying that one dude nearly died (which they saw through an shortly appearing symbol) and after some time he couldn't take it anymore so he grabbed a wrench (a big red one) and beat them up, and each lethal strike went through them instead of hitting and they vanished in a fume of sparks which formed a doublecross.
Then (now as spectator) I would see some red female ghost holding the 2 corrupted souls in her hand (on her fingertips, they looked a little like plant seeds, just kinda rotten), with obvious grief on her face, but suddenly they turned clean and natural again and she looked surprised and happy and then there was some special musicbox music in the background, which seemed emotional enough to me in the dream to make me cry a little.
And then after the dream ended I got see closing credits which lasted as hypnopompia even for a second after I was awake again and could feel my body.

So I try the sleep timer again this morning and I feel myself going into a dream. I'm lying on my bed and suddenly I hear someone charging up the stairs, I shit myself but think "nope, it's just my dream, calm down" I'm now standing up on my bed, something invisible is trying to scratch my face and hurt me but I feel nothing and it seems to go straight through me, I try and hit it but the same happens for me. I now reach up and smash my fist against the ceiling and see a black mark, the thing does the same and leaves the same black mark, I now wake up.

2012-02-28
We arrive in Tibet (which I know next to nothing about, and the stuff my mind came up with ranges from wildly inaccurate to patently absurd). It is still like the world was in the time of Jesus. Everyone is very poor. I talk to one of the monks in the orange robes. I want to ask him about lucid dreaming, but there are other things to talk about first, and I let him steer the conversation. He talks about how their language, French, used to be the most widely used language, and now they are side-lined as English has taken its palce. I tell him I know I am simply lucky that my language is the widely used one. He tells me I have many years to learn other languages. I tell him about how I am trying to learn German.

There are all these quarters on the ground. I pick one up, but I get the feeling that I wasn't supposed to, so I put it back down later. Then I pick up another one later. I see the monks periodically placing them on the ground. Er... oops. I really was not supposed to do that. I try to sneakily place the quarter back on the ground, but the monk I've been talking to catches me. He yells at me, saying that picking up the quarters is very wrong, causing a curse that can hurt or kill people. He made that mistake when he was younger, and people died. I'm really sorry. I didn't know. I won't do it again.

We walk. Pretty much all of the people here besides the monks are old, poor, French-speaking women, and all the monks are men. I don't see any children, although I think there are a couple other tourists, like me. The monks provide the old women with aid and advice, where they can. The monk follows me into a room, probably on a boat. I am looking at a barbecue pork recipe on the wall, while eating a piece of barbecue chicken with my hands. He asks me what it is, and I tell him.

Outside again, the monk kisses me on the forehead. This feels very weird, and I am not comfortable with this at all.

In the night, we are woken by a loud noise. We get up to go check it out. It was just a loud machine, though. The monk talks to one of the women in French. I get separated from him somewhere along the way. I'm using my cell phone for light, where there are not other lights. I'm in the living room of my old house now. I see my mom. She jumps onto the fireplace, climbing up the brick in a way that seems creepily inhuman. On the mantelpiece above the fireplace, there are two statues. There are supposed to be four. My 'mom' takes one of the remaining statues, leering at me. She is not supposed to do that. The monks will be mad. That's much worse than when I picked up the quarters, and she is doing it on purpose! I throw my phone at her.

I wake up. It's 4:15 am. At first I just jot down some notes, but that dream was so cool/weird that I decide to write it all out in the middle of the night instead of waiting for the morning.

There's a large well. I am Ian, and the Doctor and possibly Barabara are here, too (from Doctor Who). I dropped the ring down the well, but I need to get it back. There is some sort of sprite/spirit in the well, controlling the water. First the water level goes down, then it goes back up. I dive into the water to retrieve the ring and am sucked down into a hole at the bottom of the well.

I'm travelling with a partner. We're in a shop. I buy a floppy hat. We leave the shop, which is just one small part of a bigger place. For some reason, we're signing up to fight in a gladiatorial event. The line for it is very long and slow. This place has the atmosphere of a casino. It's confusing when I finally get to the front of the line. There's a teller open, but I'm not sure I can use that one. There are signs, but somehow that just confuses me even more. Are fighters supposed to only sign up at the particular teller? I end up using the same one my friend did, after he is done. The person there thinks I am someone she knows, named Rita. I play along. Half my information (address, name, etc.) is fake anyways. I probably wouldn't get through this with a teller who didn't 'know' me. I'm nervous about being discovered, though, but eventually I am done signing up, and I get my 'lotto' tickets that I can use if I survive.

It's night. The fight will be tomorrow. The guy who runs this place is evil. I find stairs going up, but when I get to the top, there is nothing there. I guess it will lead somewhere once they're finished setting up. I go back down.

I put on the floppy hat I bought earlier. It takes me a while to get all the plastic tag bits off of it. I'm with the other gladiators. I encourage them to rebel. When the staff comes along, I attack them (oddly, just this one scene is in third person). I get completely piled on, but when the others start fighting, too, I get a chance to escape.

I walk through the fire escape door, deliberately and without hesitation, even though I know I will probably be caught quickly, since these things are well guarded. The fire alarm goes off, and I step out into a corridor. The guard outside the door seems to know me. He asks how some plot I'm supposed to know about is going. I don't know what to say, but I'm not worried about that right now. I'm looking for a door that actually leads outside. I find an office, instead. I turn around and try going the other way. I find the door that actually leads outside and I start walking along the street, eager to get away. The guard is following me like some sort of puppy, complaining about how tired he is because he didn't get any sleep last night. I tell him he wouldn't have gotten any rest if he had stayed on guard duty anyway.

2/15/2012
While doing the laundry, I find out the machine came with complementary detergent. I press the button to dispense it. I get one large and three small jugs of detergent.

A girl I haven't seem since elementary school whose name I like is in my English class.

My mom is sleep-talking something about being suicidal. It's kind of disturbing, but it's still just sleep talk. She sticks me with the dog for my vacation. It's a large white poodle that looks neglected (my mom hasn't actually got a dog).

I arrive at the hotel room with the dog and my bag. I just booked my flight for tomorrow after getting here, but there's something else I need to do. For some reason I need headphones, but the only ones I can find are broken. I'm sure I packed working headphones. I make a mess while I'm looking, pulling everything out of my bag, but I don't find them. All of my stuff is so unorganized. It really bothers me. I go out to see if I can find some new headphones to buy, but I don't find anything.

When I get back, my things have been moved and I find two other people in my room: a man and his mostly grown daughter. We talk about random things while I try to put my belongings in order. I tell them I am going to Hawaii and that I have a couple of friends that go to college there. They say "no way!" I try to tell them the name of the university my friends go to, but I can't remember it.

It occurs to me I forgot about the dog, and I don't see him anywhere. I find him in the bathroom. Apparently the hotel staff put him there while I was gone. The other two people in my room have a dog, too. My books got put on the shelves, which are collapsing, and my books are all mixed in with the hotel's books. Several stacks of books fall onto the floor. It really, really bugs me to see books in that condition, but I have too many things to deal with right now to fix it. There is so much extra stuff in this room that I can barely move. There is a set of coins on the table that I didn't put there. The hotel staff left a barrette and a bunch of other crap here (I can't tell if it's complementary, or they charge you if you take it- regardless, I don't want any of this junk). I'm trying to ditch the unnecessary Hawaiian shirts I packed and get my bag ready for the flight tomorrow. I haven't even gone through it and made sure I didn't leave a knife or something in there by accident, which I am always afraid of doing anytime I have to deal with airport security.

I wake up. Blah, what a nightmare, having so much to do and not enough time and everything got messier the more I tried to organize things. I have enough of that sort of stress with going to college. I could do without in my dreams

I fall back asleep.

I'm playing Minecraft. There's a skeleton glitching through the wall (in a corner). I was on the other side of that wall earlier. I try to kill the glitchy skeleton, but I destroy the wall instead. I quickly finish off the skeleton and try to rebuild the wall. I don't have enough stone or cobbles. I frantically look through what I do have, to see if I can find something to finish patching the wall with. I almost use coal ore blocks, but then I decide to use planks instead.

My memory of this part is so fuzzy now, but I know I was lucid. I realized I was dreaming, somehow. There was a guy in a red plaid shirt. I almost forgot it was a dream, walking past some wood tables and chairs, but I reminded myself that it is a dream. At the end, there is a girl with special powers. Everyone is, or wants to, hold her captive because they are afraid of her.

I think I woke up, but it may have been a false awakening. It feels like I'm in SP now. I'm lying on my back, unable to move. My body rotates (or, depending which way you look at things, the room rotates), and my legs end up going through the wall nest to my bed. My body keeps moving, and I end up going all the way through the wall.

I'm in a car. It's very vivid. I take a minute to admire the details: the feel of the seatbelt, the soft interior lining. Kiki (from Sluggy Freelance) is here. I get out of the car. It's parked in a parking lot with construction materials, on a bit of land mostly surrounded by a lake. I tell Kiki to come with me. She jumps out of the car and scrambles up my shoulder. Everything goes fuzzy.

I feel like I'm in SP again. There is a slight but uncomfortable pressure on my midsection.

Now I'm on a sort of rollercoaster. It's a track twisting all around a pole, over this shallow elongated pool of cheesy muckiness. I don't see a rollercoaster car that I am in, but I am going along the rollercoaster. It's like I'm pulling myself along the tracks. My point of view ought to be rotating as I'm going along this twisting track, but it doesn't. I get to the end of the twisty part of the track. Now it goes straight, but I've somehow ended up on the underside of the track. This isn't right.

After the weird track thing, I walk across a bridge. I'm walking down a corridor and see a kid with short platinum blond hair that has a bit that sticks up. He reminds me of Harry Potter. I turn left, walking in his direction. There's a door here, different from all the other doors along the corridor (this place feels like a dormitory). The one odd door looks like it could be sealed from the outside, like a vault. I open the door and look inside. A girl with long black hair is in there. They fear her because she is a summoner. She's my daughter? My alarm goes off.

2/13/2012
I run into my ex-girlfriend. She is walking so fast I have a hard time keeping up. I ask if she is avoiding me. She says yes. I say one more thing and then leave her alone.

A series of rooms. In each one, there is a challenge involving fighting (or possibly fishing) before the next door will open. More than one room has a stream with eels. A lot of these rooms are quite large and have natural type features- streams, animals, trees, plants, etc. The room I'm in now has giants. The lights go out. Fighting in the dark is difficult and scary.

I journaled in my dreams again, so I missed writing down the other part of my dream because I thought I'd already written it. I've forgotten it now. I hate when that happens.

2/12/2012
I'm going to my friend's house. I have a small flat box containing a piece of furniture that I bought for myself, but it was my friend's birthday recently, and I feel guilty about not getting him a present. I realize he would like this furniture, so I give it to him. See, their old comfy chair broke, and the furniture I got is a recliner. It's kind of cheap though. I'm worried it won't be sturdy. It turns out to be a very comfy, squashy blue recliner, and my friend likes it. We rearrange the furniture to make room for it.

I'm playing Minecraft with a friend. We're at the surface, and there is a gap leading down into a cave. We put ladders and torches on the edges (it's a vertical drop down into the cave). We also put burning rope (it's a sweet new light source). I want to play with this burning rope stuff because it's new. I walk onto the hole with the ladder, so I'll drop slowly down, and then I hang onto the burning rope by pressing shift. I hang from the rope for a few moments, but then I lose my grip and fall into the cave below.

There are a lot of bookshelves here. We quickly place torches throughout the room. I go down a tunnel to explore alone. I am attacked by skeletons. I defeat them with some difficulty. I realize my health is extremely low. More skeletons attack. I fight cautiously, retreating. I make it back to the main room with the bookshelves, but the skeleton is still on my tail. I weave in and out of the bookshelves, now running more than fighting. The skeleton charges at me. I can't run fast enough. I die. I respawn nearby and hurry back to collect my stuff.

I'm riding the trains, but I end up somewhere I didn't want to be. I get on the train going back the other way and go back a station.

I have a mighty fine hat. It's brown with a wide brim and has a string under my chin so I can slide it back and it will rest on my back. I somehow know that Minecraft mechanics are (still) in place, but not everything is cubes. These people are building a submarine with shopping carts and chairs. They start by digging out a few cubes of dirt, and putting some lava in the hole. Now they're building the craft on top of that. They're going to add on a 'candy chair', so I'll have a place to sit. Apparently it's really cute. I'm a little apprehensive of something that cute- it might end up being pink and kiddy and horrible. I wonder how we are going to be able to breathe underwater in this contraption, but I figure it must just take advantage of some sort of glitch.

I'm putting my backpack in one of the spaces for luggage at the back of this 'submarine'. My backpack is pretty full, but it's squishy, too. It takes a bit of fiddling to get my backpack in the luggage space, but I manage it. We've started moving while I was busy with the luggage. I'm stuck hanging onto the back instead of having an actual seat. A woman and the kid are sitting in the shopping cart shaped main area of the 'sub'. Another woman is hanging off the side and steering. There's an extra chair hanging off the other side that unbalances the craft a little.

We're moving at high speed over land and little ponds. Presumably we are going to go underwater when we reach the river. I'm looking forward to seeing how it works (although I'm a little afraid the answer will be 'it doesnt'). But I wake up before we reach the river. I'm so disappointed we didn't get to go underwater.

2/10/2012
There are some little kids using a slide at a playground. The unpopular ones get teased.

I finally see a doctor. He says I have lung cancer advanced 10 months. That's just lovely.

I'm at my grandparents' house (they're different people than my real grandparents, but I won't realize that until I wake up). I have a boyfriend. I'm pretty sure it's a guy, anyway, because the grandparents want us staying in separate rooms (I often don't remember the gender of DC's). My boyfriend finds out that I am a virgin and insists I must have sex because it is amazing. I'm not too sure about this, but I go along for now. We cannot, of course, risk being caught by the grandparents. We are going to head to a place where we can experiment without being caught. I'm not at all sure about this intercourse thing because of the risks (pregnancy, etc.). I guess we could just, er, play around?

We're outside, walking toward the other building. It is up a steep, curving dirt slope. Like spiral staircase curving. There are a lot of trees around, mostly pines. We walk for some time. There may have been other people at some point. I'm really quite uncomfortable with what we're going to do. The other building had only a few rooms, and I don't think the lock on the bedroom door works. I've been telling my boyfriend for a while now that I want to turn back. I'm afraid of being caught. I am hurt, somehow, emotionally or physically. I don't quite remember. I don't think it was intentional. We turn back. There is some sort of ride or fall.

I woke up an hour earlier than usual, so I decide to try to sleep some more after writing down my dreams so far. I have a vague idea that I could try a WILD if I am actually tired enough to fall back asleep, but I don't really make much effort.

Two guys are coming out of the woods. There is a lot of snow. They're stuck above some railing, at the edge of a relatively short dropoff above a road. One asks for help getting down. Someone below helps him down, but too far. He does a faceplant on the road below and is run over before he can get up. The second guy is terrified and does not want 'help'.

I'm in a strange bathroom. It's small and awkward and dirty. I give up trying to use it. I vaguely remember something about my mom, like she was in the same building.

I am a magic-using shape-shifter named Simon (usually I just look human so as not to scare people though). We're fighting against some bad, evil stuff, including some black dragons. I have an older-mentor friend who is a shape-shifter like me. Everyone else (except maybe that one kid) is human though. Later, the humans trap and bind me, preventing me from using my special powers. I am miserable and resentful, being kept prisoner. And I think that mentor-guy may have betrayed me somehow.

I took notes about my dreams, so I'm not worried about writing down the whole thing right away, as I'm lying in bed after waking. Then I look over at my journal, and it's blank. I really need to learn to RC every time I write in my journal...