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I was a princess, the daughter of some super rich king who wanted to marry me off to some prince I'd never met. On the day we were supposed to meet, the king hired all sorts of people to doll me up, hair stylists, makeup artists, fashion experts, etc. First I was sent to the hair stylist, who was this young lady with light neon blue hair up in two ponytails on either side of her, and her hair had streaks of other colors in it, mostly pink I think. I was so in love with her hair and asked for something similar, so she gave me the same style but made mine super colorful and rainbow-y. After that, they sent me to the makeup artist, and I was really nervous because for some reason I thought I had guy-stubble on my face and I was afraid the artist would get weirded out and not cover it up, but she said she could do that easily. After that, I worried over the dress selection, because I seriously badly wanted a Victorian style dress that poofed out at the bottom, and I thought they'd give me some ugly straight one. But they had a huge dress selection to choose from so I felt better. Later on, the king told me the prince didn't really like me, but that wasn't the point. The point was to marry so they could combine kingdoms. I got so upset and told the king that I refused to be just some object he could use to take over countries with, and I ran away.

An evil man kidnapped me and locked me in his house. It was kind of a shitty house, and I remember seeing a round wooden table next to glass patio doors. I was so scared but determined to escape. I acted really nice to him so he would wind up trusting me, and then I secretly opened the patio door so his pug ran out. He was freaking out over his dog escaping so I told him I would go out and get it. So I ran out into the yard but instead of chasing the dog I ran along the fence until I found a spot low enough to climb over, and I did and took off running frantically. I knew I wasn't a very good runner but I tried, and by the time I got to his front yard, he intercepted me and held me in place, smiling and laughing all creepy-like. He told me he didn't care if I screamed because anyone passing by wouldn't bother to help anyway, so I started screaming and reaching my hand out to people walking down the sidewalk, and they just turned their heads and kept walking. The neighbor did the same thing but went into his house. I felt so hopeless and desperate, and I couldn't believe nobody would help me, but the man kept holding me and laughing. But suddenly this Worgen guy from WoW came up and told the man to let me go, but he didn't. He acted all nice and invited him in for tea, so the Worgen said okay and said he'd save me afterward. I told him to be careful because he was only level 98 and the man was level 100, but he didn't care. The creepy man wound up catching us both. After that, I was saved by Majin Buu, who flew me away on a cloud. We were both sitting on the cloud and flying through the sky, doing loops and such. Suddenly we saw another person flying towards us on a cloud that also had Majin Buu sitting on it, so we stopped and said hi to each other.

I was standing in a house by the window, looking up at storm clouds. There was a serious amount of rotation, and I saw one cloud close to the ground start rotating pretty fast. I made a joke that it would turn into a tornado... but then it actually did. When I went out onto the porch there were tornadoes everywhere, but it looked like that one was heading away from us, and as soon as I pointed that out, it turned around and came toward us. They told me to get back into the house and hunker down in the hallway, but I was like 'fuck that shit' and made a mad dash out into the road for some reason. They called me insane and said I'd die, but I kept running and running, hoping to find a safe place before the tornado caught up with me, I felt scared but at the same time confident I'd get away. I saw a big school and ran inside quick, and the school was empty and dark. On the floor was a small window, like the kind you see on the bottoms of houses that lead to the basement, so I hoped it was also a basement. I could hear the tornado close and dived into the window, squeezing through. The basement was huge with a concrete floor and a sloped roof like an attic's, and I grabbed at random plywood boards in an attempt to protect my head. Then I saw another person down there, but we didn't say anything to each other, we just nodded in approval like 'I see you were smart enough to come down here too'. When the tornado finally hit, I realized I'd left the window open, and it was trying to suck me out, so I grabbed onto a rafter and held on tight, and survived.

Sam and Dean saw an article in a paper about bigfoot terrorizing a small town way in the forest, so they went to check it out. The bigfoot was killing everyone, people were dying left and right, and there was blood everywhere. They did some investigating and were up on a wooden porch when they found a glass jar filled with congealed blood, so they had it DNA tested and found it belonged to nearby people who hadn't died yet. They went to check them out and found two terrible teenagers with skin the color of a corpse and crazy eyes. They realized there was no bigfoot, it was just the bloodlust of the two evil teens, and they made up the bigfoot story to the sheriff to hide their own murders. Sam and Dean were kind of pissed it wasn't 'their kind of case' after all and left the teens to the cops.

Apparently I lived in an apartment complex that was in some city that Seru destroyed before his tournament. Everyone was dead and the complex was falling apart, and there was a flood that went up halfway to my knees. But I was happy and excited, and spinning around through the parking lot singing. I was going to go see him. The scene cut to a news station surrounded by debris, with the only road leading out going directly to Seru's arena, so the reporter just said 'fuck it' and they got in their van and decided to go out there, even though they knew he already killed a bunch of reporters. The dream never finished their story, so I have no idea what happened to them. After that, it cut to me at the arena, and I remember seeing him standing there looking all passive but... I can't remember anything about our interaction. Thanks brain. Thanks for making allllll my other dreams super-detailed but completely forgetting the one part I'd want to remember most from this one dream. Ffffffuck that.

Non-lucid
I'm at my house, with a tiny man who was carved out of a carrot. He reminds me of an "elf on the shelf" doll, except he's much smaller. He can fit in my palm.
I'm sitting at the kitchen table, watching videos on the laptop of strange creatures attacking people. For some reason, Carrot Man is in all of these videos.
I start to gnaw on Carrot Man, then realize my lower teeth hurt. I touch them, and they wiggle and hurt.
I look outside the big windows in the kitchen to see the entire backyard has flooded with light red water. Dad walks in, and looks out the window and sighs, obviously irritated. "It's flooded... I've never seen the creek up so high. It comes all the way up to our house!"
"I hope Cali is somewhere far away from this."
"I have no doubt she is." He walks away. I continue watching my videos for a little while with Carrot Man, until Mom walks in with groceries. I walk over to her to help.
Then, I wake up.

Non-lucid
12:30-2:30PM nap
I'm with Mackenzie, in what I feel is her house, but isn't her house in the awake world. WE're going to have a movie watching party together, but we need to get everything set up first. She gestures me to come with her into the basement. I happily do so. "Grab that plastic bag, please, Alex" she points to it before picking something else up. I nod and pick up the large plastic bag, which seems to be filled with dodgeballs, but I don't look inside it. We walk back to the stairs to go back up when something fuzzy and tickly rubs me in my armpit, where I'm holding the plastic bag to me on my hip. I shudder and say "Mackenzie! Something touched me!" with my voice full of worry and fear.
"Don't worry! It's fine, you're fine, Alex." she smiles. I blow off the event as me having imagined something. We walk upstairs, but once we get through the door, my curiosity overcomes me and I look in the bag. There are indeed dodgeballs in there, what a huge hairy spider which seems to be covered in baby spiders! I shriek and drop the bag, spiders and dodgeballs running and rolling on the floor in every which way.
"Oh Alex..." Mackenzie sounds disappointed in me. "I'm sorry!" I tell her.
We both walk to the living room, where her father is sitting on the couch, waiting. I sprawl on the couch too, as Mackenzie puts in a movie, and then she joins us.
The scene changes.
I'm at a small restaurant with my mother. Aubrey Plaza, and Jeff H and his kids are sitting with us. It has a swimming pool out back. I'm texting Aubrey before our food gets here. Jeff's kids are behaving themselves, talking to each other, playing little games like patty cake and tic-tac-toe on the paper menus. It begins to rain very hard outside. The restaurant begins to flood! First it's ankle deep... then knee deep... then neck deep. Then, it floods almost to the very ceiling, where I'm now floating! There's still enough room for me to breathe, but nobody else seems to have noticed it. All of the tables and chairs are stuck firmly to the floor, and everybody is sitting and eating and talking. The waitress is walking around like nothing is happening. I swim down to everyone, holding my breath, and gesture to outside. Then the water level starts to slowly decrease. In no time I'm on the floor. Then, I'm outside, on a raft in the pool. It starts to flood again, but it isn't raining anymore. The pool's water increases and gets choppy. Soon the water gets very wild, and I hold onto the raft as hard as I can, but I'm quickly headed for the edge of the pool. I look behind me and a massive wave towers above me, putting me in its shadow. "No!" I yell, not wanting to be thrown into the water. "NO!" I yell again as the wave crashes, and the raft is pushed forcefully into the edge of the pool wall, but I go flying without it.
I flop in the water, then tumble on the ground as the water disappears, until I land in the parking lot, completely dry and bruised and tired. A family; a mother, a teenage boy and a teenage girl are getting into their minivan. I hop in too, believing I'm invisible and magical. We drive for a while, nobody paying my any attention because I'm invisible, until we get to the theater. It's gotten dark outside now. I go "Woo!" and clap my hands together once to teleport myself. Nothing happens. Except, now the teenagers are looking at me. Oh. I'm not invisible. I was never invisible. "Mom, stop the car!" the teenage boy says. I'm now starting to panic and the moment she stops the car, I run out, and all of the rest join me to see what I'll do.
Another car stops nearby and a lady gets out and walks down, saying, "Now what's going on here?!"
I jump around, trying to fly away, but I can't. I give up quickly. The family gets in their car and drives away, as if they didn't want to be seen with me. The other lady, luckily, didn't see me doing that. I follow her to her car quietly, and get into her passenger side. She looks over at me and shrugs. "Will you take me back to that restaurant?" I ask "It's not very far." She nods, starts the car, and begins driving that way.
Then, I wake up.

This was a very strange one. I was in what felt like a Wendy’s or McDonalds, save for the place was deserted, and it felt like it was closed. I was sitting in the corner along with a dream character who I did not recognize, but was a male.
[Dream Logic] They showed me a box full of these cutouts that were made out these really tough foam. They were cut into radial snowflake like patterns and he told me about how they were ‘Grow your own spaceships’. All you had to do was add water and they would turn into a spaceship. [/Dream Logic]
To be honest, the DC might have been Marcus, but I can’t remember. The dream was so blurry. This seems crazy even for something he would come up with.
So I took two of them out of the box. We had a cup of water and we used these little eyedroppers to get them started. The foam starts to puff up, and sure enough metal paneling begins to emerge and build. Watching this thing self-assemble is strange. It is fascinating to watch. The assemble seems something like a transformer, and I eventually see a rocket engine assemble in the center.
“Ya see that? That’s the kind of engine that will get you to Mars!”
The dream carried on for a long time as the spaceship continued to grow, transform and change. For some reason my spaceship turned into a large dark green suitcase with rocket motors on the bottom, and lights on the inside. The DC told me that the foam cutout was faulty and that I would try with another one. I lost the dream around there.

Something to do with being in a rather small room with a pool and a hot tub. For some reason all of the tiles are a rich forest green and there are high, narrow windows running along the top of the wall.

I am with S. We are in my room together and there is a large wall-mounted flatscreen TV on the wall where the dresser should be. We are sitting on the end of my bed, wrapped in blankets and eating popcorn out of a huge bowl. S wants to watch an adventure time episode called 'Finn's Future Nightmare'
The episode is supposed to center around Finn's future son who in the episode is this nightmarish monstrosity. There are a couple of blurry indistinguishable scenes that go on for a minute or two, then one of his shadow. It pans up to show a silhouette of the character. He is huge and brawny and has sword blades in the place of his hands.
There are then some scenes of him terrorizing innocent candy people. For some reason they are in this really realistic setting. This is followed by a scene of adult Finn rushing at him with the Grass Sword and Jake who has morphed into a shield. Supposedly in this future of adventure time, Jake can change not only the shape of his body but the composition; so his shield transformation actually looks like a shield.
His son steps out of the shadow. He looks like a little bit like the basic Finn (Save for muscles and sword hands) with the same outfit, and he has five or six of these pinwheel devices running up his shirt like buttons. They open and expand and fire energy out in different colors. Finn blocks them with the sword and he charges into melee range.
...
Finn wakes up from his nightmare, and Jake asks him what he dreamed about. He says he doesn't want to talk about it.

I am casually strolling along in the industrial park that is a few blocks from my house. The area has become a swamp and the factories are abandoned and flooded. It was some kind of post-apocalyptic future where my town had been destroyed and flooded, and the boardwalk had been built as a means for the new generation to walk around and explore what past towns and cities looked like.
Also, for some reason in this dream, I was like 14 or 15 years old. (I was walking around in the body that I had when I was 14 or 15. Something to do with cloning me.)
I had my computer with me. I approached a sitting area on the boardwalk and opened it up. I began typing up (in a word document) my dreams from earlier in the night when I was approached by a group of maybe six people. Some of them had vague resemblances to kids who used to bully me in middle school. One of them tried to grab at my computer, but I closed it.
I then remembered that it was when I turned fifteen that I started taking self defense classes. I wondered if my skills were any good. I saw one of the bullies try to do a mock kick to make fun of that fact, but he fell over backwards.
Another bully tried to grab my computer from my arms but I backed away. I leaped into the air and kicked him in the face. He fell over and I landed. A guy charged at me from the right and swung at me. I ducked. He then tried to uppercut me. I leaned back. Another guy came at me from the left. I kicked him in the gut and he fell over. The guy on my left swiped at me, and two more guys were coming in. I threw my computer up over me and caught it behind my back. I thought to myself how I should be careful doing stunts because I don't want my laptop to be broken or stolen.
Even though I was holding my own in this fight, for some reason I decided to try to get these guys off of me.
I yelled: "Police Officer!" and pointed behind them. All of the bullies looked where I pointed.
There was nobody there.
One of the bullies yelled "Oh, Sh*t!", and they all started running as if they were actually in trouble.
Dream characters don't get much more stupid than that.
But if that wasn't strange enough, I started running too. I can't remember why. I guess I figured that they might realize that there actually was no police officer and would try to chase me down. As I was running, I noticed that I was barefoot, and I seemed to be pushing off the ground with just my toes.
I then noticed that the frequency of my steps was very low. I was taking one step every ten feet and the way I was bounding off the ground; I almost seemed to be floating.
I became partially lucid, dropped my computer and started flying when the dream ended.

In my dream I was in the woods. There was a river there and I was on the riverbank. It seems like I was on a journey with this other guy trying to get somewhere. All of a sudden a flash flood caught us unaware. There was a rush of water coming down the river and there was nothing we could do in time. We couldn't get out of the way. I ended up clinging to the roots of a tree to keep my head above the water.

It took a minute like this, but then I realized I wasn't in danger. I let go and concentrated on levitation. It worked, I rose up out of the water and just hovered inches above it. This was fun, and I started flying low over the water, heading downstream. Just a foot or 2 above the water I sped along flying above it. Eventually I came out to the sea, but I continued flying low just above the water like this. It just look so amazing flying like this.

A flood warning in Boston - they expect the buildings around the harbor to be under three feet of water. Evacuation is recommended.

Post-apocalyptic setting, there's a human doctor taking care of a human-looking robot going by the code name Rabbit. It has black stitches in a ring around its throat. It put them there itself - they're decorative.

Late 19th century England, two immortals dressed all in white are talking. "Just defend (this place)." "Domi, this is a terrible plan."

Dream
Lucidity

I was in another country that was very communistic. Laurie was with me at first while a flood was happening. I had my AR15 and my AK strapped around me and was wearing a battle dress uniform. I saw a lot of people trying out to be cops but they were wearing a student flight tshirt. I went into a castle and did parkour. I was then with some girl telling her about lucid dreaming and she told me to whisper because that stuff was banned. We started going to a party but I still wanted to tell her about lucid dreaming. As I went to the top of the tower by doing parkour, I reached my room and saw a girl going through something in my room. I figured I'd sneak up on her and ask what she was doing, so I crouched down and sneaked towards her. I told myself "Too bad I can't use Blink and suddenly realized that I was in a dream!
I used blink and teleported closer to a counter for concealment. I increased stabilized and increased lucidity before blinking towards the girl again. I got close enough and asked her what she was doing and she turned around, obviously startled. I tried to pull her closer to me with magic but couldn't and slowly started to wake up.

Morning of August 3, 2014. Sunday.



This dream was the same morning as “The Right Student” (posted only on a couple sites) and was quite long and vivid (more vivid than the other dream). It also has a couple of the “same” scenes and overall theme as from my wife’s dream of the same period of time.

At the beginning, I am aware of an approaching time of tsunamis and floods that will basically destroy much of the world. This is different than other flood dreams, in that the “tidal waves” are unnaturally large (even as high as the atmosphere itself) and widespread, going up and over entire regions. I am not sure of my dream’s location. It may be Brazil.

There is a point near the beginning where my wife and I seem to have about twenty children (as well as our own real ones being in-dream) or more (all around the same age of about four to ten) - yet they also seem to just appear out of nowhere somewhat like in-dream tulpas, or possibly orphans from previous flooding elsewhere. Still, they all refer to me as their father over time as if this is the “reality” as such. I carry a few here and there. This is before the larger waves approach. It seems to be in a large park just outside the big (unknown) city.

Later on, I and a few others plan to save a small group of people, to be the only ones left alive on the planet. This seems fairly effortless even when my mental focus is less “precise” (this is not a lucid dream - I take it all as “reality” at the time). When the tsunamis come, they are extremely high and destroy many buildings. However, I have some sort of detailed and “automatic” (survival-oriented) telekinetic nature and am able to cause the water to flow around aspects of the sky and land - there are several points at which the tsunami moves around from what seems to be a huge “invisible dome” created by my telekinetic will, though it is a force and not of any material.

At various points, we are in buildings that are eventually destroyed. One scene involves an elevator shaft (much the same scenario as my wife’s dream) and another, going out a window of a second or third floor where the water is up to. It is interesting how no one in my localized group is injured or easily washed away as others are.

In one scene, two cars are going down a road towards where my group and I are. A huge wave slams into one car, carrying it from the road and into the trees while the other car, only a short distance in front of the other, is saved by the forces that block the water under my will. People are glad to be safe in what is technically “the end of the world” - as the waves are worldwide and covering most of the planet. This implies that we will have to live on a makeshift raft-like structure at some future point, I think, although I am able to mentally rebuild a building here and there - even in a scene where water has destroyed a part of a building and where the water is “frozen” in position (though still moving and “cycling” in that isolated position) and bricks float about within the “held spray” before realigning. I save a few people from drowning by mentally lifting them from the water as well as creating an invisible “wall” in some scenes.

Again, I am not lucid, yet find it interesting that my telekinetic ability is so “automatic” and effortless throughout (and I am not worried that I will perish), although I sense that others are adding to this overall force at times with their own focus and survival instinct. There is also the nature of the water itself, which often seems more reflective than water in real life as well as having its own light-making properties. In some dreams, water and light seem to be some sort of hybrid composite that is not possible in reality.

August 2, 2014

Rating: 3/5

More fragments. I remember being at my college during construction and almost getting into a fight with some kid near a main building. I decided to tell him it easnt worth it and eventually we made it past it and became friends. He brought me over to his music shop and we walked down the main hall to the end of the building. This part of the building had cheap white tiles and white walls with old sound equipment everywhere. We were at the back of the store when he opened up a metal plate on the wall that opened a secret door. We were now in a bigger space behind the shop. There was small rooftops of buildings we stood on so there must have been some underground houses. I searched with my flashlight and eventually went up into a finished room with dark wood walls and brown carpet. I looked across into another room where a mickey doll that was propped up suddenly fell over, by a ghost. Though i couldnt see it.

I also renember wading through waist deep water in a flooded city and came upon a spot to put down my phone on a shelf where a bunch of empty beer bottles were. before i could do much i was woken.

Night of 4/18/14
In bed from 11:09 to 7:40

Dream 1

Late to meeting because I was in the pisser.
Wouldn't stop pissing
Unusual flow
Towards the end it was a wide and heavy mist, it also came out as a brown paste

In meeting. My writing was not what they wanted. It had no cohesion and no ending

I said it didn't need to be; I thought I was supposed to write about my dreams. I was really angry

Tldr: nutty piss and I turned in a dream journal as my assignment.

Dream 2 (fragment)

Outside was flooded, I was at the back deck of my house with my family fishing. The water level was just below the deck. I caught a few fish.

Night of 4/17/14

Slicing up imperial guards with my katana

I was fishing, almost caught a dog who tried to eat my lure
dead/cooked fish on the ground, I had to hop around barefoot

I was going through a breakup and my child was being taken away from me. I was the wife?

Ice in the streets, went skating

Night of 4/15/14

Dream 1:
(I've been watching 30 rock)

fragments:
there was a meeting with liz
miss mahoney was wearing a bra that shot out sparks (not electrical, like fireworks)

Dream 2:

In a cafeteria
My lunch is ruined- i left it on a table and someone sabotaged it
a friendly lunch man makes me more lunch and makes sure it is very satisfactory

I see a girl im into
close friend decides to go for her instead

Dream 3:

bible school (childhood trauma, what?)
really boring

*****

went into some sort of FPS mode
everybody was shooting at each other
I was shootin up fools
water surrounding a tower inside, it was dark
Went outside, FPS mode gone


*****
Went into different inside area, can't remember how I got there


*Usually when I go lucid i say out loud that it is a dream*
*In this case I just felt kinda lucid*
*Felt strange transitioning into lucidity, like there was little change*

*****

was in a building with church people
I wanted to sex up a girl
People would always invade space.
There was very little control
I tried to build a wall and door with a closed door
failed

They said if I wanted to have sex it would need to be with a family member
I loose control over the dream, (who wouldn't in that scenario?)

*****

Before I start off, when do y'all record your dreams? When I wake up I don't want to turn on the light and start writing things down. How can I become better at this without ruining my sleep?

In bed from 9:42pm-5:59am
Drank apple juice and meditated a little the night before

Dream one:
(Fragment, non-lucid)
Was with an old friend playing games together
We were eating pizza
His old man was there
Throat felt really thirsty/salty/burning
end: Woke up a little before three and had to get some water

This probably comes from the guilt I have from not speaking to this friend in a few years, for no real reason.

Dream two:
(Semi-fragmented? semi-lucid?). Could feel that I had some control over the environment, but I wasn't fully lucid; I didn't know I was dreaming.

In an aunts house
Feels (from the inside) like a house from japan.
uncle not home.
black man ready to leave the house (What?)
tell him he still has a chance, aunt was once engaged to a black man.(What?)
he leaves
house is leaking rain water
forget house is leaking
go outside?, don't remember what it looked like.
find cement tunnels running under the city
Explore tunnels, feels like something the yakuza would use.
scared
find openings into houses (smuggle children?)
find opening into aunts house, she didn't know about yakuza hatch
get lost in maze of tunnels
end: woke around 5:30-40

have no clue where this came from

"Oh, no I am not dreaming this again" totally not lucid. My house will be invaded in a fight.

Jog straight upstairs and I snipe, alie break down the door and immidiately get shot by me, but one other manages to carry me downstairs. It gets shot too, outside there's a ton of aliens. I try to use my front porch to my advantage. Though cover leaving options are limited I won. Then forty more were around the bak. I can kill those, but get overrun by the ones in my house.

That was the end of the flashback. But now it was a flood. So much that the windows aand walls reflected a bubbly cyan tone that was hypnotically magnificent An eskimo goes into the bathroom where it dies for no reason. I reason it is safest to go to my freind's house because it it taller. [fun fact, I've never actually been there. Only in dreams] However his entire house is now made of paper.



Earlier I remenber playing an fps. I get seven kills as sniper but it was a bit on the quickscoping side. a mini treaty is present on part of the map. But it was a distraction so the opposing team could get a cap.

I sniped the guy while chasing him with my crosshairs perfectly aligned, yet he is not dead. I try to shoot twice more, but miss both times. We both fall over at the same time and as I struggle to get up more of my teammattes come out to get him. However, the match ended via clockout, and my team won.

1. I dream that I am in a grocery store, and that part of the grocery store is a bar. There's a girl in a cutoff shirt, or something. I pay for my groceries and park my cart outside the bar. The bar's very dark - the walls and floor have been painted black. I have a beer and buy a 6 pack of cider. When I return to the cart, someone has stolen half of my loaf of bread, and 6 eggs out of my egg carton. I complain to management and show them, and ask if they will reimburse me for the bread and eggs.

2. I dream I am in the attic of an old house. I've broken in. There's a lot of old stuff stored in here, some of it mine... how my stuff ended up in here, I don't know. Some friends and I have packed it into boxes. The attic is filling with water, and I'm moving through thigh deep water trying to sort through these boxes.

We hear people in the house below. I get worried that they will discover us, so I start trying to put the boxes away neatly so they don't realize that their attic is full of someone else's things. I'm also worried they'll notice the water pouring down from their ceiling, since it's draining but I don't know where it went. Another friend gets on a cot that's built against the wall and starts talking about how in his college dorm, it was so tiny that he had to pull his knees up any time someone opened the closet.

We decide the coast is clear and start handing boxes to someone on a ladder outside the door. From there, it's easy to go down the ladder and through a hole in the fence into my own yard. The boxes have some of the homeowners' stuff as well... I plan on selling it at a yard sale.

My house is an old white two story. It's about a hundred years old, and there's nothing particularly special about the house itself. The yard is full of trees; one is much older than the house, and towers above it. It is an old oak tree. My grandpa is there now, and he is talking about how everyone cuts down their trees, and everyone's yard looks the same, and it's bland and sterile. I look at the yards of the other houses on the street (somehow they are bland-looking mansions) and see that they are all treeless and perfectly manicured. I flop down on my side and roll down the hill, and my brother (who is suddenly there) does the same thing, while our mother walks behind us. When I look up the hill, the contrast between my yard and the rest of the yards is striking. The trees rise above my house, and their branches weave in and out of each other. My grandfather comments that having so many trees in the yard is pleasant and adds character to the house. I pat the perfectly mowed, perfectly green grass at the bottom of the hill and tell him that the rest of the neighborhood seems very sterile in comparison.

I wake up briefly and then go back to sleep, and the dream resumes, although it has lost some vividness.

I continue from the bottom of the hill into a neighborhood beyond the bottom of the hill. I walk along a sidewalk. It is bright and sunny outside, and probably June or July. There are some preteen girls standing in a yard, chatting, and a little boy in a red striped shirt on a big wheel. This neighborhood is also quite uniform - suburban America, at its most mediocre. The vividness is returning. I realize I am dreaming and try to push through into full lucidity, but the dream is still too thin and everything goes black, and I wake up.