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    1. Popping people & government agencies showing up while we watched orbs in the sky

      by , 07-23-2016 at 05:42 AM
      D1: non-lucid: A nightmare in the twilight zone is the best way to describe it. I was in this house & I heard someone. People were popping in & out of existence! They would appear & disappear & then other people who appear & disappear. Most were coming back repeatedly & it was really creepy.

      D2: non-lucid: I chained right into this next dream. There were orbs flying around in the sky. A cluster of orbs. Me & other people were chasing them through peoples yards & suddenly government people appeared. They had set a table with all kinds of technological devices.

      I was watching a show about UFO's before I went to sleep.

      Side Notes-Purple
      Astral Projection/AP-Brown
    2. Random much

      by , 02-28-2013 at 02:57 AM
      -Be in this house with a girl and guy
      -Sam, one of our dogs aswell (shouldve realised i was dreaming, since she died a year ago)
      -Be talking with them
      -All this talk of D-day
      -Government controls everything
      -Sam has this face every once in a while like she's buffering
      -Go to pee
      -toilet backs up on me, goes all over floor
      -girl was brushing her teeth at the same time, she was not happy
      -go out of the bathroom, hear sounds, sounds like the other guy was having sex. wut.
      -Wake up
    3. Video Games and the Teen Soap Conspiracy

      by , 01-24-2013 at 12:37 AM
      01-22-2013 -- I'm somewhere watching television with some young friends. Or perhaps playing video games. It keeps changing back and forth. Or even playing some kind of live board game type of game. One of the video games turned live game involves a small blue ball, half physical, half made of energy, that appears, then grows until it is three or four inches in diameter.

      You have to take the ball and roll it at a target perhaps a meter away. You have to roll it, because the target is very small, too, and if you try and toss it, it is almost impossible to hit. Roll it, and if you roll it soft enough to control the aim, you probably won't register a hit. Roll it harder, and you lose control to be sure it will hit the target. Very challenging. The kids I have been playing with decide to leave, and as they do, their grandmother starts to give them instructions.

      It turns out to be Bonnie M., and since she and I are no longer on good terms, I decide I probably ought to leave, especially since she is wearing a rather see-through mesh bathrobe with only a pair of panties underneath. I start to pack up the game, and a playing piece that seems to be almost a cross between a blue poker chip and a pog accidentally flips into my mouth and I start to gag on it slightly. I manage to spit it out, wipe it off, and pack it away in the box.

      Oddly enough, Bonnie seems to want me to stay around and watch TV with her, like old times. Meanwhile, she has turned into a grade school teacher, and we are sitting in her classroom, which includes her TV, chair, and a class bookshelf. I am scanning the books, and am very pleased to see, along with other titles, Gordon Korman books and Three Investigators titles. There is also a cat that I am petting.

      We start to watch TV, and she is watching a sort of teen soap opera kind of show that involves a smooth blond kid kind of like Paul-Mark Gosselaar, but without the pranking. He is with a bunch of other students that are trying to get him to sample a pranking sort of item that they claim will turn him into an Incredible Hulk-style monster for a few minutes, but he refuses to try it.

      He is kind of a foreign exchange student, is imperfect in the language, and is really driving them crazy because for some reason he would make an incredible football player, but he has absolutely no interest in playing, and they just can't talk him into it. Meanwhile, he has got a sort-of girlfriend who is a cheerleader, but doesn't mind that he refuses to play football. She is played by Hayden Panettiere, of course.

      There is a coach played by Jane Lynch, but she is a strange one, and is lecturing the cheerleader on not wearing a skimpy enough costume, and having the nerve to wear panties, which means the coach can't perve on her when she is making out with her boyfriend. Very odd. All this seems to be taking part at the Buena Park Mall, and time is passing very quickly.

      I am trying to remember as much about the show as I can, because it seems to be turning into real life, and the government now seems to be after us. It is an odd sort of conspiracy, because as long as we don't realize anything is going on, they leave us alone, but as soon as we start to notice there is anything to notice, they are after us. I try to hide by acting normal, and try to go back to Bonnie's classroom.

      I want to take the time to write all of this in my dream journal, but I need a little privacy to do so. I open the door to the classroom to walk in, but it is now filled with students and adults, and a young Flo from the Progressive commercials is just finishing reading a paper on how her ultimate goal in life is to advertise insurance. I suppose she'll be successful at accomplishing it.

      The person in charge has been staring at me, standing in the back of the classroom, and refuses to go on or call up any more students to read their papers until I am gone, so I walk out of the classroom and shut the door behind me. Meanwhile in the quad, the coach is trying to remove the cheerleaders panties while all the students are arguing with Mark-Paul to play football, and I can't seem to write properly. I am trying to write my usually tiny print notes across the top of the page, but I can't seem to help jumping all over the page in my writing. All the time, I seem to be getting advice on job hunting.
    4. Government Conspiracy Turns to Animated Worlds and Dream Powers From Many Settings

      by , 12-07-2012 at 08:10 PM
      11-19-2012 -- I'm walking in to Ron Dockery's house (past roommate) and he's in the living room with a large bowl-like cup he's mixing stuff in. He has me adding some carbonated soda to the mixture, possibly while passing it through an electrical current. It's filling up right to edge of the bowl, and he thinks it is going to blow, but so far, at least, it doesn't. Can't remember why or how, but there is a sense of Runescape at this point. I pour a little more soda in, and at this point the mixure is bowing just slightly above the top of the bowl, still held in place by surface tension, yet slightly quivering from all the energy contained. At this point we're really surprised it hasn't blown, yet.

      Soon a friend of Ron's walks in. He's hoping she is eventually going to be his girlfriend, and it seems the chances are good. She turns out to be Shirley Feeney from Laverne and Shirley. The house is a large one, and for some reason there are lots of kids living here. It is past bed time, which means it is required that all the kids are in their bedrooms. It is up to them, however, if they ever bother to actually sleep or not. By this point we're upstairs in a sort of den-like room, and I am around a corner from Ron and Shirley. I am pretty sure they have a quickie while I am around the corner, and for some reason I am trying to spy on them.

      But soon there's no chance of that, because the kids are everywhere, and not in their rooms as they are supposed to be. It turns out there are so many kids around because Shirley watches them for the government, who kidnaps them from their parents. It turns out they have weird, detailed dreams, and for some reason these dreams are considered evil, so they are held here. This is really scaring me, because the kinds of dreams and the details of what are considered evil about them actually match up pretty closely with the kinds of dreams I have. Shirley tries to explain to me that it is OK for me as a middle-aged man to have dreams about sex, or even for a teenager, but there is something wrong when kids who are four or five are having the same kinds of dreams, and while I am still very nervous about it all, I can admit there may be something to that.

      I'm not sure how the shift occurs, since I ran out of room on the paper to write more down, but in some way connected to all this government kidnapping and dream-related stuff, I soon find myself floating above a circular lake that seems very reminiscent of the avatar fountain in the Runescape clan citadels. I'm just kind of floating there drifting like one of the avatars, except I am myself, and the large circular lake is surrounded by huge skyscraper-like buildings on all sides. I'm hoarse, and have my voice problem, but I am somehow projecting my voice all around the city, anyway.

      I explain that I have both the right and the power to do so, so I have claimed the throne of the city and named myself ruler. Nobody likes this, and people are starting to shout out complaints about this, but I don't really care. On the shore to the northeast is a figure that seems to be out of the movie Tron, with his suit glowing with light, except it is in green, instead of blue. He fires some sort of ray gun at me, but I block the green burst of laser fire with my hand. Unlike what it should do, it doesn't hurt me or assimilate me, or put me under his control or anything ... he simply doesn't have enough power to do anything to me. I'm powerful enough to back up my claim.

      Soon I walk in to the city, heading east. I soon find myself in curved hallways that remind me of a space station like B5 or DS9, and the look is kind of going animated, half between regular animation and computer animation. I find myself facing an old soldier with short-cropped whitish-silver hair. His uniform is all in pink (as opposed to the green of the guy earlier) and I think it is nothing more than a different color to represent a different team. His body shape looks exactly like the old guy from Pixar's Up. He makes to attack me, and I first warn him, then take his gun away from him, and he's rather bummed that he can't take me. By this point, it has a strong feeling of a sort of Wreck-It Ralph feel to everything, like a cross-over world between lots of forms of animation and lots of video games.

      Soon I find myself driving out of the city in a very wild cartoon fashion, as well as in a very wild cartoon vehicle. Strong hints of the Roger Rabbit paddy wagon vehicle the weasels drove in the movie, except I'm driving it, instead. I'm flashing down a tunnel, and one opponent who seems kind of Plasticman or Mr Fantastic-like has spread across the entire tunnel, but I plow right through him. Others are on the roof of the tunnel, trying to drop on my vehicle as I pass, but they get the timing wrong. A couple drop too soon, and have to dive out of the way of my vehicle. The rest wait too long, and hit the road behind me (pancaking), having to dive out of the way of other traffic following.

      As we make it out of the tunnel, and into a more open area, I am swerving all over the place like a crazy man, and like in a cartoon, the road is shifting under me, flying out to the sides, and bunching up under the force of my tires. I'm now running down a hillside that feels like it is from the movie Nightmare Before Christmas, leaving Halloweentown and approaching another world. My car that has been very pumpkin-themed, and has half been being driven by a pumpkin figure is now shifting, and all the Halloween decor is trying to fly off in all directions as the theme changes. I'm not willing to let it go, so I grab the pumpkin / driver figure and hold on to him. I manage to keep hold of him, but he changes, and is now a bobblehead Einstein figure, instead, but he's still driving for me.

      We're now in a lego car, driving through a massive lego city like the kind they build in the various Legoland parks, and I ask him if he'll continue to drive for me. He asks me why, and I try to tell him, but somehow I find I just can't get the words out. Something is constraining me, not letting me explain. I try to force the words out, and it is something about I have to rescue my lady love, whatever world they happen to be holding her in. I'm pretty sure he agrees to help. We're tiny figures in this huge Lego city, but it is all built on a huge table in this room with small offices lining the walls, and as we are talking and driving at high speed, one of the office doors opens, and the Shirley Feeney character walks out, thousands of times bigger than me, since I'm now the size of a Lego figure.