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In Prison

I was in prison. I was wearing an orange overalls and a purple woolly hat I felt like I was in SR2. The prison had cold steel walls that reflected a cool blue it was almost like an ice-prison and the inmates were all in a cult.

The Joker was there and he was the leader of them and he said that they would break free a wall was blown up and I escaped into Stilwater. I got to the Red Light Loft in SR2 and I saw my family, my grandma came up to me and said that there were police there. She was crossed eyed in the dream when she isn't in real-life.

I walked across to where the police were and ran away when I heard the sirens.

Erin, Grandma, and Grandpa. Erin threw a party for me to be a surprise at Grandma and Grandpa's, but it didn't work cause I walked in with Erin knowing and Grandma and Grandpa didn't do a big surprise.

An Asian stadium thing. big formation by 'Master' moving around a lot. Shooting different things with arrows - giant?

Someone and I were in a kitchen and I was high of of diarrheal (diarrhea meds?). And she wanted to be able to fall asleep that easy. Then I pointed to the pills with my feet.

I was drinking Mountain Dew out of a bendable flower cup.

Tiffani talking to me while we're looking in a fridge about how she disagreed with the polocies that the Pastor had to say about sex.

I got a job in a restaurant where all the tables are outside. It was my first time being a waiter, and no one gave me any kind of training. Luckily, the first table I had to take orders from was my grandma's. She brought John and some of her friends. When I got to the table I pulled out a pen and a notepad. I asked each of them what they wanted, but the only ones I can remember were a salad and for some reason cereal. John said "I'll do Brooklyn a favor and have the special cereal," whatever that means. But as I was writing the orders down, my pen kept snapping at the tip, making it increasingly harder to write. I managed to get everything written down and went back inside.

There was a kitchen are that looked like a home's kitchen, with an island in the middle. There were no chefs, so I wondered if I had to cook everything myself. A man who worked there came up behind me and told me I needed to put the order into a machine and it cooked for you. I slipped the paper in next to a rubber chicken and the machine turned on. I could see through the glass that the machine was working, however it was taking a very long time. 3 hours passed and I rushed out of the kitchen with the food. I placed the plates down and apologized for the wait. It was even dark out now, while it was bright daylight before. I expected everyone to be mad, but they seemed like they weren't. It was almost as if I was on time.

This isnt a nightmare persae, but a dream that filled me with horrible emotions and made me sick. (Not literally)

My Grandmother was in hospital. As it turns out it was me who could decide when to pull the plug. My grandma was talking, smiling and looking more alive then ever. But she left an essence of hatrid and betrayal. I saw the plug and pulled it. She died upright mid-sentence. That was all i had ever wanted and it made me feel so satisfied. But then i started crying. Tears of sadness washed down my cheeks. I couldnt speak. I talked with my eyes, trying to show my happiness. I was left in a state of mixed emotions and everything around me became a blur.
I dont recall the ending but I think I leant over her and questioned my life and the people in it.

My mother and I (13 at time) were lying upstairs on my bed. We were laughing and talking when someone opened the door. There was my grandmother poking her head through. I told her to leave but she insisted on acting like a child and making faces. It was there i lost my temper. I pushed her onto a chair in the opposite room. I held her legs down with my knee and held an arm against her upper chest. With my other hand I began to rip her ear off. It came off easily on either end but was harder to rip in the middle. There wasnt a drop of blood. I then threw the ear on the floor.

Ending #1
I felt a sense of satisfaction and went back to my mum. There was a strange aura and I awoke.

Ending #2
After a split second of happiness, I realised I was in big trouble. My mother acted strange and made me uncomfortable. Coming up the stairs were the cops with dogs, flash lights and sirens. I looked out the window. What I saw was the shark infested stormy waters that surround alkatraz prison. I knew I had to jump. My life ended.

I am with a bunch of random people in an airfield. There is some sort of small, insignificant explosion happening about 50 metres away.
It doesn't seem dangerous, and is making some cool patterns in the air. I am recording it with my camera. We are driving in a tour bus, that has no roof or sides. Similar to a luggage carrier.
Then, while looking at the screen of the camera, one of the patterns travels close to us.

Everyone just chuckles. Then one flies and hits one of the passengers. We all scream, even though she is okay.
We speed off. The area is really flat.
At one point I am off the bus, and it continues to travel with everyone else to escape the explosion, even though it's stopped.
I am with two familiar dream characters. Their house was in a previous nuclear disaster dream I've had.

This current dream is happening sometime after that dream, so they have rebuilt and are happily doing things around the house.
The woman shows me something that the guy had made around the back of the house.
There were 5 dummies, that looked very lifelike, lined up on a little ridge of grass. The woman pressed a button and there were explosions underneath the dummies. They were intact.

Later I am inside the house, and I am at a bedside. On the bed is my grandma I didn't know it then, but I was to visit my grandma while she was in hospital for the first time, today.
Next to the bed there is a switch that rotates. I twisted it, and the colour balance of the room changed. The switch had a scale of warm orange to cool teal. That must be the cinematographic part of me
Then I am outside with the two people again, driving along the straight road near the house. On one side of the horizon there is a massive fog cloud. Something to do with the airfield explosion earlier.
I think it caused some catastrophe, like what normally happens at this dream place. I wasn't too worried about them this time.

Did I just discover the place where my subconscious tries to deal with catastrophes in my life?

The other end of the horizon had a massive storm system that was going to have tornadoes. As if this was Tornado Alley in America.
We were debating which way we should take our chances with. We decided for the new fog-related disaster. I've been through the tornado storm before. And it's still there.

We go over a small hill and there is a really long highway bridge over an expanse of water. The fog shrouds the other end of the highway.
I am driving. We head onto the bridge. There are lots of obstacles on the bridge, including a small, yellow oncoming car that stopped.

I can't remember what happened immediately after that, but I woke up not long after.

After reading this, I can relate half the elements in the dream to things that are happening in real life, and the other half to things that happened today, after the dream.

27.07.2011

Bathroom (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

this one starts out with me and my mom talking about her mustang. my vision isn't anything execpt pictures, they appear to be facebook pictures of myself, with the car. in the one i remember, im standing with my arms crossed, looking all cool while my car is in mid air behind me, i think it jumped off of a ramp or something lol. the next thing i remember is being on a city street with my mom and grandma, we're waiting on the walkway to let us go. my grandma sees that there's only like 30 seconds on it, and decides do go anyway. im sure it was 30 seconds because i remember thinking that you're not supposed to start walking when it reaches 30 seconds. for some reason my mom stayed behind, and i didn't see her again. after me and my grandma cross the street, we immediately turn left into this tunnel/walkway. it was made entirely of polished granite, it went downhill, and opened up at another street crossing. the inside was well lit, complete with benches and bathrooms. we went to the bathroom, after a small memory gap, im sitting on top of the bathroom stalls, and me and i think 5 other people that i knew from school are arguing about a rectangular hole in the wall behind me. it was about half a foot tall, and about 10-15 feet long, and went along the floor. some people were saying it didnt go anywhere, some were saying it led to the next room. so i looked through the hole and saw another bathroom, and i stood up and said that it was another bathroom, and that the hole was probably a storm drain or something, since it was downhill, and if i remember correctly, it was on the side facing downhill, so that would make sense

5:30 AM



Previous Home
Found myself out on the curb talking to my old best friend, Danx, and a few other DCs. It was dark and mildly warm outside. It was something of a chance meeting so the conversation dove directly into the "so what'cha bin' up to?" mode. Come to find out, Danx had bin living right around a couple corners on the road where I used to live. Oddly enough, we spent some time debating on where exactly this house was. We talked about what road it was on, where on the road was, how Long ago it was that I had lived there, and what it looked like. I remember saying that I had lived there about six months ago, however in reality It has bin over a year. Not sure what name of the road was in the dream but I think it was the correct name. The other odd thing was the features of the house. In the dream world there was a dome and such that don't exist in the real world. When all was said and done, we both agreed that he was living in my old house.

Lucid at the Airport (used to work at this airport in the rectangular building)
It was a bright, warm summer day just off the end of the runway at the tiny local airport. The was a Large rectangular building further away across a mostly abandoned and gravel cluttered parking lot. On the opposite side of me separating me from the airport was a tall chain-link fence. A familiar set of hills stood just behind the airport with their green oaks, dry brush and golden leaf and grass build up.

I had just walked out of the rectangular building and toward the fence accompanied by my Grandma. She was looking remarkably well and was bright and wise as ever. I don't remember much of the conversation but I remember that I was talking about all of my cares and worries. My Grandma looked at me as she handed me some keys and said "Oh you'll do a good job." (Note: The keys were for a small plane just like my Uncle John might fly and somehow I knew how to fly one in my dream. )

I headed toward the end of the fence in order to get to the airport and my Grandma headed back toward the rectangular building. "She was always so awesome" I thought as the realization that my Grandma had recently passed away and thus I must be dreaming. I remained calm this time and quickly checked my blurry left hand. The dream was fading fast and I felt myself tipping back and rotating sideways. I tried to stabilize by rubbing my hands together but they felt far apart and so I compromised by rubbing my thighs. I woke up anyway. Second lucid experience.

Something about giving away the silver giraffe ring holder Grandma gave me (as a gift for someone else) and worrying that Grandma will feel hurt.

Short fragments here.
My two grandmas were both over, and giving me gifts. I remember something about a pan, which I put in the hallway ontop of a pile of seed. My other grandma got jealous of the attention. I then got given trivia, which was in candy wrappers, in the back room of my house, where we had set up a glass table and some seats (realistic). The candy confused me thoroughly, and I had to think about what was inside, until I decided that the trivia was small pieces of paper rolled up very tightly and wrapped up. I should have RC'd and would have had a lucid. Need more awareness.

I was at my grandma's house and it was some school event. I was on my iPad and I found some secret way to get to Facebook even though I wasn't allowed but then I was gonna post something. But Kristen started walking towards me so I quickly turned it to home screen and she came up to me and I said, "I'm in Mail!" (An e-mail app.) Then I went upstairs and went on the computer but it was not where it was normally at. I wanted to get a peice of gum out of my pocket but I kept forgetting. I remembered again but I once again forgot. The I was going to the bathroom but there were 3 or 4 cats in there so I had to kick them away. Once they ran out there was a big yellow spot on the carpet so I'm like, "What the heck!"

I was watching my dog in my backyard, Brandy. She was barking at something behind the yard and then I turned and in the slider door, I saw a reflection of some boy video taping her.

I was on some bus that you would see like in Australia. Emily was there and she stuck her foot out. It was in a sexy blue sock and I was rubbing it. Then she started to rub my *lower area* and it felt soo good. (Could've gotten worse if I was lucid... haha )

I don't remember much of this dream. My grandma visited us but nothing else happened. I only remember a tiny bit but I won't bore you with it.

3/11-12. 1. Looking at Chucks. Dickies store? Selling for $50 (I'm not exactly sure if this was from tonight, but I remembered it when I went to a store that sold shoes today. Could have been from the night before, or 2 days ago [been horrible lately abut writing dreams down right when I wake up])

In a house and I’m sitting on the floor, beige. Dad and I then walk around the house, like it’s a tour. It’s Gma V’s house. I’m wearing an SCBA mask for some reason, purge the bypass. There’s quite a bit of remodeling work being done. Lots of art, glasswork, and pictures around and on the being of being clutter, like a mansion. Then there’s stuff that’s broken or stolen. Gma knows who it is. I examine a broken glass piece. Outside and see some windows broken out, 2 story house. Then I’m lying on my stomach and there’s a super deep hole in the ground and other people are stuck on ledges. I’m a little uncomfy on that edge so scoot back a little. Christopher Loyd (Doc from Back to the Future) falls. We start to turn off the lighting for some reason. We get a system of 2x4’s set up and they’re placed in a certain order and they help pull up the people trapped. It’s my job to put the boards in the correct spot (I have had this dream before about the mine shaft, Doc falling in, and the board system). Then Herman Munster (from The Munsters) is helping us out. Then we’re on some plains, looks like Stonefield from Rift, and there’re these pins I have to stick in the ground to keep monsters away. I’m examining the tag and pin because the pin goes into the center of the tag, but looks like it barely stays on and could come off easily. Then the pin and tag have turned into the guy from Inglourious Basterds, the one that says, “How fun!” He’s in a tank and is stiff like an action figure, the tag is his base, like a plastic Army man. He’s kind of yelling at his tank crew about something

I dreamt that I was in a bookstore. First I saw Cathy Cassidy, a lady I used to go to church with, and she gave me a hug and said she missed me. Then I saw my grandma. (She died in December; before that, she had severe Alzheimer's for years) She hugged me, too, and we talked for a while, and she wanted to get some movies and watch them together, and I woke up because I really, really miss her.

I was at, once again, my old farm where I grew up called Talla Bena. The dream was very hazy, as I don't have very great dream recalling skills. Me and my grandma were inside and heard sirens, so we went out into the fornt yard to investigate. All i remembered from that part were some giant police cars roaming around the yard. Later, we went out the back door and saw more enourmous police cars. They had no driver, and one veered off to come over towards us. We asked the car what was going on, but it ignored us and turned away.

The scene changed, I was in an area similar to the place where the National Quidditch tournaments are held in harry Potter. It was a slightly cleared area of woods, and there were some tents around us with people coming in and out, holding drinks. My big sister was with me, and so was my mom, although I didn't see either of them until later, I just knew they were there, maybe heard their voice. Somehow i know my sister is pregnant. (She already has a baby and is not currently pregnant again) A shifty looking man in his early 60s slithers over. he is thin and wiry and has lots of facial hair. He asks if we want to buy some fireworks. We decline and he moves on.

The scene shifts to where I am walking through a similar place with just my sister. i feel very calm and warm because even though we used to despise each other, now we love each other loads. We are talking about something pleasant and then a red bowling ball with a trailing ribbon rolls out of the trail ahead. It stops, leaving a long strand of ribbon behind it. More roll out, crisscrossing all over the ground. The shady man comes out again and yanks on a ribbon, and the whole network erects itself into a canopy. All of a sudden there are pounds and pounds of fireworks inside of the open thing, laying all over the ground. I walk forward, stepping on them, to examine them. They are all different shapes and colors, a bronze fleur de lis sticks out in my head. The man gets all up in my grill and I decline again.

I am now in the car again with my sister, riding shotgun, going over the Causeway bridge. Once again, I felt welcome and cozy with her. Then I have a sudden image of a silhouette of myself jumping in the air and clicking my heels in front of a window. The window doesnt have scenery outside, it has graduated red to blue, with white dots in between.

Now I am in a huge commercial building with my father. There are about 438474099 escalators in every direction, and as many people. I suddenly

am lucid. I don't feel the dream is too stable, though, so I make the best of my surroundings and start jumping off of the escalators and floating down. unfortunatly I feel myself waking up because my eyesight is suddenly blinded by light, I can see the dream fading. Then it quits, and with quickly fading lucidity, I realize I must get back to my dad. I look around and find him a few escalators away.

There is a line of escalator people blocking my way, but kindly, this rather large young boy steps aside so I can jump down and see my dad.

Then I am on my grandmas bed....Sketching pictures of my vagina. Not in a weird, sexual way, but it was actually because I had wanted to draw the human body more often earlier that day. (im not very good at drawing people) I guess that some how worked its way into my dreams. Surprisingly, the pictures were very good. O_O

Then I was in class, and my science partner claimed she was pregnant.