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Dreams were just blurry fragments. Typing as much as I remember
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The flood.

So I was at my grandparents house. They had just ordered some new exercising gadgets such as a treadmill and such. The delivery men just left them on the yard there. We went and tried out that every one of them was functional. Then went in to eat for a while. But when came back to see the outside, there was a 3m high flood there. I went there swimming to retrieve all the gadgets. Came back with a couple of them at a time. Retrieved them all in the end. I think this might've done something

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Norwegian lesson.

So I just started a new course, norwegian. So here I was in class and the teacher told us all to get our netbooks up. Everybody else got it easy but mine bugged. The guy gave us a few minutes to achieve a certain goal with this one program. I had difficulties because I couldn't get mine working, but I eventually managed to do it within the last couple of minutes there. I talked to a couple of the other students, who had apparentl ybeen raised to speak swedish, and could speak swedish, finnish, and english. I wondered that they must have it easy with this all because the two languages are very similar. They told me it's still difficult.

There was man in a cave. For some reason it started turning into a monster type figure, though he
wasn't evil.

He slowly started walking out of the cave. In the middle of the cave was a kind of cave doorway
without a door. As the creature approached the cave doorway, sideways stalagtites grew like
cave teeth to block its passage.

Trapped in the cave now, the creature turned around to go back in the cave. With his back to the
toothy, sideways stalagtite protrusions, the creature grew wings on the outside of the new cave growth
while he was on the inside. He was now trapped exactly in place.

I thought there might be some way to free him just by busting up the rock.

This was about the strangest dream I've ever had.


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Someone had robbed a bank. I ended up with the get-away car with two bags of money in the back.
An old ex friend stopped a truck in front of me so I couldn't get away. He knew I had robbed the bank.

He pointed a strange gun at me and told me not to move. My windshield fogged up and I thought about
my situation. I decided I would rather die than go to jail. As the fog cleared, I told the guy my decision.
I backed the car just waiting to be shot, but he never did.

I drove away and drove into a warehouse. Dream skip ~ The dock door was shut behind me.
I saw a trailer from an 18 wheeler outside. It couldn't fit in the warehouse. This is residue from my last job driving a truck. I didn't remember driving the trailer, and wondered if it was full of money.

All of a sudden, it was like a bedroom, but I was still in the warehouse. Someone had set up there bedroom in the warehouse as if they were going to live in it. Then they came around and I was hiding.

Dream skip ~ I am knocking on a door and opening it to see if it is OK to come in. It is my grandparents house. They are very old. I shouldn't have been bothering them. They are gone in real life and I think my subconscious was incorporating that into my feelings.

They were so old that they couldn't enjoy grand-kids. The end of like was a great burden and they couldn't
enjoy other things.

03-07-11 Testing out MILD for the first time produced an interesting result. I used the mantra “question reality – become aware”. After a while the mantra did start popping up fairly automatic. I am dreaming and I am continuously shifting between a scenario in the university campus I just took an evening walk in and a Diablo themed setting, from the catacombs with Diablo actually there. In the dream I am walking along a pathway paying attention to the foliage on the side. It is dark throughout the dreams. I think I may be lucid at certain times, but it is for very brief moments and I have limited recall of them.

The mantra keeps sounding in my head and I think I may be verbalising it as well. the first time I notice I am drifting in and out of sleep is when I am walking on the side of the road, after I hear the mantra I start checking, but the dream fades to “hypnagoic imagery” with the difference that I have no bodily perceptions and the background theme is a lot brighter than when I normally observe these images, still I am convinced that I am falling asleep and not dreaming. A common theme for these images would be the appearance of Diablo in the catacombs with me living the character actually being there, though sort of a birds eye perspective. When this happens I keep repeating the mantra and I would “wake up” back in the university park somewhere. I am stupid enough to believe that it was the place I was attempting to fall asleep.

This happens maybe 3-4 times and on the last time waking up in the university park I am naked or partially naked at least, I am wearing yellow boxers. I take routes that carry me over the grass I am trying to get somewhere home(ish). I run into a person I know from back home, he is passing by on a bike with one of his mates and I tell them not to pay attention to me. I am starting to get a feel for where I am headed and I have a remote in my hand that will teleport me to the nearest street light or something similar. When I get close to one the light of it flickers and I click the remote to sure enough pop over there.

I start walking across a path until I get to a point where I can see that my Mother's sister and her husband is packing up the car. Oh that is right they said they would be leaving soon. I briefly mention to them “so you are leaving now are you” don't know if I get a response or not, but the dream goes on. I am now talking to my grandparents who are sat outside a tent. My grandmother is picking on me saying something like “so it is OK to come home at 9 o clock is it?” I realise she means nine in the morning and I am a bit surprised that I have been gone that long. I start looking around and it is dark, like really dark, which wouldn't fit the time of nine in the morning. I start a discussion with them about this, and although my grandmother disagrees my granddad start coming around to the idea of it being overly dark.

There is another shift and now I am back at my computer in a room that is very different to mine, but it is still my room. I am at the computer and now all the Diablo shit that has happened seems to happen at once on the computer. I am fairly surprised for two reasons, firstly he shouldn't be in the catacombs, secondly I know the other times it has happened have just been HHs. He is running at me and hitting me so quickly, other monsters join the fight, they all die except him and in the end I run out of healing pots and die as well.

Notes: I wake up feeling really disheartened, for not realising I am dreaming although the mantra was clearly carried over. roughly 2-2.5 hours have passed in sleep so the REM period wouldn't have been that long. Now when thinking about it the next day, it is probably not that bad of a first attempt.
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I am in a race of sorts, where we all have to pick up a racing car with varying abilities and proficiencies, a bit like Mario carts. My vehicle is a mixture of a pig and an insect, and I know it isn't the fastest available, but I get a good start. At a point in the race I stop to marvel at I believe it is John Cleese, who is lifting his cart up to the second floor within a moving truck and running it through it so he can get out on the other side. I don't know why he is doing this, but the action does seem somewhat rational, like he might have picked up a card from a deck that tells him to do this.
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I am talking to someone about some activity that will excuse me from social interaction, and I tell people I like it, besides that it means that I can shower up to 5 times a day which is good.
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I am at a construction site, a big one and I ma there to test the lift going up to the roof where the actual construction is taking place. As I walk out I am a bit uncertain and frightened because there are no rails, it would be easy to fall down. I walk into the building and I get the impression that it is a stadium they are constructing. I notice that I have actually gone over an area where you can see down to the ground and it would be possible to fall between the pieces of wood supposed to hold the roofing so I quickly find a more suitable place to stand.

I speak with one of the people working there, and all of a sudden I am employed as a worker. I know I have no expertise in this area so I tell them, that they need to instruct me for whatever they want me to do.

We are putting on the roofing, it is made of plastic, it is blue and the way it works is that you slide your new piece under the one that has already been put down and make them sort of click together in a trench. I ask if gloves would be needed for that and the guy currently putting out pieces tells me it would help as the otherwise there is a risk of injuring your hand.

He tells me that he will probably need me to crawl out over the edge again and start putting down pieces out there. He then say that he probably wouldn't ask me to crawl in such an unsafe location, but I tell him that I don't mind. I have done worse when I was little and besides that the pieces of wood are so close together that it is difficult to fall through, yet I am a bit nervous still.

skip

I am on the ground with a piece of roofing and I am explaining to one of my mates that it is a different type of plastic than your average shed roof. It is more resilient and difficult to penetrate.

I am in the kitchen at my old house. Grandpa and Grandma are sitting across from me (at the wall side), and my brother is on my right (towards the dining room). Grandpa wants me to finish my dinner, although I am strangely full and am having difficulty doing so. I eat slowly, but I mostly push around my peas and wild rice (beef-flavoured). Grandpa says that he could have taken us to a biking fundraiser instead, but my brother and I quickly agree that he made the right decision not to go.

Either before this, or after, I am am in a forest. Part of it is on fire, because an angry nymph has sought revenge against humans. A witch is also chasing me, and eventually I end up at a cliff by a waterfall. She grabs me and jumps off it, saying something about ending a curse for her and starting one for me. I manage to survive (she disappears), although I hadn't expected to. I swim around in the pool before appearing at the top of a rocky river with my brother. We're both in bare feet, and as we attempt to climb down to the water of the river, I remark that we should have worn our sandals for traction and protection (the rocks are slippery). There are huge scallop shells in the river. I want to take them, but I am afraid there might be a crustacean inhabiting it already. Some of the shells have odd designs, like leopard spots and zebra stripes. At one point, I tell my brother that I am now [other name] (because of what the witch did to me) and prefer to be called that.

Then, I am at my cottage, walking up and down the lawn. It is a beautiful day, and the grass is a healthy green; however, there is an unusual number of insects. I watch as a quintet of dragonflies zoom past me. I walk under one of the oak trees, which is by the ferns across from the door (although no such tree exists). I accidentally angry a hornet's nest, and a large bumblebee starts chasing me! I swat it repeatedly with the back of my hand even though I am terrified of being stung. At one point, in the middle of the lawn (by the cabin), I pin it between the backs of my hand and shake, hoping again that it doesn't find a way to sting me. I fling it away and run for the cottage door, hearing an angry buzz behind me. I open the door and close it again just in time. My mother is at the stove, preparing lunch. I tell her about the bee.

I went to go visit my grandparents who happened to live in South Dakota in this dream. When I got there, I met with my grandparents, my dad's wife, my step cousin Dylan and my friend Courtney. We set up this huge projector-like screen and started playing a Wii game on it(New Super Mario Bros. :3). I introduced Courtney to Dylan and made sure we all knew each other. Then out of nowhere, we were at my house playing the same game as before, in my living room. Courtney was playing the game this time while sitting on my lap and I kept getting her killed

Date: 09-07-10
Length: 30 Minutes
Vividness: 10/10

I was at my Chinese grandparents house in France and I remember this because Marin was leaving to go see my dad.
My girlfriend Dakota, and her ex, who is also my friend Davis was there too for some reason.
Dakota decided she'd rather be with Davis, and I was crying and asking her why.
She said, "I don't know, it just seems better right now".
She asked if we could maybe get back together later.

My sister, mom and I were in the car, and I told my mom about it.
She said, "It is probably the best thing to do right now".
I felt so alone and betrayed, I couldn't take it.
I woke up feeling so relieved it was a dream.

-frenchblablabla

Date: 07-30-10
Length: 2 Days
Vividness: 6/10

The first place I remember being is at my Chinese grandparent's house, except everything was a lot bigger.
Dakota (my girlfriend) was there with me, as well as a couple other people whom I forget.
We were hanging out, but I remember feeling frustrated at some point, so I believe Dakota and I were arguing.

Some events passed, of which I don't remember, and we wound up in a chapel, just the two of us, and a priest.
We asked the priest to marry us, so he began the ceremony.
We were both so happy walking down the aisle and getting married together, bound to spend the rest of our lives with each other.

More events that I don't recall passed, and I found myself on a bike, Dakota gone, on my way to my new house, where I currently live.
I got there and my 7th grade Life Science teacher (Mr. Croshaw) sneezed into his hand.
I was about to shake his hand, but he told me to shake his left one instead of the right.
I walked inside the house with my mom, and she began telling me about how Mr. Croshaw had to look at dead animals every time he shook hands with anyone.
I believe my dream ended there, but as it was fading, I felt a feeling of being worried that me and Dakota could never have a real wedding with our family.


This was the first dream I ever wrote down in a dream journal.

-frenchblablabla

I was in a store owned by my father's parents. In waking life, I only met my grandmother on his side.
I was buying a bunch of stuff, but I couldn't get past my selection of a candy. They owned a candy store in NY when my dad was a kid.

I don't know what the other stuff was that I was trying to buy, but I was looking at the coins. Some looked old.

Soon I was discussing becoming a salesman for the store. I was considering it, but I'm not a very good salesman. I tried to explain why I'm not a good salesman by using and umbrella as an example. I explained
something about it and why I would not be good.

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I was with a woman I don't know in real life. She was really sexy, and I was trying to see her breasts.
She was willing, kind of, but not then.

Then my grandfather on my mother's side came in. He told me to get some work done. I started cleaning up the place. I was disappointed I could not pursue my female friend. I saw more old coins.

I had an Indian head penny and another that was half the size. Both had a face value of one cent, but the smaller one reminded me of the half cents that the gov. used to mint.

The regular sized Indian head had the word Kenworth on it. That is a make of tractor (trailer). I asked my cousin Jeff about it. He thought it was odd also.

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I was in a car with Shadow27. He wasn't happy about something. I heard his voice and it sounded so familiar, though I have never met him.

Dream - Lucid

I was at some weird amusement park. I’m not sure what was going on, it was kind of videogame-esque. I remember seeing characters climbing these ladders to get to the top of something. Some of them kept falling, but would catch a ladder before they hit the ground.

I also remember some type of indoor roller coaster. We were trying to get to a part of the coaster that they were going to use, but decided not to. I knew it was probably a dead end, but we tried anyway. We opened up this passageway that looked like a mouth, and we were going into a throat. We rode the coaster to the end. Sure enough, at the end there was another mouth, but not more tracks. We had reached a dead end. I was wondering how we would get back. I remember the whole time a female voice was guiding the process and making suggestions.

The last thing I remember is watching the roller coaster car exit through the water through a tunnel topped with a flock of cartoon vultures. Their talons formed the tunnel.

~

I remember a dream about band camp. I remember being outside. Then something about Ryan and I talking about getting married.

~

I was watching myself in 3rd person, but it didn’t look like me. I, however, knew it was me. It was almost like a movie. I was taller with long, black hair. Some of it was pulled back. I was wearing a green dress that reminded me of the 50’s. I was pregnant with Ryan’s baby. Someone was measuring my stomach. I seemed happy. I thought that I had quit smoking by now since I was so far along. The belly looked almost like there was a pillow under my dress.
I then remember going to a gym to work out. I was self-conscious about myself, since I was pregnant. I saw my exposed belly, because I was wearing a sports bra (all of this is still in 3rd person) as I got on a treadmill. Then, I noticed the lady next to me was pregnant too. She had a lot of zig-zagged scars on her belly though. I then knew that she had had a lot of abortions, and the scars were from that.

Then, I was back in 1st person and myself again. I was with Ryan, overlooking what was supposed to be my grandparents’ house. It was overlooking a lake. There was also a walkway from the house that went out into the lake; it looked like it was made out of random floating objects. I recalled a story to Ryan about how my grandparents liked to go out and sit at the end of the walkway, but my grandma had gotten so old, that she couldn’t walk out there anymore, and my grandpa had to carry her. I was very sad as I recalled this, and I cried.

~

I was lying in Ryan’s bed. It was morning. I knew I was dreaming, and started to feel myself leave my body, as if I was having an OBE almost. I opened my eyes, and my vision was super distorted; one of my eyes was seeing one perspective and the other eye was seeing something else. It was like…one of my eyes was seeing out of my real eye, and the other out of a dream eye. Holy crap it was weird. That kept happening over and over again. I kept going back “in” my body, and feeling sleep paralysis overcome me, and I would “re-enter” the dream (even though I was already dreaming). I’d get up, and my vision was always distorted. I kept trying to fix it by saying to myself “Detach to your dream body, detach to your dream body…”, but I couldn’t fix my vision.

Then, I remember getting up again in this strange state, with my vision all distorted. I could see my nose at the end of my face, but when I lifted my hands into my field of effed-up vision, I couldn’t see them at all. I did this again at some point soon after this, and tried to poke my finger through my hand. This is where things get real trippy. I saw two sets of my hands; one that looked solid that my finger wouldn’t go through, and then another almost out to the side that was transparent, that my finger would go through. Then, I saw that second set of hands again in a black space. They were merely outlines of hands filled with tiny blue dots. I thought that this was something astral, but I wasn’t sure. The whole thing was very strange.

Then, I remember getting up again, and worrying that I was acting out everything that I was dreaming. Ryan would think I was absolutely crazy. I worried about that for awhile. Then, I remember getting up and Ryan being awake. He pointed to a spot on the bed that looked like poo. He told me I did that. I said really? I did? And he said no, he was just kidding. O_O

Then, I remember being in my strange lucid/whatever the fuck kind of state I was in again. I was trying to leave my “real” body to enter my dream body again. I remember Dr. D, my data analysis teacher being there. I was trying to show her and some other people that I was lucid, that it was a dream, and I could do some really crazy things. I started to phase myself through tons of different surfaces; I remember one being chain-link fence. It felt weird to phase through that. The surfaces appeared one after the other after the other.

I then remember getting a grade sheet back from Dr. D about what I did. There were two grades on there: An A and a B. Next to the A she wrote something about how great of a teacher I was. The B didn’t say anything next to it, but I think it was my grade on how I was phasing through all that stuff.

The weird thing is, I knew I was dreaming in the dream, but I didn't know I was dreaming that I was dreaming...does that make sense? I have no idea what to make of that; I was lucid, but it was a weird state of lucidity. o_O

April 17, 2011

Notes
Went to bed at 2am, woke up at 12, laid in bed half awake until 1pm. Woke up with a headache. Motifs of foreboding, weird adventures, gloomy days, family. Lately, I've had a lot of ominous, weird dreams. Usually my dreams are more carefree. Also I didn't have even one lucid dream this weekend, which is unusual. Something's going on?

Entry 005
I'm in the basement of my grandparent's house. For some reason the entire basement is made up of sand and dirt, and off in the corner there is a dock in an underground ocean that seems to stretch on forever. I'm with my cousin, Sam. We're told to dig. The door upstairs disappears. As we're digging, we strike some kind of artifact. It looks like an egyptian canopic jar with a hawk's head as a lid. The hawk's eyes glint at me. My cousin and I step away; there is something ominous and threatening about the artifact. As we step away we see a woman in the corner of the room. Her body is blackened and decaying, and strips of moldering gauze hang from her black hair and limbs. We're suddenly aware that this woman is the guardian of this artifact, and that she will kill whomever she sees as a threat, more often males than females. I block Sam from sight, my arms stretched wide in defense. We back up as far as we can go, all the way down the dock. The woman is floating several inches from the ground, slowly following us to the corner we've driven ourselves into. The closer she comes, the more I am aware of how beautiful she is. Despite her decayed appearance, there is something beautiful about her presence, like a vengeful goddess or valkyrie. She is before us now. She pauses, turns a gleaming eye upon me, then my cousin. And she is gone.

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I'm with my grandparents in their house, but for some reason my grandparent's in this instance are japanese instead of caucasian. They're having dinner and they want me to stay with them, but I can't, I have something important to do. They lay out the food, all of my favorites. They're trying to entice me to stay with them, to stay there forever. I feel tempted, but I can't stay here, there's something else...

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I'm on a beach. I'm standing in between two canoes filled with rowers. We're at a rowing competition and I'm the coach for the team on my left. As I'm giving the rowers some hot chocolate to energize them (dreams make no sense) before the big match, some one comes up to me and tells me that adding red pepper to the drinks will help them to get more energy. I don't ask any questions, why would they lie to me? I give my rowers the hot chocolate with red pepper in it. The match starts, but for some reason I'm distracted and I head up to a shack not too far from the beach where the competition is going on. The shack is on a squat kind of cliff that overlooks the sea. As I reach the top, the sky starts to look overcast and the sea is getting rough. I enter the shack. It's pitch black in here. Even though the door is open, the light somehow can't penetrate the darkness of the hut. I walk a couple steps into the house and stop suddenly when something grabs my ankle. I look down, it's the photographer of the event, clearly dying. Blood is frothing around his mouth, pouring out of his chest, puddling on the ground and he's gasping desperately. He tells me everything is a plot, that someone is planning something sinister. I rush back out to the beach. My team has lost, but I expected that after what the photographer said. This loss isn't important, there's something much bigger going on...

I awaken.

Grandfather's Ph.D.

We are at my grandparents' house. My mother and I are discussing my Grandfather's attempt to get a Ph.D. "Why not?" we say, "he has already published 8 books." I look at a bookshelf of books, all written by my grandfather.

Yeah, that's it. What kind of dream recall was that?!

Original Date: 2/21/10
Type: Fragment/Family - Non Lucid
Dream:
(there were a couple of dreams I had, so this is a fragment runoff, the last of about 3-4)
First I was in a store shopping for baby clothes with some women who just had a baby girl, she was standing there with the stroller. Next thing I was at some house, and my grandma arrived from somewhere like a trip because someone was saying "She's here!", there was another girl there (I think maybe the girl who just had the baby) and she was in the kitchen. Then I remember me and possibly my mom (but later turned into my Grandma P) appeared at a different house. I remember hearing her make a comment about how the other girl at the old house was going to have to unload the big trucks filled with all of Grandma P's things by herself (and I felt pity for her, wanted to go back and help her, but I couldn't). Outside of this house there was a portion of maybe a wrought iron fence and on it was hanging some necklace, like red velvet and gold. I picked it up and brought it in the house, my Grandma P was standing at the door looking displeased. Then I remember a feeling of needing to prepare for something. And then we were in the kitchen and my Grandpa S was there and there was a huge box of sweet cream butter that we were unpacking into the fridge, I was taking out of the box and handing to someone who would put it into the fridge. The weird thing was I was pulling them out and the packages were opened and some was missing, like someone was eating as I was putting it away, then the butter started to be colorful as I took it out. Bright green ones, pink ones and blue ones. My Grandpa S started asking me questions about my boyfriend, like he was trying to tease me, I was a little reluctant, he was hinting about being married and I remember telling him that he is divorced and has two little boys. Then I heard my Grandpa S say he was hungry, telling my Grandma P and next I see him with a roast boiling in a coffee pot in front of my face. I say to him "I like to make chicken with vegetables, take chicken breast and season it..." and my Grandpa S cuts me off saying "Chicken!? Naw I don't want that healthy stuff!" and I say "Well Grandpa, I have to eat healthy now, or I won't make it to live as long as you." And he got quiet and said "Well, that's true".

Objective Context:
I have been thinking a lot about my grandparents on both sides of my family and feeling somewhat stressed that I have not seen my family in over a year. I used butter in cooking last night, and I make pork roast and kraut yesterday for dinner. I also interpreted dreams yesterday about someone's Grandfather and having a baby.

Age of Dream Ego: 26

Feelings:
Neutral, like a little workhorse, connected, familiarity

I was in someone's house. I was in the kitchen with a heavy blonde haired lady. The kitchen was white, very clean, very cookie-cutter. For some reason I knew her as one of my exes mothers. I was asking her something, but accidently called her Mrs. Coburn (name of my old gym teacher). I apologized and addressed her as Mrs. Ridge. She asked me if I wanted a ride to my mother's wedding. Suddenly her hair turned black and she looked like my old english teacher. I declined, but thanked her anyways.

I was at my house with my grandparents. I was packing for summer camp, which I had the next day. I asked my grandmother if I could bring one of her blankets. The one she was folding had some sort of superhero on it. She hesitated and said I had to be careful. I said that I could just get one on the way to my mother's wedding.

I have a vague memory of doing a reality check during a dream, and counting only 9 fingers. I can't remember anything else about that one.

The Fashion Show

I am at my old high school. This building is a lot bigger though. There is a fashion show going on, in which there are a lot of nice looking girls. I spend some time hanging out with them, and it becomes some kind of computer program where I complete certain tasks to get points. For example, I talk to a girl and get an amount of points, then I take her out and get some more points. Eventually I have enough points to "buy" a girlfriend. Oh yeah, the "points" are also pickled jalapeno peppers, if that makes any sense at all.

After the flirting/dating/computer game/ jalapenos/ experience, I go to find a bathroom. There is one down the hall on my left. I look at the sign to see if it is the men's or women's, but it is difficult to read. I can see the word "men's" I think. I walk in, and enter the area with stalls. An older woman comes walking out, and looks at me funny. Realizing my mistake, I quickly leave. Examining the sign on my way out, I see that it actually says "women's" but the "wo" part is wearing off.

Smoking Grandfather

We go to visit my grandfather. He has a lung ailment, but has taken up smoking. He seems to think that chain smoking will help him feel better. We try to convince him that it is suicidal for him to do this, but he claims the cigarettes are harmless. He offers my brother and myself a smoke.

Walking around the top of some mall, my mother and I discuss why my grandfather thinks smoking would make him feel better. I say it is becuase nicotine numbs the nerve endings in his lungs, making them feel better.

I try to convince my grandfather to stop, but instead he just stops taking his pills.

The Drinking Contest

I am in a Dairy Queen. They are having an advertizement for new treats in their freezer (I mean the advertizement is in the freezer; it's a live action commercial).

"You've seen all these old treats" says the narrator. "Remember when this was new?" They show some things like an ice cream cake and a Dilly Bar, as well as some frozen canned whipped cream I have never seen before. "But now it's just the same old same old. Well, there's a new treat in town!" The other things are pushed aside, and a giant cake is dropped down, taking their place. It is green, and covered in lots of icing. Upon it's being sliced open, it is found to be filled with frozen coconut filling.

"Just in time for the Super Bowl, it's a -- Day Cake! [the -- was some name like McNabb, I don't think it was him but it was a celtic name famous in football] It is now being offered at a great price. Or, you can win this cake for free! All you have to do is be here on McNabb's Day (I guess it is some sort of holiday) and drink beer! That's right, you drink beer for 13 hours. Here's the thing - you have to be drinking beer the whole time, and no bathroom breaks can be taken. If you're still here at the end, you get the cake for free!"

A few people seem to be interested in this deal. Next to me is a table of really good looking girls.

"Heck," says one of them, "We'll just wait here until McNabb's Day starts. It's just an hour or so."

I sit down next to her, and put my arm around her. For some reason my mother shows up and sits on the other side of her. The girls begin talking about how much they like to drink, and how great it will be to have free beer all day long. They seem to think drinking constantly for 13 hours is easy.

I start talking to my mother, loud enough so that they can overhear. "What do you think would happen to someone who drank beer constantly for 13 hours?" I say.

"I don't know," says my mother, "but it can't be good".

"I would think you'd get alcohol poisoning," I say. The girls seem to take no heed. I pull the girl next to me a little closer, and give her a hug. I am honestly worried about her. "Here is my prediction. By this time tomorrow night there will be at least one alcohol related death because of this contest."

"I think you're right," says my mother.

I now see in my mind's eye the scene of an accident, and someone being loaded into an airplane.

Strange Goings-on at my Grandparents'

We are having a family get together at my grandparents' house. It is getting to be late at night, and my brother goes back to bed. My aunt decides to play a trick on him, and changes into a bikini top. She undoes the strings at the bottom, so it looks as though she is in the process of taking it off. Then she goes into my brother's bedroom, pretending to be a strange woman who wandered in from the street.

Fixing the Computer

(This may have been a continuation of the last dream, or not. I don't quiet remember. It's one of those that isn't so coherent.)

Bobcats never let go once they have hold of you. My little cat thinks it's a bobcat at times, but at other times it is just like a kitten. I pet it, but then someone makes it think it's a bobcat. It grabs my hand with it's teeth and claws, getting a wild look in its eyes. I start singing to it, treating it like a little kitten again. It let's go of my hand.

Now somebody has the cat on his shoulder, and is climbing and running along the top of a moving train. It is a daredevil.

Now I am in a room somewhere. There are lots of children walking by on a field trip. They have to line up at the door, and they set their books down in front of me. I look at them, and see they are doing the same thing I did when I was their age.

A telephone rings in the room I am in. A woman answers the phone. "It's for you," she says, "it's Client #9".

"Client #9?" I say, "uh, that doesn't sound right." I pick up the telephone. I should have known. It's my uncle, who likes to pretend he is weird people when calling family and freinds. He asks if I'm busy, and if I can help work on my Grandfather's computer.

Now I am at my Grandfather's house with his computer. It has a small problem, but Dell wants over $1,000 to fix it.

"$1,000?!" I say, "at the most, you'll just have to get a new CPU, or maybe just a new motherboard."

Now my brother goes to bed. I have my laptop running, and it's been running all day. I decide I had better shut it down.

Working for Rush

I get a new job, working for Rush Limbaugh. He is explaining how the job works.

"When I'm on the mic," he says, "I don't know whether someone is doing their job or not. I don't go around and see how much or how well people are working. What I do is look at their desk. If your desk is clean, you are a good employee."

I look around the office. Everybody has a nice, perfectly clean desk. I sit down at my desk, and try to organize my things to look nice as well.