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Its more of a fragment than a full dream.

I was in my house with Scott Pilgrim and Ramona Flowers. I was playing "Party Tonight" on what looked like an electric guitar it was a bit rusty but it came out alright.. I then switched to bass and performed the bass battle from when Scott fought Todd.

Awful, awful recall last night. To be honest it makes sense - i'd been drinking at a party, fell asleep at 1am, so y'know.

1) All I remember was my friend Greg.W were talking again about our guitar lessons (IRL, we were talking about it yesterday). We both haven't had a guitar lesson yet, and in the dream he told me that all I needed to take to the lessons was my guitar, lead and distortion pedal. My distortion pedal was my BOSS OS-2, it looked the same in the dream. I was happy that I had to bring it, to show it off as you don't normally get asked to bring it.

2) I was out with Amy...that's it.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some place that looked like a living room. But there were a lot of people there. The living room was lit with natural light, which came in through a big window off to my left. I sat along a wall with a lot of other people. In front of the window may have been some boxes or cases, like guitar cases.

A tall, white man with shoulder-length, brown hair walked up to one of the guitar cases and picked it up. (Or he may have brought a guitar case to the window and sat it down.) It looked like the man was struggling a bit with the guitar and case. So I got up to help the man.

I found that I was really of no help at all. I tried to grab one end of the case and just dropped it. The case was really heavy! Somehow the man managed to arrange the case or pick it up or something.

I knew the guitar was the man's guitar. I knew the man was in a band, so that he was out playing this guitar all the time. I asked the man, "No offense, don't take this the wrong way. But -- how can you play a guitar like that for a whole show?" By this time the man had the guitar out and was tuning it. I continued, "I can barely lift the thing. How can you carry it for a whole show?"

The man may have made some comment to me about how I shouldn't be so lazy, and how it wasn't so hard to carry the guitar.

I got a closer look at the guitar. It was made up of a lot of gagues and meters, like for some kind of electrical reading apparatus. The strings and tuning knobs themselves looked more like high-tech machine parts than guitar parts.

The man had started playing something. An old woman came up to me, as if to dance with me to the music. The old woman was just a bit shorter than I, with a big, round hairstyle of dyed-bright-red hair. She was slightly tan, with slightly wrinkled skin. She wore black sunglasses and some kind of white, soft, leather jacket.

I spun the old woman around a few times. But I started to wonder if everybody around me would think I was in love with this old woman, since I was dancing with her.

I sat in the room, in the dark. A light shone on the wall across from me. It was like a round spotlight. It shone on two or three spots of a map. The spots may have moved around. The map showed countries, possibly like in Europe. The colors of the countries were probably pink, purple, and orange.

I was standing up again, in the daylight again, and possibly dancing with another person, possibly my brother or sister.

Dream #2

I was in a place like a zoo or some kind of national park. It was daytime. The light was slightly pale, the sky may have been partly cloudy, and the air cool and a little breezy. I had just walked away from some group of people, possibly my family, or maybe a group of friends. I think I went away from them so I could go get my shoes.

I was walking on a wide, stone-tile path. There were big groups of people all over the place. Off to my left was an asphalt path that went back through a moderately wooded area, up a small hill, possibly to some mansion at the top of the hill. I kept going forward.

I walked past long stretches of benches that ran along the curves of the wide stone-tile path. There were crowds of people standing and lounging around, and crowds of people sitting on the benches.

Toward the end of one of the stretches of benches I saw an old friend from high school, Michelle, who I hadn't thought about in years. She looked a lot different. She had short hair, buzzed all around the sides, with just a flip of dyed-blue hair for a kind of bangs-effect. She wore a blue hoodie and blue jeans. She may have been sitting with a girl, who may have been her girlfriend.

I was happy to see Michelle again, and I called to her. I may actually have thought she was one of my cousins. I had to keep on going -- I had to find my shoes -- but I yelled out to Michelle, as I passed her, that I'd stop to talk to her when I got back.

This path had apparently run along the edge of a cliff or steep slope, which was off to my right. The path went down a gentle slope just past where I saw Michelle. I must have gotten down to the bottom of the slope.

In my mind's eye I saw my shoes: they were old, worn out, brown leather shoes, almost like something in a Van Gogh painting.

I don't know if I ever found my shoes. But I was now running back up the hill. I had to get back to the people I left, so we could leave the "zoo" for the day. And I had to get back to them on time. But before I went back to the people I'd left, I wanted to see if I could talk to my friend/cousin one last time.

But as I was running, I got jammed up. It was like some person in the park was trying to be a jerk and had gotten in my way. Somehow I'd gotten tangled up with this person, who I couldn't see -- I think they were behind me. I kept struggling and struggling until I was free. I then kicked the person.

When I turned around to the person -- I'd expected to see some tall, white guy who was being a jerk -- I saw a kind of short, really fat, black woman in a police officer's uniform. The woman started yelling at me, "You think it's cool to hit a police officer? You're gonna pay for that!"

I was trying to figure out what I needed to do to make up to the police officer. But she now started giving me a kind of mild lecture on how there was no running in the zoo, how it was too dangerous. She may have said, "Especially when you're not wearing shoes."

I suddenly realized I knew this woman. She "had been" a "ranger" at one of the New York City Parks I'd worked at in the past. (IWL she had been a different kind of worker than a ranger.) She was now a bit taller than me, in much better shape, with a bit lighter skin-tone, and wearing a ranger's uniform.

The woman started talking to me about what had been going on in the parks since I had left. I thought this woman was taking up all the time I'd wanted to spend talking to my cousin/friend. I thought she could even make me too late to re-join my group and go home. But I thought I should sit here and listen to her anyway. I was still trying to make up for having, technically, assaulted her.

The woman's main focus was some woman who had gotten kicked out of the Parks Service. The kicked-out woman had done some apparently scandalous things. But they didn't sound very scandalous: mostly just spending too much time talking to park-goers and not enough time doing her actual job.

As my old co-worker spoke, it became night. My old co-worker became a kind of tall, overweight man wearing glasses. The man was black, with a light skin-tone and freckles. We stood in the blue night, at the edge of an asphalt path, near a stand of some tall pine trees.

The man kept telling the story of the kicked-out woman. Apparently on the day the woman had been confronted, she'd been having a really bad day. She'd actually gotten violent with some people. But now that she'd been confronted, she'd gotten even more violent.

The man backed himself deep into the stand of trees, almost to the edge of some cliff or steep slope. I had to walk into the trees to see the man, who stood under a clear sky hung with a huge, clear, white moon.

The man began acting out all the violent motions the woman had made when she had been confronted. The man was tossing his limbs all over the place and shouting. He looked crazy. I was a little afraid, as if I thought the man would attack me.

Im in a guitar shop, there are thousands of guitars hung up on the walls and hanging in shelf like containers.

I meet a woman there who sits me down and asks me to play her a certain rift (smoke on the water i think) and i have my guitar with me so i sit down and begin to play the rift. I'm playing the wrong notes but it sounds right, the woman shakes her head and tells me its wrong although i know it sounds perfect, she tells me to try again so i do. I end up playing it for her several times and each time she says its wrong.

She talks to her manager and gives me one more chance, i play it again but i accidently hit the Pick up selector and it make a weird sound, i explain it does that sometimes but they are having none of it. For some reason the manager leaves and i say excitedly "can i try a different guitar?" The woman looks around for her manager and when she is satisfied that she is not around, she tells me i can. I start to run around around the shop searching for a guitar to play, I'm trying to find a Gibson Les Paul but there doesn't seem to be one here, i settle for a Flying V, reach up and take it off the wall, it feels really heavy, a lot more heavy than i would expect.

I play the rift with this new guitar & she is still not happy with it, although i notice a definitive improvement. A old man walks into the shop, hes wearing a pink/red Hawaiian shirt on, with shorts and grey hair. He tells me not to worry about this thing, he said that he can tell i am good at guitar and that the woman doesn't really know what shes on about, i like him for that. He tells me he can also fix my guitar, i look down and a string is broken, "ok i say". Somehow he finds a £10 note on the floor, i tell him "I tell you what if you fix my guitar, I'll give you another tenner!" he laughs, "your on!" he says.

The man asks me to follow him so i do, he walks through a door in the shop that leads to some stairs so i follow him up those, there are so many flights and its getting tedious but eventually leads on to a corridor with a load of grotty looking doors on either side. I remember telling the man "im not sure i could live here" and he just smiles and tells me to wait.
He goes through one of the doors and its really dark, but i can see light at the end of the corridor, when we come out, we are in a beautiful courtyard, it has tone cobble floor and has a house on either side, both houses have steps leading up to the front doors.
The old man walks in front and sits on a step in front of the house on the left, the sun is pouring down into the courtyard and its really warm.

A bunch of kids run over right away shouting "grandpa" and the old man laughs and begins to play with them, i start joking around with the kids too and he smiles at me, i think he approves. The man seems to have a huge family, when comes in contact with the family he begins to start speaking Italian, so i switch too.
He introduces me to his family and we both go through a side-gate and enter his garden. Whilst there he explains to me that he is the don of this mafia, says he likes me, my character and could use a guy like me. I don't even hesitate and tell him yes id join him straight away.

The dream skips, I'm standing outside a house, its dark and im in the shadows, i have the side of my house to the left of me, and the wall of another house to the right. A guy in a hat, shirt, jacket and nice trousers and shoes is passing me a blue toy water gun, he is telling me we are going to play a joke on one of the senior mafia members. The man tells me to stay here, the Don's daughter is being moved from one location to this, he says we're pretty sure there isn't going to be a hit but just to guard anyway and get ready for the prank. I wait in the shadows so i am not seen , i see a car pull up and get ready. I recognise the guy im suppose to be scaring with the gun, so i back away a few steps until i am in total darkness, he rounds the corner and i put the gun to his face and say something about time to die, he looks shocked and really scared, i pull the trigger and squirt him in the face a couple of times. Everybody begins to crack up laughing, the Don slaps me on the back "welcome to the family, kid" The man i just scared starts laughing and then introduces himself "you nearly gave me a heart attack" he tells me.

The dream skips, I'm standing in the Don's garden again, its day time and pretty sunny. The garden resembles my grandma's garden. The Don and some others are talking about tactics, i hear them say the japanese yakuza are causing trouble, im shocked. I dont wanna get involved with those guys. The dons wife trips and falls, i think shes broken her ankle, i rush over, pick her up and put her arm around my shoulder so i can support her, another guy does the same thing. We take her inside and she collapses on the sofa in pain. I look out the window at the car and say "ill take her".... The Don walks up to me with a very stern look "take this with you" he says and hands me a real gun.


*dream 2*

I am on a street, in broad daylight, it is a street that is near my house atm and has a large downward hill. I am with Arch & Raspberry and we are all in wheelchairs, none of us seem to be disabled though, it looks like we are just in them for fun. We are going on the pavement and on the road dodging cars and seeing how long we can pull wheelies for. We are all laughing and chatting away. Raspberry suddenly looks upset "i gotta go, my dad doesn't want me back too late..." She disappears and i tell arch "lets go for that joint man" he agrees and we head off.

I get home and see joe. "hey man, this is Sean" joe says hello and we go to sit in the living room. I find my grinder and start to skin up, "where is josh?" i say to joe
"hes in his room again" he tells me and gives me a look as if to say "yeah again..."
I turn to Arch and say "have you met josh before?"
"yeah i think so" he says and describes him.

I spark up the spliff and we start passing it around, we're all high and watching tv but then i wake up.

The first dream I had was really short from what I can remember. I was sitting in a mech, and I was getting a feel for the controls. Suddenly, I heard a beeping sound. I looked around, and then I woke up to look at my alarm clock... It was going off. A little later, I thought I should take the opportunity to try out another WILD attempt, but I somewhat fell asleep through it. I was at a relative's house, and in the computer room I remember seeing my bass guitar and my brother's guitar sitting in there. In the living room, a movie preview on some sort of sci-fi channel was playing, about a guy who was pleading innocent for something and showed a thin layer of his skin being pulled off. His teeth were perfectly straight, too.

I then was looking at YouTube comments on my phone, and there was some text in the comments telling me that I was dreaming. I text the guy back, asking how this could be a dream. His reason was very simple, saying "1972, baby!" He then proceeded to type in "Hahahahahaha!" and I did as well. I got too excited and woke up, and not even staying still could get me back in the dream. I need to relax more.

I remember something about being in some sort of department store, possibly as an employee.

I definitely recall having played The Beatles' "Rocky Raccoon" on guitar at some point, though I'm not sure of the circumstances.

1. I'm in a dorm at college, playing the newest Grand Theft Auto game. Eventually I get bored and return to my own room, which is full of frat boys from my study abroad trip. They're rifling through my stuff, and understandably I ask them to leave. When they don't I start to yell, then threaten to call campus police. They do leave, but slowly, and I threaten the last one out with a baseball bat. After a bit of peace, one of them calls me, but I ignore the ring. Suddenly, I realize that I'm late to class.

2. I'm watching some sort of Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure / Crossroads crossover movie. The main character, a guitar playing youngster, has a book of scales that he carries like a hymnal. He engages in a guitar duel with the Devil; as they play, the Devil's hands expand unrealistically to make jaw-dropping gaps, but the kid's hands do as well. After a bit of this, the kid breaks out a soulful ballad, saying he's "already used the Paganinni."

3. I'm in a swamp at my grad school, which is adorned with placards showing hunting spots for deer. It's a little before dusk, and I can't see any colors. As the sun sets, I realize that my feet are plagued with green tree frogs! I get out of there and call my parents, who say they've been in a concert the whole time.

4. I'm at the grad school rec center, watching some documentary about NCAA basketball. The players are described as "pistons in a well-oiled machine," not as people. Inspired by their fitness, I borrow a ball and start shooting (poorly). After a bit, a bunch of big guys gather around my court. It was reserved by them, and embarrassed I slink off to the elliptical room. My mom wanders into the room, saying she's been looking for me.

5. I'm at a concert with my brother and a random girl from college (A.H). The band is a rather classical one, with instruments of cello, recorder, and violin, but the players are dressed in odd anime-inspired costumes. After their set, one of the players jumps down and starts to mingle with us at a large table. He gives us snarky logic/math puzzles to solve, and I find I can't beat them. I'm embarrassed, but after the table has dissolved he comes up and apologizes to me. I say that I actually enjoyed the challenge.

Dream Fragments


I was playing the guitar really well I knew where the chords were and everything.

I was sitting on the stairs tying my shoelaces.

I was with a old veteran from a war and he was talking to me about a war.

Dream


I was part of the Clone Wars from Star Wars sent to some fiery place and I had to protect two soon-to-be Jedis (I guess you could call them that) in Fabio and Rafael Da Silva (2 Man United Defenders if you don't know).



I was being hunted down by Asajj Ventress and General Grievous I got scared and ran to Obi-wan but I left the twins behind when I got back they were dead.

Dream 2

This dream happened twice.

I was supposed to go to school but me and my friends bunked. We went to the train station and I had my oyster card but my other friend couldn't go, he had to buy a ticket.

Second Time.

My friends had come to my house so that we could all go to the station together. I left my house and my friend in there (which is strange as it is my house) my friends were walking on but I waited for him. When we left some lady on a motorbike nearly hit us. She was Asian and wearing a blue helmet and the bike was blue too (my fav colour) she rode off and came back she nearly got hit by a car.

My and my friend walked off.

I am with Joe, giving him a lift, he says he needs to pick up a lawnmower.
It is clear to me that i am in my nottingham dreamscape, which i have mentioned before.

We drive around and i dont know the roads at all, im getting confused and really frustrated, often taking wrong turnings. I pull over the next to a sort of par/ field. Its behind loads of posts with a pole connecting them, its black. The field is like a slow and steady downhill bank.
There are lots of people on the grass, i look around and its night time, there are a few trees about and the road leads down to streets with loads of houses.

As im pulling up i say "I just wish i knew where we are." Joe assures me that it is fine and tells me to wait for him. He heads off down a path to the left of the grass.
I get out the car climb over the small posts and onto the grass, i then lay down on the top (and highest part of) the bank with my belly on the floor and head in hands.
After a few minutes i see a group of 3 lads walking up the path to my left, the one in the middle looks at me, so i nod at him slowly and he nods back, then carries on walking.

I look down the bank at some of the people, there is one guy playing acoustic guitar, he has dark short hair, across one eye, similar to myself, but shorter. I notice he isn't very good at playing guitar. Suddenly i start to slide slowly down the hill towards a group of people. I have no control here and find this very bizarre, I start thinking to myself " i wonder if i am dreaming" but i have no time to dwell because all of a sudden i am in the middle of a group of people and they are all staring at me. I quickly introduce myself and they smile at me.

The guy on guitar begins to play "stay together for the kids" quite poorly and i am wondering if i could ask him if i could have a go. he stops playing, looks up and notices that me and the new group of DC's i am with are watching and listening to him, he asks "who am i?" i smile and raise my hands above my head, "Blink 182" i say, at the same time as the guy next to me.

I slide down a little further and the group starts to watch me again, i say "i can't stop sliding down the hill, im sorry." the group smile and i get up.
I decide its time to leave. I make my way up the hill and off the grass. I notice there is a huge queue of people waiting to get on the grass. A tall black guy makes a comment about me as i walk past him. I cant remember what he says but it annoys me. I stop and turn to him and make a comment about his afro being crap and i remember saying "ive seen white guys with better afros than that, put some effort into it, son"

Everyone is now laughing at the guy, he swings for me but misses, i lunge at him straight away but people are dragging me backwards, i swing again and manage a pathetic hit on his arm, i think to myself ah man that was poor but as i look at him he is holding his arm and seems to be in pain. i smile to myself.

I head back to my car and the door is wide open, i panic and and check inside the car to see if anything was stolen. There are mud splashes everywhere, its so dirty, i look into the back and there is a black lawn-mower on the back seat covered in mud but i cant see joe anywhere.
I get in the car and notice that it is different from my own, the CD-player isnt the same, so i open the glove compartment and see what i usually keep in there isn't there (just old letters etc) i get in the car and say "this isn't my car, this head-unit is wrong, there are no letters. This is NOT my car."
i try the ignition and it works with the key im carrying, i know this isnt my car and start wondering about dreams again but notice there is alot of people stood up now staring at me so i close the door and drive off.

I dont know where i am and keep making wrong turnings again - i get woken up by my alarm.

Fragment 2

I am in a shop and realise that some old school friends work there, i am sat on the stairs to the shop, about half way up, leaning on a railing with two of my friends from school crouched next to me. One of them is Scott, but i cant remember who the other one is.
We talk for a while and Scott says "don't ya think gemma is pretty fit?" He points over to a girl and i recognise her as a friend from school. i look at her for a moment and then say "no, besides scott, your gay!" I giggle and scott smiles, he asks me "how did you know?" - "Scott, i knew you were gat before you did, but the fact you've always been the campest person i ever knew kinda gave it away!"
We both start laughing.

He points again "theres Lauren" i look up and see a girl sat/leaning on the railing just down from me, she has dark hair and is very attractive, i recognise her straight away as lauren from school.
I tell scott and the other that i have to go now. I get up and buy some things and leave the shop. When i leave i have a bike with me and have to hold this up along with all the shopping. I get frustrated with it after about 2 mins of walking and kick the bike quite hard. It ghost rides for a few metres and then falls to the right and hits the ground. 3 people are standing a few feet away from where the bike lands, they are all wearing black suites. There is 2 elderly men and 1 young woman, she is small and blonde with her hair tied back in a pony-tail. I walk up to my bike, pick it up and put 2 bags on the left handle bar and one on the right, i carry on walking. The suites are staring at some small plaque on the wall to the left of me.

As i'm walking past one of the elderly man says " Here boy, what do you think of this?" i read the plaque and it said "suicide scorers" I gave the man a questioning look and he says to me "its our team, what do you think?"
"well.... It's a little bit Emo isn't it?" i reply, the two men look shocked but the woman laughs and agrees with me. The men say i dont know what im talking about and walk away, i laugh. The woman smiles at me and says "you think thats bad, you should try working with them." we laugh together and i pat her affectionately on he arm "good luck" i tell her.
She smiles at me, says "thank you" and starts to stroke my face/cheek.

I wake up.

The first two dreams were extremely vivid and I remembered them for a long time after waking up. Remembering my third dream involved me looking at my girlfriend's iPod and seeing the band name Agalloch. As soon as I saw the name, the entire dream came flooding back to me. It really makes me wonder what other kinds of dreams I may have no memory of, but would immediately have remembered if I had some sort of cue.

I was with a battalion of battle droids (Star Wars) and our job was to exterminate some kind of beast from a cavern below us. I'm pretty sure the dream was in a first-person shooter kind of perspective, like I was playing a game.Anyway, the cave entrance was a hollowed out tree. When we walked in, we were attacked by these four legged, green horned beasts. I believe all the droids were destroyed and I was the only one left of the squad when I jumped down into the cavern below. It was too dark to really see, but somehow the room became lit and like 5 of those horned beasts were in front of me. After shotgunning them all down, one large purple beast (which resembled that of an antlion guard from Half-Life 2) came around the corner. There was some kind of tank beside me that I hopped inside of, and after figuring out how to control it, nearly killed the beast. The tank had taken a beating though, so I thought it best to hop out of it and shoot the thing down. After I killed it, my attention was turned to a large square block of bricks in the middle of the room. The walls of the bricks slowly fell to reveal what looked like some wall textures from the game DOOM. I descended further down in an area where the block has disappeared, and I guess I played a level or two of DOOM.

The second dream I had involved my dad and I cleaning what looked to be the inside of an Egyptian pyramid or tomb. I was mopping with a liquid that was the colored of water after you spill some blood into it. Once on the floor, this stuff dried very quick and disappeared, which was odd. My father was on the talking on the phone to someone about how I was lazy and good-for-nothing (despite me doing the cleaning and him being on the phone). After hearing him talk about me for so long, I confronted him angrily and we got into an argument. Apparently I made the front page of the school news paper for being laziest kid of my class or something. We wound up in a very large burial chamber with a statue of a Sphinx in the middle. At one point, my aunt Kelly came in, defending me in the argument.

The last dream I remember involved me being a third guitarist for the band Agalloch. We were about to play an encore when John Haughm (The frontman) said "And now we're going to play a song we call (Something along the lines of) Kiss of the Midwinter Bluejays." I was like what the fuck? Isn't it Ghost of the Midwinter Fires? I guess this new song was supposed to start off with guitar, because john looked to me for the cue to start, and I just stared blankly at the audience. I decided to start off playing "In the Arms of Our Pale Companions" instead.

My first dream took place in a restaurant where I was sitting at a table with my girlfriend, my dad, and his ex-wife, Jen. Apparently they were going to give their marriage another shot (after one date?) after 5 years of divorce. We basically went out to eat somewhere shitty (I don't remember how the food tasted). Jen was abnormally quiet, but this might have to do with the fact I haven't seen her in 5 years and my subconscious didn't really know what personality to give her in my dream.

The next dream I remember somehow made a switch between me playing The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion to Runescape. I'm not sure what I was doing in Oblivion, but I remember dropping some stuff because I had a full pack. Levi got bored of watching me and wanted to show me how to make a zerker on Runescape. I kept dying and he got pissed at me after a bit.

Another dream involved me getting glasses (I am going to be getting another pair soon) and not being able to see out of my left eye while they were on. I looked at them, and noticed a sticker I hadn't removed. I also realized I had never been to the eye doctor, so the glasses must be those cheap ones you buy from Kmart.

Next, I had a dream that Rosas's dad was going ballistic over something and yelling and screaming at her and her brother for something stupid. I still had my guitar, which I held relaxed on my leg as i was trying to tune it. There was some sort of locking mechanism near the bottom of the backside of the body. I should have picked up on the fact that I even had a guitar in the first place, as mine was taken away.

My fifth and final dream was a dream I have had once before, I remember. I was outside a tall building, circling it with my friend, Nick. We were looking for an empty office to throw a bomb into. We were both armed with concealed pistols, and I had a set of like 6 more in that plastic stuff you buy toys in that's so hard to get open. In one of the windows we passed, a man picked up his phone, looking at us as he did, so I chucked the bomb into the window and we began to run. By the time we turned the corner, a cop had his gun out and pointed at us. Our guns weren't drawn and I believe we surrendered our weapons. We got down on the ground, and I don't remember much else after that.

I remember watching an instructional video on how to make a guitar body, specifically, the Fender Jaguar. Oddly enough, the body didn't actually look like a Jaguar, but was the word "Jaguar" in very large script. I remember an old man holding the guitar body up and talking about the pickups.

I also remember a dream in which my girlfriend's father was planning on renting the downstairs to someone and was going to talk to them on like skype or something, so I joined in to see what they were saying. It turns out the person who was going to rent was my favorite guitarist, Tyler the Creator (I know, he is a rapper, but that was the name of this guy in my dream). Interestingly enough, I've never listened to this rapper before. Anyway, I remember seeing his guitars which were made of 10+ strings and 7 or more pickups at odd angles on the body. I remember pulling for Tyler moving in before I had to move out, but I don't remember if he did or not.

I drank half a cup of natural apple juice before bed, and practiced ADA/RCing at least 15 times during the day.

I attempted WILD, but after turning my alarm off, I just jump back into bed and fall asleep. I need to find a way to stop myself from going back to sleep automatically; maybe set two alarms?

I remember one of my dreams involved being in school, in a large, concert-like auditorium. There were chairs seated in rows, and I was trying to get by a Latino couple at the end of one of the rows. The space was really tight, but the girl decided to try to trip me by moving her legs in front of mine and the boy followed suit. they both started laughing, and saying stuff in Spanish I couldn't understand, and no matter how hard I tried to get past them, they kept me there, moving my legs around in a stomping motion to try to get them off of me. Someone apparently saw the commotion, and called either security or an administrator over to us. The administrator thought I was attacking the couple and once they both saw he had come over, they acted like it too. I don't remember my punishment, but for some reason, my group of friends included Varg Vikernes of Burzum. I would think this to be a Dream Sign, being he is a famous person, and I do not know him personally, but I didn't pick up on it; I just accepted that I know Varg and we talked about how much bullshit it was that I got in trouble. I remember later finding the Latino boy's Tumblr (blogging website) and he had a lot to say about the incident.

The second dream I remember had something to do with my dad and I going fishing. I think I remember a jetski, and I remember on the way back, some kid had a 5 string guitar which used to be John Petrucci's (Dream Theater). He had it tuned in some weird ass way that isn't standard for music at all like A#D#F#BE or something. Anyway he handed it to me and i just played open strings and it soudned like a Dream Theater song which was cool I guess.

Nothing was completely out of the ordinary in these dreams, besides Varg being in my group of friends, and I wasn't able to pick up on it.

It's my first DJ Entry in like six months, but anyway, I don't have that much to say. My recall was going down day after day like the amount of healty liver tissue in an alcoholic, and now I'm back from scratch, trying to improve my recall. I can only recall two lucids, one was the last year and the other one was a couple of weeks ago:

An afternoon with Chuck Schuldiner in Barcelona

I'm in my grandma's house (just behind mine), in her room. I'm watching a concert in DVD, called "Death: Live in Cottbus", with my brother and a tall guy with a black guitar, like Chuck Schuldiner's (Chuck is Death's the main guitarist/vocalist, He died because a tumor in his head). The band is playing Spirit Crusher, and that guy starts playing his guitar (unplugged), He plays so damn good (as Chuck used to), not even a singlenote is misplaced...

Wait, this cannot be real, We're in Spain (I was in my grandma's house, but I felt the atmosphere quite "spanish", like being in Barcelona) with Chuck (yes, that guy was Chuck Schuldiner playing guitar in front of me). I'm bored, so let's go outside. Chuck keeps playing, but he left his guitar in the room, so the sound comes from nowhere. I "pick up" an air guitar and start playing behind him, like an air guitar duel, for the rest of the song. After thar, He says "follow me, machine" (like "maquina", "fiera" or "campeón", ways to call other people in the local slang). Following him in the streets of Barcelona, some people starts poking me. I keep walking, but They are so annoying, like trying to knock me down. I fall to the floor, and all fades into nothingness...

Going back home

I am with my brother in a warehouse, our warehouse (huge dreamsign, we have no warehouse). I decide to go home. I'll be there in a minute, I just need to walk a couple of blocks. The moon is quite shiny this night. A little nigger comes to me asking for some pennies. I hate those parasites, so I've disfigured his face with my so feminine fist. Lolwut? I look like a woman (a very hot woman), but I don't get lucid despite the big dreamsign. Another nigger comes to me (a big one). He grabs me from my back and puts a knife in my neck with the purpose of stealing my money. I see my dad in the other side of my block, so I drag him there slowly in the struggle. My dad takes a glass bottle from the floor and hits him in the head. He falls unconscious. I run scared like a coward girl (now I can't avoid the dreamsigns).After running for a minute, I calm down and realized I'm in a quite vivid dream, inside a hot lady's body. What can I do? There's some obvious, options, but first of all I must take vengeance. Quo can't waste his (or maybe her, this time) time having sex with his/her gorgeous body when payoff calls the door. I start running back to the "crime scene". The moon seems very beautiful, and I can see the trees shaking with the wind. Finally, I am back, blood thirsty and crushing that nigger's bones. I'm so blind when it comes to attackig people! It would be funnier with a hammer and a screwdriver (like "3 guys 1 hammer"). Anyway, I had two "victories" in a single night.



Yesterday, I dreamed I was in a very crowdy train. I turn my head to the right and I see a mysterious girl. When I saw her face I got lucid (and unfortunately, I woke up). Now I can remember, I've seen her some time ago, taking the bus every wednesday for a couple of months. I knew She would trigger my lucidity because all the DCs in my dreams seem to be so boring, so common..., and I didn't see her in the dream plane until now. I can't wait to meet her so her mysterious look will lead my way to lucidity again (I hope).

This is one, long, continous dream I had all through the night. This is the only one that I remember, at least.

(nonlucid)

I was on a bus with my friends Daniel, Emily, and my some-what friend Adreanna. Emily and Adreanna sat next to each other, even though in real life they are enemies. They spoke as if they were sisters. Daniel tried to sit with me but some random guy did instead. He looked dissapointed.
(fuzzyness)
I arrived at church, getting there early so that I could practice before it was time for praise and worship. I went upstairs with the youth pastor (D.), Abby, Jakob (I have no idea why HE was there), and a couple other people. The upstairs teen room looked much different. The stage and altar for worship and prayer looked so much bigger, but it was on the right part of the room. I walked over to the bass I use, atleast that looked right, and got ready to play it. Jakob (-_-) picked up a random guitar and said, "Hey Doug, can I play this thing?" Doug walked over and said. "Only if you know how." Jakob looked like this . He turned on the huge amp and tried to play, he failed horribly.
(time skip)
Church was over and I don't know where I was. It was like I was looking at the whole country through birds' eyes. I looked at a pretty tree, a flowering dogwood now that I think about it, and thought to myself Isn't it wonderful how God created this? Isn't it great how he can make such beautiful things? He knew all we needed even before he made us. I continued to look at that beautiful tree, the same type of tree (before God made them smaller so they could not be used to create a cross for crucifixion.) that Jesus' cross was made of. The white flowers of the tree were so beautiful... I woke up.

<3 I love Jesus Christ. He is my Savior and always will be. <3