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Aeolar's Dream

I am with this kid named "Old Mike", with whom I have had really good connections with recently. We were watching football, outside for some reason, and Mike began to be surprised. He was recognizing certain people in the game, although he had no previous knowledge of them, and at one point he said that he could almost see himself throwing the ball in the game. I told him to try it, and he said he did it. I was impressed. I guess I just decided to go to sleep on the ground outside, and what felt like soon after, Mike woke me up and told me "30 seconds" which instantly I knew that we were leaving. Mike went inside, and I waited outside for a while. I went inside, wondering what was taking him, and Mike was standing in the staircase, staring at nothing.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"I had just tuned in to a talent show where a man was hypnotizing people. It was one of my top 10 shows." He replied.
We then went outside, and got into the car. Mike then turned into my Dad, and we pulled out of the driveway and turned right. Instantly we were on a highway, and Dad was commenting, saying that
"The I-8 lower is much less crowded, because almost everyone uses the I-8 higher." The higher was up in the air. We took a wide left turn, and I saw these huge concrete barriers in the road, dividing the lanes into sections for individual cars. I thought that they looked similar to the start of a pinball game, but Dad thought that they looked like the escalators in Modern Warfare 2. We got into the far right lane, barely, and the highway sloped down at about a 50 degree angle. We drove down it extremely fast, but when we got to the second part, there was a chain in the middle that we didn't see until it was too late. There was a sign on the chain that said "Do not Exit/Enter" and when we hit the chain, it seemed only to hit our bodies, and at the speed we were going, the chain was pulled backwards like a rubber band, and then turned the car a little, but we were safe. We both were happy that the car was OK, and we stopped at this large commerce area. We got out of the car, and start walking to this set of stairs. Dad is walking rather quickly and is ahead of me, and walks up the stairs.

Suddenly, I see 2 special ops soldiers run after him. I knew that they had thought that there was a security breach, and that terrorists were inside. I noticed a man to my left with a bone mic in his right ear, and his finger in his ear giving orders, and saw that he was of importance. As we were walking, I spoke up.
"We're not terrorists." I said,
To which the man replied, "What?"
I repeated myself. "We're not terrorists. It was just me and my Dad. We took a wrong turn."
The man does the :O face, and repeats what I just said into the mic. I see Dad turn a corner, and he tells me that we're leaving. We are going into town. I think to myself, "Whatever" and get into the car. When we get to town, we stop in an art gallery. I noticed that a painting called "The Great War" wasn't there. Dream fades.
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I am in a town similar to Nuketown in CoD, and there is another boy there. This boy had found the secret to either unlimited chicken or candy, maybe both. (LMAO! xD) Either way, I am trying to steal it from his backpack without him noticing. The boy is lying down, watching the middle of the street. I sneak around the right, and eventually make it into his bag. I see a birds eye view of him getting up and walking over to where I am, nonchalantly. I eat as much candy/chicken as possible, and cover up the stuff I pulled out of his bag. He sees me and his eyes brighten. He has blonde hair and looks like little Christian.
"Hey! What's up?"
I'm stunned, and before I could sputter something out, the boy turns around after grabbing his bag, and walks into a house that was behind him. I follow him, and inside I see Bri and Heidi. They are talking about something, I can't remember what. I do remember Bri saying,
"Heidi, will you please stfu?" I was surprised because she usually never says that. Then, we start talking about Piano and begin walking to the door. I turn around, and see an open doorway that is covered with large crystals that act as a "door", and a woman with long brown hair, standing there, tapping individual crystals with her hands, and the result are beautiful noises. For some reason I thought this was another form of piano, and I asked her,
"How do you know to play?"
"What I'm playing is easy. The actual song I'm playing off of has tempo and beats, but I just play the notes rapidly, and it sounds good enough." She replies.
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Fragment: I am in a huge grass field, with a giant hill in the background. I am talking to 3 other people, telepathically maybe. There was also a lighthouse.
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I am at school, and I am talking to Adriana. It's the first day of school, and I forgot my ID card. Adriana thinks that I'm gonna get a detention for that. I don't stress it. A teacher comes up, and asks how we're doing. I say that
"I'm doing fine, I was able to sleep in today. I was able to just roll over and pass out when I woke up the first time."
"What time do you usually get up?" She asks quizzically.
"Around 6:00 AM." I reply.
"Wow,"
"That's the island for ya."
She walks away, and this cute brown/black haired girl walks up to us. She's really attractive; her hair is cut medium-length, almost a bowl cut. She starts teasing me, poking me and stuff. I bear hug her, and try to take her down, but I end up taking myself down first. I land on the asphalt in this parking lot area, and she lands on top of me. Adrianna comments sarcastically,
"You know your masculine when you can't take a girl down."
I roll over and get up quickly, and she's still on the ground. I boast,
"Masculine? I'll show you masculine!"
I pick her up from her back and legs and hold her close to me. I let her down slowly onto the nearby curb, and we laugh and look into each others eyes. Wow, are we in love. I look to my right, and see Jose over on the sidewalk. I motion over to him, and he comes. We talk for a while, and he & I throw stuff at each other and mess around until the dream fades.
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I am on an island in Hawaii. I am on the coast, and I can see two other islands nearby. There are people with me, but that's not the point. As I am looking at these islands, I see typhoons form on the water, two of them, each moving toward different islands. The first one moves to the right, and makes destruction in the rainforests, ripping out plant and wildlife. The second one goes to the left, and when it hits land, I see huge trucks fly out into the Pacific, with boats attached to them. Then, I see all the power go out on the left island. I pray that the typhoons don't hit us too. Dream skip. I am at the beach, and I am awestruck by how deep the ocean is.
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I am a hostage, and I am in this cargo bay, which is on the water. I am trying to escape, but to no avail. There are Indian Pirates all over. I know that my family is also being kept hostage, and my aim is to rescue them.

May 4, 2011
Lucid Dream 227: Return of the S.S.
Series: The Wonderful World of Ack, Episode 1
DILD
around 11:00am



I was in the local Wal-Mart parking lot with my friends Diddy and Mike. I was smoking a cig and we were talking about going downtown later. Someone came up behind me and put their hands of my eyes and did the "guess who." It was a familiar female voice. All I got out was Kate, when I became lucid.

I turned around and Kate Beckinsale was standing behind me. I kissed her and told her it had been a while. I turned back around and saw that Diddy and Mike had been restrained and were now being dragged into a large van. The men who were taking them hostage were very familiar indeed. One of them flashed a fake badge and said, "Don't worry, we are just going taking to get ice cream." They got in the van quickly, burned out in the parking lot, and sped off. I grabbed Kate's hand and we hurried into the back seat of a nearby vehicle. My sister was in the driver's seat. I told her to follow the van. Kate looked at me and said, "Its alright, they were government officials. We can trust them." I laughed and said, "I trust government officials about as much as I trust the Taliban." I then notice a group of Taliban members standing under a tent in the Wal-Mart parking lot. They were passing out rocket launchers and AKs. I then looked at Kate and said, "Besides, they weren't true government officials. They were S.S." She looked confused and said, "They didn't speak German." I replied, "S.S. otherwise known as the Shiny Spiffers." She looked at me like I was crazy and I explained, "I used to write stories about them in middle school. They are named after their spiffy Donald Trump hair, dark sunglasses, and black suits with the penguin coat tail." I was really excited because this was actually true. I used to write stories about these guys. They were a "mature rated" comedy series called, 'The Wonderful World of Ack'. The stories were actually inspired from a dream I had back around that time. I wish I still had them.

We followed the van at a safe distance, but lost them at some point. My sister asked where they might be headed and I replied, "Oh, I know exactly where they are headed...Duke University. Their secret base is there." We drove for a short period of time and caught up with the van. It pulled into what looked like an old plantation with a sign that had the blue devil symbol. I asked my sister where she put the guns and she told me they were behind my seat. I pulled down my seat slightly and pulled out an assault rifle. We waited for a moment and the boss got out of the van. Kate said, "Theres the boss!" I looked and noticed it was Mel Gibson. I jumped out of the car and shot at Mel Gibson. He seemed to be one step ahead of me though and was in mid-dive when I opened fire. He dove behind the van and pulled out a pistol. We had a shoot-out for a few moments. I then acted like I was reloading and as soon as he popped out from the car, I blasted him. I walked over top of him as he was dying and said, "Silly Mel Gibson, lucid dreamers don't reload." I then shot his body a few more times.

I sneak around the nearby building and looked through the window. For some reason, I knew I had been tortured in this building before with electricity. I was tied up and standing in a water pail. I saw there were a bunch of captives in there as well as Mike and Diddy. I then ran around to the door of the small building. I looked back behind me and saw an old mansion a top a hill behind me. I could see security cameras everywhere and knew I had to act quickly. I shot the door lock and then kicked it open. I yelled for all of the prisoners to escape and people started running out the door screaming like they were running from Godzilla. I told them to be quiet and there was no need to scream, but the bastards didn't listen. I looked for Brandon and Mike and found them sitting at a poker table. They were smoking cigars and playing poker with two other guys. I said, "What the hell are you doing, I'm rescuing you." Mike said, "Yeah thanks, just wait for us to finish this game real quick. I laughed and turned back to the doorway. There was a tall man that resembled an elf from Lord of the Rings. He was holding a katana in each hand. I start shooting at him, but he was blocking all the bullets with same crazy ass swordsmanship. He closed in on me, so i dove head first out the window.

I landed and noticed the clip to my gun had fallen out. I thought, "Eh, I don't really need it anyway." The elf guy jumped down and started running at me. I tried to shoot him, but the gun as no longer working. The Elf was just a foot or two away when I heard a gun shot and he dropped dead. Diddy had shot the elf guy in the head. Diddy said, "You could have told me we were dreaming!" I shrugged and flew back up into the window. We grabbed some of the scattered guns and exited the building. We were heading back to the vehicle when I saw Wormtail from the Harry Potter movies. He was running down from the mansion shouting, "Stop in the name of Lord Gibson! Stop this instant." We ran around the building and I looked for Mel's dead body. I found it after a quick search around the hedges and picked it up. I walked over to Wormtail and threw it at his feet. I said, "Here you go, chap!" Wormtail looked panicked and leaned toward Mel's body. I then shot the shit out of the dead body. Blood splattered all over Wormtail and I got into the car.

Me, Diddy, and Mike were all shooting out the windows at the line of vehicles following us. We were in a pretty intense shootout when I had a false awakening. I started to write down my dream in a notebook, but my writing kept vanishing. It took me several moments to figure out I had a false awakening. I then dove head first out of my window and took flight. I flew around for a short period of time before actually waking up.

Series Details
The dream series, "The Wonderful World of Ack," is based off of my old short story series that I wrote in middle school. Stay tuned to this series to see just how fucked up my mind was, even before the drugs and alcohol, lol.

Our school started a volunteering program in which it would pair up with other schools and exchange several students. The exchanged students would work after school in the different school, just helping to clean up and such.

I got exchanged to a school that had 5 floors. I was supposed to be working on the very top floor. It was already dark outside and the school wasn't lit up (not uncommon for where I live). I climbed the staircase until I was at the very top floor. Each floor consisted of only a single classroom and a small connector hallway. The only light the classroom had was a tiny lamp that probably was never meant to serve as a light source.

One of my partners was already in the classroom. He was in the closet, as we had been instructed to clean it. I opened one of the doors. Inside the closet were bunches of old skeleton keys. Some were hanging up and others were in bowls. I wondered if I could find the skeleton key from the house in which I used to live...

"Do we have anyone else coming here to help us?" I asked my silent partner.

"Yes." He said, with a wicked smile. He continued to look at me that way, just standing and smiling. WTF.

This was a little too weird for me. I couldn't see past the closet so I tried to turn on some other lights, but none of them were working. I wasn't sure if there was anyone else in the room with me, besides my creepy partner. I didn't want to risk being on the front page of the newspaper for being the newest strange murder victim, so I booked it out of there.

The next day, the school contacted me and told me that I must fulfill my duty in the volunteering program.

I arrived at the exchange school early, so I could observe the classroom while it was still full of students. While I was standing in the 5th floor hall, I noticed that there was a green square that was mildly raised from the surface. It looked like a simple tile decoration, but I had a very strong hunch that there was something buried underneath it.

The school let out for the day, and the students piled out of the classroom. But something caught my eye immediately. The student that I was working with, the one that was supposed to also be from my school, was from this school. His friends, which were probably going to be my partners for that evening, were also hanging around him.

They stood on the raised tile floor and talked for a bit. An old man walked up to them and gave them a bottle of alcohol in which they gladly accepted.

I snuck past them and into the teacher's room. She had short blonde hair, was relatively young, and was sitting at her desk.

"Hey, I have heard that you've had some trouble with the volunteering program. What's up?" She said politely.

"I don't feel comfortable in your classroom when I can barely see in front of me! I can't work here unless you give us more lights." I replied. I'm not sure why I didn't tell her about my bizarre, psychopath partner, but I guess lighting was my first concern. I could hit one of them over the head if I needed to, but I couldn't do that as effectively if I can't see where they are.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I will put in a request for more lights, but the school board is to stingy with their money these days." She announced as politely as she could. But all I could think was that she was being a hypocrite. Right now, all of the florescent lights were on, but later in the evening NONE of them worked.

I went into town, refusing to go back to that school. I decided to hang out at a small restaurant.

Men in black suits walked in the restaurant and asked the manager if I was here. I quickly leaped under the bar and in to a small corner where I was well hidden from the men.

I still had a good view of the restaurant, and I could tell that they were just pretending not to know where I was. They eventually "found" me under the bar and told me that I needed to continue volunteering at the school. I refused. I wondered why it mattered so much to them anyways. Why did everyone insist that I go back to the school?

They refused to negotiate with me any longer, so they pulled me out from under the bar. I instantly grabbed one of their workers, a beautiful middle eastern women, and decided to hold her hostage. I dragged her into my car and took off down town.

Now, I was "aware" of what these men in black suits were doing. I could hear them talking even though I was in my own car.

"They are getting away! Create a road obstruction!"

Instantly, a hot dog stand came plunging into my lane. I swiftly dodged it.

"Damn! Create more!" The men yelled again.

The road in front of me cracked open as if a magnitude 10 earthquake was altering it. The car fell into a large pothole created by the controlled earthquake, and I grabbed the woman and got out of the car. We stole a bystander's blue motorcycle.

I didn't know where I was taking the woman, and where I was going to hold her hostage at. I just knew that the men in black suits were trying to force me to go to the school by controlling my surroundings and other people.

(in the same week as Golden Gate Death, a previous dream)

It starts off as a school stress dream. Me and one of my friends from my class have our final (during finals week) and we can't find a place to print our papers. etc.

The dream shifts

My friend is still there, I am pretty sure he is just a carry over from the previous dream.

We are taken hostage, by a man with a gun. He is wearing a white shirt and has black hair. He is having small talk with my friend about something. I tell him something like "you wont get away with this."

In the distance I can hear a fancy party going on. All I can see are shadows, and hear feint music and talking. I say something like "you can fire that gun because they'll hear you." He says something like "oh yeah..."
He shoots me in the stomach. I don't feel the pain but I feel wet, and I feel it extend as a bleed.
The party continues to go on with no one noticing. I am confused on how they could not hear something so loud.

I try to get their attention, and yell "Help!" I feel myself become weaker.
No response. I feel my body being drained, I am getting tired, but I know if I fall asleep I'll die.
"help.." I yell noticeably quieter. The gunman mocks me. "You can never reach them now"

I know I am going to die no matter what now, it is to late to save me. But I can at least not let that asshole get away with just shooting me and going on his merry way.

I take a deep breath and prepare myself "HELP!!" I scream until the fabric of the dream fades and I wake up saying "help"

I felt empty all day...

okay so this dream starts out where im in a librbry. i have no clue why? and it doesnt look like any library ive been to. its a huge one in a circular/domed building. like it would belong in a harry potter movie. so im in this library and for some reason its really disorganized and people are throwing books all over the place. i forgot to mention there are alot of people here it packed. i dont reconize anyone except my family [minus my brother...he's not there.] my cousin allie is there. umm i dont remember alot of what happened. but absolute chaos seems to ensue with the presence of this evil bad guy. accually its a woman. she is pure evil. but thats all i remember of her...i even forgot what she looked like. suddenly where at this river. and me and my family are leaning over the shallow bank. and i see a dead fish. so i pick up the dead fish and i see another fish. this one is specifically a catfish. i throw the smaller dead fish to the catfish and he eats it. then my mom catches the catfish. then my dream shifts back to the evil library/woman scene. and one person is dead. i dont know this person. but im ditressed and i cry for them. the family is trying to be comforted while everyone is running around to find the exit. then i relize there is no exit. i get seperated from my family and i somehow find myself on the second level of the library. i run into my cousin allie. and were trying to get away. where not even being chased or followed. we just know that a person died from that evil thing. and that everyone else is running around and we decided we needed to blend in. i run into my dad and we try to find my mom but we cant find them. then another person is killed. this time its a little boy. and i feel alot more sympathy for him than i did the first death. my dream shifts again. this time no one is running around. the library looks cleaner. and theres only about 100 people. in group of 6 or 10 or 8 to 7. i relize everyone is huddled with there families. i look around and yes. my parents sisters and cousin are with me. the evil woman is noo where to be found. but everyone is scared and huddled. no one dared to speak. im confused.........

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12/07/2010
"The Z Hunters"

I was on a relic hunt, a member of a team of people around my age. Opposite us was a rival team, who I believe was lead by DV Member JEFF777 (Geoff). The object of the hunt was some old metallic article of clothing that gave the wearer immense power (a glove, I think. Not sure, though). We actually started out with powers of our own, comparable to DBZ characters, and we had to complete all of these different challenges, to get ahead of the other team. Hilariously enough, the first challenge had something to do with our teams fighting to make the craziest sandwich, out of ingredients that were being stored in this secret, underground produce aisle. It was literally a mixture between a grocery store aisle - tile walls, lighting and all - and a rocky, cavernous tunnel. I don't remember much of this contest, or who one.

Later, the teams had whittled themselves down to just Geoff. There was a lot going on, and we ended up coming upon an event where cops had a house surrounded, and there was some sort of hostage situation going on inside. We had been told that the relic would be inside the house, and we had to somehow make our way inside to get it, without drawing the attention of the police. We stood on a nearby rooftop, staring over at the chaotic scene - each trying to gauge the best way of going about this. Suddenly, we got our break. For some odd reason, the cops had the 'genius' idea to act as if they were leaving the scene, and succumbing to the will of the hostage taker. Instead, what they did was take the entire force - cars and all - and move them...to the house next door. They then climbed over the rooftop, trying to stay hidden - even though it was broad daylight - and moved into the backyard, making their way into the connecting yard and trying to storm the house from the back. Geoff and I immediately took this as our chance.

Racing each other, we both launched off of the roof, streaking across the sky and busting into the house through one of the walls, neck and neck. We knew we had to work fast, because the police were coming up, and would be there any second. We subdued the criminal, and saved the hostage, who was some pretty attractive chick that I believe was tied to a chair(?) After that. We scrambled to look for the relic, but soon found out it wasn't there. The girl was actually a part of the 'game.' She was a piece of a scavenger hunt, and informed us that the relic was actually somewhere in the mountains (but she gave us more precise directions than that. ). And before the cops even knew we were there, Geoff and I blasted off again, taking flight toward the mountains. The chase was insane. We were more like dog-fighting fighter jets; each jockeying for position and trying to knock each other out of the race, all while we sped over the terrain, toward the relic. We spared nothing, firing energy blasts at each other, along the way, and then streaking into close-quarters, mid-air melee before rocketing away and trying to gain the lead once again.

I don't actually remember who ended up winning the race. (Imagine that. ) All I remember after the battle is returning to the house where the girl had been held hostage, hanging out with her, and then the two of us having some pretty intense sex.

All that power, and no lucidity, though.

Scamming
Non-Lucid
I am on a beach in a small bay. Its fairly hot, and extremely sunny. Families with children are scattered about and teens are playing frisbee to my left. To my right is the ocean. Across the bay, there is another beach with more families, and at the top of the beach, there is a small building with large windows, though I can't see into them. Beside the building there is a parking lot with really nice cars.
Jump
A DC child approaches me, and I ask him what's in that building on the other side of the bay. He tells me the 'Scammers' are on the other side, and that I should go and check it out. I'm wary of these 'Scammers' but go to check it out anyway. I walk down the beach and into the water. There are several families swimming around, I avoid bumping into the playing children, and climb up onto the sand on the other side of they bay. I approach the building and go inside. There are double doors, exactly like one of the side entrances to my old highschool (Another reason to be cautious about this place ) I pass a front desk, which the attendant is either missing or is not paying attention because I am not stopped. I walk down the main hallway and see a large room full of well dressed college age kids listening to someone give some kind of lecture. I slide in the back of the room and sit down to listen for a bit. There are diagrams of robot vacuum cleaners drawn up on a chalkboard, beside the diagrams are paragraphs of information, stats, and features of the individual models. Some kid asks a question about the sensing unit on the vacuum they're talking about, and it had something to do with crystals. [Things get hazy here] There is something later about a pool cleaner robot that looks like a red dragon on wheels with a clear belly where debris is stored and bristles on it's mouth for cleaning corners. I get up and leave the class and begin walking around the halls. There is something going on about a stolen memory chip. I see the person who stole it running down the hall, and around the corner. Following closely behind is 2-3 security guards yelling for him to stop. Somehow he is killed or knocked unconscious, and I am alone in a supply closet or possibly an elevator with his body. I check his pockets and find the memory chip as well as a Walther P.99. I pocket the pistol, but keep the chip in my hand. I wander around looking for the exit, and find a restricted area. Of course I enter the restricted area. I walk down the now narrow corridors watching for security cameras, still holding the stolen chip in my hand, with the pistol now in the other. I come up to a secretary desk, and standing around it is older versions of the college humor staff (LOL) Pat, Amir, Sarah, and Jake are all talking, and greet me when I approach. I notice that Jake has long white hair, and is sitting in a wheelchair. I hear a woman shouting. They're looking for me and the chip again. A DC (A girl I used to work with, Brittany) runs up to me and tells me that I have to hand over the chip. I raise my pistol and put it to the chip. I've got a hostage now. The data on the chip is apparently worth quite a bit to them, so I figure this is a good way to get out. I start walking backwards towards the exit with the chip still held hostage, all the while Brittany is trying to get me to hand it over, walk away, etc. We get outside and stand in the parking lot. Brittany points to a car and offers to do something with it, (Maybe supe it up so I can escape with my life or something like that) if I just hand the chip over. She points to a car that sort of looks like mine, I figure she thinks it is mine, but I tell her that's not even my car. She thinks I'm trying to trick her, but it's really not my car. (It was pretty crappy) I wake up.

This dream I had was long but because I did not write it down when I awoke I have forgotten most of it. The part that I do remember took place somewhere in between the middle and the end.


A lean, young man with frizzy brown hair and I are in a small hotel room. The door is to my right, the bed in front of me and a narrow window to my left. There is a wooden nightstand with a small white lamp on one side of the bed but other than that the room is empty. The translucent sheer curtains of the window are pulled back and tied in a knot to keep them open. The carpet is a garish lime green and the bed's duvet is a dark green with pale yellow sheets underneath. Everything appears clean and orderly.

The young man is not someone I recognize from waking life and for some reason we are standing near the window having an argument. I cannot remember what the argument was about but I turn my back on him out of frustration. Before I can go anywhere the guy pulls a gun out of his pants, grabs me in a headlock with his right arm and holds the gun the my left temple. He screams and spits in my ear (but I cannot remember about what) and I am too startled to move. He stops yelling for a moment and his grasp slackens just enough that I can squirm out of the headlock. The young man does not make any attempt to stop me from doing so and lowers his weapon. He silently stares out of the window and I stare at him for a while.

I make a move to leave but the young man turns around and points the gun at me again, saying that I "can never leave". I was not afraid that he was going to shoot me, rather that he was going to hurt himself in some way. I sat down on the end of the bed and asked him to give me the gun, which he had again lowered to his side. He shakes his head, refuses to hand it over, leans against the window frame, crosses his arms and stares at the carpet. For a while the young man does not talk to me or even look at me and I sit on the edge of the bed, feeling frustrated and bored.

The young man suddenly begins pacing back and forth in front of the window, waving the gun around wildly and yelling at the top of his lungs about whatever is upsetting him. Since he does not address me or look at me as he rages I think for a moment that he has forgotten about my presence. I contemplate making a break for the door but the desire to take the guy's gun is stronger than wanting to leave for some reason. I edge myself to the end of the bed, closest to the window, and watch the young man's movements carefully.

I stand up slowly and ask him if there is anything I can do for him. He does not answer but he stops yelling and waving the gun but continues to pace back and forth. His eyes are opened wide and he sweating. When I see my chance I grab his left wrist (of which hand is holding the gun) with my left hand and pin it against the wall with all my bodyweight. The young man could have easily punched me or grabbed me in a headlock with his free hand, but he does not. Instead he uses his right hand to grab the wrist of my left hand (that has his left hand pinned) and tries to pull himself free of my grasp.

Wrapping my right hand around the barrel of the gun I succeed in wiggling it from his grasp when I dig the nails of my left hand as hard as I can into his wrist. The guy backs off to the far corner of the room, crosses his arms protectively across his chest and sulks. I toss the gun on the bed and leave the hotel room. The young man does not try to come after me.

Morning of April 5, 1986. Saturday.



I had apparently been “sleeping” or resting in my dream in an unfamiliar room, but which is like a composite of the front (northeast) first floor bedroom on Loomis Street and seemingly a hotel room that is on a higher floor (at the same height the airplane is flying). I become aware of a very loud percussive sound, which gets clearer and clearer and seems to be getting closer to where I am. (I am unsure if this dream event was caused by real-life noise.) Looking out the window (implied to be a fictional window open to the north when using the layout of the familiar Loomis Street bedroom), I see that it is a 1940s military aircraft of a greenish gray color (which resembles a Grumman F8F Bearcat) that seems to be shooting at something (though I perceive that it is apparently present time in my dream, not the 1940s) and there are associations with Tripoli or Tipperary. Even though it is heading for the building I am in, even seemingly shooting in my direction, it does not crash or pose any actual threat now or later. I am not sure what happens to it after this as my dream shifts to where I am then outside. I assume that there is a small war going on in the region, though I am not clear on the location. There is confusion with Germany and Turkey as well as Libya and vague terrorist associations. Logically, it is probably meant to be the Middle East.

Later, I am standing outside, still seemingly in present time. I am one of the first people in a line of several hostages, which includes mostly older men and women. I am soon well aware that I am not me, though. Instead, I seem to be a much older male civilian or at least occupying his body somehow, perhaps a journalist. A hostile male facing the line, seemingly in charge, and holding an AK-47 or similar, is possibly going to shoot us all, though this is uncertain. At this time, I feel a strange vivid sense of both fear and growing relief and quickly rise up out of this character as if I was only inhabiting his body temporarily and do not want to be him if he is killed (which seems impending at this point). I rise higher and higher, looking down on the scene which includes bombed-out buildings. Meanwhile, I feel as if I somehow legitimately had been in this situation but am now escaping and “returning” to my own body, the presumed possibility of this remaining in fleeting conscious afterthought.

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