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I was walking across the living room towards the front door, as soon as i reached the front porch an acquaintence i havent seen in some 3 or 4 years walks up into my enclosed front porch and i said hey! he said hey! and we went over to the clouch on the front porch and sat down and i opened a small cabinet in the wall above the couch, thats not there in real life..the entire inside walls of my porch were covered floor to ceiling wall to wall small cabinets, anyway, i opened a small cabinet and said to him..do i have a surprise for you! i pulled out a ziplock baggie full of joints and we started smoking, instantly the baggie was empty, allof a sudden my mom walked out onto the porch and layed dwon on the couch and started watchnig TV, the tv was no longer in the living room, it was embedded in the wall where the door to the outside should of been....strange...and my frien and i were sitting in recliners instead of the couch allof a sudden...i decide to go get more coffee, even tho i didnt have a cup to begin with, and i tried to get my friend to follow me so as to not disturb mom, and he said in a really loud obnoxious voice, 'WELL, WHERES MY COFFEE!?!?!?!?! YOU DIDNT OFFER ME ANY COFFEE!!!! WHY DONT YOU GO GET ME SOME F***iNG COFFEE!!!!!!!!" he is normally pretty loud when he talks but never obnoxious....so i got towards the kitchen, and i say over my shoulder "why dont i throw in some ice cream while i'm at it!!!" he didnt say a word, all of a sudden i'm in an ancient officve building, not a computer to be seen, rotarey phones everywhere, and rolodexes etc.....and this acquaintence of mine was sitting in a raised booth that was about 10 feet off the ground in the middle of all the offices and he kept yelling if i had found the coffee yet, and to hurry up cause his ice cream was melting...every time i tried to go elsewhere int he building i would end up infront of his booth and he was yelling louder and louder...i would go thrught a door and appear infront of him......i finally ran into a woman ive seen in my dreams from time to time over the years, and she said to me "i hope you dont tell him we're out of creamer!" THEN I WOKE UP....

I've hired a private investigator to find my father. She finds him quite quickly, which surprises me. I meet her in some sort of empty grey nondescript kind of room, we sit at a table. She lays out all these papers in front of me, and tells me that he has been going by the name of Joe, which is not his birth name. Some of these papers are pictures, and I am shocked to be looking at the image of the man that is supposed to be my Father. The man looks nothing like I thought he would look like. I've never seen the face of my father though, not clearly, so I suppose there is no reason for this feeling. One of the pictures is strange, it looks a bit like an animated .gif image that cycles through a few head shots of him. The investigator tells me that there isn't very much family resemblance, which doesn't surprise me. I've always looked like my Mom.

She tells me that Joe is working as an actor on a British Soap Opera/Comedy kind of production, it reminds me a bit like "Fools & Horses", and that he's actually doing quite well for himself. I am surprised at this, as from what I've heard of my father, he wasn't the type for such an extroverted profession.

Flash forward to the meeting. I don't know where we are, in a trailer of some sort maybe. It seems dimly lit and there are wood panels and brown carpet. We're talking, but not about anything in particular. I can tell he's uncomfortable and doesn't want to talk about any issues or hard questions. He talks about his work mostly, then finds an excuse to leave the room and I am left with his girlfriend.

His girlfriend seems fairly nice. She's an attractive blond that is much younger than him. She is dressed kind of boho chic I guess. We make polite conversation. She tells me a few things about him, including why some of his ear is missing (I don't remember the reason) and that leads us to talking about plastic surgery, which she seems really interested in. She asks me to get us some ice cream from the freezer. It's a crazy complicated and extensive compartmentalized freezer with at least 10 different slots for ice cream. The slots are all filled up with all kinds of novelty ice creams, much like you would see on an ice cream truck. I don't know which to pick. My father isn't much help, telling me to just pick whatever.

Dream sign appeared again, but I completely missed it. Alas. On a side note, I have discovered that for the most part, I can read pretty well in dreams.


Sleep. I am driving down a street in my van towards the mall, apparently searching for my truck. As I reach an intersection, I accidentally drive into the end of a turning lane from the people turning right, so I turn left on the red and pray no cops catch me. As I am turning, I see my friend Helena practising her driving in a dark sea-green cube van. Once at the mall, I try to park, but the gas and brake keep switching and the van lurches forward. I fear that I have hit the car in front of me, but the lady says that I am just 1mm away. I sigh in relief.

I am now in the mall, and with me is a young Chinese girl (whose name I later learn is Lindy Yan). She is about eight. My family is adopting her temporarily (like an exchange program). The mall's hallway is narrower than usual, comparable to the width of an elementary school's. I am showing Lindy the various stores, and I ask her if she remembers when we went into Shopper's Drug Mart. She says yes. I tell her that Zeller's is four times as big, and her eyes widen.

We enter a learning centre that reminds me of the one I currently work at. I am flipping through one of the booklets, and I remark on their similarity to the ones I'm used to seeing, except the grading system is a bit different. I ask Lindy in a "parent voice" if it looks fun. She gives me a firm, "No." So I look outside the centre and see the Zeller's, so I ask her if she wants to go into it. Lindy agrees.

As soon as we enter, I sit down on a bench to rest. I watch as Annie, a girl in my sociology class, and Rob, a boy who was in my split-grade French class last year, enter together. I wave and call them over. Annie, however, says that she is not Annie, but a Paige. (At this point, Lindy Yan has vanished). I apologize, saying that I always confused the names of the girls in my French class (Paige/Hannah, Holly/Daniella).

While I am telling her this, I appear in my French class from last year, which is located in the Upper West Wing of my school. When I walk outside the classroom, I am in the Upper East Wing and realize that the room behind me was my Sociology/English classroom. Right beside the door is Joe, who has a big black box in which there is a pale coffee-coloured substance with the consistency of soft ice cream. He is adding white glue to it and stirring. When I ask him what it is, he tells me it is ice cream.

He eats the whole thing after scooping it into a giant Tim Horton's travel mug. I ask him if he can make more, except in chocolate, and he agrees and gets started making it. By this time, we have teleported to the opposite side of the hall and down one door. My friends come out of my Sociology classroom and join us. Jay, one of my friends, tells us that Rock Band is up and running back in the classroom, but there is only room for four. We decide to split our group of eight in half, with four eating ice cream and four playing Rock Band. Then, we'll switch. I decide to eat my ice cream first. However, when I peek into the classroom next to my Sociology class (the one currently across the hall from me), I see my friend Leia. Since she is looking incredibly bored, I invite her to join us. Wake.

The dream started out (to my knowledge, though I had MANY dreams this night constantly waking me and I cannot remember what the actual beginning is) with me parking in an A&P parking lot. I just wanted some ice cream. When I went inside, though, it was smaller and quaint. I went to get the ice cream. There was a guy there with who I guess was his girlfriend. They were about my age (20 or so), and he was pretty good-looking. He was nice, and as his girl started walking away he came over and started a conversation about the ice cream with me. I told him my favorite (which I can’t remember). Then we got in line to pay, and I realized I forgot my wallet in my silver purse in my car. I asked if he could hold my ice cream for a moment and he kindly agreed. I ran out, got my wallet, and ran back in, doing some sort of ninja slide as I entered. I paid, and as it turned out he was also the cashier. Then I went back to my car and my best friend, Dewy, was there waiting for me! We talked a little and got in the car. I started driving. I then put the car on some sort of autopilot and it started automatically driving to his house! We put the seats back and lay there, talking. I could tell by the surroundings that we were coming towards my neighborhood, so I got up, took control of the wheel, and steered us into my neighborhood. He asked me what we were doing but I told him it was a surprise. I was trying to go to a field where we could eat our ice cream (I remember his was green chocolate chip mint), but wouldn’t tell him that. He playfully dabbed some of his ice cream on my nose, but it was so cold it hurt, and he felt bad. When we got toward the field, though, the road was blocked off for construction, as well as half the church parking lot where we sometimes hang out. We parked at the last spot closest the highway and Dairy Queen and were going to walk around to the field, but he needed more ice cream first, as I guess he finished all of his in the car. As we parked someone parked behind us, some guy and girl. At first I was annoyed that people were parking near us, but as the dream went on I guess they had been our friends. We got out and Dewy went around to my side of the car. In the mean time, one of our friends (the guy, as I think the girl disappears) pointed up and said, “Did you see the moon? Something just went across it!” Something like a shadow, I presume it was. I looked up and the moon was unusually gigantic. We started chatting about how big it was. Then someone else (who I’m guessing WAS the girl but is now a guy) pointed again to a different spot saying, “That’s not the moon. THAT’S the moon!” I looked up and saw the original huge “moon” and then two smaller ones, but because I know we only have one, my subconscious corrected it and I blocked out the third moon. As I saw it, I realized that the small, crescent moon was the real one. I started panicking. We all started talking frenzied about the first moon and what it could be. I quickly came to the conclusion that it must be an asteroid heading toward us. It was getting closer as it was getting darker out. I sat in the driver’s seat with the door open, freaking out to Dewy that I wasn’t ready to die. I said, “There’s so much I haven’t done with my life!” He said, “You’ve done more than I have!” trying to comfort me. But I kept ranting and panicking, getting upset. That’s when Dewy left to go get his ice cream. I got out of the car and watched him, as the other friends and I stood there and chatted a little. Curious, I took a quick peek up at the “moon”, only now it had a pattern of small white lights on it that resembled North America at night. I now believed it was another planet and announced so. I stated, “At least if it’s another planet we won’t be the only one’s dying”. A little astounded, I turned a little to face it in a direction I could get a better look, and now saw something different. I noted three red lights spaced into a large triangle framing the pattern of white ones. It was very dark now, but I could just make out a blacker triangle outline of an alien spacecraft. I then freaked out. Someone, whether it was our friend or my subconscious (although I think it must have been my subconscious because I’m pretty sure the spaceship’s goal was to be stealthy, and kind of remember no one else reacting to it), told me I had better warn Dewy to get back in the car. I went to reach for my phone in the car, but saw him on the side of Dairy Queen throwing something out. Desperate, I yelled for him, “Dewy, run!! It’s a spaceship!!” And then right after I had yelled that our friend shouted, “Watch out!!” I jumped into the back seat just in time as this white laser came down right where I had been standing. It didn’t destroy or touch anything around the spot, but I knew it would have destroyed me. I realized that anytime anyone wrote/said/texted the word ‘alien’ or ‘spaceship’ if would zap them to keep itself a secret. At this conclusion I started genuinely freaking out very badly and woke myself up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was leaving "my mother's house." It may have been a grey day, and there may have been snow on the ground. I stood right outside the front door. My mom stood just inside.

I told my mom I loved her. I gave her a hug. My mom seemed really short. When I hugged her, it felt like I was breaking her spine, or like I had hugged her in such a way as to feel a part of her spine that had already been broken.

I walked to the car. As I did, I thought about a small cup of ice cream I had in the back seat of the car. It was like I still had the taste of the ice cream, or even some actual ice cream, in my mouth.

In my mind's eye, I saw the ice cream sitting in the back seat. The ice cream was kind of melted and creamy, and it had some kind of big, marshmallow-shaped, but colorful and jelly-like, things in it. The spoon in the cup seemed to be coated with the melted ice cream.

Apparently my grandmother was driving me to the airport. But the car we were taking was more like one my mom would drive. It was a small hatchback, kind of old looking. It was messy on the inside and the outside. The outside was kind of grimy and greasy. The inside was full of old garbage and fast food containers and stuff.

I was kind of disgusted that I'd kept my ice cream in the messy back seat. I thought it might not be a good idea for me to eat the ice cream.

I walked up to the driver's side of the car. My grandma was still standing outside the car, with the door wide open. As I walked up to my grandma I either thought to myself or asked out loud if I'd showed my mom well enough that I cared about her.

I was in the car, on the passenger side, riding through a kind of busy part of a suburban town, with either my grandma or some man driving the car. It was now black night.

The driver told me, "You showed your mom you cared about her. And the fact that you're worried about it shows that you care a lot more than a lot of people do nowadays."

We got stuck in traffic on some kind of quaint-looking, Main Street type area that was all decked out in lights, as if for Christmas. We kind of inched through the traffic and then ended up turning right on a side street and up a hill into something like a residential area.

As we were doing this, the driver, now most likely a man, continued, "That reminds me of a project I was reading about. People were making Christmas cards to send to the soldiers. But a lot of the people making the cards thought it would be good to send cards with anti-war messages on them.

"And that's what I mean about care. The people over there don't need to hear somebody telling them 'NO WAR.' They need us to tell them, 'We're thinking about you, and we hope you're doing well.'"

We had gotten up to the top of the hill and were now sitting on the right end of a long conference table. We were apparently inside a room. The room had fluorescent lighting. There was also a wall-sized bookshelf that I was looking straight at.

But it was also somehow like we were in a cafe with a big window, or as if we were actually floating out over the top of the hill, looking down to the Main Street area. It was like, even as I was looking straight at the bookshelf, I also saw the town below.

The man had gotten onto the topic of two books. Both books were about economics. One book was written by someone I didn't know. The other was written by Warren Buffett. The man seemed to be talking more about the book by the other guy. He then ended up talking about something extremely interesting and insightful (which, of course, I forgot).

As the man spoke about the really interesting stuff, I realized how nice he looked. He was white, with well-groomed, white hair. He wore a nice suit with a tan jacket, a subdued blue shirt, and a somewhat colorful (peach? pink?) tie. His skin was deeply tanned. His face was kind of thin and angular. But his complexion mesmerized me. It was perfect!

I then asked the man, "Who did you say made that comment? Did you say it was Warren Buffett or the other guy?"

The man said, "No. That was from Warren Buffett's new book."

I thought to myself that I needed to get Buffett's new book. I seemed to keep getting Buffett somehow confused with Alan Greenspan. But I could see the cover of Buffett's new book. It kind of looked like a modern cover of Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man.

The book wasn't an autobiography. It was actually a book on economic theory. I thought, "This is exactly what I've been looking for!" The man and I spoke back and forth for a bit on how odd it was that everybody didn't know about this book. It apparently wasn't selling much at all.

I looked down and to my left. I could see the conference table. But, again, I could "see through" the table and the room, outside and down the hill, to the lit-up Main Street area.

As I looked at the table, I was kind of hunched down and over some sheet (or pad?) of notebook paper. I scrawled on the piece of paper, in a very sloppy version of cursive, either the word "Feed" or the word "Feel."

This dream is an extension from the previous dream but i thought it deserved it's own slot as a seperate dream.
I was scared of Mario now that i know how he got his scar. SO i decided to go the other direction towards the store. There was an ice-crema machine, similar to the one that was recently put into the school. I figured that if i could go over to it, i could be safe from Mario and i could get a frozen treat, so i did. I was inside i eating my ice cream when i saw that my friends who were now outside were acting sort of weird, so i gotout and saw what was going on. Mr. Castagna was coming from afar, and with him was a little girl. He came over and told me that i had to help her get some ice-cream, and i thought nothing of it as i helped prop her up and help her into the machine. (The machine was a like a photo booth in the way that you sit inside it while eating your ice-cream.) As i did so, she turned into a sort of toy almost. It was as if i was putting her into the seat of a motorcycle or something you would put a toy into, except for the fact it was an ice-cream machine. Then without warning, aparently, the girl thought it was the bathroom or something, for she started peeing all over the machine and all over me as well. I was astonished at what she was doing. I knew i had to do something so i took hold of a bunch of clothes that were in the back of the machine and started putting them on her, suffocating her almost. I was above her now as i said, "How's that?!" And then as i started to take the clothing back off of her, i noticed that it was Hannah... It was really weird because, first of all, she aws tiny, and second of all, she was a zombie. She was laughing excessively as she slowly fell out of the machine and to the ground. As she finally hit the ground, her head broke free from her body. I got out of the machine, and as i turned around the machine was full of clothes and Graeme and Kurt (From Glee) were both inside it, sourrounded by a plethora of clothes. I saw a shirt that was appealing to me so i grabbed it and told them that i liked it, then i turned it around to reveal and Army logo on the back. I quickly set it don and stated my immediate disgust and we all laughed together. Then is was, oddly, over.

I am captured somewhere. Its near London Bridge. It is a complex of various alleys and tunnels. I think I work there in a restaurant. There are people securing the place. I can see some manager chatting with the guard. I run along a wall and I climb over various balconies and jump over roofs. Then I jump down, where is another really nice restaurant with pillars everywhere. I can see sun shining through (source of light in my dream??). I want to buy an ice cream. I can see they do scooped or spined ice cream. But the scooped is portioned by scratching it off. They have blueberry one and a little bit of vanilla one. At least I think its vanilla ice cream, it looks like it but its strangely yellow. There is also chocolate one and I think to myself that they don’t have any ice cream that I would like. Then some customer asks the shop assistant something about different ice creams. The shop assistant says that they do have other ones, and points with his finger on the board with types and prices. There is one that looks like a ice hockey touch. Then I am going back, but its a long way. It goes through Tesco, particularly through the cosmetics section. I walk through and it goes to some big garden. It reminds me of Cambridge and the gardens they have there around the universities. It’s surrounded by high wall with a gate. Through the gate is coming V3S van. It goes slowly towards me, trying to fit through the hate and it almost hits a statue that is there. So I walk further and through the gate. There I see a huge care (I think its Caterpillar) and it’s manoeuvring very strangely around. Its starts turning around until he has one wagon in the front and the other at the back. Then I realise that he wants to pull both of them at once. I come to a place where are to forklifts in which one of them is sleeping worker. I try to sneak through. I am looking for something, I think it’s a box. Then one of the workers takes the box on the forklifts arms and then the whole forklift is lifted up by another excavator. Then I turn around and a kind of teddy bear animal comes to me ( I have seen it before in my dream). So I pick it up and ask the guy in the excavator how he can explain that a teddy bear can come to me like this. I tell him that I don’t believe in ghosts and some mumbo jumbo stuff. But he doesn’t know how to explain that. Then I return to the London bridge place.
**I am at work and we have lasagne for lunch. It’s flying of the counter, selling really well. Then Lione comes and we joke around and flirt. I am surprised because she never buys lunch. So we just chat about dancing and what we are up to during the weekend. Its seems pretty obvious that something is hanging in the air. Then she pays for the lunch and leaves. But she forgets the lasagne there, so she comes back in a few seconds.

I was at some sort of baseball game in the stands. I didn't know who it was but i did know that i wanted a better look, so i moved down closer to the field. I eventually just walked onto the field and sat on the 3rd base side near the edge of the fence (on the field, mind you). /a fan told me to get off, but i told him to go away because i wanted to get a better view. Just as i said that and turned back a foul ball flew right past me, within 1 foot of hitting me! I figured that I didn't want to get hit, so I moved, right behind home plate. Not a good idea.

For somereason, while walking, the inning changed and all the players started running by me into their dugouts. One of them gave me his glove for no apparent reason. I was like, ok! I moved behind home plate and then the game started up again. The first few pitches were normal, ball, strike, but the catcher caught them. After like 5 or so pitches, one got past the catcher and raced towards me! I ducked down just in time and wasn't hit. I decided to put the glove on just in case that happened again, and then, right as i got the glove on, another pass ball! This time though, i had the glove, and, instead of catching it, i just deflected it as if it were a hockey puck. An umpire started jumping by 3rd base and blowing a whistle, but didn't say anything. I was a little scared to see if he was going to yell at me or not for coming on to the field and then hitting the ball and interrpting play time, but he didn't. He just sat there and blew on his whistle.

After another minutes of watching the game i decided, "screw this, I'm hungry!" So I started to walk down the 3rd baseline towards 2 big door i saw at the end. I walked through them the same time as another person who seemed to be working there. "Looking for food?" He asked me. "Yeah, preferable ice cream." "Here's the freezer room where we keep our ice" he said, pointing to two more big steel doors. I could see some of the mist from the cold leaking out through the bottom of the doors. We starting walking up a staircase that was just past the ice room. Once we got to the top, the mysterious man said, "Can you feel the cold under your feet?" And sure enough, i could. "Yeah," I replied, "It's kinda weird." Keep in mind that i had shoes on the entier time, but now i didn't We got to two mroe big, steel doors and the man said, "This is where we part our ways. You will find planety of food in there." I thought what a thoughtful, kind person he was, but when i turned away for a second, he was gone.

Being as hungry as i was, I quickly walked through the big doors into a Wal-Mart type store. Something that sells a little bit of everything. I walked around a corner into the first room on my right and it turned out to be some model vehicle shop. There were huge boxes that ahd pictures of helicopters and planes on it. I even saw a kid with his mom walk out of the store with one. There were about 6 people in the store in all, but none of them had food... So i walked out. I quickly saw a place where you can but ice cream! There was tons of it, but no really good kinds. There were your standards like vanilla and chocolate, but there were also really weird ones like peanut butter and jelly, and dirt, none of which sounded very apetizing. But then, I saw the mother of all ice cream inventions. The create your own sundae stand!

I looked for the bowls but there was only this small, funny shaped one that was made of plastic. There was a sign above it that said, "The all new POP bowls! Put your ice cream in the bowl, pop it, and made it into a delicious lick-to-eat cone without the cone!"
(Great, now my mind is starting to advertise to me in my dreams. I mean come on, WTH??)I looked closer at it and noticed that the prices of the ice cream were there. It was something like $2 per type of ice cream, $.50 per topping, $1.00 for hot fudge. I figured that, instead of using these funky looking bowls that i would grab one of the ones off the other stand with just the plain ice cream on it. They were a bit bigger and i figured that they didn't charge on size, right?

I looked in theice cream selection part and only saw vanilla, strawberry, cookies and cream, and that peanut butter and jelly. I took some vanillla and a little bit of cookies and cream. I walked over to where they sold the pints and gallon tubs of ice cream and opened up a peanut butter one. The sign didn't say we couldt do that! I grabbed a scoop or two of peanut butter and that went to get toppings. I picked out peanut butter cups since they're my favorite and piled them on. Then, i picked hot fudge, and boy did I put a lot of fudge on it! So much so that it started to leak over the edge of the bowl! I quickly grabbed a spoon and started eating. For some reason, there were bananas in it! But i didn't mind, and i just kept eating. Then, once I was almost done and there was only a few bites left, i figured that i should probably buy this before I eat it all. I walked over to a register and started wating in line. Then, everything started to blur and i could tell the dream was fading, and that bumped me into lucidity. I quickly finished off the ice cream and started spinning, but eating what was left of my dessert made me lose too much time, and the dream faded away.

Jan 14 no recall
jan 15: hung with lou and ate strange chocolate ice cream
Jan 16: at a party, and I talked to a few people, but remembered nothing.

Well, now I'm on vacations, I can record my dreams again. But I haven't done it for some months, so I can't remember them clearly. But after a few days I guess they're going to be nicely detailed. Also, I'll record them in portuguese, 'cause it's easier for me (I'm brazilian) and it takes too long to translate them to english.

Ice Cream

Hoje eu tenho um encontro com a minha namorada, sonhei com isso.
Estávamos na praça que fica em frente a minha escola de música, e resolvemos tomar um sorvete (logo ali tem uma sorveteria). Ela não tinha dinheiro, eu disse que pagaria pra ela. Ela pegou uma casquinha de plástico e um sorvete de morango, e foi se sentar. Eu peguei um pote de vidro e algumas bolas de sorvete de morango também. Perto de nós estava uma pessoa, que meu cérebro não conseguia definir se era meu irmão ou um amigo meu (Konan).
Nos sentamos para aproveitar o sorvete. Estranhamente, a sorveteria tinha paredes de vidro, e vi minha melhor amiga passando por perto. Ela estava junto com alguém (provavelmente com Gustavo), que a avisou que eu estava ali. Ela nos viu e veio nos comprimentar. Não sei por que, tive medo que as duas se encontrassem, e meio que me escondi. Já não consigo me lembrar de mais detalhes.

1. My family has a coupon for half-off four cones of premium ice cream. I get some sort of chocolate cookie dough flavor, but toward the end it turns to vanilla with the consistency of cream cheese, and I'm eating it out of a foil wrapper instead of a cone. Dad goes on a rant about someone leaving the bottom tip of a cone on the floor and irrationally blames me, even though I always eat the entire cone.

2. Trying to photograph ocean waves, but getting more interested in a plant on the boat.

3. I'm upset about the concept of some new game. (Something to the order of having Sonic the Hedgehog wash dishes and do housecleaning.)

4. I'm walking home at night in the rain through a maze of sidewalks, courtyards, and imposing Victorian architecture. I get to a house that is apparently mine, and head up to the bathroom, while telling my butler (apparently I have a butler in this dream) to have a fresh change of clothes ready. I get undressed, but before I can take my bath, I have to break a bunch of gems that represent some enemy. I'm about to break the last one, but it's chained to one that represents me, and if I break it, it would kill me. So instead, I pull a sword out of my chest (Revolutionary Girl Utena-style) and use it to slice the chain. Then there's a copy of myself on the floor in agony as part of her face breaks into purple light. I kneel down to hold her still and comfort her until it's over.

5. I'm at an anime convention, but I can't find the dealer's hall. The artist's alley is a set of bleachers with the different artists progressively higher on the benches in proportion to their prices. There's a room with food, but I wasn't allowed in, because they said it was "exchange only" - you have to bring food to trade for theirs. But it was all potatoes and zucchini anyway, so I wasn't missing much. I also wander into an art installation where there's a big screen behind you that shows your silhouette in trails of color as you move around (something I remember from the Lincoln Children's Museum when I was a kid, and miss dearly - curse the "adults must be accompanied by at least one child" rule!). I spend a lot of time playing, because I'd probably never get the chance to relive those memories again. When I'm done, the person in charge of the installation invites me to a ballet, but it's scheduled for several months after the convention, at which point I'd be in a different state.

My mom, Uncle Nick, and I had dinner at a restaurant. As I was expecting, my Uncle Nick ordered a pretty expensive drink. Next thing I know, I'm in a big city in Molokai (which is strange because in real life, Molokai is only made up a few towns and not many people.) There were bridges, skyscrapers, the whole deal. The next scene I remember, I'm back in the house I previously lived in, in New York. My mom and I put our cat Chanel on top of these strange large sheets of paper, each dedicated to a specific Hawaiian Island. She walked around on them, and it seemed to make it feel like she was actually walking on the island itself. I didn't want her walking all over Lanai so I took her off of it. I got out of the house and walked across the street, and I noticed a semi-secretive watch-house, which has cameras pointing directly at my house. I did not feel comfortable entering, so I moved on to the next house, which happened to be Carol's house... I walked in and I saw tons of my friends from here (Hawaii) inside. I was curious as to why so many were in there, turns out, some billionaire was in the house. I saw him, but I didn't go crazy over it. Then all of a sudden, someone asked where Carol's mailbox is, so I mentioned that it was to the right of the driveway. Then all of a sudden, some kid starts nagging on me about how I made these YouTube videos in 3rd grade about geography lessons and they were boring. Later, I log on my computer and I see that there actually are geography videos I made on YouTube, and also another video with some of my friends saying "Hi!" Then I realized that I left my Sidekick cell phone in Carol's house 3 years ago, so I ran back in and I checked under one of the chair cushions.. sure enough, there it was! The internet loaded up right away, and I was worried that my parents would be charged for the bill. Next door to Carol's house was an Ice Cream Shop. I went with one of my friends, and immediately walked out after seeing how unpleasing the ice cream looked. Later on, I was in an arcade (I don't remember how or why I came here) and I decided to play DDR. I start playing, and some song is already preselected, and it's DIFFICULT. I did terrible and failed on the last few arrows pretty much, and some kids were making some side-comments. So, I started the game again, and I played Fantasy by Melissa (on heavy) but I forgot to speed up the arrows. Now it was very difficult, because the arrows just came in cluttered groups, but for some reason.. I hit all of the arrows. My feet were moving rapidly on all of the arrows, and I was doing great. But for some reason, I was hitting most of them early, and it was counting them.

Omg, this dream was really really freaky and weird!

I don't recall the beginning of it but somehow I hurt my arm really bad. I think I almost died or something in the injury. The first things I remember is that I was in the room in which I stayed in my parents place when visiting them in Umeå. I was surrounded by a whole bunch of people I know (Simon and Kim are the ones I can recall). Somehow my friends were helping me to regenerate into perfect health. Unfortunately my arm was too damaged to be regenerated because it wasn't connected to the rest of my body with veins anymore. I had a huge chunk (approx the size as if you would have ripped it off with your hand) gone from the upper arm. Only the bones and like some centimeters on the underside was left. I needed to get blood into the lower part of the arm, otherwise I would lose it. This was done by letting a bumblebee crawl there. Somehow that gave me like a plastic pipe from the vein in the top part to the lower part which allowed blood to flow through.

It hurt in my arm and I recall feeling faint due to the blood loss. I could barely move/lift the lower part of the arm because then it hurt in the wound.

After some time everybody was gathered in the living room to watch spirited away. The couch was crowded by people. I still felt pain in my arm and I knew that it would take really long time if it would heal. Linus said some word in english and Kim said it back to him in swedish but he didn't hear due to the noise from the TV. That made her believe that she had pronounced it wrongly when she hadn't so I told her she'd pronounced it good.

Plotron was suddenly there as well and sat next to me, lol (even though I have never seen him). He praised a sculpture thingy that stood on the window ledge. He said some constructive things about the construction. It was Linus who had made the sculpture and I told Plotron that. I was eating ice cream with my left hand since I had the injury on the other arm. I then dropped some on the floor and when I was trying to pick it up, I couldn't because it hurt when I tried with my damaged arm and I had the ice cream in the other. Plotron saw that I needed help and picked up the dropped ice cream and ate it, haha. XD

Peter and some other guy said to me that it was strange that I couldn't use my right arm. They didn't really believe in my injury or that it was that bad. I decided to show them the hole and I started to pull up my sweater arm. That was a un-nice process since every time I accidentally touched the injury, it would hurt and my arm twitched a bit. The hole was now covered with a bandage or something, but there was a hole in the bandage where you could see a part of the wound. they said "damn" or something similar.

Then I woke up and thought "omg...". I even checked my arm to make sure it was whole. xD The strangest thing about this dream is that it was sooo long! I remember having the impression that when we sat there and watched the movie, it was for a really long time. During all of this time I felt a slight pain in my arm that would get worse whenever I moved it or something. really freaky and weird dream.

Sorry for my absence. Things have been hectic for me of late. I've been helping Phillip prepare to move into his new house while also moving myself.

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Here's Aug. 7. It's called The Great Turkey Liberation Operation.

I had some more nightmares. This time focused on Mom and Lloyd. But there was one incredibly vivid dream. The one right before waking.

We were driving to Dad's. Mom had a boyfriend and he was horrible. Possibly abusive. His car had two sunroofs but they were covered up. Lloyd and I exposed them and opened them. He was extremely angry.

We stopped in Vtown for gas. Mom was in the front and Lloyd and I were in the back. I have no idea why but there was a wild turkey that belonged to Mom's boyfriend. His pet, maybe. Or perhaps dinner.

Mom motioned for me to get in the front. "Really?" I whispered. She nodded. Quickly I did so. I was wearing shoes I couldn't comfortably drive in so I took them off as quickly as possible. I locked the doors and took off. It was a chase scene for a while when he got in his other car (which he somehow had at the gas station). It was a white SUV with black trim. Eventually we lost him. It was quite exciting if stressful and frightening.

Mom left the dream at some point. We arrived at my Grandparents' old farm and it was just me, Lloyd, and the turkey. By this time we had a plan to set the turkey free in the woods. There were new people living on the farm and farm workers scattered about.

I held the turkey as we ran to the barn. We knew Mom's boyfriend would get here eventually. The bird was calm and easy to hold. We went through the barn, which was multiple levels and a little hard to navigate, and ran into some workers just before sliding through a tiny door toward the back. "If a man comes looking for us," I said to them, "don't tell him where we went.

At this point I remember vividly making sure the turkey felt safe and comfortable. It was hiding its head under my chin and her feathers were soft and downy. I was concerned for her because she didn't know what was happening and would likely feel abandoned. In the end, though, she'd be happier free in the forest with a flock and a family.

We hopped down a level and through the final exit to the middle meadow, as Grandpa used to call it, running the whole way. We went to the woods on the north side of the field--and here's where things get *really* vivid.

There were so many wild flowers on the hillside by the forest where the bushhog couldn't go. There was a patch of lavender colored wild irises--or perhaps giant violets. I thought, "We should bring Mom a bouquet on the way back." There were white and yellow flowers on vines low to the ground and they smelled sweet and light. I looked for one of my favorite species with a similar but more powerful scent, but I found none.

We stopped at the top of a small but very steep hill at the edge of the forest. There was barbed wire to contend with and this spot had the most room beneath the lowest line. Lloyd lifted up the wire and slid down the hill on his back. I was worried about the turkey and we tried to find a way to pass it over the fence, but it was too impractical and we were short on time. Carefully I flattened myself against the ground and protected the turkey best I could from the wire and the sudden stop at the bottom. We slid down and it was fine.

There was one more barbed wire fence to get through if we wanted to leave the turkey near the creek where it could drink. I don't remember passing through this fence but I know it was easier and there was no hill. We left the turkey safe and sound and headed back toward the meadow.

Going back up the hill and under the fence was harder. There was a coil of barbed wire at the top and I pricked myself several times but was mostly unscathed. Lloyd followed. We tore off back to the barn in the hopes of crossing the valley to Dad's house before Mom's boyfriend found us, but it was too late. With the barn in sight we watched his white SUV pull up by the gate.

We got in the car. He was livid, of course. He talked of going through the woods and killing every turkey he met 'till he found his. But we drove off to--somewhere. Somewhere back in Vtown, I think.

In front of Mom he apologized to us and said he loved us. I was furious and said, "Fuck you. I'm out." I gathered up my things that would fit in a backpack and Lloyd did the same. We decided it was Mom's decision if she wanted to stay with him but we didn't have to. We'd be hiking the whole way to Dad's farm so we packed ponchos in case it rained.

Lloyd and I set out through the town, the meadows, and the forest, toward freedom and safety, never to return.

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Aug. 8, 2010
I had sex with Phillip. Don't remember much of it. I was disappointed when I woke up not because it was a good dream that was over but because in the dream I went though all of the emotional preparation and effort I'm usually cause myself when I have sex, and I knew I intended to have sex with Phillip irl that day. I didn't want to have to go through it again.

Earlier dream: Phillip was trying to make an ice cream Sunday at DQ. He wasn't doing a very good job of it.

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Aug 10, 2010

Remember very little. I moved into Robby's house yesterday (irl) and things have been hectic. Missed yesterday's entry entirely.

I remember one brief weird scene. There were chickengs. I wanted to go make friends with them. But they were scared and kept running away. I kneeled down and opened my palm to a less frightened one. He slowly approached me and was Phillip hunched over and squatting down. In the dream I still considered it a chicken. and didn't know anything was weird. He poked my hand a few times, hugged me, and we both fell over and play-wrestled a little on the ground.

I talked to one of the older chickens (an old man with glasses) about making friends with his flock. He said humans just want to teach them things. They bring books and make the chickens read. I said I didn't want to do that and I wasn't even sure chickens were capable of learning to read. One chicken said she knows she's not capable because she needs new glasses.

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All I remember is that I was playing Minecraft with Tobias. I think I was wondering how to get snow.

Holy fuck. I just remembered the main thing that happened.
I was studying in the physics computer labs (technically I'm not meant to be there because I don't study physics anymore, but it's kinda a cool place to be. I went to use the Macs for fun, because I haven't used a Mac for ages. There was some guy there. He was trying to help me somehow and he was being really nice about it. I thought that was pretty cool, but for some reason I was wary of him.
I can't remember what happened for a while here.
Somehow we were in his car which was a 4WD, driving home to my place in Australind. We parked at the top of the driveway before the gate when he started making moves on me. I won't go into the details but psychologically for me, it was pretty scary and messed up. I got away fine though; he still had his pants on when I managed to break free of his grip and make it through the door of my house where my family was. I was in (or was close to) a state of tears as I stumbled through the door, and so shaken up. My mum didn't react as immediately or as strongly as I thought she would. She seemed only slightly concerned. I think I was going to cuddle up to mum but I didn't. I think my sister attended to me first, but even then no one seemed that concerned about what had just happened to me.
I couldn't seem to do much after that. I tried to hug some dream character but it was pretty hard to do and I would start crying and getting frantic and try to back away.
I don't know what happened to the dude. I was talking to my parents about reporting him to the police, but they were like (and I also thought) "no you probably shouldn't because you will get into trouble too because you weren't meant to be in those physics labs" (plus there was something else involving him that I did that I wasn't meant to do I think)
I recall going over who I should tell about what happened. I think I thought that I shouldn't tell some people so that I didn't worry them.
Crazy shit
Note that nothing like this has ever happened to me IRL. But I guess this dream kinda served as a reminder for what stuff DOES so unfortunately happen all the time and to be wary of that.

On another note,
I entered some competition with Sarah and Maria where we had to make something really creative in a short amount of time. The woman that was timing us said "ready, set, go!", and that's when I found out that we were given a bowl of ice cream and we had to decorate it as creatively as we could.
All the decorations were weird lol. Like, sparkles and fur and stuff like that xD suddenly we weren't decorating an ice cream as such, because the ice cream had melted down into some mat. I tried to make this cat thing but it wasn't working out. Maria was also making a cat and it looked really good. I don't know who the winner was.

There was another part where there was a wealthy man and his children thought he should die so that they could take his money, and this they did.
Lol, why are my dreams so dark and malign?
Oh yeah, the place that the wealthy man lived in had something to do with Minecraft as well, haha. I think it was made of blocks.