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This is by far my best-recalled dream since I started over a week ago, and was definitely the most interesting (if slightly disturbing).
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11/1/12
I am in some European country, probably Italy by the way it feels, with one of my best friends (Luke, an old rugby teammate), my dad, and my former head coach, Kiwi. [Rugby tour perhaps? My dad always used to love coming along and pioneering the drinking games]
The four of us are looking around some sort of touristy ornament shop when another close friend/teammate, Ant, and Luke's dad (also a former coach) walked in. Despite us all being friends, no one says hello to either of them (I didn't recognise them initially) and the atmosphere gets a bit tense.
Luke's dad asks why none of us didn't greet them before Ant looks at Luke with tears in his eyes. I knew instantly that Luke and betrayed him in some way, presumably over a girl. [Incidentally, earlier that waking day the three of us were commenting on a picture of the two of them, in which Ant's goofy grin ruins Luke's serious stare]
We all leave the shop and I discuss the situation with Kiwi as we walk through some ancient-looking ruins.

Later, I'm back in a hotel with my mum, dad and sister, as well as my old head of sixth form from school (who had morphed from Kiwi). A hotel staff member explains to my dad about damage to a note in the cupboard under my bed. He gets the note out and it's two pieces of crumpled lined paper, with what I explain are my shopping lists and one 'to do' list. [I had recently made both those lists at uni, and the bed resembled that of my uni room]
Strangely, my dad tells me not to worry about the 'rerun thing', which makes no sense but I know he's referring to the Ant and Luke situation (not that this makes it any more understandable) and asks me how much he should pay the hotel for the damage to this note. I realise everyone thinks I crumpled it by masturbating on the bed, of which I'm 100% innocent, but I'm too embarrassed to mention it, especially in front of my sister. Instead, I go along with it and tell him to pay £100.

No nap, some red vine, bed at 22.30, didn't fall asleep untill much later.

first fragment at 2.20am - I was "on the other side of the river" - I feel like it was not ment literaly

second fragment at 4.05 am - I was in a summer camp for LD-ing
at 6am - also something about camp for lucid dreaming

third fragment at 7.50am - I was in Liguria, Italy

I dreamed I was kind of a secret agent, but nothing like James Bond, more like Toorop (Babylon AD). I was walking in tunnels with a large bush knife and a machine gun, and I was going to dismantle a secret underground base that had an atomic missile. After passing through a tunnel filled with traps and guards I went into the silo where the missile was.
I climbed the stairs and ended up in a wide street (after leaving the railing)
Two men came running towards me with arms to keep me from fleeing.
I stabbed the first in the right side of the abdomen, he immediately died.
I continued to run, the second tried to shoot me, I was quicker and shot him with a machine gun burst. He fell to the ground, dead, I kept running.
A third man saw me and released a German shepherd who began running towards me. I ran faster until i reached a river.
I jumped into the water (jump and dive).
The dog swam behind me too, but I managed to get to the other side of the river.
My allies were waiting for me with tanks and troops. There is one person who helps me get out of the water, a brother in arms). The dog fled ... I managed to escape.
I looked to my reflection in a tank ... I have long hair, a brown trench coat and a black and white scarf around me. I have military boots.
The dream "tells me" that I am part of the French Resistance, and I am fighting against the Italians. The river that I crossed is the border between France and Italy.

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Comment: Part of the dateless dreams series

It's been quite a while since my last entry. My recall has been off lately. I guess I have been distracted. It still hasn't come back fully, but I'm trying to make an effort to journal anyways.

1. I am in an elevator with a couple other people. We are descending very fast. One of the other passengers forces open the door while the elevator is moving. I can see all the steel and concrete rushing past and feel the forced air. It makes me dizzy, and I press myself against the back of the compartment.

2. I am riding bikes through Italy. The area is not like any city I remember visiting, it is more like a combination of several. I have a companion with me. We arrive at a beautiful beach, which reminds me of the beach at Viareggio. The sun is setting.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I had two dreams last night. The first was this fragment, and the second was a frightening semi-lucid with terrible control that I didn't record. The contents of this dream probably happened because I saw a grey Lamborghini, red Ferarri, and black Corvette parked along the sidewalk yesterday.

It was getting dark outside, sometime in the evening but the sky was still a lighter shade of blue. I was in some sort of tight Italian alley, with tan and grey cobblestones for a pathway, and old-fashioned buildings on both sides; they were the kind you'd always see in tourist photos and advertisements. There was a shorter grey metal rod sticking out the side of each building, about ten feet up (the buildings themselves must have been two stories each, at around 15 feet tall; they were also attached to one another in two big strips along the sides of the alley). From each rod hung a straw basket filled with small red flowers.

I was standing up against one building near the end of the alley, waiting for my sister to come pick me up from somewhere. I looked down the alley, but I don't remember seeing anything substantial at the end. I'm pretty sure it was just a blur of lights and something like a road. I then saw my sister come around the corner and pull up to where I was standing. She looked a bit older than she really is, about seventeen or eighteen, and was in a white Lamborghini Gallardo. It was very similar to what the real car looks like. The paint job, however, was a smooth matte white - it was the same as a regular white paint covering, but the car wasn't shiny and reflective.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was looking through some kind of magazine like the New Yorker, although a lot of the formatting for the magazine seemed like it was for a popular men's magazine like Maxim.

There were three articles by Joyce Carol Oates in this magazine. I wanted to write Oates a letter to tell her how much I'd appreciated her articles. But I realized that I hadn't actually read the articles, and that I'd look like just some kind of "autograph hunter" if I wrote the letter, expecting a response, without having read the articles.

So I flipped through the magazine to find the articles. I found one of the articles, which seemed like a two-pager, on the front and back side of one sheet of paper. The article was all in some kind of grey text box. I figured this article would be the easiest to read, since it was so short. But even it seemed too long.

I got a little confused as to whether the article was one pages or two pages. I then came to the conclusion that the article was written on both sides of the page, but that the second page was partly taken up by an advertisement. So the whole article was less than two pages long.

The article, I could probably tell, was about Oates and her "new husband" taking their honeymoon in Italy. But the place they'd rented for their honeymoon seemed to me more like a place they'd just bought or rented for the long term.

The first paragraph mentioned something about how the apartment was just perfect "for allowing us to tatertater (an expression which means very much the same thing for us adults as it did when we were children)."

I couldn't figure out what tatertater meant. I just figured it had something to do with making tater tots "out of the can" (?).

So Oates was apparently pleased at first glance with the place. But she said that there ended up being a lot of faults. Mostly the place hadn't been very well cleaned after the previous occupants left. There were plenty of signs of their still having lived here.

One was that, "For close-drivers, a guard rail had been put right up against the edge." I couldn't quite figure out what close drivers would be doing in a house, or what kind of edge Oates was talking about.

But there was a picture, a kind of half-impressionist oil or pastel painting of the place. I looked at it and saw that there was some kind of babmboo fencing, still green, fastened all around the breakfast bar.

I realized that the "close-drivers" were people who pushed their babies in strollers everywhere and had the habit of bashing into everything with the strollers. The bamboo fencing was put up to protect the wood of the breakfast bar. The apartment seemed to be a living room with the kitchen inside of it. The breakfast bar and the kitchen counter seemed to be the biggest parts of this room of the apartment.

I was kind of worried. I didn't think I'd be able to get through this article. There was so much new language in it, so much current speech that I couldn't follow. I also felt bad because Oates, a few decades my senior, knew all this current vernacular, while I had no idea what it meant.

I continued reading the article and looking at the painting. Oates complaints were then that there were empty food cans strewn all over the place, as well as newspapers. I looked at the drawing again. There were newspapers and cans strewn on both the kitchen counters and the floor.

I thought, Did the landlords here bother to clean this place up at all when the last people left?

Date:09-04-11
Length: 3 Hours
Vividness: 10/10

I was in a very large body of water.
I was swimming around, and I thought it was really weird.. But cool.
My mom told me it was actually a huge movie theater that you can swim around in.
I swam around, and I saw this one girl I became good friends with earlier in the dream.
I went to the bathroom but I had a hard time getting there because of the water.

Suddenly I was in a place called Vienna, somewhere in Italy.
It was the most beautiful place in the world.
The sky was so amazingly blue, and everything was so colorful.
My dad said he needed to put something in a GPS.
We then walked down to the River of Vienna and started sailing down, each on tiny inner-tubes.
I saw a lottery machine on the edge of a bridge and it looked so majestic (awk), but seriously.

At one point, my dad was right behind me.
I accidentally turned around and sprayed him with water.
He made a loud bird-like screeching sound and started charging angrily towards me with his inner-tube.
I thought he wanted to hurt me, so I splashed him again.
He grabbed his eyes in pain while making that weird bird screech.

I woke up very confused.

-frenchblablabla

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was standing in an Italian-style alley. There were a few nondescript people walking down it.

Overhead, ten feet above my head, was a thick stucco bridge that joined the second floors of the two sides together. I looked up at the bridge, then down the alleyway, and saw a train coming at me. It was a red one, fairly boxy. However, it wasn't coming at me head-on; it was perpendicular to me, facing the wall. Because of this, there were only two cars that would fit in the alley. It started to accelerate towards me and I ran at it, punching the train a bit closer to the right-hand side. The metal sheared and broke where I impacted it, and the two sides of the train flew past me.

There is a castle in Umbria, Italy which I want to buy its about $10 million anyways I left my body and went there in my dream and I met a former Countess of the castle who was angry with me and told me that I needed to leave. I left immediately...this was the second time I experienced separation from my body and my spirit without the use of a drug.

Actors are running amok in my dreeeeaaaaams.

09/21/10

Don't leave your distractions up to me. Things will get dark.

I'm leaning over the stone railing of the balcony, stretched out under afternoon sunlight. The balcony overlooks the city below, with its clay tile rooftops and climbing ivy. This place is teeming with life, and I allow myself to bask in its positive energy. Looking at the roads below, I can see -

Wait.

"Is that guy riding a unicorn?" I ask.

The soldier standing next to me, dressed in forest green camo, puts a hand above his eyes and squints. "Oh, yeah. That's the pizza guy."

"The pizza guy." I repeat flatly. "Of course."

The pizza guy has convinced his unicorn to go up a flight of steps. As he turns the corner, I see his face. I bury my head in my hands.

I appear outside next to him. "Really, Misha?" I say, "You know what'll happen if they catch you?"

He says something.

I shake my head. "The stage is set." I make a grand gesture with a sweep of my arm. "Your distraction is ready."

How many pizzas would you need to feed a platoon of soldiers, anyway?

Vampires.

The girl looks maybe thirteen years old. She's quiet and sullen, and thirty vampires are following her through the darkness.

She didn't mean to turn them. Well, not all of them. As their sire, she's responsible for them, and needs to keep them under control.

I really need to kill a few, she thinks.

She keeps three.

"Rosie," she says, "It doesn't have to be this way." She's staring at the animated corpse of her friend. She turned Rosie into a vampire to save her life.

Rosie laughs, trapped as she is within the circle. Still grinning, she'll speak the words that will damn her friend forever.

Flashback.

This is the girl vampire's past. She's still human, up in the building that I just left, protected by a platoon of pizza-ordering soldiers in forest green.

The soldiers are all dead, attacked by vampires. The girl is injured, bleeding. There is one soldier left, a recurring character. He turns around to reassure her, tell her they'll be all right. He lowers his weapon.

"Look," I say gleefully. "You can see the precise moment that she turns."

She's a vampire now. She kills the soldier.

Scare Factor: 3/10
Rating: 4/10

I realize this was probably confusing. I've got nothing.