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Prior to this dream I had a different dream whose plot was kind of unclear and incoherent. What I remember from it was that I walked through a street in an old power-lines-across-the-street sort of western kind of village, while keeping an eye on a shop with a danish LOTTO (lottery) sign hanging outside (http://i.imgur.com/vYhkO90.jpg), but in the dream I thought of it as a LEGO sign for some reason, I think because my head couldn't remember what it was called at the time I had the dream, so it just filled in with the next thing that came to mind.

Next dream, I was in the local Kvickly supermarket, and I had two Lotto tickets. I asked the girl behind the counter, a cute little blonde, if she could redeem them for me. She looked at me in surprise and asked where I got those, those were way old. She didn't even think people had them any more. I didn't actually know where I got them myself, so I lied and said I found them. The guy behind the counter beside her asked, where? While camping, I said without hesitation. They believed it - oh right - and looked at the tickets curiously. I asked them if they could check whether they held a prize. The girl asked me if I could wait an hour. Couldn't you just send me an SMS when you find out, I asked. Of course, she replied, can you give me your phone number? Not being able to remember any phone number of mine at the time, I said, here give me yours and I'll send you a message so you can reply to that and be sure I get the reply. She let me, and asked me if I would like to join her in the lunch room. "Sure."

This type of dream had always bothered me ever since I got attacked in 2011. I fear for my life every time I found myself alone on the streets, both in waking life and in dreams. I first began on a street somewhere in a big city, a city like New York or Boston. I was just walking down on the sidewalk until I met some thugs on the way...

I ran in to a group of people whose plan was to always attack me once every time I'm seen in public, alone. There were ways for me to avoid walking up to them but I just had no intention of going anywhere else.

I walked up to the group of people and just after a few seconds of going their direction, I get attacked. I don't remember how but I do remember seeing a tasty piece of pork chop somewhere in my mind. It gave off a sad feeling.

I continued walking down the same street until I met up with a few other criminals and joined their group, only because it was my job at the time. I didn't feel any sense of friendship towards them either. Something inside me told me that these guys may only be using me to get some information off of the enemy. The city I was now in was somewhere in Mexico.

My purpose for being here was not needed. I was not this type of criminal, so I decided to flee the country, or die trying. Crossing the border was never my goal, but too leave such a horrid life of seeing others die and performing evil deeds was a goal I had to finish out! I've done so by walking just a few steps next to this Mexican village and ending up in some kind of a peaceful borderline where nothing evil would ever occur.

I killed a man just to get in this area. I had not told this to the authorities standing on the borderline, instead I lied to get away from the life I'm in. However, the person I killed came back from the dead to tell me it was okay. I fell to the ground and cried at the man's generosity for not turning me in. And it was at that moment when I realized, I was a bad person for lying. Then I woke up.

April 12, 2012
School Pickings
There was something going on in my school and people were being called up. This happened twice in the dream. During the second time, they tried to seperate the kids from the high schoolers, but the tallest person in the high school wanted to stand with the kids.

Exploding Wall
I was inside of some room that, apparently, was attached to my bedroom. I had never gone in the room, but someone used to sleep in there, because there was an empty bed frame and some of the drawers still had clothes in them. There was a wood lining just above the floor, on the wall (I don't know what it's called, it’s just wood at the bottom of a wall that goes around the room.) There was one piece of that lining that my mom was suspicious about. She thought there was a gun behind it! I was like, yeah right, and I picked it up, it was loose. There was a small explosion, and I went back a foot or two. (Just from fear, not the explosion; it was a small "Boom!") It kind of burnt my hand. It looked like there was a piece of sandpaper, a lottery ticket, and maybe a match was back there. Then people were being chosen for something outside the room I was in, and they said too bad you have to be in there!

Halo Star Wars Map
There was some big map I was in, kind of like in a Halo game. There was me and some other guy fighting. I was blue and could summon a force field that went in the middle of the map so he had to stay on his side. But he was red and he had a light saber, so I constantly had to lure him over to his side, then run back to my side and summon a force field. He would just start attacking the force field with his light saber, even though it did nothing. Then somehow, I broke the rules because I just stopped whatever I was doing with the red guy and picked up some box person. Everyone was looking at me and whispering as if I did something wrong.

Lying Mexican in an RV
I remember there was some guy in an RV telling me about what I needed to type in his thread about how I had a lucid dream. He gave me the basic script but I had to add in what the dream was like. He wanted me to lie saying I had a LD using his method. Also I think the guy was Spanish because I remember the word "Oramos". I thought in the dream it meant Christmas, but it actually means "we pray".

So, I've been looking around for other people who have consistent LD's every night and i found a couple But, it's weird because I was reading their dream journal and a lot of other peoples dream journals and a lot of their dreams are from movie scenes. Now for me, that never happened unless I memorized a movie scene and wanted to think about it while i was sleeping and then watch it in my mind..which is pretty weird. In fact, i usually make up my own dreams into a series. I dunno, I was just wondering if it was me or if people were lying.....

July 7ish 2010

Synopsis: A strange man in my bedroom claims to be the deceased brother of my friend. I don't believe him.

I am No Name
I was having a false awakening. My bedroom is very strange, like it's a mix of every bedroom I've ever lived in. Family, friends and co-workers come in and out of my bedroom, waking me up, asking me random things. Every time I roll over and go back to sleep.

I get up, and when I turn around, there's a strange boy sitting on my bed. He seemed so comfortable in my space it might as well be his bedroom. He was very nice and soft spoken. I don't remember all of our conversation.

But then he says "I have multiple personalities."

I think all of my friends are crazy, so I say "Oh, it's okay."

He lowers his head. What happens next was so jarring it made me lucid, but only for a few brief moments.

His head, hanging low, starts to shake violently! The hair transforms from brown to black. The neck completely detaches from the body as if on a hinge. The freed head-neck makes a complete 360 degree turn, going in and out of the chest as if it was only air. The head slowly raises up, and the neck snaps back into place.



His face completely changed!

"I am No Name. . . 'J'. . ."

I thought he was trying to steal my name! " 'J' is my name!"

He turns towards one of my drawings. "Did you use color pencils for this?"

"Yes! I had to buy a lot of pencils, it took me hours to finish it."

He looks around my room, and looks at me as if he's trying to analyze me. I wonder why he's so interested in me or why he's here on my bed. Then he tells me,

"I am Chris' brother."

I have no idea who's he talking about. I sorta know a Chris, but he doesn't a brother. Or does he mean a different Chris? When it's clear that he's confused me he changes his original statement.

"I am 'R's brother."

R is my friend from work. Her brother died years ago, and she isn't comfortable talking about it, at least not with me. So he was claiming to be her deceased brother visiting me in a dream.

"Really? You're R's brother?"

"Yes. And my name is spelled with two E's, not one."

"Oh, I didn't know that." Actually, I don't know what Rs brother name is.

He asks me "Is the family still living down on Wurzbach."

"No??"

But the question didn't make any sense to me. Because as far as I know R's family never lived on that road. They don't even live in this city!

Hey, I've got questions for him. "She doesn't talk about you. (It was years ago). Why doesn't she talk about you?"

He looks annoyed with my question and stands up. His face transforms again. This time he's anglo with fiery blond hair. I don't know what compelled me to say it, but I yell at him.

"Did you ever did anything to her? Did you ever hurt her in any way?"

He's pissed now! "WHAT ARE YOU GETTING AT? HUH? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY!" He nearly knocks down half of my room. I don't like that angry look in his eyes.

I woke up shortly after.

I was too scared to ask my friend if her family ever did live on a road wurzbach. Or if her brothers name is spelled with two Es. I figure this dream character isn't who he says he is, except that he has No Name.

June 20, 2010 - I'm up to date now!

Synopsis: First dream random. In the second dream, after trying to shop for dad I get accused of stealing! Third dream. In a war torn world, I remain the faithful student of a buddha, using my powerful psychokinetic gift to help stop the violence. But me and my partner are considered freaks, and the very city we love to protect turns on us! Only my teacher can help me now.

Night Time Note: Tonight was the first night I did my Dolphin Dream Mantra. But when it came time to visualizing, it was hard to focus on the ocean.

Dream Recall
I woke up. I couldn't really remember my dream anymore. But I just wrote what came to my head anyways. I'm making a painting of a dolphin. There is a rich man, evil man, who hired a hitman. Or someone hired a hitman to kill him.

Father's Day and Thieving at Work
I'm working alone. Where is everyone else? My sister is here with me to help me pick out some art supplies for my dad. I thought today would be a quiet day at work - but I'm getting swamped by costumers! And, I realize that I'm picking out all the wrong things. These brushes and paints won't do. I need to get the list I've left at home.

I leave the art supply store with my sister at 3pm. That means I closed the store two hours earlier than normal. I hope my boss doesn't yell at me. I get home and I've got my list. I start flying back to the art supply store. That's when I become slightly lucid and remember - wait - it is Father's Day. Were closed today! So I opened the store and suffered annoying costumers for no reason.

But I didn't come completely lucid. I still thought I could buy my dad some presents within the dream.

I get to the store, and all the other employees are here. What's going on? My boss frowns and explains this costumer wants to sue the entire store, for millions! She claims that I STOLED her anatomy art book. Me? What? I didn't steal anything!

I can hear her mouthing away with the cops. Painting a story that were horrible employees, doped up and drunken, and how I'm the worst one having stole her anatomy art book. Now the millions she's asking for would close this store for good! I tell her frankly - You're a lying bitch!

This whole dream was getting ridiculous. The cops approach me and I tell my side of the story. I did bring an anatomy art book home, because I brought it to work. It's not mine, but it belongs to my dad. They want proof. FINE! I storm out to go get my anatomy art book. Then I wake up. Remembering I wasn't going to buy art supplies for dad anyways. Stupid dream.

Psychokinetic Detective
It's the 1940's, it's the second world war. And everyone has a thick New York accent. Me and my partner are detectives. But because of our unique background, we are not well liked. Thanks to my teacher, I'm gifted with psychokinetic powers - all for the name of peace of course. My partner is actually my pupil, as well as a good friend. (reoccurring dream character)

You can find my mysterious teacher in our equally strange apartment. Everything in our apartment is shimmering, and sparkling, a cross between pearls and slug slime. Bright colors. And glowing bubbles are coming from the bathtub. where of all places, is where I meet my teacher. He's this glowing presence standing in the center of my bubbling bathtub. I only see him once in the dream before heading out on my adventure.

There's a nasty war going on. Enemy tanks parade the streets. And our idiot government thinks blasting them away with aerial bombs is the best defense. As if the aerial bombs don't destroy our city! A timed series of blasts, earth shaking, the sky lighting up. Some where another part of the city has been blown up.

I'm flying in a helicopter with my partner and other city cops. Normies, I call them. We're surveying the area.

"Look!"

In a ghetto part of town, enemy tanks were lining up. I could hear the cops calling in the find, so the soldier boys can drop their damn bombs. I had to do something!! I hold out my palm, and using my powers I move the tanks! The tanks roll over, upside down, rendered useless. I moved some of them too quickly, and you can hear the sound of steel crashing. I hoped I didn't injure the men inside, even if they were our enemies.

When we land, some of the cops and soldier boys seemed annoyed with what I did. My gift makes them uncomfortable. As we survey on foot, we run into more enemy tanks. And again, before the boys can call in the find, I move the tanks and render them useless. It's not always easy for me, so I'm glad the tanks move slow. The normies are sneering and sizing me up!

I ask my partner "Did I do the right thing?"

He smiles warmly and says "Yes. 'Teach would be proud."

That's right. I had to keep reminding myself who my teacher was. A pacifist, a buddha, my teacher wouldn't want me to use my gift any other way. I had to be careful when moving the tanks not to use too much force.

Were done patrolling! All the enemy tanks have been destroyed, or rendered useless thanks to me. The government declares the war over! Victory! And the once empty streets are starting to fill with people. But as we walk back to the station we pass by one very tiny overlooked street.

We ran into one last enemy tank. No big deal, just one tank, and it's a tiny tank too. We'll get rid of it while the city celebrates. But before I could even hold out my palm, the tank races towards us. It was coming so fast - we had to run or be run over! I had no idea a tank could move this fast! Is this the enemy's new secret weapon?

The cops pull out their guns but they're useless. My partner runs too slow and the tank attacks him. He's down! Damn, I have to do something. I stand in the middle of the street and hold my palm. I know by the time I can focus on moving the tank, the tank will fire. The tank flips overs!! It's energy beam hits me! But it feels like sticky taffy? What is this? My partner gets up and wipes himself clean.

We recollect ourselves and run around the corner. Checking every street, waiting anxiously for the next dangerously fast tank. Nothing.

The General comes, I quickly warn him the city is in danger. He drives me to the hospital himself. I assumed it was to make sure this sticky goo didn't infect me with something freaky. But when I get there I realize, this is a nut house! The nurses and clerks look at me with distaste. The cops who escorted me look pleased. They've probably have been waiting for the day for a freak like me to be locked up.

"What's going on!" I demand as the cops sign me in.

The General comes in and explains"I'm sorry. But I had to do this. I talked to my boys and they said there was no tank! There is no enemy secret weapon."

They look at me with those eyes. The eyes you use to size up a crazy man. "No! You're men are lying! They've been waiting to lock me up!"

They drag my partner in with handcuffs, he looks defeated. I yell "Ask him! Did you see the tank?"

He looks up with sad eyes "Yes, I did!" And they take him away to a cell.

I slam my hand on the table. "Dammit General!! There were four people out there. Now me and my partner say we saw a tank. Your boys say they didn't. That's two and two. That's a 50 and 50 chance the tank is and isn't real. You have no choice but to investigate yourself! That tank fired something strange. It would have left a residue. Look for it!"

The General storms out of the room with the rest of the cops. The clerks tinker away with their paper work. I'm sure they're trying to find me a room. Well, hopefully the General will do the right thing, and realize the city is in danger. Tap-tap-tap.

I can see the General's head peaking from the back door. I sneak back there and he opens the back door for me. "I know you're not crazy. But the city is in denial. We'll have to work in secret."

He leads me away. Where once were long streets of the city, are now long corridors and hallways. We've set up in the corner of the hallway. Waiting anxiously for the next dangerous tank. I've left my partner behind, he could use a break. The General and some ladies go through piles of paper work. Looking for clues of an enemy experiment. When they find something unsettling.

It's a newspaper clipping years ago, about a mad scientist trying to create psychokinetic monsters. The ladies look at me with those eyes. I shake my head "That's propaganda!"

Something catches my attention. My spider senses are going off! I look down the hallway. "General, something is coming." It's outside. Coming closer and closer. My heart is beginning to race. "What is it?" I look passed the hallway, passed the exit door. It's a mob!

"A mob of angry people are coming for this building. They have no weapons, only their bear fists and grinding teeth." I can see them on top the hillside coming closer and closer. The General stands up. "Who are they? Can you read their minds? Are they our citizens? Are they the enemy?"

The General wants to know whether he can open fire on them or not. But I can't allow him to fire either way. "I don't know. Theres too many minds. All I sense is their anger and hatred! They're coming!"

The exit door bursts open! I jump in front of the angry mob, leading them safely away from the General and the others. I let the mob chase me after hallway and hallway. There's so many of them! I use my powers to knock one man off his feet, trying to slow the mob down. But they trample him to death! Crap! My teacher isn't going to like that.

I fly! I fly faster and take a sharp turn. Losing the mob. I hide in a room. What should I do? I look outside the window. I know what to do, I have to lead them back outside. The mob has dispersed. Attacking anyone they run into. I fly into a clerks office. She is a black woman with curly hair (reoccurring dream character). She doesn't like me very much.

"I know I know. This is my mess. I need you to do something. Tell the angry mob that I'm waiting for them outside."

"And you think they'll just go?"

"Of course, they're here for me. Go and tell them!"

She tells her assistant to carry out the task instead. The assistant does as told.

I fly outside. I need high ground. So I fly to higher roof. And a higher roof. I call to my partner to help me. He flies to me and stands by my side. The first angry mobster comes stumbling out of the building. He flies up to where I am. I had no idea normies could fly! He snarls and hisses like a beast! I focus energy into my hands, when I do, my partner disappears (reoccurring theme).

He attacks me! I grab his face with my hands, and draw out the evil energy possessing him! "Be free!!" Lol..exorcism. The man is free from the evil within him. He goes limp, and falls to the floor. Two angry mobsters come out. And I have to act even quicker. But the next group was about ten angry mobsters. Crap. Too many. I can't handle them all!

I fly away and I fly even higher. But they keep up with me. Screaming, taunting me. Without realizing I had flown all the way back to my glowing iridescent apartment. That's it!! I can't handle them, but if there is one person who can heal this angry mob it's my teacher.

The glowing magical bubbles surround me. The angry mob gets closer and closer, hissing, snarling, cursing. I start to sing a lullaby to lure them in. . . . . "Oh holy room of wonders!"

Then I wake up