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Taking lunch in the University courtyard which I often dream of (not the real one). Become aware of a pilgrimage of Western soldiers through China, from SW to NE, as some form of protest. Started to watch a news report on the subject, which was presented like a weather report, with a puppet weatherman standing in front of a map of China covered with yellow McDonald's symbols of varying size, probably representing cities. Reporter showed path of soldiers, and where they were taking refuge in a small country, isolated in the middle of China. Report of some being abducted from sanctuary country by Chinese government. Reporter went on to talk about commercialisation of mainland China, indicating McDonald's symbols.

I had three dreams last night (that I can remember):

DREAM #1

I am semi-lucid during this dream.

Kermit the frog appeared next to my bed. And then we both float up into the air and start flying down the stairs and out the front door. I decide that I wanted Kermit to glow, so he starts glowing. Then we’re just flying through the sky and singing together, and that's about where the dream ends.

DREAM #2

I'm sitting in some kind of loft type place, with some guy with a beard, and we're watching soccer on TV. I have a feeling I don't like this guy. Not a very long or detailed dream.

DREAM #3

I'm in my backyard, and Acacia and Abby (my friends) are there. I'm commenting on Abby's hair because it has all these weird braids in it that you can somehow see from the back but not the front.

Suddenly, Acacia decides that she really wants coffee, and we decide to go to McDonald's to find some. There's this random McDonald's window near my house. The lady working there is one of the cafeteria ladies from my school. Unfortunately the McDonald's is closed. I check the time on my iPod and see that it's almost 9 PM, when for some reason I thought it was only around 5 or so.

Acacia and I go to a different McDonald's, where we have to stand in line for a minute because there are a few people ahead of us. While we're waiting, I notice that Acacia is wearing a black hat and sparkling purple lipstick. So I'm like, "Ooh I love your lipstick!" And Acacia is like, "Thanks!"

So I try to decide what to order, but I can't see the menu from where I'm standing. Plus there's all this random stuff piled up behind the counter. Acacia tells me they're selling one brand of coffee called Coldwell Scent that only costs a dollar, so that is what we both decide to order. The lady who takes our order has black hair pulled back into a messy bun, and I think she seems nice.

I wake up before we actually get our coffee.

... Well, at least I was kind of lucid during that first dream. I realized I was dreaming and controlled one small thing. Not much, but it's a step forward I guess.

I'm On Stage with Asking Alexandria and we are playing A whole set that in Order goes I Once Could Have Possible Been A CowBoy King, If You Can't Ride Two Horses At Once, To The Stage, Breathless, Another Bottle Down, and Reckless and Relentless. I'm Playing Guitar and Singing or Screaming Back Up but the whole band is there, its like I'm A guest Appearance.

I'm walking through the woods with my step dad, and were hunting something, but were in a swampy area and were going down a really sharp hill. I hear beautiful Classic like music, but it is only Strings Percussion and Piano, I wish I could Remember Because I know at the Time I thought It was the most beautiful music I heard. I wish I could Record It for the World.

I wake up in my aunties bed at her house, which isn't that unusual considering that when I used to live with her while I was in high school she would wake me up when she got up and let me go there from the couch. Anyway my cousin comes walking in the room and we chat for a bit. then I get up and go through the house to the kitchen. I see a bag if mcdonalds, I reach in and grab a hash brown patty thing. I walk back to the room and doug gets pumped seeing the McDonalds and gets up to go get one, but some of his nephews grab the last and walk into the room across the hall, and doug sits down and says that he hates those kids. So I say, Why Don't we just go to McDonalds if he wants some. We start walking down the road with his older brother and some other people. I wake up suddenly, and realise it was a dream, a really realistic one, I close my eyes and immediately fall back in, except now were already just down the road from McDonalds, and there are some cops sitting where they always are on the highway, and they are staring at us. We drive past and park at McDonalds. Every one orders ahead of me While I go through the menu and I have six dollars.I have never ate anything in a dream that I can actually remember eating and there was a post I read about it on DV last night so I want to try some good stuff. I notice that there are some new Items that are a specialty milkshake thing.Apple in chocolate, Pistachio in Chocolate and Fudge in Chocolate. They are all labled and 2.98 for the large so I order the Apple In Chocolate Large with two Cheesburgers and A McChicken. Suddenly some really hot girl gets in line right beside me. She Is dressed in all black, Sheer Top with A Leather? Mini Skirt, and she has streaks of her hair dyed blue and a tiny nose piercing. I Immediately introduce myself and ask her her name. She replies and I immediately notice her accent placing her from the Czech Republic and she has a beautiful accent. I comment on it then kiss her, and turn around because my order is up. Except the guy only gave me a small and when I point it out he throws a fit so I freak out and throw it in his face then jump over the counter. I use my mind to throw him to the ground and pin the rest of the staff against the wall. I start to make my own and grab a couple of burgers and A large fry. I then throw my six dollars on the floor and reach into my pocket and throw some quarters down too. I hop over the counter and walk up to where everyone is waiting for me at the outdoors table. I walk up and try to teleport all of us back to my aunties by blinking, but when I open my eyes I'm laying in bed. I Immediately close my eyes and get back in. I then tell them that we have to get out of there and they say No I can do it alone. I get pissed then turn and study my hands for stability and start flying away. I start flying way high up out of the atmosphere and toward the moon. Eventually I pass an astronaut and I am almost to the moon, then the phone rings.

24th of May, 2010

Started of riding my bike at night time looking for a carpark. Eventually I noticed some seedy guy and, naturally, decided to get off and follow him down some stairs. We found ourselves at this indoor McDonalds and I was looking for some hot-cakes but they were all out. Wandered around for a bit nd noticed a cafe of sorts which had this amazing looking fruit salad iced crush drink...thing. I still want to eat it to this day; it looked so damn groovy.

Somehow I ended up in this rich guy's house with a whole bunch of others. He had this amazing home theatre system and bar set up. At this point we were all employees working on some kind of event.
We walked into the freezer and opened up a panel that lead us into this HUGE hanger filled with weapons and missiles and storage crates on conveyer belts. Jeremy, my current boss, was suddenly the owner and was running around like a mad man trying to sort out the fact that the ice in the freezer was thawing because we were in there. He started crying.

Then I woke up and had a laugh to myself.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was a bright, warm, sunny day. I was in some kind of suburban neighborhood with a group of people. We all stood out in the middle of the road, in a wide intersection, near the crest of a shallow hill. The other side of the hill felt very airy, possibly like the seashore was nearby.

Somehow I knew -- I may actually have been explaining it to a business woman -- that either a plague or a flood had hit this area. The place had been ravaged for a while: either overwhelmed by waters or distraught by disease.

The calamity had subsided. But things weren't back to normal. The town's population was now extremely low.

On top of that, there were certain streets that were now run by dogs. It was easy to tell the streets apart. The streets that had nice, new, black asphalt were streets where humans lived. But the streets with older, pale asphalt were run by dogs. The streets with old asphalt, I knew, had been so ravaged by the calamity that the new asphalt had been stripped off of them.

It was known that the dogs would guard their streets. If humans came down the streets, the dogs, which were like German Shepherds, would group together along the street and growl the human away, back out of the street.

But new asphalt was now also being laid through the dog streets as well. The group of people and I were following one new strip of asphalt that had been laid, coming out of a dog street and heading toward the front of this neighborhood (which now, apparently, was a gated community).

There were two or three mail delivery men up ahead of us, pushing their bag-carts full of mail. Walking near the men were two or three big, black dobermans. I feel like they were acting as an escort for the mailmen, who, now that the new asphalt was being laid, were again having to go into the dog streets to deliver mail to the houses.

I was now outside the community's gates and a few blocks down. I was talking with somebody, probably a black man in his mid twenties, maybe a little skinny, with reddish hair, wearing a red shirt.

The man and I were out here on a job. The man may have been gossipping to me or complaining about the work, trying to find a way for the two of us to get out of it, even though I wasn't interested in finding a way out of the work.

I was now walking back up toward the gated community. The gate, I could see, was a kind of cheap-looking, chain-link fence, with a tiny post-structure for a security guard to stand inside of. After the fence, the street went up a hill that was covered in the deep shade of heavy-canopied trees.

There were a couple of people behind me and beside me to my right, but just out of my view. A black woman said to her friend, "I don't wanna have to see them showing off their lust for each other again. It makes me sick."

I wondered who the woman could have been talking about. I now saw that the community's gate was open, and that two black, female security guards were walking back and forth in the open space.

The women were both overweight, and their security uniforms were really tight on them. One woman was darker. She had hair about to her shoulders, brown, with blonde streaks in it. The other woman was lighter and had blondish hair, long, in tight braids that pulled up in a fountain-shape and then flowed down.

The long-haired woman was following the short-haired woman around closely, almost flopping over her. I could see now that these two women were lesbian lovers. The woman who had been complaining a moment ago had been complaining about these two women.

Dream #2

I was in a really nice restaurant. I sat along the back wall, with my right side against the wall, at a table for two. The restaurant was one big room, full of tables for two or four people. The tables and chairs were all of heavy, dark wood. The walls may also have been of heavy, dark wood.

It must have been daytime. The restaurant's lighting was dim, and most of the light seemed to be coming from a window at the front of the restaurant.

The chairs at my table, and at all the tables along the back wall, had tall backs, maybe two meters tall, carved in a Gothic style. The chairs were so tall and solid, they made me feel like it was sitting in a booth rather than at a table.

A wealthy-looking white man, maybe in his forties, sat at the table directly in front of mine. I was probably waiting for my food. I was reading a book, scribbling some figures with a pencil onto a pad of pink paper, and listening to music with my headphones.

But I now noticed I'd been singing along to the music I'd been listening to. I didn't know if my singing had been any good. I hoped I hadn't been singing too loud.

I thought it would have been rude to be singing like that here, in such a nice restaurant, with such a serious guy sitting in front of me. But I may also have thought that the guy could possibly have been a talent scout. I may have thought that if he'd heard me singing, he'd want to sign a record contract with me.

But I was more embarrassed by my bad singing and my impertinence for singing in such a place. I took out my earphones and put them away.

Dream #3

I walked into a restaurant in the downtown area of some big city. The restaurant was part of some big building, possibly a big hotel. The restaurant was huge, with windows for all its walls, letting in streams of bright morning light.

The restaurant was like one big room, but divided into a number of areas, mainly by means of setting some parts of the room up on higher platforms, maybe 30cm to 60cm in height, and arranging these platforms at odd angles from the rest of the restaurant. Some areas may also have been divided off by glass walls or waist-high divider-walls.

There was one little alcove with a couple tables in it just off to the left of the entrance. I was thinking of sitting there. There were a few big, beautiful, white business men sitting at a table. One man had a tanned, but reddened face and wiry, brown-red hair. He was laughing with the other men.

I still wanted to sit in that room. I wanted to sit near those men. But I also wanted to avoid them. I didn't want them to think I was trying to intrude in their business.

I looked throughout the rest of the restaurant. It was all empty. There may have been a waitress walking through some of the seating areas, doing something. But that was it.

I was now (I don't know why) so embarrassed with having wanted to sit at a table near the business men that I left the restaurant. I walked around the corner, but then came back in through a different door. This way, I thought, the business men would think I'd left. That way they wouldn't think I was trying to intrude on their business.

I was back in the restaurant. I walked up onto one of the platform levels and took a seat just a couple tables away from the glass wall dividing this area from the room the business men sat in. Apparently I still wanted to be close to the business men. One of the business men did take notice of me. I felt kind of stupid.

Dream #4

It was night. I was sitting with my family at a McDonald's. The McDonald's was packed with people. The place felt hot and greasy and steamy.

My family and I sat at a very low, long table. My mom, my siblings, my nephews and niece, and I all sat packed together. But there was another whole group of people at the table, too. So we were all pretty crammed together.

We had all our belongings heaped up on the table as well. I had a backpack or a book bag in front of me, amid a heap of other stuff.

Someone brought out our food. I had fries, possibly something with chicken in it, and a soda. I had to reach around all the stuff on the tables to get to the drink-tray with the sodas in it. The sodas were all smalls, in white cups.

But when I looked at my drink in the drink tray, I realized that, while I'd ordered a Coke, I'd been given a Sprite. I was really mad. I'd been here a number of times, and every time I'd asked for a Coke, I'd gotten a Sprite.

I blurted out, "Christ, I hate these people. They did it to me again!"

But I noticed that there was an extra drink in the drink tray. It was a watery-looking orange drink in the drink tray. It looked like a mix of orange Hi-C and carbonated water. I like Hi-C, so I thought I would just be satisfied with that drink instead.

But my brother, who was sitting just to my right, said, "Did they give you the wrong thing? Don't take it. I'll complain to them."

I didn't want anybody to complain, as, in my experience, complaining just made things worse. But my brother had already complained and was now back in his seat.

Now one of the workers came up, a fat, white woman, dressed in blue slacks, a dark maroon polo shirt with blue sleeves and collar, and a visor-hat with a maroon visor. The woman asked, "Did someone here have a complaint about their drink?"

I stood up to face the woman. I didn't want to. But since she was here, I thought, I should just be honest with her. But I hid my face behind the top half of a big styrofome meal-container that was holding a bunch of ripple-cut french fries. I was even shoving french fries and catsup in my mouth as I stood there.

But the woman knew it was me. She either poked her head around the container or forced me to lower the container so she could see my face.

The woman said something like, "Oh, so it's you again!" as if she knew me for a constant trouble maker in the store.

It was obvious that the woman wasn't going to change my drink. She walked away, back behind the front counter. But she sent out another worker, either a black man or a black woman, to kind of pace back and forth around the table and make sure I wasn't trying to start any more trouble.

My family had all finished their meal and were ready to go. We were in a hurry to get somewhere -- maybe to the airport, so I could catch a flight back to New York.

Everybody else in the family was now outside, and I was sitting at the table by myself. It also felt like a large part of the people in the restaurant were gone, too. The place felt kind of empty.

I was trying to pick up all my stuff to get going. But for some reason I couldn't find my book bag.

A new family was coming into the store. There were a mom, a dad, a daughter, and some other people. The dad was tall, white, with a huge belly, barely held in by a thin t-shirt. He wore dark-tinted eyeglasses and had short, blonde-grey, curly hair.

The daughter was young, maybe twelve or thirteen years old. She wasn't very pretty. She had kind of frizzy hair and a nerdy look. But I was probably really attracted to her sexually.

The father obviously thought of me as "below" him, and he didn't even want me around his family while they ate. He was bustling around near me, huffing and puffing and trying to intimidate me. Finally he walked over to my table and stepped on my book bag (which was now on the floor?) a couple times.

I was really angry that the father stepped on my book bag. I had my computer in there. He could have broken it. I was probably going to stand up to him.

But suddenly I was outside, walking with my family to the car. We got in the car as I was telling my mom about the guy who had been bullying me inside. My mom may have asked if I wanted to take care of it in any way. But I didn't think it was any use.

I told my mom, though, that I probably should go back into the store. I'd been looking for my book bag in there, and I hadn't found it yet.

My mom said, "Oh, we just took your book bag with us when we headed out of the restaurant. It's in the back." (The back was like a hatchback, rather than a trunk.) "Did you want me to get it for you before we started driving?"

I kind of did. I wanted to make sure my computer was okay. I remembered the man stepping on my bag. But I didn't know if that was a real memory, now. If my mom had taken the bag out with her, it couldn't have been there for the man to step on.

I figured I'd just take a chance, then, and look at my computer once we got to wherever we were going. I told my mom, "No, that's fine. As long as my book bag's in the car with us, that's all I care about."

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I stood out on some covered concrete area, like between the entrances to two buildings that were a part of the same apartment complex. It was a grey day.

I stood out with a young girl who IWL lives in my apartment complex. We may have just come out from a set of sliding glass doors. Now the girl stood with her back against a concrete pillar.

The girl told me she wasn't really allowed to talk to adults anymore. She'd gotten involved with some adult woman who worked as something like an undercover agent for the FBI But the woman had fallen in love with the girl and gotten herself in trouble through distraction.

I saw in my mind's eye that the FBI woman was Latina, a bit overweight, wearing black jeans and a black and red jacket.

So now the girl's dad told the girl that she was no longer allowed to talk to adults. But I figured I could probably talk to the girl anyway. I wasn't planning on falling in love with her.

Dream #2

I was in a living room with a man, probably my brother-in-law, and two of my nephews, who were both babies. My brother-in-law had one of his kids slung up onto his shoulders, and he was saying something like, "Time for a diaper change!"

My brother-in-law walked out with that nephew of mine. The other nephew was still there. I now noticed that he was wearing only a diaper, which was really soggy. I thought my nephew looked a little too old to be wearing diapers.

My nephew jumped off the couch and cried, "Diapers are fun!" He then started crawling around in a skinny space between the coffee table and the TV.

Dream #3

I was at Victoria's Secret, for some reason, getting rung up for something. The items may have been lingerie, or they may have been the black slacks and jackets the Victoria's Secret workers wear.

Dream #4

I was at the end of some area that looked like a huge tunnel. The tunnel was lit up well and had peach-colored walls. It seemed like the area was used for something like a shopping plaza.

I was crouched down at the mouth of the tunnel, possibly with my back to some wooden barricades or police tape. Somebody may have come up behind me and annoyed me. I may have told him to get lost. Another person may have asked me for help with something. I may have given him directions.

Another man now approached me. He was an older, black man. He'd asked me if I'd given the other man advice about how to set up a shop in this area. I said I had. The man seemed to be mad at me. I knew people didn't like it when other people started working here. But the man didn't act too mad.

The man and I may then have stood near his own shop, which was something like a soup shop, set up in a little, wooden shack.

I was walking away. But I was now out on some plaza-like area like between buildings on a college campus. The blue moonlight shone down on the plaza.

The man now came up behind me. He was fatter than he'd been before, and he was wearing a nice, orange shirt and tweed jacket But he was now, apparently, a homeless person with no money. He asked me if I could give him some money. So I gave him some change.

Suddenly there were a whole bunch of old, fat guys pressing up against me, asking me for change. But I didn't have any more change. In fact, I didn't have any more money! I tried to tell the guys this. But they were all mad at me. They told me they'd get me soon.

I was now in some weird space like a house with a huge window looking out over a backyard area. But the backyard area, as the dim, grey morning light revealed it, was actually a huge area of rolling, grassy hills, small, brambly, tangled trees, and shallow, muddy ponds. Up to the right was a tall hill that towered over everything else.

I may have been out earlier in this area. I may have thrown the man over my shoulder and into one of the shallow, muddy ponds. While I had been standing over the pond, I'd heard my old friend R suggest that I just go ahead and kill the man.

I thought there was no way I could kill another person. I wouldn't like to do it, and I could never get away with it. But R told me that I should murder the man. He even had a place where I could bury the body.

I was now crouched down before a different hill, but in the same kind of landscape. I heard Camille Paglia and my friend R talking about how all people are at all different stages of mental development.

Paglia said that people who like a certain poet (or listen to a certain style of music?) are of an "older stage" of mental development, like from Edmund Spenser's time. They aren't as developed, Paglia said, as people with modern minds.

I now either saw or stood near the top of the hill. There was one large spot, maybe ten meters across, where the ground was extremely soft and slimy under the grass, compared to the rest of the rather firm, muddy soil. I knew this without touching or stepping into the spot.

Dream #4

I sat on my knees before a coffee table in a living room. I was all by myself. But suddenly my grandpa and my step-grandma walked in the front door.

I was surprised to see my grandpa: he'd passed away a few years back. But I figured that my step-grandma had done something to make it so my grandpa could come back for a while.

I was also surprised by my grandpa's hair, which was tight and curly. He also had thick sideburns, like lamb's wool.

My step-grandma and grandpa sat down on a couch behind me. I continued to sit facing the coffee table, with my back to the couch. My great grandma may also have come in at some point, sitting in a chair to the left side of the couch.

My step-grandma told me to remain calm about everything, and just to perceive my grandpa being here, without any questions or worries. Getting too worked up would make my grandpa disappear.

I turned my head slowly back and tried to look at my grandpa. But now he looked really weird. I thought at the time that he was back to looking like he did before he died of cancer. But he actually looked a lot different. His eyes were huge, almost popping out of his head. And something about his face was almost plasticky.

I looked away. I thought, If my imagination made my grandpa look like that, then I can imagine him a different way. I'll imagine him when he was young and healthy.

But I was now in a room with my grandma, my grandpa's first wife. My grandma was talking to me about me and my little cousin A, and how the two of us are so special to her.

As my grandma spoke to me, she was playing with two or three cylndrical, but rough, pieces of wood, each about 20cm long and 5cm in diameter. My vision was really focused on these pieces of wood.

One or two of the pieces formed a man's body. The third had a smaller tab at its base, which was supposed to fit into a notch at the mid-point of the man. I thought that my grandma was trying to fit this third piece of wood onto the man as if it were his phallus.

Dream #6

It was early morning, with a clear, blue sky. I was drifting in, along a river, in toward a city, on a small, wooden boat. The river was big, but I was calling it a canal. I knew the city I was drifting in toward was something like a canal city, like Venice. But I may have also thought of it as a university town, like Oxford.

I now drifted up toward the buildings at the edge of the river. The buildings were all massive, beautiful, and made of red brick. The rising sun was just hitting the tops of the buildings, setting them in gold light, against the blue-grey shade.

I knew that a young man would be by soon to come pick me up. He was going to take me to a library, where I would spend some time studying. But I knew the young man was kind of resentful of me, and that he was reluctant even to come pick me up.

I passed toward or under some tallish, stone arch. I thought that it was still early in the morning. So maybe before I went to the library I could pick up a cup of coffee. I was sure there would be a Starbucks somewhere. I may have been thinking of this place as like the Financial District in New York!

I was now with the man in the library. We were in some kind of central spot. The place was massive, with heavy, wood walls. There was a wide balcony formed in a sqaure, looking down to the floors below. There was a staircase just ahead.

I knew the next level down was a quiet area. I may have heard a thin, grey-haired woman with glasses telling me, as if I were already down there, that there was no activity allowed in that area except for quiet study. It sounded perfect to me.

Dream #7

I was walking in the parking lot of a huge shopping center. It was a grey day. I walked past a McDonald's, with the lane for the drive-thru to my left.

Two white girls and a really short black boy came walking up toward me. The boy purposely got in my way, cornering me against the little curb separating the drive-thru lane from the rest of the parking lot.

I twisted my body so I wouldn't hit the little boy. I'd had to move fast -- it seemed like the boy was almost lunging at me. I lost my balance and stumbled into the drive-thru lane.

I looked back at the boy. It seemed like he was pretty amused at himself for what he'd done. People of all ages had done that to me before, and given the same amused look. But I decided this time I wasn't going to let the person get away with it.

So I walked all the way around the McDonald's building, so I could wind up behind the boy and girls. I snuck up on them and pulled the little boy toward me by the back of his shirt.

I thought I was really going to tell the boy off! But I said, "Hey, man, any time you need any help, any time you need me to do anything for you, just let me know, okay?"

This is actually a two parter, but both have to do with me and everyone else driving completely out of control.

Dream One:This dream literally only lasts about 45 seconds from what I remember, but this is what happened. I was speeding in my mom's Honda Civic, taking sharp turns, not signalling, or paying attention to anything around me. The last thing that happened was I ran through a stop light which I was sure was green at an intersection, although, I didn't bother to pay attention to what color it was, and I came a hairline close to t-boning an SUV taking a left turn out of the intersection. Now, if the light was green, this would proof that I was not the only one driving recklessly. Anyway, when I slammed on the brake my heart beat just sped up rapidly and the shock woke me up. And that's how it ended...

Dream Two:In this dream, I was in the Honda Civic again, only this time with my mom and my older brother. However, this didn't stop me from driving the way I was in my previous dream. The oddest part is they didn't seem to care either. Intersection after intersection I would always get cut off and I had to retaliate by cutting off cars as well. So I know for sure that it was not only me being a reckless driver in this dream. On our way home, I drove up my street going at least 70 mph and drove right past my house, obviously. I cursed at the fact that I had to make a U-turn now, but suddenly I just fell through the driver seat, appeared in the back and my mom took control of the wheel. Now, if this was because she was sick of my asinine driving skills, then she didn't improve very well herself. She did no intention of slowing down until we came up this hill, went airborn going back down, and fell back on the road is when she slowed down just before getting back on the main street. We took a right, and we noticed a McDonald's next to a Shell gas station. We started to pull in, until another SUV cut us off BACKING out of the exit and onto the main road. We all cursed at the people inside the SUV and the passenger rolled down their window. I'm referring to this person as "they" because I can not tell for the life of me if this was a man or a woman. Whoever they were, they stared us down for a good 5 seconds, followed by flipping us the bird. After which, my mom punched them in the face out of the driver window (which was pretty awesome by the way ) and we pulled into the drive-thru. My mom asked me what I wanted, but I was too overwhelmed from all the close calls I had gotten myself into. She asked me again, this time annoyed for my long response, and I responded to her with, "I want a McFlurry." and my dream ended.

So this dream attaches to the previous one about the frozen lake. But I consider them to be two different dreams since I see no segway. Why am I having so many dreams about cheating and stuff?

I am here in my girlfriend's room cuddling and what not. Everything seems peaceful until she gets a text message. I pick my head up and acknowledge that the phone chimed. But she seemed suspicious. She didn't let me see and she tried to hide her texting way too hard. So I kindly asked,
"Who is it babe?" and she replied,
"None of your business!" I grew extremely jealous at this point. So I took her phone and looked through it. She didn't even try to take it away. It seemed like she wanted to show me something but couldn't muster up the courage to say so. I look at her face and her eyes tear up a bit. I then look at her phone. It's a Samsung Behold. Anyone who has owned this phone knows what the messaging looks like. So I see the message she got and it's from a person who she entitled on her phone "Brace " His message read,
"Well, I got to go." and her response to that was,
"Ok. Te amo." "Te Amo" means "I Love You" in Spanish. And my heart sank to my feet. I didn't want to jump to conclusions so I asked her, in a very loud voice, if she was cheating on me. She never looked up at me and didn't say a thing. I knew then she was. I couldn't believe what had happened to me. I got cheated on. Man, worst feeling in the world! I was depressed and just didn't care about a thing anymore. So I magically arrived at this seaside McDonald's on the shore of the frozen ocean. The place looked futuristic. I walk forward and a big glass wall gave the people an amazing view of the ocean and their nearby pool. (Why?) Yes, they had a pool. But this pool was steaming, and I could here my parents walk through the doors and saw them head to the pool. I turned around to the register and ordered some food. Only thing was I ordered one of everything on the menu! After a few minutes, I took my tower of food to a seat in the corner where no one would see me in my sorrow. Magically, I finished everything in only a couple of seconds. Yet, I felt empty inside. The End.

Wow, I need to work on my conclusions haha...