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Hopefully this marks the beginning of a long and successful venture into the world of Lucid Dreaming for me. After discovering this site only yesterday, I became instantly intrigued at the thought of controlling my own dreams. Prior to last night, my experiences with dreams only involved the occasional remembrance of what I dreamed the night before. As a child i used to have a lot nightmares from what I can remember. Walking slow, being small, impending doom, not being able to talk/scream. All that good stuff. I can say that for the past many years though that I haven't had really any nightmares, besides the ones where I am at work in my dream, haha.

My goal with Lucid Dreaming is not spiritual. Nor is it to inspire creativity. It is simply to experience something beyond what we as humans can explain. Dreams and the human brain, while widely researched, still can't be 100% explained. There are things that happened that are beyond our grasp of understanding and there is an element of mystery to it. The thought of being able to fly, go on an adventure, and be in complete control of an environment that can feel as real as the real world excites me. I am more than ready to venture into the world of Lucid Dreams!

Last night I grabbed a spare notebook I had and designated it my Dream Journal. I placed it on the night stand next to my bed where my alarm clock, phone and fan are so that hopefully I would see it and immediately write down anything I could remember about my dreams. I also repeated the phrase "I will record my dreams when I wake up" over and over in my head while falling asleep. It normally takes me awhile to fall asleep, and a lot of thoughts through the day get repeated in my head as I lay there, sometimes keeping me awake. I'll admit, I was extremely excited to see what kind of dreams my mind was going to produce, and if I'd be able to remember them all and actually record them.

Dream 1

I remember sitting in my room on the floor near my shelf of DVD's. I see a small container filled with weed just sitting there on top of some of my DVDs. Next I remember driving around on some back roads. I had this feeling like I was leaving work and was heading home to take a shower, because my job involves me getting pretty dirty so the first thing I always do is take a shower.

The dream seemed to transition from being just back roads to me driving around in a huge parking lot. During that time I seemed to be smoking a joint of the weed that I found earlier. The parking lot looked very similar to a mall near my house, though it's not on the way home from work so I don't know why I would've been driving around there if my intention was to go home and take a shower. I remember at one point while being in the car I was wearing my robe I put on after taking a shower. My mind obviously had a shower on it's mind.

I also recall some sort of commentary about the things I was doing in my dream. Like if I was watching my dream like a movie and I put on the directors commentary. The voice was not recognizable to me though.

As I woke up, I looked over to check the time and saw my Dream Journal sitting there. Immediately I started writing down everything I could think of. I didn't turn the lights on to see what I was writing. I am also a very sloppy writer, so my entry looks like a jumbled pile of words that I had to decipher this morning while using what I could remember later on to put together the dream.

I then put the Dream Journal back in its place and went back to sleep, repeating the same phrase again and again to remind myself to remember my dream. During this time of trying to fall back asleep, my mind seemed like it was creating it's own thoughts. It felt similar to day dreaming, but it seemed like I wasn't in control of what I was thinking. Scenarios were playing out in my head without my control, and I would eventually snap out of it and repeat the phrase again and again. I'm almost positive I wasn't in any sort of sleep state, but I wasn't 100% awake either. It was rather strange. I eventually fell asleep though.

Dream 2

I am driving on an icy road in what seemed to be winter time with my older brother and his girlfriend. The section of road we were on was very familiar, and looked to be one that is located close to my house. We are part of a convoy because my co-worker is driving his car in front of us, and there is a car behind us too that was traveling with us. I don't exactly recall who was in the car behind us, but I believe it might have been one of my Aunts. We were headed towards a destination for which I cannot remember clearly.

Suddenly my co-worker slams on his breaks in front of me. I have to make a quick swerve to get out of the way, but the car driving behind us decided to drive up to the side of me and I ended up hitting that car, as well as hitting my co-workers car in front of me. We decide to pull into a nearby parking lot to look at the damage of our cars. This parking lot was not familiar and it seemed like the road we were on transitioned into some unfamiliar road. As we get into the parking lot to look at the damage, it's no longer winter, and I notice there is no visible damage to any of our cars. I am very relieved because I was worrying about having to pay money to fix all of the damage, money I didn't have. It seemed however that my co-worker was very angry at the fact that there was an accident, possibly directed at me. Which now seems strange because there was no visible damage, and it wasn't really anybody's fault because the road conditions were icy and no one could stop.

Things get a little fuzzy, but then I remember me, my Mom, and my 3 year old Niece being in the parking lot where we pulled into. I open up a big box that contained mini bags of Doritos that had 3 different flavors, one being Habanero which I know she would hate cause she doesn't like anything even remotely spicy. I asked my Niece which flavor bag she wanted, and of course she picks the Habanero one. Me and my Mom tell her that she won't like it because it's spicy, but she replies "No, it not bicy" like a 3 year old would pronounce it.

Again I recorded it in my Dream Journal. A sloppy jumble of words that would only be readable by myself. I think I need to switch from writing it down to voice recording on my phone or something. Though I need something on my night stand to remind me to record my dream when I wake up, like how the notebook did. Hopefully I can learn to do it instinctively as I rise each time.

I don't know what constitutes as a normal dream, but these 2 seemed rather odd if you ask me. As far as I can remember, I have never remembered 2 dreams in one night. I might only remember one dream a month if that. I think because I implanted the idea of wanting to remember my dream, mixed with recording it immediately when I wake up helped me achieve this. Which to me is more than I imagined would happen after just my first night.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some place like a workshop. There were one or two groups of people in the workshop. I may have belonged to one of the groups. But one of the groups had finished whatever they'd had to do.

This group left the room. They walked through a long, ramped hallway, like in a hospital. They were now in a dark room at the end of the hallway. The room was like a bar, although it didn't seem to have anything in it. The people were all singing karaoke.

I sat down in the workshop-room at some big working table. I was at the back end of the table. I really wanted to do some karaoke. I was getting restless.

I had a pile of money in front of me. I realized that some people had left their money here. So I should give it back.

President Obama was sitting on the right side of the table, near the front end. I gave the pile of money to Obama. I realized that the money was money that Congress had left on the table. They'd probably need it back. And President Obama would probably be able to give it to them.

I walked away from President Obama. But, for some reason, I still had two $10 bills in my hand. So I turned back to Obama and dropped the $10 bills on the table. They lined up nicely, the bottom edge of one matching wih the top edge of the other. They also looked really nice and new.

I knew that the $20 was some kind of "extra tax" that came with the money for Congress. The main pile of money was the pile that Congress got as a matter of course. The "extra tax" was tax that Congress received on this money.

But President Obama told me to keep the extra $20. He said something like Congress hadn't really earned the stack of money in the first place, and they really wouldn't miss the tax money if it was missing.

President Obama then asked me, "Well, why are you sticking around here? You can go, if you'd like. Don't you wanna go do karaoke with everybody else?"

I said no. I knew the Fed was going to talk about something pretty soon. I felt like it would probably be a smart idea if I hung around here until the Fed got through talking about whatever they were going to talk about. I had partly said this to butter-up Obama and make him think I was smart. But I was also genuinely interested in what the Fed had to say.

Dream #2

I was in a restaurant/bar. The restaurant had a weird shape, kind of an upside-down "L" shape, with the tall part of the "L" being really long and kind of narrow. The lighting for the whole place was a kind of neon-blue. But there were windows to the space outside of the bar, which looked like the inside of a mall and was lit normally.

I had gotten a table to sit at. But I had been asked to stand up. I'd had to walk all the way to the end of the area I was in, i.e. to the "base" of the "L" shape.

Now I was back at my seat. There was some other guy with me, an Asian man in maybe his late twenties, dressed in a business suit. We seemed to be co-workers or friends. We were about to sit down when another man asked if he could sit with us. He was also Asian and young. He was dressed in an all-black business suit.

We didn't know the man, but we let him sit with us. The two men sat beside each other. They started talking with each other, as if they were familiar with each other. I understood that they had never met each other before, but that they "knew the game" well enough to talk with each other as if they were familiar with each other.

I sat on the opposite side of the table, kind of awkwardly positioned in my seat against an empty seat, and messing around with stuff at the table, possibly a glass of water and some condiments or little appetizers or something.

The men tried to include me in the conversation. They asked me something. I responded by giving some speech about the Fed, which I don't remember, other than the fact that it was about them not needing something and having some kind of disagreement with Congress. The Fed might have said that Congress didn't need something.

Dream #3

I was in a big, nice living room in some wonderful apartment on a high-up floor in a big building. An old, white man with white hair sat on a couch. I may have sat down and stood up alternately.

I had been interested in the old man's daughter. I wanted to marry the daughter. But the old man was sure that I only wanted to marry the daughter because I wanted to get at the old man's money. This wasn't true.

There were elements of the dream before this point that proved, I reflected, that I really liked the girl. But I can't remember those parts of the dream.

07-08-11 I am going to sleep on a sofa, M is next to me she is happy cuddling up.
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I was in Brighton, and I was getting back home. I ended up forgetting my shoes and an envelope with cash.

I was running around in my slippers most of the time.

I end up being in a bar and I get my cash back, because one of my friends had stolen it off the window shelf. However when he realized it was mine he had given it to one of my friends for him to hand it over to me.

I walk over and speak with RB and ask him why he had taken the money in the first place, when he knew it was lying next to MY window.

He explained that he had just found some money lying around, and hadn't really paid attention to where it was. I concede that I may have just picked up the money as well.

I count it, the cash is weird, it is Euroes, but the paper is very thin. There is less than I remember but I don't suspect he has stolen any.
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02.08.2011

Bundle of Fragments (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was engaged in an m3 shotgun fight with somebody. I killed them and another person came up. I jumped over them and shot them in the head.

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Jordan Mencel decided to take off from his regular music and was singing a concert. He sounded absolutely terrible. He was autotuned, but it was like... 15 cents flat every time. It sounded very raspy.

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Metro Police from HL2 came into my house to search for money printers.
"You can't prove that. You need a warrant. They looked pretty intimidating, but I wasn't giving in one bit.
"You need a warrant. You can't prove I have anything."







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cut mp3. Those two words say it all really. Nothing to explain here. Cutting mp3s in FL Studio 9 or 10.

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I was in my old theatre teacher's class. We were in the auditorium doing something for a play.

No clue what she failed/should have passed.. All I know is what I was thinking.
A girl failed and was crying hysterically. She couldn't understand it either. (neither could I, she should have passed with flying colors). The teacher said "appreciate your the talents you have and quit crying over this."

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Another girl from this same class was playing a rock concert. She was playing guitar. She wore a short pink dress, it was mega hot. Haha.

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I was in a minecraft world (though it wasn't cubed or 16x16 texture. It was like real life.

"I need some dirt blocks to finish this." I said.
The skidder looked at me, made a few futuristic noises, and said "over there." He was holding a minecraft block (or rather, sphere) of the globe.







I went over and grabbed this ball of dirt and carried it and continued building my dirt wall.

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28.07.2011

Ace Combat (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was inside an airplane, in the cockpit. I was stuck in a dogfight with one airplane. We were the only two in the skies. We were above a desert and this dogfight lasted about five mintes before I finally hit the other plane a second time.









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I was inside a building and found a science textbook I lost with a copy of Between the Buried and Me's "Colors" CD. I wanted to turn it in for a refund, but for some reason couldn't turn in the textbook because the CD was too scratched. (?)

Just a fragment

I got enough money ready for school to get a hot drink (chai latte) and to pay somebody back who I owed.

I didn't realise until I got to school in REAL LIFE that it was just a dream and I had NO money in my wallet :'(

5:30 AM

Part One
Found myself with restless male DCs, fighting, wrestling etc. They were pretty typical except that they seemed to be from the old west some how. One of the DC's was pretty different from the rest however. He somewhat resembled Michel J. Fox and carried a small pearl handled revolver. I decided to call him 42 and for some reason the fancy name suited him. This scene quickly evolved into a pre bar fight as we entered an old, cramped, poorly lit, dry and dusty bar / shop. Sitting at a small round table were a couple old possibly confederate men minding there own business. There were a few more standing around the place.

Not long after that a few DCs started talking smack about the old men in the building. I can't remember exactly what they were saying but it was something along the lines of "they bunch of money hungry bastards, blah, blah, blah." One of the guys at the table had enough of this crazy talk. I could see he was missing quite a few teeth as he clearly stated the obvious fact that "Do we look like we's rich folk?!!" "Cmon look over at 42 that fancy boy of yours",,,,,,,,,,,, a fight broke out as 42 who was standing by a beverage fridge reached for his revolver.

Part Two
The bar/shop quickly transitioned into a gas station with old west features as we proceeded to rob the place. The old DCs were all gone except two regular guys who I figured to be owner and manager of the gas station. Also, my original gang was armed while the two old guys no longer had weapons. I found the owner fumbling with a cash register so I plunged my (looked similar to a 9mm Glock but bigger) into his back. As he tried to put the handful of cash into a safe I noticed that they were large denominations. (dream reality $200 bills) and $500 dollar bills. He mostly ignored my gun and I had to snatch at the cash he wouldn't let go of. I got some of it and decided that it was time to go. Before I headed for the door the store manager handed me a receipt with lots of circles and numbers written in different color ink.

I began to worry whether or not the cops were waiting outside or not. I was bright outside so maybe we could make a dash for the forest behind the gas station and meet our getaway van at the road below. Or chance it pulling up front. I thought about finger prints for some reason and clumsily stuffed the gun under my shirt as I dropped some crumpled up paper on the floor. I woke up as we bolted out of the door.

note: If you haven't guessed I know nothing about guns or burglary.

20.07.2011

Healing a restaurant owner in bankruptcy (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Let's see if I get into the habits of writing down my dreams again... not that I do not recall them, it is I just do not find time to do so.

I was walking in town. It was about time to have lunch and it was very warm. I entered into a small restaurant, very traditional and old school. I was surprised there was such a place in the US.

The place had five tables, all of them, where empty. I ordered a three course meal, for just $7.50. I was thrilled as I missed these places from Spain, as in the US, there are no cheap yet good places to eat.

I finished my meal pretty fast and paid my bill. For some reason, the waiter, who was the owner, knew I was a healer and asked me for a healing. I accepted.

First, I performed my Heart Chakra reading (as I do on waking) I told her that I was sensing despair, sorrow and a very deep sadness. I told her that I was sensing that her sorrow was related to the restaurant, that business was not right. She started to cry and told me that the restaurant was not going well at all and she might needed to close it down. I gave her some advice, tried to find a way for her not to feel horrible and gave her my energy healing and White Light shield.

Suddenly, the restaurant was bigger and I gave a healing to her husband and to someone else. I also read the Tarot of a third person, but I do not even recall what showed up nor what happened.

I was now in a big house. The restaurant owner's house. She had several kids. In addition, uncles and nieces lived in the same house. They looked poor. The owner (the one I read the Heart Chakra) told me that she needed to pay her mortgage as well as paying me, for my services. We went to a Money Gram. She and a couple family members (probably uncles) went there with me. She got like $2,000 and gave me $70 for my services. I told her I was in deep appreciation with her and that I planned to visit the restaurant more often. She told me to please do so, that I helped her a lot and she would be happy to pay me a few meals.

Dream - Lucid

I was at some school, sitting in a classroom in the very back. We weren't sitting at desks, but long tables like some of the classrooms at my college have in waking life. I was smoking weed out of a pipe. I "remembered" that I had done it like every day in that class, and no one ever said anything. I was sure that they smelled it.

As I smoked, I watched the smoke come out of my mouth. I looked at the backs of the people's heads in front of me. I remember specifically a girl with long, very curly brown hair.

Then, I remember being in line for something. Kim, a coworker, was there. She was waiting on some medicine or something. I guess we were waiting to go into some room and take whatever we needed out of it. I ended up going in there, and there was money (the amount was $120), hair ties, and other items sitting on this desk. I took the hair ties, which ended up being Kim's. I said something to her about them, I think I asked her if she needed them or I told her I had them. I don't remember her response. I also remember wondering who would take the money. I was surprised no one had yet.

Then, I was in line for something else inside of a school building. I hadn't originally signed up for it, but I was there anyway for some reason. I had with me a strap-on vagina? Wtf. I was trying to wear it (I don't need it?), but I couldn't get it on.

I was then picked to go next along with my friend Dakota. We went to another room or something, I can't remember exactly where we went. But we only had a limited amount of time to be there. So what did we do? He got on top of me and we started to make out on some platform. No one else was around. I kept thinking "I'm making out with a gay guy.". (He is gay in waking life).

We came back, but my memory of what happened next evades me.

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I was in a cafeteria, sitting at a table. I looked to my left and saw Chris with his new girlfriend, who, in the dream, was a black girl named Ebony. He looked thinner and he had more hair, kind of like in my previous dream about him. I saw her hug him, and I let out a scream over the noise of the cafeteria. I got up and ran off.

I was then coming back, but I was now in a grocery store. It was like I was coming out of one of the back rooms. As I walked out, I looked to my left again. There was Chris, shopping for groceries. I remember him wearing baggy blue jeans, but I can't remember what he was wearing on top. I stood there in shock as I stared at him. He saw me and stared back. I could feel that my face looked very sad.

Then, Chris took a frozen loaf of bread and threw it at me. It hit me in the face...it hurt. It really hurt. I went up to him just as his girlfriend was coming up to him. She was carrying a big box, almost as big as her. As I grabbed Chris, I said to Ebony
"I know who you are."
She kept trying to get Chris's attention and trying to find out what was going on.

I shook Chris. He was against a shelf. I was eye-to-eye with him as I desperately got upset with him. I don't remember exactly what I said, but his face contorted into a smile and he laughed at me. I thought about taking his button-up shirt and ripping it, but I didn't do it. Then, he said
"I miss the old Krista."
I looked at him.

i think the world is closing in on me, on us.

i am in the middle of a body of water with some other people... my cousins, my friends.

no. i am in the middle of my first room in my first house. all of my things are of my childhood. i wear a flannel of thick thick denim that is too big for me. in the pocket is an icecream sandwich and two dollars.

now everyone's in a rush to get out of here. i pack a bag, i pack fiction.. no what does fiction do for you? nothing. i pack "be here now" and throw out two other books. i run around the house.

me and a lady know where to go... up the stairs but before we leave them behind, chime the first man. what does that even mean. i take my nails and search a wall and find a secret door. it opens vertically. inside, a man is playing piano. he disappears and i dont remember which notes to play. i dont play any.

the lady i'm with is frantic "we must play the notes!" "you do it then!" she does. we run up stairs to chime the second man.

now i am walking but instead of walking i swim through the air. i swim over to a pew, i am in a church that slopes up almost vertically like a movie theater, the last pews are the highest and the first ones closest to the pulpit are the lowest.

the lady is sitting on the pew with her father. she is nervous because she is practicing for mock trial. she has to be a mock lawyer as part of some class she's in.

"i took this class in high school" i said. "i was the time keeper." she calms down and asks me to get her something to eat. she wants an egg and cheese sandwich.

i walkswim all the way up the slope, curve around to the other side of the church and enter a doorway. i'm in line at dunkin donuts now, and if i look over the edge of where i am i can see the church. its kind of like a catwalk.

i search thru my pockets and find two dollars. i search thru the pockets of the denim jacket and find the ice cream (not melted) and three 10 dollar bills. i take them. i look again, they are three 30 dollar bills. i focus more. they are three 300 dollar bills. holy shit! i look closer....they are fake, they are bookmarks, they advertise a library. fuck you.

i get to the counter. i order it, and they give it to me immediately. a hand comes from out of a wall and hands it to me. i give the hand 2.25 and leave. i swim to the lady and give her her sandwich.

I don't watch the Tour, or have any idea how it works.

So me and my church friends are standing along the track that the riders are on, waiting for them to pass. Someone asks us who we think will win, and we don't know. One friend places a random bet for fun.

Now it's raining at the finish line and we are told that we just won $15,000.
We are all in shock at how much money that is. We had to split it up so we each get $3000.
Some time passes and most people have left the area. I still haven't got my money.

I'm searching for the guy who told us we had won, and the area turned into my dining room. The people that were at the finish line are suddenly having a party.
They are bouncing up and down, with no music, and in the dark. I walk past the silent party and into my loungeroom.

I wake up.

[This is a catch-up post. This dream is from the night of June 10-11, 2011.]

I'm in the car with my mom. We're driving along dirt roads, checking our location against photos we have of landmarks along the way. We're on our way to JJ's party. [This dream was in anticipation of what I was going to do that evening – exactly the same thing, only without the photos or my mom.]

I'm in the parking lot outside the old Pomona First Federal branch in Ontario. It's a sunny day. I'm picking up many coins (quarters, dimes, and pennies) from the parking lot. I think, It's a bank, so it makes sense that there would be coins in the parking lot. Some real-life friends of mine [I think they may have been T and G, but I'm not sure] walk past me. There are many other people there.

I enter the building. The entryway is a high-ceilinged, airy room with tall windows and a grand, sweeping staircase. There is a freestanding sign at the bottom of the stairs saying that the Joy Laow [I think] room, the meeting room at the top of the stairs, is available for rent for meetings.

I go further into the building. The main part of the building is a large, long, rectangular, carpeted room with a high ceiling. It is a Marie Callender's restaurant. There is another part of the restaurant floor with a lower ceiling. This area has a small stage, where a loud rock band is playing. My family is sitting around a table near the stage, next to the sound-mixing board, which is sitting on another table. I join them at their table. P. orders another Pepsi from our server, and I order a glass of water. Shortly after I arrive at the table, the band takes a break. I'm relieved that I won't have their music blasting my ears out throughout dinner.

I wander off from the table and through the large, carpeted room. There's a lot of empty space in it for a restaurant seating area; there are only a few rectangular tables, arranged in a line. I enter a train-station-like lobby area off to one side of the room, where I see an ad [?] for the Scott Pilgrim video game, in mirror image. I know RD wants to play it. I see a group of people there discussing video games, and I join in.

2 Natra Sleep before bed

I remember having dreams about "soul" and "angels" through the night but couldn't remember them when I woke up during the night.

Upon waking:
I was a cashier at a tiny, old convenience store. There was an old black man standing next to me, watching the tools in my register multiply - the 'register' was a drawer with a kitchen utensil drawer inside of it (like the one I just bought) and the tools looked like kitchen tools, peeler, bottle opener). A guy came up and handed me a $5 bill, and I wondered if I had change because there was no money in it before.

I opened the drawer to give him change, and in the 2nd slot from the right there was a stack of cash, which surprised me, and I pulled out some $1's, and noticed a $20 in the middle, I thought the guy was trying to trick me into giving him the twenty.

The end.

Non-lucid

My memory picks up in a neighborhood very close to mine, at one of my friends homes. One of my friends come to the door as I am walking up the street with some sort of "Hover Pack" on my back. It consists of two fans on each of my shoulders, and it seems as if it is made out of some sort of black plastic material, similar to a fan. The friend that came out of the front door to greet me, isn't even the friend that currently lives in the home. I begin to fly around on my hover pack, and I go above the house, and soon find myself next to some power lines. I get a little bit frightened and I attempt to avoid the lines to the best of my ability. The next thing I know my friend is flying beside me, and we soon make our way into town, which is not far from the house that my friend came out of. Some how we end up meeting another one of the people I know, and we end up committing some sort of crime, and we are all inside of my car trying our best to flee the scene. While in the car, one of my friends simply disappear, and I do not know where he went. I notice that I am not the one driving my car for some reason. I realize that being in a car is most likely not one of the safest way of escape from a crime scene, so I open the door and tell me friend to stop to let me out of the car. I exit the car, and my friend drives off in a rather fast fashion.

Now I am walking down the street, and I am thinking about how fast he was going, and I am hoping that he does not end up wrecking my car. I eventually make it farther down the road, and I end up at some sort of tunnel. Inside the tunnel, it appears as if there has been some sort of shooting, and car crash. I notice that it is my car that has crashed. As I am searching for my friend, and simply looking about the crash scene, I notice that the ground is simply littered with money. The money on the ground consists of twenty dollar bills, five dollar bills, and ten dollar bills. I begin to pick up all of the money as fast as I can, and I begin to think about the police and the fact that I only have a little bit of time before they arrive to the crash scene. I end up looking down the street on the other side of the tunnel, and I see some paramedics, and police officers coming down the road very quickly. I grab a few more bills off the ground, exit the tunnel and I sit just to the right of the tunnel behind a small wall where the tunnel protrudes out a bit. I sit my money down, and I begin to count it. As I am counting, I notice a rubber glove sitting below my money and out of nowhere comes a police officer. The officer is a women, and she has her gun drawn. She appears to be observing the crime scene, looking for some sort of evidence so I casually tell her about the rubber glove. She picks it up, and asks me to follow her. I try my best to hide the wad of money in one of my pockets as we begin to go back into the tunnel where the crash occurred. I lose sight of the women, so I decide to simply walk around the crime scene. I notice that the ground of the tunnel is made out of some odd plastic material and below I can see water, and a dead body that looks like it has been decaying, or burned.

The police force has now gathered at the opposite end of the tunnel, and they are working as a group to pull up one end of the plastic cover, which appears to be the road. They pull up the cover, and the water inside somehow disappears leaving the body exposed. They pull out the body, and toss it through the air and it does not move, as if it is simply a mannequin of some sort. I begin to walk away, exiting the other side of the tunnel, and I wake up just after I exit.

Dream #1 of the Night:
I am up in bed reading at around 1:00AM. Suddenly I hear the front door in my house open and slam shut. I am terrified and begin to scan my room for a weapon but I can't find one and settle on using a sharp pencil on my bedside table. I open my bedroom door and see a young boy sitting Indian style in the hallway. I am taken aback and attempt to stab the palm of his hand. This doesn't hurt him. I notice he is fiddling with a pencil himself. I realize that he is glowing slightly blue and I now understand that he is a ghost and become frightened again. I quickly start asking hi)m questions without giving him time to answer until I come to my last question, "are you a good guy or a bad guy?" He looks at me, reluctant to answer. I am uneasy knowing that he looks so reluctant, so I shout to my parents to help me yell and him to get out of the house and never return. I look back and he is gone.
(I woke up after this, I consider this dream a nightmare as I am frightened of ghosts, especially ghosts of children.)

Dream #2 of the Night:
I go to my ex's house, "N," to collect some of my things. I have so many things there that it is taking me a long time to get them all together. Without notice, people start to show up and Nate whispers to me to hurry up before I embarrass him. People keep showing up and we start to have a party with a lot of smoking. I try to play a game of cards with N and a few others but the game never starts. Later, I go outside and see little boys all around my car. The were out to get me and had placed a bunch of empty juice containers on my car to somehow "get to me." I shoo them away. Even later, the party is over and I am still at N's, kneeling over a dying man. He doesn't want my help so I do the best I can to help anyway and call "Dr. Quantum" to come to the house and tend to the man. When the Dr. shows up and the dying man realizes it is Dr. Quantum, he is suddenly better and stands up. He proceeds to rant to Dr. Quantum about how the doctor owes him money.