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Date: August 23, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB (hoping for a WILD)
Total Hours of Sleep: around 9

Dream:

Dreamed I was in a grocery store as a worker. Food and garbage was everywhere. I was with my mother and daughter and we were dressed as maids. Before we got dirty we decided it would be best to wash up in the nearest restroom. The restroom was filthy and didn't have any soap to wash our hands. I somehow knew I had soap in my pocket and sure enough...I pull out three separate bars of soap for each of us to wash up before we get our hands dirty!

Frag:

Talking to someone.

August 24 2013 - Dream Fragment #1 I remember driving in a car with my mother. She was talking about something that had happened on an island, and I didn't know what it was for some reason or other. I remember arriving on the side of this huge lake and seeing many islands in the distance. (I also remembered things from the Karate Kid throughout the dream, but that was really random and non-important) We took a boat out onto the lake and she said she was going to see the island where she grew up. We finally got out to where she said it was, and she looked down into the water and pointed to a dark shape about 10 feet underneath that went on for farther than I could see. I asked her how she could live there and she said that once it was above water, and there were many houses on it and people living there. She said that she was one of the few to make it out alive when the island started collapsing. I had a flashback to when people were trying to get out and I remember seeing my mom go for a boat and drive away with like six other people. We then got back to shore, and got in our car. As we approached the gated exit, another car, a Jeep (I don't know what model) pulled up next to us and a guy started talking to my mom.

Dream Fragment #2 - I remember being in a grocery/department store and looking at food. I also remember my friends and I standing around talking about something while there were futuristic-looking cops outside.

In my dream my mother and stepfather came to visit me at the university campus (in reality I graduated from college more than a decade and a half ago).

I was parking the car in the parking garage of the hotel on the college campus (there really is a hotel there). I did a very poor parking job.

I spoke with the parking attendant or security guy about threat to life of a professor of mine. The professor dismissed it, but I believed there had been two assassination attempt on him already. The guy I was talking to said he would look into it.

My grandmother could not come for health reasons (in reality she is no longer alive), Christmas was coming - I wondered whether I could instead make a brief visit to here (in Poland) but I was worried because I have a cold and might pass it on to her.

My mom had brought a puzzle that required one to find a clue in a library on other side of campus (the layout of campus was completely different from my university's campus, and so was the library). It was like a scavanger hunt. We walked through the cold campus (it was winter in the dream.)

The puzzle / scavanger hunt led one to constructing a paper or cardboard box with art design. I was disappointed, and I let my mother know that this kind of thing did not interest me, that we could have skipped the step of actually going on this scavanger hunt and could have just read about it. My mom was disappointed that I was disappointed.

In reality it is true that my mother and stepfather are coming to visit soon. I am no longer in college, not since over a decade and a half ago. My grandmother is dead. There are no assassination attempts of course. It is not winter / Christmas. I do however usually do a poor job parking my car.

Notice my dream signs: car, my mother, college.

3 dreams and one fragment. The first is about a getaway from a threatening situation or people, the 2nd one is the fragment, it is about motocross in a forest. There is much more to it, but I can't recall more details. The 3rd entry is a pleasant dream about flirting with a married woman (I forgive myself, she is beautiful). The 4th is about coming home:

• I am together with my brother. We run away from something or someone, it is a threatening situation and I run for my life, I am very fearful. We are in the ground floor of a building with narrow corridors and white walls. I have the impression that my brother is not really aware of the danger of the situation, so I yell at him to convince him to move faster and to follow me.
  
  We come to an elevator, 2 or 3 people are waiting for it and I decide to move upstairs as well, as it seems to be the only way to go. But there is no time to wait I think, so I chose a narrow circular stair to the right of the elevator and run upwards, while again reminding my brother that we have no time to rest, or 'they/it' may get us.
  
  I tell him 'don't worry about grandmother, she will be alright as she has always been. She has lived most of her days happily, just leave her behind and let her go'. As I say that I feel that I myself also have trouble leaving her behind and letting her go, but I force myself to do that and to continue running, so that I am a good example for my brother to follow.
  
  On the second floor we climb out of the window and slide down a slanted roof. I think it's fun to slide down here, but then the fear of the people/thing following us takes over again. We land in the garden of the house, where I find an air pump. I pick it up, just in case I could use it as a weapon. We encounter a gardener, who is raking leaves. He says something, but I don't trust him, he might be part of the complot (after all, I didn't even know exactly what we were running away from). I consider piking up a rake lying next to me and just beat the gardener to the ground, but then I decide it's best to just leave. We walk out of the garden and the fear wears off.
  
  I don't know what I was afraid of and running away from. But I was scared, that is for sure. I don't know what the passage with our grandmother means. I rarely experience fear in dreams, but I appreciate it afterwards, when I do, because it makes the dream very vivid and detailed, as the fear forces me to be completely in the moment or situation.
  
  
• I am riding a motocross bike on small forest paths. There is dense vegetation and small hills. The bike is light, but strong, so that it easily rides on almost any terrain. I ride in a group with some other people, I have a lot of fun.
  
  I find myself on a broad road between some fields, riding the bike. I have lost the group, which makes me sad and I try to find them again. I ask some hikers to help me, they direct me to a small house in the forest and they claim that this is a sort of meeting point for hikers and bikers. So I go there and I am happy to meet 2 people from the group to rejoin. We go into the small house to rest a bit and maybe to find some others.
  
  I know there is more content in this dream, but this fragment is all I can recall. The forest paths were beautiful and the bikes were really cool, I had a lot of fun.
  
  
• I have a conversation with a beautiful, young, blond woman. We are on a small hill under some big and wide trees, the scenery is very calm and relaxing. We are with some people we both know, but I only talk to her.
  
  We are in a bus, I sit in the back end of the bus at the left window, the blond woman is in the seat in front of me, but she has turned around to talk to me. She has a cute face and short blond curls, I think I am in love with her. But somehow I also know that she is married, so I am not sure how to behave. I decide to ignore the beautiful landscape outside the window and to look beyond my morals and doubts straight into her eyes. As I force myself to do that, I find that it is not at all uncomfortable, but rather it is the most natural and pleasant thing to just rest my eyes in hers. Suddenly my fears of being hurt and my doubts about the moral situation seem ridiculous and I give her my undivided attention. Wow she is beautiful, I think, while she talks (I'm not really listening ).
  
  I want everything about her, now, there is no doubt. I sense that she feels the same way, but that we both are unsure how to express that. We walk along the ocean between a forest to the right and a beach to the left. She takes my hand and we just walk, saying nothing. I think, wow, I almost forgot how good this feels!
  
  I had several dreams about cute, blond women recently, but I don't know how to relate that to my waking life or why or where it comes from. I guess I have just been single for a while and maybe I am just ready for someone new? In any case it was a nice experience, I am certainly open for more dreams with her
  
  
• I am in a residential area and I walk on small paths between tall houses. A boy, who looks Korean/Chinese, walks past me. He makes some clicking noises behind me and as I turn around, he suddenly has a bike and he rides away. I wonder where the hell did he pull that bike out? But then I just move on. I decide to turn around and go to my mothers place.
  
  The apartment door of my mothers place looks a lot like the door of my room I think, as I stand in front of it. There is light and noises coming from the workroom, so I figure that my stepfather is at home. There is no door handle, though. So I investigate the door further and I find out that it is opened by a little light switch. I am now inside the apartment in the hallway, but all doors are closed. I know that everyone is at home, because I can somehow sense their presence, but I don't want to draw attention to myself yet, so I go into the kitchen. There are 3 burned pizzas in the oven and the oven door is open. I sit down and enjoy the calmness, peace and idyll of the situation. Smells and feels like being home and everything is alright as it is.
  
  The bike coming out of nothing should have made me more curious or even lucid, because I noticed it in great details and even wondered about it. But somehow I just went on with my walk. The apartment is not the real one, but purely dream fiction. It was a pleasant dream nevertheless, it had the comforting feeling of being home.

20.07.2013

Asking Advice from a Mute Person (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking into a classroom, and as usual, I happen to be the only person to come in other than the presumed teacher that's inside the room. Seems that it's early morning for the dream setting, seeing how the chairs are on top of the desks in this room, and only a few lights were on while patches of darkness fills the rest of the room. I believe I left the door half opened, and as I'm going inside the room, I notice a female is nearby, and from peripheral vision alone, I knew she was taller than me, by 3-5 inches taller.

It seemed she was on her way of sitting near her work computer, and she quickly turns around to greet me. The moment she turns around, I fall victim for how she looked. She looked Hispanic, absolutely beautiful and her facade was proportioned to near perfection. The only makeup she seemed to have gracefully plastered on her visage were eyeliners and red lipstick. Before she started uttering a word of greeting to me, I made a presumption that she was a substitute teacher for this classroom. The reason being is that it felt like she was exploring the room a bit before turning around to chat with me.

Her body movements and such clearly wasn't in synch compared to teachers who know what's in the room and know where to sit in the room. She has black hair that's in an updo hairstyle, and is wearing a vibrant orange dress that ends just a few inches above her knees. And as she's turning around and me going through some trance of gazing at her beauty, she asks me a random question,

"Are you an immigrant?"

Lolwat.

It took me a few seconds to start using logic after falling for her looks, and I quickly stated,

"Oh, no, I'm a citizen."

I'm not sure if I gave her a smile along with that, but anyway, she gets closer to me for some odd reason and gets a blanket that she wraps around my face gently. She smiles and casually goes back to sit at her work station, and I begin to notice this blanket is a dark gray color and feels very warm.

I can feel her very essence through this blanket, and I noticed her perfume is covered on this blanket as well. Her smell and the perfume, although this sounds creepy, it was a very pleasurable experience of smelling it. I take my hands and wrapped my face with the blanket more, going through a slight mental orgasm of positive thoughts.

Not sexual thoughts, just thoughts of wanting to cuddle with her, and as I'm going through this random act of appreciate a woman's smell, a part of me eventually realized it was best not to be fixated on it for too long. I put the blanket down, and it seemed this lady was going to leave, and I'm not sure if she was leaving for good or just had to get something.

Either way, the dream quickly shifts to a completely different scenario. What felt would be some cheap romance dream with a teacher that was just maybe a few years older than I was, I'm not some guy with different clothing and with a completely different dream character I had odd fear with. He was dark-skinned, wore a gray sweater with a light gray collar folded neatly along with dark colored pants (can't remember the specific color).

It was as if my competency level was reduced tremendously in this dream, seeing how I literally obeyed, sucked up to this guy's words and commands, and thought he was going to do something bad to me if I wouldn't act accordingly. So while he's being condescending without actually being direct with me, I continue going through random acts of filling out some papers. Whenever I find myself being confused about something, I would ask him and he would just point where to fill out and find information, and the more I needed help from him, the more annoying he was to me seeing how he was so irritated with my questioning.

It wasn't even complicated questions, seeing how my competency level was now equivalent to a 8 year old or something, and he never uttered a word, only pointed and used hand language and gestures. Was I trying to get advice from a person that's mute? If so, then this dream just went downhill.

In fact, either way, it felt kind of weird being looked down upon a mute person, it just felt that no matter what questions I needed help on, he would only just point and shake his head.

*facepalm*

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20.07.2013

Dodging Parts of A Collapsing Roof (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So I'm in this spacious building that feels like an airport, a very huge airport. I can presume that the roof was 100-300 feet from the ground, which kind of felt too much in terms of practical building composition. Even so, it's a good thing it was built that way, seeing as you already notice what's going to happen.

The roof is collapsing without actually showing signs of collapsing, if that makes any sense. Random huge blocks start slamming down to the ground, and in this moment, it doesn't matter what I'm wearing or what I had intended to do, all that matters was just me dodging as much as I can. I had moments where if I were a few seconds too later, my dream body would be "destroyed."

As I'm trying to keep myself alive in the dream, the fear and adrenaline augments rapidly, and unconscious reflexes started to become apparent. After the series of close calls and dodging prowess that seemed like a deus ex machina, I started to recollect my thoughts again, and it seems my first thought was finding if my mother was okay. I started panicking for some odd reason, despite of the inconsistency with her existence in the dreaming life and waking life.

As I'm looking left and right to find her, I start using 360 vision again, or maybe it was just spectator mode where I see her behind me feeling perfectly fine. Seems I wanted to reach my left hand out to her without turning back and held her hand. For a few moments, I felt relieved and at ease with myself.

I turned around and was surprised that she was still alive after all that.

I don't know what happens next.

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20.07.2013

Mini Resident Evil Nemesis (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking inside a house that's fairly dark, and the more I venture through this building, it feels like a mansion. I noticed that a mini-version of the Resident Evil Nemesis is trying to get me is saying,

"S.T.A.R.SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"

Yeah, time to get out.

My mom had died. I did not initially have an emotional reaction to this (shock?). I didn't like that so I forced myself to cry until I actually felt grief. When I paused for a breath I heard sobbing behind me. I went over to the stairs (house I grew up in) and she is sitting on them - looking like she did when we lived there. Something about the emotions I felt at her passing made her solid to me. I gave her a huge hug. We talked a little and she started to fade but I used some sort of mental trick to stabilize her. I got an email telling me an ex had died. I told my mom to tell him he is a douche when she saw him. There were people over. me adjusting the temperature - was too hot ((likely rl temp registering)). There were a bunch of old ladies in the living room doing some sort of craft. My mom was trying to do whatever craft it was with them. She aged her face at some point - made it super wrinkly - like 80 or so. I was asking a friend(a) (who was now the dead person instead of my mom) if he had seen the way to move on. He told me he had. That it was a doorway in his (my old room) room. It had a red heart or red figure of a woman (can't quite remember) on it. To entice him? I told him all they needed was techno music playing behind it. He laughed.

((remembering now something else. A... feeling/sensation - possibly from a different one where I kept dying? a sensation of holding on to my essence, my self as I went through these transformations. I would intentionally kill myself and come through the other side intact. I think the dead people in this dream might have briefly made me remember that sensation while in this dream))

11.06.2013

Kaomea and Cuddling (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Seems I was driving a car with Kaomea in it, and she's just wearing a long red dress. The environment feels a bit too familiar, like one of the neighborhoods when I was in middle school. It was afternoon most likely in the dream, and most of the content of the area was blurry unless I fixated on it.

The house itself looks familiar, and apparently my father is non-existent while my mother suddenly is. I opened the door and let Kaomea in, and my mother is on the chair doing something. I didn't pay attention, except giving greeting Kaomea to her and her greeting her back. Actually, Kaomea looked as if she could care less about greeting my mother.

Oh snap.

And then we went to bed and cuddled with each other. After that, I can't recall what happened next. Actually, it was probably just me laying down there and her probably giggling when her back was facing me when she was laying down on her side.

Man, I am pathetic lmao.

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11.06.2013

Porn Shoot Prank (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Lol.


The environment seems like I'm in the backstage of a building, and I'm traveling behind a blonde and some random guy with a blue/black cap on. He's wearing a black jacket that's open, revealing a simple white vest and is wearing basic dark jeans. There's a blonde female that looks exactly like Amy Brooke, and I had a feeling I was going to be part of a Porn Shoot.

My libido got the best of me, and I ignored the obvious hints that this was going to be a prank. Amy tells me that we're going a certain direction and points it to me. Seems that we're going to do this in a van with tinted windows. Then she presses some random buttons on a black remote she has on her left hand most likely. I suddenly get distracted when the van opens up in the middle of a mall. I realized I only had a jacket and tighty whities on, and I quickly went back to hide on the corner of the wall so people wouldn't see me.

Then the Amy Brooke look-a-like tells me to go inside the random chamber that should've been a van...what?? I go there, and lay down on the floor, and she starts laughing and runs away. I get pissed off that I made myself look like an idiot in front of a mall full of dream characters doing the "OOOOOOOOOOH" "HAHAHAHHA"

I got really pissed and ran for the Amy Brooke clone, grabbed her jacket collar and started to shake her around vigorously. After that, I can't recall what happened next.

Date: May 30, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB (attempted DILD)
Sleep Time: bedtime @ 1:00am WBTB @ 6:00am for 5-10 minutes, then back to sleep Awake @ 10:00am

Dream #1
I was planning on putting on a play for my mother with some people (?). We were moving several props to the center so people would be able to see them from a distance. These props included items that belongs in a kitchen and a living room (I guess like furniture). No matter were we moved these props, there seemed to be a problem and we never could get this issue quite right. After some time of moving things around, my mother had passed away in this dream (by the way...my mother is alive) and my father and grandmother had built the most beautiful skyscraper in her memory. It was so tall, the tip of the building was covered by the clouds. The skyscraper was made of pure gold with reflective mirrors all over it. The gold shined brighter than the sun itself. As the building glistened in the sun, it almost look transparent. It's beauty was absolutely awesome!

Dream #2
I needed a ride and I didn't know where I was. It was very dark and I was crying and I was scared. I went into a store and asked the owners if they new the bus route and they asked me where I was going. I couldn't tell them exactly where I was going, I just cried and told them I wanted to go home. The owner felt sorry for me and said that he will give me a ride home. I was still crying because even though I had a ride home, I couldn't tell the person which way to go. I remember passing a building in my dream that said "San Bernadino Hospital."

Fragment
A huge metal barrel I was rolling around and groceries were inside of it.

Back in history class, with no teacher in charge, the dream is just beginning.

The sun is out and shining, but there is hardly anyone around. I'm seated somewhere in the classroom and remember looking up at the board. This scene has got to be my dream sign! There was no teacher around, so I wasn't sure what to do. I do remember walking outside for a while but there is like almost nothing I can recall.

The dream began changing places. I was now standing next to the ocean, right next to a Minecraft biome. There was spruce trees but I found no snow around. At the time, I was asking for someone's help, a moderator's help. Their name was Netsui. I sent them a message but accidentely wrote out, "/hoe", somewhere in the sentence. I apologized after, even when I felt that Netsui was useless as a moderator(most of their staff really don't know what's going on in the server, they help keep taking great stuff out from the game itself too).

I later entered a scene where I found many friends and strangers. I also had vivid thoughts about some of their pasts. This area looked a lot like docks, but it also looked like an area where it was always trashy and no one bothered to clean up any of it. I was walking around a corner and found another server player. I walked up to him. As I was following him, I saw him break a chest placed under a tree and there was a lot of materials that popped out of the chest. There were redstone, lapis, and about 5 or 6 eyeballs. These eyeballs were usually used to scare people, so I decided to use them on one of the residents in town.

I walked up to a two story home next to the docks and slowly approached one male. I gave him one of the eyeballs and asked him if he could show this eyeball to the first person who knocks on the door. I also gave another eyeball to a kid walking in front of me. These eyeballs scared the hell out of me, though, they didn't scared anyone else.

After ding dong ditching some residents in town, there was a new place I wanted to explore. I wanted to go in to the building located in the back corner of this small little town. Upon entering, I found one of my cousins laying back in one of the apartments. She was pregnant at the time(no, it wasn't me). My mother, who was in the building at the time, agreed to have her stay here a few nights, to accustom the baby's needs. I also noticed a back window in this room. I don't remember anything after looking through it.

I walked up stairs to search the rest of the rooms. I entered the second floor, finding only detailed information about some of the people I met sometime in this dream. One of them was a woman. She had red hair, looked really old but used make up to hide it, and she looked a lot like one of the staff from the school I am currently attending. These thoughts that I had about her, I was placing her on a hated part in the mind. When I thought of her, I saw her working for the gaming industry, being successful in all that stuff. It was the only idea I had about her. It's probably jealousy but, my jealousy isn't towards her. It's someone whom I hold closer to the spear of love and hate.

I woke up thinking about school. I might not be so successful in the class I'm taking now but I just have to. I have to pass the class, even if it's not the career choice I want.

I started out in the dream in front of the street I am living at. It was in the afternoon when it took place. The dream immediately centered around Quynh Nguyen. Not that I saw her anywhere in the dream, she was still in my mind. I was searching for her, like I used to do in reality. Sometimes in the waking world, I wasn't able to find Quynh around the school when trying to apologize numerous of times. The Stalker image fit me well but, it's been a year but I still can't stop remembering the times when I felt so alone in that world. Quynh is not going anywhere.

I was walking towards Dwight Way and tried my best to search for Quynh, or even Trinh. The feeling felt a lot like ones I felt before in person. In my mind, Quynh was nowhere to be found. I tried looking and talking to people, just like I did to someone else years ago but, there is no way she is going to come back the same way I first saw her, even if I did summon her, she's turned to the evil witch I just want to get rid of.

I walked a little bit more and noticed my mother was walking with me now, but we weren't looking for Quynh anymore. This time, we pulled up to a few teenage boys who had something to offer us. Firepower. Tools like flash bangs, grenades, and explosives. They weren't able to accustom our needs at the time though. We had to wait out the rest of the day until we got the goods.

These boys had also offered us to see some of these weapons in action. We did, after unknowingly being teleported in to a home where the feelings of my mind started to change. This room was about the size of a normal bedroom. There were maybe six or five people with me at the time. There were also triggered explosives set up all over the floor. Luckily, these explosives were not set.

There were times when people in the room played around and pushed each other.I was pushed once and when someone pushed me, I accidently almost turned off one of the explosives. And last but not least, I remember someone trying to tickle my behind, which was one of the things I hate from happening in dreams.

(this dream is current, as of last night)

Side notes:
WILD attempt unsuccessful. I felt the onset of paralysis, but the sound of the heater distracted me, so I was unable to "dive". Ugh. I need to not let those things distract me! I may have to turn the heat down, although then I'll have issues with being too cold. I can't wait for summer.

The second time I woke up, I just couldn't tolerate remaining on my back. It's hard to describe the sensation, beyond discomfort coupled with a compulsion to roll over onto my side.


The dreams:
1. I was wandering through a hospital, which was also a university somehow. The elevators didn't work properly. The math professor accidentally locked me in the classroom; I don't remember how I got out. I remember that there were a lot of ledges and narrow bridges you had to climb in order to navigate even the most basic parts of the building, such as the library, and thinking to myself that it was unsafe.

2. I dreamed that M--- and I were driving through a city. It was an unfamiliar city, but it was on a bay or sound of some sort. I wasn't paying attention, and M--- was driving. He drove up the metal framework of an unfinished bridge, and over the edge, into the water. I bitched at him and told him that he needed to pay attention to where bridges end. Rather than letting the car sink, I dragged it along behind me in the bay so that it floated and started the engine, using the car's engine to push us through the water faster.

3. I dreamed I was lying on a mattress with Mom and G---, and G--- was trying to tell me that if you add red paint to yellow paint, it makes green paint. I was arguing with him that it did not, although at the time I couldn't articulate why. Mom began playing with actual paint, like finger paints, and made a mess.

(Woke up, used bathroom)

4. I dreamed I was in a city with high rise buildings. The light was shining off of them.

5. I dreamed I was talking to a rheumatic old man. He had oddly-colored eyes, one was a deep blue hazel with brown in it and the other one had a brown iris shaped like a flower, where each petal had 2 dark brown dots in it, and no pupil. He had a cloth that was soaked in bleach that he would sniff, and told me about how comforting it was to him to smell it, then pressed it in my face - I wasn't too thrilled with it, although I do like the smell of bleach sometimes. He then told me about how the gene for his weird eye was recessive, and asked if any of my relatives had the recessive gene. I told him no, because he was creeping me out. His eye reminded me of a weird cat I remembered seeing (dream memory, not real), a black cat that also had oddly-colored and oddly-slanted eyes.

(woke up and went back to sleep)

6. I dreamed I was grocery shopping, and trying to select food that I thought both my brother and I would enjoy. The grocery store was dark and dingy, and the freezer cases had cloudy glass and didn't seem to close correctly or be working properly. I was loading up on junk food, thinking that we hadn't been able to afford it lately and he would be pleased. I also bought Fresca. I wanted to buy a small sample pack of different sodas, but someone had stolen 2 out of one of the sample packs and another one was nothing but grape (I hate grape). I was disappointed.

Woke up. I need to remember to perform Reality Checks more often upon waking, though.

Part I - The Amusement Park

I had visited this place more than once in my dreams -- a theme park that looked almost broken judging by the worn brick walls that had a dampened red hint to them and rustic metal that looked almost desperate to be torn down. It was an amusement park of some kind, one that didn't label their rides or have any fancy sideshows or midway game stands. It looked like the shipping dock of a warehouse, and yet it had a more joyous feeling to it.

It was my mother, my brother and I who took favor to this place. My mother looked the same as ever -- long blonde hair with a boyish face that led just enough femininity to tell she was a mid-aged woman, though me and my brother were of a younger age. Being twins, this would make us 6 or 7 about. Perhaps older, but not younger. We had been searching for a ride, and my mother kept telling how it was my brother's choice because it was his birthday. Thinking of it now, that's ridiculous. Shouldn't it be my birthday, too? We were twins after all, but I went along with it.

He could decide of a ride, and as we wondered, we found one ride that we had been on in a past dream. In the dream previous, this ride consisted of much darkness, followed by some torches and the occasional spooky jump-scare, yet had all the drops and twirls of a roller coaster. We entered this ride and got in the car that could fit the three of us even with room to spare. There was only one car, and it was a blue, 50's carnival-esque shape. It also had no safety bars or belts, but I assumed this was a safe ride. As the car started to move, we proceeded unto darkness, thus ending the first part of my dream.

Part II - The Problem with Fast Food

I woke up at about 7:30-something AM, and didn't feel like staying up, so I didn't. I went right back to sleep, telling myself that I'd only sleep for another hour.

Near my mother's home, there is a small restaurant called In-N'-Out. It's rather popular on the west-coast for it's cheap prices, excellent fries and horrible waiting times, if you went by car anyways. In this case, my mother and I took a trip by foot to the 50's-themed restaurant, with orders in mind, or so I thought. Instead of going to the ordering window, we went deeper, into the kitchen. My mom said we were in a hurry so I had to order fast, and I did -- large fries and ice cream. My mother ordered likewise. The man in the kitchen -- a young Hispanic man in the employee outfit of red and white, gave us this order, but the ice cream was the star of this order. It came on a cone, and had at least eight scoops on it, towering enough to almost reach the ceiling. My mother gave out a groan of displeased humor, saying that we'd never be able to walk home with a thing like that.

He leveled the tower of frozen dairy to just one scoop, and we got our fries, and we went on our way.
We now had to walk home. It was sunset; the sky a blistering, hellish red with darkening clouds scattered in lines along the horizon like platforms in the sky. My mother was complaining about the heat, though I for one found it to be a very mild temperature. The ice cream agreed with my mother, though. Only five minutes since we left the place and they were starting to turn into a colored liquid. I did my best to hurry and slurp it up, and I did, my blond-haired mother apologizing to me that we couldn't get home sooner as we walked into the sunset, idly nibbling onto our fries. We never made it home before I woke again, almost precisely an hour later.

Notes:

Both of these dreams included my mother.
Her personality was rather different from that in real life. She's actually rather excited and playful, while in this she was worried and seemed stressed.
This is the third time I've been to the amusement part in my dreams. I've noticed no specific pattern with real life occurrences that induces the setting.
The In-N'-Out restaurant as well as the area around it was stunningly accurate to real life.

Interpretation:

Perhaps my mother is stressed or worried. I have taken notice of a change in her average personality as of late.
In-N'-Out might represent my increase in food consumption.
My brother's birthday could represent an imminent event with him soon. I'll keep track of that.

I'm having trouble recalling dreams I have on school days, I can remember dreams better on the weekends.

I was on Sterling Avenue, the street I recognize for its loneliness, I was standing in front of the barber shop staring at the areas around me. It seemed like a gloomy, depressing day. I saw a bridge over the middle of the street I'm facing. On opposite sides of the bridge, I see groups of different criminals. I could only remember two groups, the bald people group and the swag group.

I walked over the bridge to see what the bald people group were doing. They revealed off a violent setting for me. Before I got off that one end of the bridge I walked back to the side I just came from, the swag group. These group of "swag" kids were small but we outnumbered everyone else and even though we had a large group, the swag group didn't have the guts to walk over the bridge and confront the bald people group. We had to find another way out.

There was a hidden passage way to my right, I didn't tell my group that though. One of the kids found it themselves. After that, he yelled to the whole group that he found an entrance. We all rushed in to the entrance door and reached the streets to Sterling Avenue.

Once we got out we were out to seek some justice from something I had no idea about. We all ran super naturally down the streets like a rebelling army. At this point it was already dark but some of the fast food places were open on the side.

We didn't stop rushing through the streets until we reached Target, a public community store(if that's what you call it). I was the only one who rushed in to the store and prepared myself for robbery.

When I first entered the store I tried my best to look casual. There weren't so many people in at the time. The first section I struck was the school section. I saw a few crafting materials on the viewing board, grabbed them and started pulling them out of their packets. I'm not going to tell you it's good to steal but the satisfaction in taking these things without fearing anyone, without worrying about anything else, it filled me with satisfaction. I have yet to steal something expensive from this dream.

Some of the things I got a hold of, I only threw the materials inside the boxes to the other side of the store. Sort of like that scene in Zombie Land where you see those two guys destroying objects and dropping them on the floor to get some fun out of it. That wasn't all that this dream had to offer though. There was a few people walking around the store, a few women. That's when I thought of the idea that boggles my mind in waking life. Murder. I thought of killing one of these women, just to feel what it's like to actually try and perform it vividly.

I looked around the viewing walls to see if I could find a sharp object. I didn't want these women to see what I was doing, so I was on alert. I saw a knife, one medium sized on the top of a counter. I made sure no one was looking. The tension inside me was growing and one of the things I thought about was how good it felt to not yet get caught. I picked up the knife and concealed it on my right pocket side. The ladies were walking to the other side of the wall, I slowly followed. One of them were by themselves viewing items. I took the knife out and aimed for her neck. I slashed her neck once hoping it would be an easy kill, but it wasn't. The neck was a bit ruff. I kept on slashing her neck until she bled. She never did. Then something happened after she turned around. When she turned around, I found it to be my mother. I stared at her and watched her slowly fall to her death. I was never this evil, especially not evil enough to kill my own mother.

I struggled to do anything else but to watch her die. I did notice a few strange faces coming off of her face. I noticed an evil of some sort, a devil maybe, he told me how evil this was and how evil I had to be if I wanted to enter that type of life. I felt hopeless to do anything else, so I quickly rushed out of the building and went through the flames of fading dreams.

I'm walking up the stairs of a tall building. It's a shaky metal staircase, like a fire escape. When I reach the top, the character Frank Costanza (from Seinfeld) is running around the room collecting flares. And then he's fighting with another guy. I help him. Then he and I start walking back down the stairs.

Then suddenly it's my mother instead (groan). She asks me if I am divorced. I say I was never married. She warns me not to join a gang. I say I'm too old to even consider that. I'm annoyed that she would even think to ask these things. Then she says she's pregnant. I'm initially shocked but try not to reveal it. Horrified, really. I do my best to act congratulatory without judging.

I'm getting a little annoyed with my mother and sister appearing in my dreams lately. They are boring and annoying.

I'm in an unfamiliar bedroom. I see a strange machine in the room. I intuit that it was installed over night as I slept. The machine is mounted on the wall at eye level. It looks like an X-ray machine in a doctor's office. It has an arm that extends out in any direction. At the end of the arm is something that looks like a camera, but it blows out air. I examine the controls and figure out that it's a heater/air conditioner. I turn it on and learn that it has a motion sensor. It detects me and the arm extends and follows me around the room, blowing cold air on me to cool me down. I think this is quite ingenious except that the air follows too close for comfort. Like a person staring too close.

Then I notice that the machine is mounted on a chest of drawers. The chests seems damaged under the weight of the machine and the mounting is blocking the drawers from opening. The furniture is painted white with bright red drawers and round metal handles. I remark that the workmen must have been sloppy to install the machine where it is blocking the drawers. I move the machine off so that I can open the drawers.

Inside the drawers I find a bunch of old stuff; bools, journals, and trinkets. I suppose it belongs to the family but I don't recognized any of it. I sift through it, reading some of the journals. Then my mother and sister enter (groan). They start going through the stuff as well. The sunlight is brighter now. I see a hot dog covered with mayonaise. I think to take it to the kitchen to add ketchup and mustard, but I'm hungry so I just chow down on it right there. My sister and I exchange some passive-aggressive banter per usual. She calls herself a "life-ist." I call her judgemental.

Now it seems it's getting dark. My mother and sister leave. I find on the other side of this bedroom a door to the front porch. It looks like the door of a convenience store. All glass and a wide bar handle that you push to open. Since it's getting dark, I look for the lock to secure the house for the night. There's a odd metal basket near the door lock. I intuit that it is to hold keys and change. Then a see a man just outside the door. He runs to the door and starts banging and screaming. I'm startled and wake up.