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I was in a military-type building in a lobby with a guy and two girls in front of us. The guy told me that the younger looking girl was a Captain and if I could get with her, I'd have it made. We went down to a garage and people were standing near their bikes, talking about a race or contest. I got on my bike and when I reached a tunnel, 2 guys tried stealing it. The passenger and I got off and I took my gun out and pointed it at the passenger of the car. They stopped their action and my passenger and I left. We reached the city and while outside the apartment complex, the passenger of the car rolled up with his mom. His mom was yelling at me and I told him I'd fight him. I took off my shirt and we started to fight. The guy was pretty big but when we started fighting he turned into a tall skinny black guy that looked like a guy in drill. He was very weak and I grabbed his arm, spun him around, and right before I put him in a goose neck, he gave up. I let him go and walked away.

In my first dream, I was with a group of people doing the physicals for the military. We were stripped down to our boxers and it was raining outside. It was night time. I remember looking at the tattoo on my chest. Later in the dream, the place was in fact a hotel and an older lady and her daughter drove up. They were being rude but later the old lady started being flirty and she flashed me. Her left boob looked deflated and pretty fucked up.

On my other dream, I was the leader at some sort of academy. We were studying when the class started to get loud. Then, some of the students threw stuff at me. I went back to my seat and on my backpack it said that I suck cock. The person next to me wrote it. It was Gayle Martinez. I told her I was going to write her up and the classed changed their attitude as I got the write up paper. An emergency came over the radio and a few people jumped out through the window to help. I followed and Nona Enza was on the parking lot. We had to go save a dog that was drowning. Xavier Hernandez got on a motorcycle and sped off. I got on my motorcycle and followed. We were on the road dodging traffic, following the river. I crashed and the bike flew off in one direction and me in the other. I was able to make it to the river and dove from 2 stories high into the dirty water. The dog seemed dead but it went underwater when I touched it. I kept swimming and two dogs emerged and grabbed onto a nearby pole. One of the dogs was my dog Ace.

Dec 10-11 (Lucid)
I was with Matt and there was this guy trying to kill us. We were in a forest type setting, just off the highway or road. Matt was far away on the road with a BB gun shooting, but some were hitting me because I was close to him. I tried getting out of the way. I had a knife, the bad guy had a cross bow. He started to load it so I ran towards a tree without looking back and dove behind it as an arrow whizzed by. I then ran back and as he loaded the next arrow I slit his throat with my knife.

Lucid: I was flying over the city of New York and I caught on that I was dreaming. I wanted to land to try some fun stuff with lucid dreaming. I was with dream characters Tommy, Kenny from work, and I think Daniel. I knew I was dreaming so I was trying to remember what I wanted to do. First thing I thought of was bending. I tried earth first. I stomped the ground to see if I could get a boulder to pop out, but only a very small blob of earth did. I tried again but nothing happened that time. I gave up and decided on fire bending. I thrust my hand out like I've seen on the show and some fire shot out! I tried again and it worked again! I was so excited, I tried with my foot, but I didn't work. I think I wasn't flexible enough. The other dream characters around me were actually kind of fire bending too and amazed it was working. I started throwing invisible cards of like air so see if I could hit something. I then remembered a task of the month to ask a character for a present. I ran up to one of the people around me, but was interrupted by two girls. One young one, one who I think was Katara, from Avatar. The young one asked me something but Katara said I had to do something to get the gift I wanted and held out a little wrapped gift. So we like got on a motorcycle or something cuz we started going somewhere really fast and I asked what the present was. I opened it and inside was a mask. It was purplish pink, had a beak on it, and apparently allowed me to fly she said. It kind of looked like it had three eyes too. I stared at it hoping that I would remember so I could draw it later, but the details of it shifted and were slightly unclear. We got to my house to my moms room, and she said there were others coming to help train me and left to get them (At this point I forgot I was dreaming, but knew I had powers). I put on some awesome looking black gear to go practice what I could do. I kept trying flying. I could jump really high and hover for the slightest amount of time, but always fell eventually. I kept practicing and practicing. I vaulted over the wall to the pastures and then launched at the barn. I thought about using the horse walker to launch me, but decided it might break. I went back and Kenna and a friend were outside watching me. It was getting dark out. I launched as high as I could (to try to get on the roof) onto the pillar outside the outside bathroom. I got about 5/6 up it, and had to shimmy and climb my way up the rest. My mom commented that she thinks I really had changed cuz I couldn't do that before. I then got ready to jump from the roof to the pool, and my mom didn't wanna watch cuz she was scared for me so she went inside. I prepped and launched and dove into the pool. I almost didn't, my toes like just barely touched the edge of the pool when I went in. McKenna and her friend came in as well all impressed. We went into the hot tub and suddenly we had two hot tubs. The weren't hot, but same temp as pool, just mild. Part of me was confused why they weren't cold since it should be winter, but I forgot instantly about that and moved on.

I think I was Jesus again. If not, then some guy who can walk on water.

I start by walking through a crowd of people in a bazaar. They look like peasants and villagers out of a fantasy-themed video game, and I know a couple of them can be recruited to join my party if I have enough reputation. I'm also kind of shiny, and I have the sick and poor looking to me.

Eventually, I come across an intersection, but a train of pack beasts (cows, I think) are crossing, and I wait until they are done. Somehow, this goes on a really long time until I just decide to step over them in a single stride.

That stride takes me to the end of the bazaar, and suddenly, I'm on a ship sailing the seas. I'm also being chased by a naval fleet, so naturally I'm a pirate now. One of my pursuers get close, so I run out on the water and stick out my leg to trip a ship. And it works! This somehow turns the tides, so I move my ship around and engage in battle. I board a ship and duel the captain while my crew fights invisibly in the background (I've been playing Sid Meier's Pirates!, so don't judge).

There's a brief sweet and embarrassing scene here that's juxtaposed with the sight of the navy's retreat from their divine ass-kicking. I celebrate, but sadly, the dream fades.

Dream two and three aren't all that memorable, nor as vivid.

In dream two, I'm riding my motorcycle (missed MILD cue alert) through my dream interpretation of Seattle's SODO and Georgetown at night. I believe its snowing/raining, and I want to get home before I slip and crash.

In dream three, I see my grandfather on my mom's side -- who died before I was born and I have no idea what he looks like -- and we talked a little. I don't ever get a clear look at his face, nor do I really know what we chatted about. I think it's about medicine or health because of this gem of a gibberish line: "live eternally so you learn to be aware of the cat's retribution."

Wise words, Dream Grandfather-Ghost. Wisdom +1.

I am helping to clear out tables in a gym for some sort of lunch event. At one point I shot a stray basketball, but I missed. I then shot my jacket (seeing as there's no other place to put it), and it hung itself on the rim. I remark something like "well, of course that worked."

Things moved to the actual lunch itself, where I'm situated in the middle of a long table near the corner with a single push-door under a green EXIT sign. The food was mediocre at best, and I didn't really want to be there. The table next to us was serving "Mexican" food, but all I can recall were fries and fried chicken. They looked like they were enjoying themselves much more.

At this point, C, someone I have a very poor opinion of, showed up, and he has a 2 or 3-year-old nephew that looks just like him. They both have close-shaved heads, and that makes the kid look like a kiwi, so I stuck a piece of red tape (missed MILD cue alert) like you'd find on bananas in the store on the side of his head. A mutual friend, T, appeared just to roll her eyes in disapproval.

I reappear outside, and I'm by a bus stop in what looks like a rainy day in downtown Vancouver, probably somewhere in East Hastings judging by the condition of the buildings. I just missed my bus, apparently, so I run back inside to take a shortcut.

It's now a mall inside, and I'm running towards one of the large department stores at an end of a wing. Along the way, I notice a gathering/event, and it's for -- I'm still a little distraught at this -- pairing dying kids with one-legged puppies. And Dream Me -- I need to make a distinction between the two of us -- hurdles over a sick, bald boy with tubes up his nose who's petting a one-legged collie that is sadly flopped down on the floor. Dream me didn't even look back.

ANYWAYS. So I arrive at my destination, which is a theme restaurant/hotel much like the Hard Rock cafe. I sprint through the restaurant and head down a flight of stairs next to the bar.

I re-appear in one of those Jeep/SUV hybrids, like a black Range Rover or something, and I'm barreling down a glass tube in the water like you'd find in aquariums (or maybe screens showing water/marine life, or both?). And when I say 'barreling down,' I mean a literal vertical drop off at least 30 stories, and towards the end, it looked like an elevator shaft. I wasn't panicking at the fall, but it felt more like "ooh, the bump at the end is gonna hurt my ass." This was still a part of the restaurant/hotel's architecture, by the way.

I somehow exit the tube (not sure how), and now I'm out in the field on my motorcycle (Red motorcycle -- Missed MILD cue alert) in gray, autumn weather. I'm heading towards a large structure that stands out a bit like Scrooge McDuck's vault, except I know this is like a memorabilia building/museum for the restaurant/hotel. I also noticed that there is a money counter to the top right of my vision at something like $71,XXX/$154,000 (I'm surprised the values were this vivid). When I crash my motorcycle through some giant glass windows and start purposely wrecking the place up, I begin to meet my quota.

At one point the lights go out, and security is walking about with flashlights above me on some sort of glass pane, but they don't notice me at all. So I keep purposely running into things, and I think I was at $151,XXX when I notice that I unplugged my router. Apparently, my earphones got caught, and this all somehow forced an end to whatever I'm doing. It's also at this point that a security notices something is going on, so I scoop up my router and earphone (I tried to untangle them first, even) and make my escape. It's night time at this point, and I see headlights on the road. It's wet and windy out, and the leaves are yellow and orange. My dream ends.

My MILD mantra before going to sleep now is "If it's red, I'm in my bed." I'm worried it's too catchy to do what it's supposed to do. ANYWAYS...

Dream one has me in what looks like a steam-punk/apocalypse world (no real visual proof other than I just know), and my home is the remains of half of a jumbo plane. It's night time, and I'm sitting by a fire cleaning/fixing some sort of a tool or machine. (Edit: I now remember that I have a red bandanna with a flower motif around my head. Missed MILD cue alert!)

A single-row character select screen gets juxtaposed over the top of my "vision," as if I'm quick-selecting something in the middle of game play. As I browse the portraits (which are in DOS 256-color again), they are associated with my actual friends. Towards the right end of the screen, the portraits are grayed out; I guess in this world, friendship is an achievement you unlock.

Each individual friend has their associated stats according to Dream Knowledge. Sadly, my dream is not vivid enough for me to see detailed stats. But I do get a general associated sense of it according to certain traits. There are at least 10 characters, and I "know" there's more if I scroll to the right. But these are the ones I could still remember:

• My friends B and K, brothers who power lift and play organized football in real life, have really high Strength scores. I also Dream-Know that their abilities are offset by low their movement rate, which I lol'ed at because I guess I'm just a dick.
• Girl-R and Boy-R both can cast spells (Looks like I associate artistry and creativity with magical ability. Or maybe just people whose names starts with R.), while Girl-R also shares the ability to charm animals with Girl-J.
• Boy-R, I should also note, is the Ken to my Ryu in real life, and that carries over in this dream in terms of "knowing" our stats are similar.
• Sten from Dragon Age was there. No, I don't know him in real life. Go home, Sten, you are drunk.
• Boy-J has rogue-like stats, possibly because he's shady. And he'll flaunt said shadiness, which makes him all the more shady.
• Poor, poor A. In real life, he's slightly taller than me, but possibly twice my weight -- but he doesn't have the physical abilities of B and K. He'd go down in the initial wave of a zombie attack.

And wouldn't you know it, the second I think of being attacked, my camp is raided by the Mohawked raiders from Fallout (they have red pants. Missed MILD cue alert!), only my vision is obstructed by the character select screen -- which has now taken over my entire "screen" like the overlay in Steam -- and I can't seem to find a way to hide it again. That's karma for A, I like to think.

ANYWAYS, so I'm running around blind, and my vision would flash red (possible missed MILD cue alert) on the edges like a FPS as I keep getting shot. I know I'm also doing a lot of damage to them (also, I'm dual-wielding pistols -- flashy, but not terribly effective), only none of them are going down, and I'm reloading a lot even for dual wielding. I fall back to a part of the airplane, and I know I'm not going to be able to hold off the raiders for long like this. In which my brain -- my asshole of a brain -- goes "lol! Know what would suck?" and plays that scene from Robocop.

Well, I guess it worked, because the raiders are now focused on poor Murphy (who materialized in my dream JUST to suffer a horrible fate). I theorize that there's a sidequest in Fallout New Vegas that references this, so my brain went there. Either way, the scene abruptly ends to the sweet sounds of gunfire and torture screams.

We're skipping dream two because that's Willy's time. There was a missed MILD cue in there, and I will also partially hint that towards the end... well, has anyone seen those troll-ish Photoshop images where they take the inside of a lotus flower pod and superimpose it over someone's flesh so it looks like there are tiny ho-AHHH, FUCK, I JUST GOT A MENTAL IMAGE. NEXT DREAM! NEXT DREAM!

Dream three was barely there, and all I can recall was that I'm on my motorcycle (edit: my motorcycle is red. Missed MILD cue alert!) on a highway next to a forest, and the weather is gray and shitty. And all I have for dream four is that I knew I had four dreams.

Oof, a long one.

I dreamed I was reading a comic -- the art style is very detailed and "serious," kind of like a Hong Kong comic, except redone through Illustrator/Photoshop with color and detailing effects -- about a series of vignettes involving a fire demon(?) that took shape as a large snake. I distinctively remember the text was gibberish symbols, kind of like the ZOSO symbols Zeppelin used. I kept flipping through the book to get to cool parts that I knew was there, but I can never get to the page I want to. But eventually, I get to a particular scene, where the snake demon is in its pit-cave, and it is coiled around a Warrioress who, presumably, was there to vanquish it. She laments "hundreds of years of training... for nothing?" which is the first time I can recall dreaming of legible text. She was dressed inappropriately.

This somehow bleeds into a DOS-era graphics character-select screen, and the warrioress was one of the 8 or 10 fantasy-setting characters you can choose. But after browsing through them, the characters came to life (looking like real people), and I'm suddenly also with them in a Shenanigans-styled restaurant where we are all the staff. A Pixar-animated bird was flying in the ceilings, and the lighting was dim, but pleasantly adequate. It felt like we are in a Seth Rogen comedy, but Rogen is nowhere to be found. He is the luckiest one of us all.

It felt like we spent a long time preparing the menu, which were things that you'd find in a Whole Foods. I know the vibe of the food -- salad bars, soup bins, etc. -- but I don't know what specifically they are. But after wandering around the restaurant, I somehow end up in an apartment that I knew belonged to me.

The apartment was in a small city like fucking Wenatchee or Monroe or something, but it also felt like I was in a city with a cool arts and culture vibe. Anyways, my apartment is sparsely decorated, and is quite spacious. I recall a main room, a bedroom with a bathroom (or, bath "space," as there are no doors between my bedroom and the bathroom. I don't notice this part immediately, by the way.), and a kitchen. I don't have the lights on, and I entered alone, but then I walk back out to the main room/kitchen and I see a conflux of my mom and L from work playing Hexic, and having a ton of trouble "getting" it. But just as it looks like Mom/L is about to achieve something my dad comes running in and presses random buttons to cause Mom/L to lose. For the lulz.

When I look out my bedroom window, I can see that I'm in a mid-sized city, and it's night out. Suddenly, I'm on a motorcycle down those same streets, going at a nice steady clip. I think I was looking for somewhere to get a bite to eat, and I'm travelling down a really, really long road. I zip past huge buildings, hotels, structures, and at one point a walled-off medieval European castle that also resembled Jabba's Palace a little. I eventually end up at a University, and after riding past the quad, I end up in a grass field that has a steep drop that leads to more grass fields, and the rest of the/another bigger city can be seen in the distance. I now have my comforters with me, and I wanted to lie down and sleep under the stars, but I chose not to because I know students will come by in the morning and it's gonna be awkward to see a guy sleeping in the middle of the campus.

I immediately end up back in my apartment, and this is when I noticed the bathroom. About this time, I wake up and actually have to pee in real life.

[dreams were really vivid and clear, unfortunately I just remember episodes of it. It seems to me, that all the dreams were bound together]

Fragment 1

I'm on a hill. I have some kind of argument with a girl. I can't recall what we talked about. She was really pissed off.
I left her alone and took a motorcycle. I ride down the hill on the road. There are other people driving next to me. We gather speed. In my dream I recall that I've never drove such an engine. I got a bit anxious about it (but didn't realize that I was dreaming). I even didn't wear an helmet. I was driving with flip-flops. I gathered speed. There was this first turn. I steered in the right direction but my motorcycle moved really strange. It took me a while before I could drive perfectly.
So I drive down this hill, through my home-town and finally stop at a parking lot. I didn't want to drive anymore, cause I didn't want to crash.
So I walked the rest. In midway, there was a guy addressing to me suddenly:

- Could you help me please? I'm looking for [insert strange name you never heard of]
- I'm sorry, I don't know. I even doubt that this places exists.

Suddenly my brother came up and asked what's the matter. The guy asks him the same question. My brother knows the place exactly. He explains him where to go. I listen to his explanations and I suddenly know the place, but didn't know that it had even a name.

Fragment 2

I'm on my own birthday party. I arrive with some delay. My guests don't mind that at all. There are at least 50 people who came to my party. Everyone was really happy and cheerful. There were even people I haven't seen for ages, childhood-friends, some complete strangers. But I don't mind at all. I'm really happy that they are a lot of people.
We start a first party game. It is called "climb a tree". There are a few palms around, or more precisely trees that resembles palms. It hat a long trunk with no branches, but the trunk was perfectly vertical.
There, including me, 5 participants. After a brief countdown, we start. I'm the only one who succeeds to get of the ground. I don't slide down, I'm climbing the three like a squirrel or an monkey. It is really hard to explain how I did it. I had my arms and legs wrapped around it and moving them alternately up and down, made me climb that tree.
The people around me were really amazed. They took photos of me. I climb higher and higher, so that I'm finally at the top of the tree. I'm really happy. Suddenly my cell phone rings. I ignore it a moment, but it get's louder and louder. I finally pick it up.
On the other end there was a guy who I really despise. I've not seen him since high school. Apparently I had invited him to my birthday party. I was really pissed of about it. I try to be as cheerful as I was before.

- I can't make it to the party, he says, I really wanted to, but I can't. I'm sorry.

- Ohh, that's nothing, there are a lot of other parties to come.

I quickly hang up

Fragment 3

I'm still on this party. A few childhood friends are talking with me about another friend who couldn't come to the party

Fragment 4

A last game of my party: Travelling. The first duo who manages to go at a place, wins. I run around with my best friend. We go through a lot of streets. the places seem familiar, but really strange. It looked like every street existed in an other city. A mixed place with a lot of different features.
My friends has the idea to borrow those free bikes you can lend in some cities. I don't know how this free lending system works (cause I've never used it before. He explains me and shows me exactly how.
So we ride those bikes. But I have an issue with the steering. It falls apart and I have to fix it. It takes a whle. As I look up, my friend had disappeared. I drove further to find him back. But it's difficult. I remember that he had an white blue stripped shirt on.
I saw alot of people together. Some of them are wearing the same shirt. It seems like I was looking for Waldo.
I couldn't find him and shouted his name. The people laughed. They all started shouting the same name to confuse me.

[end]

I'm arguing with my sister about chores. Everyone has one or two things to do, except for me. I tell her it doesn't make any sense. In the process I wake up the the mother of my mothers child!? She was sleeping in my sisters old room (I think we were younger). Anyways, I think someone had to drop her off. I was suggesting to do it myself. She mentioned something about money, and she gave me like 40 bucks.

I walked outside (was nowhere near my house) and saw myself in a muddy yard. A truck was parked next to my dirt bike and I was about to start it. The guy in the truck (super swamper tiers) looked down and ask me what model it was. I didn't know, and I struggled to read the brand. Eventually he told me what it was, and said it was a good bike. D comes up to me and says he needs to talk to me.


I'm in the back seat of a car, and I'm like "what you got a problem with something?". "Maybe, it depends", he replies. Then he asks me "I heard you've been talking to RA on Facebook. Then he goes on saying how I was writing something on her wall. "Yeah, I've been friends with her forever, but I don't even use that crap anymore". Then he looks me in the eye and says "okay, but do you like her". I hesitated and said "man even if I did, she's hundreds of miles away and I'll never see her again". "Ra was always a cool chick but that's all it was, I don't think she'd be interested in me", I continued.

"Okay", he said, and I walked off. By now there were tons of people from high school here. It was some sort of dinner. D had M follow me around, and I decided to flirt/talk to whomever I wanted to. Then I saw G. She was wearing a silver cocktail dress. She finished a couple of bites of food, and said 'hi'. Then She stood up, and gave me a huge hug. I gave M a look like "yeah I hit this", even though I only made out with her a few times. She asked me how I was doing, and I told her "as beautiful as you".

It's been a while since I could remember a dream, though luckily, I find myself taking in more than usual about the images I find during my slumber as of last night.

Part I: Career Day

I found myself at my High School. The hallways were all rather accurate to how they were realistically, if not slathered with posters, pictures and decorations of a lot of different things, most of them famous men, women and children who all specialized in specific positions.

I walked with two of my friends--one an Asian kid named Eric, always had this huge mole under his chin, and my friend Gabriel, a boy with fair, wavy hair and a cherub-like face. We walked in this hallway, somewhat crowded but not too packed at the same time. I assumed it was some sort of career day of sorts, and so I looked for something that piqued my interest.

Along the way, I saw a poster of lead guitarist and singer of the 90's band Nirvana, Kurt Cobain. The picture was of him, singing and playing guitar in black and white. I touched this poster, and then I looked to my left. Kurt Cobain was coming at me with a butcher's knife, something out of a campy horror movie. I didn't attempt to run, perhaps too perplexed by the fact that Kurt Cobain somehow rose from the dead. He pounced me onto the ground, grabbing the handle of his knife with both hands and raising it in the air. I kept shouting "No!" over and over again, but he then pushed his knife right into my chest. What's odd about this is that I did feel a bit of pain as the blade stuck into my chest.

Things went black, but as suddenly as that happened, I was back in the hallway. I was now with my brother, looking much like himself, strangely. People were leaving and we were getting our backpacks from a pile in the middle of the hallway. I didn't understand why, but my brother had apparently put some very important items for a project in my backpack, though I was unable to find my backpack.

They said it might be in another room, and if it wasn't, it was stolen. We checked that room -- no dice.

I was lead to believe that my backpack was stolen. That was when I woke up briefly.

Part II: The Chaser

Not long after, I fell asleep again, the dream following connecting itself to the last dream I had.

I was now hell-bent on finding my backpack, though I only acted on it when my mother was driving me home from school, parked at a gas station on an early summer morning. I then found myself becoming a badass biker dude going along a California coastline; palm trees and the blue skies and oceans passing by me like a big blur. There were a few cars and bikers that passed by me. Though I knew they were enemies, they didn't really do anything to actually threaten me, nor did I do them.

I followed these "enemies" until I reached a beach, where we stopped. I told their boss, a man dressed in a cliche leather jacket with a short-cut Elvis hairdo something rather intimidating; intimidating enough to make him give me my backpack back. My brother was suddenly with us, and there he retrieved a medium sphere that looked like the shape of a planet. He smiled and looked at me, making some cheesy joke about how I was lucky to have gotten this thing back, or else. Then we laughed and the dream ended.

Notes:

That pain that I felt when Kurt Cobain stabbed me was rather significant.
I've rarely gone that fast as I did on the motorcycle in a dream before.

Interpretation:

Gee, I really don't know what to think of a dream where I get killed by one of my favorite musicians and chase a man on a motorcycle to get my backpack back. Perhaps, leisure is killing me and I focus too hard on school.

I was overtired when I went to bed last night. As a result, my dream recall is garbage. I'll edit this post and add to it as I recall more throughout the day.

I dreamed that my friend K__ was teaching me and M___ to ride motorcycles and explaining how the throttle worked so we could ride up and down hills.

I dreamed that I set the stove on fire (I was in an apartment I don't recognize, but it was "mine") and threw buckets of water on it to put it out.

Woke up and attempted a half-assed wild but my heart wasn't in it. Saw dreamlets of a fireplace (in my "base") and a flash of the reflections of palm trees and a beautiful sunset in the plate glass window of a house on the beach somewhere in California. My sinuses hurt badly again. I am learning to ignore the heater - it helps that the weather's getting warmer - but I need to take a sinus pill before I go to bed at night.

I attempted to induce a lucid dream tonight but I was too tired, as well as having some sinus pain (and the headache to go with it. The weather is not being kind to me.

At ~7 pm Pacific time, I lie down to sleep and curl up on my side. This is usually my initial sleeping position, prior to WBTB attempts. I fall asleep easily, reminding myself to be aware of my surroundings and do reality checks.

I dream that I am driving down a highway with my brother. Judging by the landscape, it's somewhere in southern Kentucky. I'm driving a very nice car, a BMW with some sort of fancy name (I keep forgetting throughout the dream and having to ask my brother). It's black, with charcoal grey detailing on the interior.

Now my brother is driving. He pulls the car over to the side of the highway, turns it off, and gets out. I assume something is wrong with the car and follow him. We walk down the side of the highway for a few minutes before I ask him, "What's wrong with the car?"
"Nothing," he says, and shrugs.
"I thought it broke down or ran out of gas," I say. "I'm going back to the car, we can't just leave it there."
We turn around and walk back to where the car was. There are several other cars by the side of the road - some older cars, Toyotas and Kias and the like - but my car is gone. After searching up and down the road for a while, I come to the conclusion that the car must have gotten towed. I'm upset with my brother about it, because now we have to go and get it from the impound lot, which will take a lot of time and money.

I wake up. My head hurts. I perform a reality check. I attempt WILD; I fail. I fall back to sleep and re-enter the same dream.

My brother and I are still trying to get the car back from the impound lot. We see an apartment complex, and head there. It may or may not be our home. As we enter an apartment, I realize that my laptop was in the car when it was towed. I'm very upset about this. All of my work is done on my laptop, and all of my files are on it. Without it, I won't be able to work or pay my bills. Even worse, I'm also worried someone will be able to bypass my password and other security measures and access confidential files and information.

I decide to take a shower. There is a small control panel in the shower, and the shower head also functions as a speaker. While I'm showering, I receive an email. I check it on the shower control panel. It's someone saying that they have my laptop and all of the files on it. They have recorded a message for me, and I realize that this person is a 12 year old boy. They are claiming that unless I pay them $1 per file, they will post them all on the Internet.

I'm glad that I have the recording and email as evidence; somehow, the manner in which my shower head/control panel functions also allows me to get their IP. I send them a message back asking them to please meet with me so that I can pay them a hefty sum of money and recover my laptop. They agree to do so. I set about filing a police report and contacting the proper authorities regarding extortion and the b.s. that this kid is trying to pull.

I wake up. My head still hurts. I perform a reality check. I try a WILD anyway but am distracted by the pain, and I just fall asleep.

The dream resumes. I have decided to phone the impound lot to make sure that they actually have my car. I have to ask my brother for the make and model, as I have forgotten.

I now have a motorcycle. I am trying to get to the impound lot to recover my car. I am riding the motorcycle through the apartment complex. One of the tenants is upset that I have been riding up and down the stairs and riding through her apartment as a shortcut. She's decided to catch me doing it, but she's always waiting at the wrong door and I always get around her. I drive over her bed, which left a tire track on the comforter, but didn't. The entire apartment is done in shades of off-white and pastels, and the comforter is a very light (almost white) cream color. There are fake pastel flowers in vases everywhere. I drive out the back door of the apartment, and she is asleep next to the steps. I drive down the steps but accidentally hit the throttle, and go down the steps on my rear wheel. I drive down the highway toward the impound lot.

I wake up. It's 6 a.m. My head still hurts. I attempt to WILD, but everything distracts me. I get up, take an ibuprofen, and go make breakfast.

Part I: The Flooded Plaza

I was in a rather busy plaza, around evening or morning. It's always so hard to tell when the sun's coming up or going down in your dreams. Still, this was no ordinary plaza. No, not only was it of a purple color and very futuristic, but it was flooded to the third story. I walked around, or rather, I swam around, going along these floors as many others did. I came across a Gamestop on the third floor. Around here, I didn't have to swim, but I was belly-deep in water, and my shirt was suddenly gone. Now I was walking around the store -- which ironically didn't sell games but instead shirts and accessories -- with my my muscle-gutted torso lugging bare. I considered purchasing a shirt, though they were all very expensive, ranging from $7.00 to $18.00.

Needless to say, I didn't buy a shirt. Instead, I waddled in the water over to the accessories stand. There, there were 3 guys sitting on stools, and I sat on the remaining stool. The man nearest to me, a guy I know in real life who had shaggy brown hair and a relaxed face. He suddenly asked me "Are you a Halo master?" I replied with a questionable face. He then continued "Well, he's a... and he's a... and that guy's a... So I assumed you're a Halo master." What logic, I thought. They were all something so I had to be something specific, of course he never actually said what the others were.

He went on, asking something about if I were offered to stay up for nights on end to become said Halo master, would I take that offer. I hesitated and replied "Yeah. Yeah." just to please him. He then smiled and nodded "See, I knew it.", and that was the end of that.

I searched through the little booths of accessories, just a bunch of ugly rings and bracelets. I got up, walked by one of the guys, who was now a humanoid shark, and said "Don't mind me." as I searched in the bin nearest to him. He replied in a deep, black voice "What you sayin' to me? Shut up." and I replied "Hey, relax. I'm just passin' by." and didn't find anything at all.

I found a wet shirt in my pocket and put it on, cold as hell as I was. I then swished out of that store to try and find my parents. This thought kept going through my mind about how I missed going to juvenile hall this morning. Oh well, I thought. It'll just go on my criminal record.

Part II: The Broken Race with Megaman

I woke up briefly, then fell asleep again. Don't really remember what time.

So here I was in some sort of robotic suit in this parking complex, no real clue what I was doing there. I was supposed to find someone, and I did, soon. This smaller man was with me, dressed as Megaman from the video game of the same name. He annoyed the hell out of me, but I don't remember what he said that annoyed me. All of a sudden, I saw these three people. One girl, a hot broad in leather and a 50's hairstyle, a fat man in leather, sunglasses and an Elvis hairdo, and a skinny guy, I'd say the brother of the fat guy judging by their appearance. They started talking smack to me, and in response my robot suit suddenly changed, made this huge transformation. Suddenly I was rugged, muscled and covered in badass spikes.

I was intimidating, but they wouldn't have any of it. They got on these Tron-esque bikes and drove off. I was supposed to catch them, but I didn't have a vehicle. That annoying little Megaman kept saying "Hurry up! Catch them!" but what could I do? I didn't have the means to chase them. The dream soon ended without success in my mission.

Notes:

My dreams usually have video game aspects or characters in them, so it makes sense that this was no different.
I have had this feeling of needing to go to Juvy before in my dreams, though I don't know where this feeling originates from.
I was strangely accurate to my actual self in the plaza scene.
I never did find my parents.

Interpretation:

Perhaps, I shouldn't worry about my body. Or maybe, I'm stronger than I think.
This was a very odd dream.

Having It and Giving It Up

I was with a beautiful girl. She may have been J. M., my high school heart throb, though she looked a little different.

I was sucking the side of her breast and rubbing her stomach. It was heavenly. Her breast was salty. This was OK in my dream, and tasting is generally good in a dream for me.

I asked if she wanted me to stop and she said yes, so I stopped. I was sad...obviously.

An alarm then went off and a DC turned it off for me. I was grateful.


Leaving My Brother

My brother was on a motorcycle with my boy as a passenger, and I was riding on the back the way kids ride bicycles--standing on to pegs sticking out from the back wheels. It was extremely awkward and I told my brother I was just going to walk the rest of the way. I had only a tinge of distaste for him.

Everyone started walking at this point. We ended up in Downtown. It was all cement and didn't seem clean. It was dark as though we were under a walkway or something.

We started walking down a hill of cement and I saw my cat. I/we were letting her go there but I wasn't happy about it. At the street, buses were stopping and pulling away. I saw a tour bus pull out right next to an old style Marta bus. The noise was awful and a bit odd. I wanted to record the bus noises and use it in some music or something.

We then started trying to find exactly how to get where we were going. We never really did figure it out, and searching was a bit uncomfortable.

I was on a charter bus going to what I believed to be a younglife camp (youth group retreat) like I had just previously done IRL last weekend. At some point we turn onto a street and start heading up this steep hill. In the dream I'm thinking on how there's no way that the bus can make it up the hill, and soon enough it stops and starts to roll backwards. This hill is easily 1,000 feet in my mind. Everyone starts to freak out as my choir director Mr. B starts to shout that everything is going to be okay. By this point we're somehow in a building that looks like something from the video game Dead Space. I run into another room and cause some sort of mischief, I don't really remember, but some latina cleaning woman comes over and starts to inspect the trouble I caused. She looks really suspiciously at me, then my IRL friend named Katie C. tells me that I'm kicked out of the retreat. I beg her and she says "no", then I beg again, and immediately she changes her mind, which was really bizarre but my mind didn't pick up on it. Finally we are back on the bus and we arrive at the camp. It looks like two really crappy buildings in a desert, so I'm having second thoughts. Suddenly, I decide that I would like to go home and am on what I presume to be my friend Mason's motorcycle. I'm happy that I can ride this motorcyle home because I've never driven one, but then I realize I can't leave Mason stranded without a ride so I turn back. I'm on this bridge on some highway where I see the camp in the distance so I ramp off the side onto another highway road. There are no cars, so I cut back and turn around to ride to the camp again. Then something else happens but I wake up.