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I just got up briefly. I've been pretty sick today. I haven't even talked to my husband except on the phone. He's already in bed asleep. I had just got back to sleep a little while before he got here. So weird.

Anyway, back to my dream. NON-LUCID: I was w/ this guy & the first place we were was on a boat. He was trying to track down a murderer & he needed my help. We were finding clues & the murderer was posting online which is where some were coming from at first. Then we were in a house & the guy was starting to catch on to us so we had to come up w/ a new plan. Suddenly it was just like a movie because things went really fast. The bad guy was killing ppl & we were trying to get to him but he was making it look like we had something to do w/ it. We were constantly trying to stay out of jail & track him down too. There was lots of blood. That's the best I can remember.

Tues 2013-10-08 (city)
30 mins exercise morning
00:00 bedtime
fell asleep easily and quickly
04:14
F) motorcycle backing it up with folding my coat, doing some kind of check, checking the armpit
07:31
1) Driving fast in a car, fishtailing around big corners, I'm a passenger, we're chased by the cops. We arrive at the music camp, get out of the car and walk into the camp, the cops get out of the cars behind us and say "Hey guys, stop!". 3 or 4 FBI agents are trying to shock the story out of me. I turn around and see a cop pointing a gun at me in the music camp we arrived to. He almost shoots me. I turn and see a gun pointed right at my forehead almost point blank range (I see a bullet in the chamber, copper colored), and I shout "Hey!". This startles the cop who quickly points his gun down to the ground and "pop!" fires it as if he couldn't stop the reaction of pulling the trigger but he could move the aim. They're trying to shock me into confessing, I said yes I was in the car but the other guy was driving, but I was totally against what the driver was doing. Now I'm totally outraged that they almost killed me and said something like there's no way I have to cooperate now.

2) Scene in a home, my home, sitting on a laptop in living room of CU home, I'm sitting in a chair but it's way too low below the table, then I get in another chair, with arms and a cushion on the seat and this is a really comfortable chair. I'm at the right height, doing something with the laptop. Going around the house, there's another room that is like an office in a hidden place behind a door which I always wondered where that place led to. It's a private office. Going on on to the street down the driveway, a guy approaches wanting to show me something. I realize there's a neighborhood procession/walk going on. I imagine a car driving in the road, you're not allowed to pass the car that's going to make a right turn from the left lane.

3) A movie opening scene where a woman is remembering the past. I recognize the background as a stripmall near where I live. Woman meets two friends and they remember the past. I'm DO. Backdrop is stores like Taco Bell, she's sitting under a canopy / small dome lined with flowering vines. She sits there. I'm amazed that I recognize the scene.

4) Murder mystery. Sitting down in an indoor atrium at a table with a beautiful blonde woman. We're talking. I'm amazed that there's a Sichaun hot Chinese food restaurant in the atrium to my right. It has a glass front wall, can see inside. (I think the lettering actually read "Sihuan".) There's an insignia like a trident in gold on the glass. I think this symbol means spicy. I'm looking inside to see if it's open. There are people inside. Suddenly we only have one chair and she's standing, and I bring the woman to sit on my lap. We start making out. She's asking "what are the things that you like to do?" I don't want to tell her about my technical profession for fear of turning her off., she'll think I'm a geek. I'm trying to think of something clever to say to avoid this, so I tell her "I like kissing you." Scene changes. The woman was wearing a neurotoxin on her lips. My orientation switches back and forth between being the target of the murder and being a side observer. Some other of the woman's partners-in-crime are cleaning up the murder scene. They're trying to decide what to leave and what to take away. There's a plate with a single long unfinished noodle on it amid a watery bright red sauce. They leave the plate on the ground. I think of going somewhere, "Oh no," the police say, "you're not going anywhere. There's a long room (like a hotel conference room, with a long table covered by a white tablecloth) with two dead bodies on the table. The room is filled with police. They're working there trying to solve the mystery. I enter the boys locker room. I'm trying to find medication to counter the effects of the neurotoxin on the kiss. I pass by a bunch of boys at their lockers and I find my locker. There are some medical supplies inside. I take one bottle with me. There's a guard at the door. I ask him if I have what I need to get rid of the neurotoxin. He gives some advice.

5) I've arrived to a parking lot on a hill slanting down. It's snowy and slippery. My van slips and starts tumbling down the lot, turning over repeatedly. At one point it rolls over another car and I hope it won't stops in a position where it's not upright, how the hell am I going to get it upright again? I'm very upset about this, "what am I going to do?" It eventually stops, I grab a multi-gallon plastic fuel container from the passenger side window, and I can't figure out if the container holds urine or gasoline. I'm trying to smell it and can't figure it out.

6) Scene in a courtoom. The jury is made up of immensely fat women, who are bored. In perfect unison, they (4-6 of them) stand up and turn around and sit back down again, turning their backs on the courtroom. The judge instructs them not to do this so their bodies don't get tired: ergonomics. Then in a few seconds they in perfect unision stand up turn around, and sit down, facing forwards to the court again.

10:06
7) Watching something with former boss, I ask him if he's taken his school initiation yet. Watching a racquetball game (DS). Two girls are playing, they don't know the rules. The serve goes long but they keep playing the point.

8) riding a bicycle down SNR street (steep street). The street is filled with sand. I'm cooly pushing out the back wheel of the bike perpendicular to the hill (DS), and adjusting the front wheel pointing down the hill, sliding down in this manner. I go up again behind a guy on a horse.

10:11 Getting up. Some long back-to-sleeps. Could sleep more. Nice recall today! Late morning clearly a sweet spot for recall.

There was a multiple murder at the edge of town along the forest in some shacks. I had a vision of what happened kind of on a television in my mind. One of the murders happened like this: a guy started riding a horse away from his house, away from a danger. There was a fire that was engulfing the land below him and he was racing away from it. Then the fire on the ground stopped but there were flames coming from him. There was a sense that he was causing the fire to come from the air by racing through it so quickly on the horse and I thought that if he just slowed down, the fire would go out. He got to a wood clearing. Then he shot himself in the head. A police officer related the shooting to the media by doing a backflip. Then, I was watching news coverage of the event next to a lake. It was like Hurricane Sandy. There was a benefit/donation number for money that would go to the families. There was a number for crime tips. I went into a lake and was swimming in it. It was beautiful. Then I went up onto this land area that reminds me of the area by the shed where I used to live. People in the media were questioning me and others. Somebody offered me a beer and I declined because it was honey flavored and I didn't think it would be good. He said it was the best beer in the world. I tasted it and indeed it was good.


I went skiing with my family. We were walking up the mountain. There was no lift. There was no snow. I got to the top and instead of going on skis, people were hopping on socks that would fly over not snow but metal rollers. I was going down and had a good hang of it. The problem was that there were too many people in the way and I had to slow down. At one point in the descent I got to a train station. Everyone was going through. I tried to go through using my metro card but it wasn't working. I went to buy a ticket at the machine but my coins weren't all going in. I had to bang on the machine so that they'd go in. As I banged, they went in but the price that I still had to pay went up. Also, my coins turned into little toy naked girls and I was embarrassed that the employee would see them. Later I was walking around at college. I wondered why there was a lobby in every building with chairs to sit in. I reasoned that it was worth building this part of the building because students would like it and if a college didn't have such areas students would be unhappy and go to different colleges. I was hungry and went to the dining hall to get a slice of pizza. When I got to the register I tried to pay with a 20 dollar bill but the woman didn't have enough change and she was frustrated that I payed with a 20. I told her I'd go find some coins. I found many many "coins" but they were actually nails. There were big nails representing more money and small nails representing less. I picked up all I could carry in my arms and walked back to the register. My money turned into vegetables especially potatoes. They were huge potatoes.

murder mystery (just finished watching a lot of episodes of Hellsing anime)
i was outside in this pit and someone was trying to kill me and the detective i was with...by pushing the walls together and there was a random guy making it happen just outside the trap we were in...and it got blamed on the butler even though me and the guy who was a detective knew it was the guy in charge....and there was a phone that he turned into a bomb and the police eventually came to arrest the butler and take the bomb because they knew that would happen with the detective because it usually does

haunted
i was in my current apartment and the detective was still there as was the random guy...and this vacuum was outside my bedroom.....so i put it in the living room down the hall....and i turned it on to vacuum the rug because it was full of glitter and paper bits and the coffee table as upside down on the couch.....then i unplugged the vacuum because i realized it was late at night and i might wake me roommates...it kept falling down and i kept trying to put it in a way that it wouldn't...and it kept moving forward....and then i had it unplugged and part of it came off and looked mostly like the nerf ball (squishy football that is red and yellow) i have irl but with wheels....and it was moving around......then it was on the table...and i told the detective that maybe it wants pet like a cat or dog......and he pet it...and then it said it wanted a blood sample and took one from the detective......and one from the random guy who was on the couch (the room had put all the furniture back at this point to the way it normally was)........and it kept trying to get a sample from me but i screamed no and hit it away with a pillow....i was sitting on the back of the chair with my feet on the seat of the chair.......my roommates then came out and all told me in one voice at the same time (i don't really know then that well irl) that they told me this apartment was possessed (they were afraid of getting possessed a few days back because the power had gone out due to a major storm).....and i looked at the random guy and was thinking that i was right about something being wrong with the room and that i needed to get someone to cleanse the apartment (he had a look that said the same thing)......and then i had an idea to take it apart and take the chip controlling it out of it and smash all the parts with a hammer

note: cinnamon and Diphenhydramime

It is late in the night and their is no moon. I am wandering through some abandoned warehouses that have the floors ripped up. It lookes as if their is an excavation going on because there are deep pits and excavation tools laying around, but the building is dark and there is no one around. I wanter outside and come to a platform beside some train tracks. I don't know if the tracks are in use because they look old and are over grown with grass and stuff but a small train does arrive and I get on one of the passenger cars. All of the cars of the train are open to the outside or are roofless, more like tram cars or something.

The train doesn't go very far and stops in front of what looks like a college or university. I get off and wander around the building and note that despite it being the middle of the night, there are many students and people around. I find my way inside and realize that no one can see me. I look down at myself and I am transparent like a ghost. I suddenly realize that I am dead and remember that I was murdered not long ago and I want someone to find my body so I can be at peace.

There is a commotion with several of the students and they rush inside of the building. I follow them to the expansive library where many people have gathered and are watching a news report about the bodies of hundreds of murdered students being found in mass graves in a swampy area not far away. The police are unable to explain how so many students could go missing and be murdered without any evidence of who is behind it. Everyone on campus fears that a serial killer is on the loose and many people are afraid to leave the school grounds.

While I do not become aware that I am in a dream and am able to consciously control my actions and I start to fly. I move through the walls of the college and high up into the air. I come to a beach along a river where there is a pink radio station with a large antena a top of it. Anong the beach are power line towers that are oversized and take up much of the space along the beach. There is a helicopter circling the radio tower while trying to dodge the over sized electrical towers. The copter is using its search light to scan the beach and the people who have gathered on it as well as the radio building itself. I can hear people on the beach saying that they think the killer is nearby or something.


I follow the river and come to a lake where there are many coast guard boats transporting bodies found in the swamp on the other side of the lake. There are many police officers and heavy earth moving equipment. There are many hole in the ground and open graves where bodies have been found. Some of the bodies have been loaded into the back of trucks or onto boats for transport to the police station (or morgue or whatever).

I cannot see nor sense my body anywhere so I fly back to the college and it has changed shape. It now looks like an old medieval castle with two circular towers on the outside and a courtyard in the middle, though it is still being used as a school. I fly inside on of the towers and find a young man sitting alone trying to meditate. I try to get his attention by moving things around the room like pushing a chair and blowing papers off a desk, but the young man is so deep in concentration that he does not notice. I fly through the walls of the building to the other tower on the other side. It is a conference room of sorts and many people have gathered to discuss the murders and watch updates on a tv.

Again I try to get people's attention by moving stuff around and while people notice the unusual happenings, still no one can see me. A few people do acknowledge that there is a ghost in the room but someone points out that is obvious because off the mass murders taking place.
I try to get people's attention some more but the dream eventually fades and I never find my body.

I'm walking along a path by the river in Quickton. There are a large number of orangutan/dog/otter hybrids about, and the locals have been warned to stay away from them. One that looks like a great dane approaches me and jumps up, trying to lick at my face. I laugh.

Shift.

I practically fall out of the truck when we reach the police station. "It's okay", says Kate Beckett, "You're safe here."

My POV switches to Beckett, who's trying to solve the mystery of the invisible animalistic murderer. I'm now interacting with myself ("Sam") as the character Kate Beckett. I note that we don't have much ammo.

An Asian woman stumbles toward the safety of the police station. Already, she's bleeding from numerous slashes to her torso, which look almost like claw marks. The monster must have followed us here.

Sam mysteriously disappears, and we assume the worst.

I interrogate people who are the collective head of an international company. Someone sabotages the elevator, almost killing one of them.

They upgrade security.

The elevator is sabotaged again. I almost catch the culprit, but I have to stay in order to save the people inside. I catch the chain of the machine used for sabotage, and pull it up to a floor where they'll be able to get out.

The Chairman of the company is killed. The CEO chooses to reveal his identity.

The murderer decides to talk to me. It's Sam, complete with all my lucid superpowers. Apparently, I was the murderer all along. I'm watching myself give a villainous monologue. From a third person perspective apart from Beckett's character, I'm very surprised.

Murder Mysteries. Scare Factor: 2. Reaction: Did not see that coming.

I'm working on a short-story adaptation of this dream, minus the identity confusion. It was actually a lot of fun.[/QUOTE]

Alice and I are having grand adventures in a very big store that, oddly, doesn't change at all throughout the dream. Well, maybe a bit.

A young Draco Malfoy is trying to get me in trouble during class for using a fixative over my charcoal drawing. Prove it, Draco. They like me better than you here.

Horseback riding. I touch my friend on the shoulder and am surprised when a sudden movement causes her to be knocked to the ground. She hits her head on the ground / a rock, hard. After dismounting, my character quickly decides that Alice is dead and she should try to figure out who the murderer is. She gives a Sherlock-style monologue to the two evil stepsisters nearby, also on horseback, about figuring out the murder. In the background, from a third person POV, I'm screaming at my character, "Why don't you start CPR, already?!"

Nitwit Protagonists. Scare Factor: 3. Grr.

Bare feet touch to the cold linoleum one after the other, as I creep up the back stairs to the second floor. Everything is white and open and contained, but the dark creeps along with me, and the world is cast in a cold, blue pallor.

The door opens before me, my feet touch scratchy carpet as I step into the bedroom. My nightgown whispers faintly in an absent breeze as I twist, taking in the contents of the room. It seems almost normal, a bed to the left of the door, foot facing me. There are stuffed animals everywhere, strewn across the room like they've been played with. They haven't been.

There's a window above the bed, and I can see the balconies a floor above the lobby.

I hear water running.

A half-open door lets light stream into the rest of the room, and I open it, squinting against the harsh yellow of the light, of the tiles, of the linoleum.

The tap is running cold water into the bathtub, and I can see my brother there, hands curled around his knees -

There have been rumours, faked suicides and murder

- the first thing I do is turn his wrists over to look for injuries. I sigh in relief when I see that he's fine, and I move to turn off the water.

I freeze. I can feel something, in the walls.

"Boom." I whisper. The boy looks up at me for the first time. I pull him up from the tub, grab a towel from above the toilet, wrap it around his shoulders.

"Go to bed." I say. "Stay there."

He walks toward his bed without another look back.

I press one hand to the ceramic tile in the shower (shh, calm), use the other hand to turn off the water and remove the drain from the tub, drenching my sleeves as I do. Tick, tick, tick but it won't hurt him if he stays in bed, and I need to make my escape.

I leave the room, taking stairs directly from the bathroom to the basement, to my own room, trekking barefoot over thin blue carpet to a room that resembles an office. I see my bed, empty, though the covers are strewn about.

"Hey," says a voice from behind me. I turn around, look up, hope that he won't notice the fact that my clothes are drenched from the water. He doesn't. "We were wondering where you've been all night."

I smile, and the guard moves on to continue his rounds, completely unconcerned about the little girl who was committed here long before he ever got the job.

After all, I never did mention who the murderer was.

Well meaning though I might have been.

Mental Institutions With Lax Security. Scare Factor: 2/10 for worrying over the girl's brother. I was never concerned for my own safety.

I wonder when that bomb is set to explode?

The dream starts off with me somewhere in the southern United States. The prominant colours theme of this dream are blue and orange. The sky is clear and blue. It is dry and arid and there is lots of dusty orange back country and only small towns scattered here and there. I am a private investigator hired to look into the murders of several young women because people are frustrated with the lack of progress from the police. I have a list of suspects and narrow it down to a man working at a remote gas station. I drive there at about noon (in a cobalt blue pick-up truck) and find the man talking to a police officer in a brown uniform, dark sunglasses and tan colored coyboy hat. The police man eyes me suspiciously when I ask if the suspect would like to answer some questions, but does not interfere. When I am done with my inquiries, the man quickly retreats into the gas station's office and the police officer wants to ask me some questions of his own. I do not remember what the questions were but they were personal in nature and irrelevant to why I was doing the investigation, so I decined to answer. I get into my vehicle (which is now a light grey four door car) and drive away.

I drive for some time and come across a school in the middle of nowhere that looks like an old wooded train station. There are a group of boys playing out front and I stop to ask them some questions. I notice as I get out of my car that a police SUV passes by and the officer of the gas station is behind the wheel. He stares at me as he slows down and drives by. The first boy I talk to is blond and about 10 years old. He wears a blue sweater hand knit sweater with white letters across the front that spells "CHRIS." I ask him if he has seen anyone suspicious around or if he has seen anything weird. Chris shakes his head no, but his avoidance of eye contact and his arms hugging himself make me believe otherwise. Since I do not want to force the boy to talk, I tell Chris that if he ever needs to talk to someone, he can come to me. I give him one of my office cards with my cell phone number on it.

The rest of the boys do not know anything, but one of them reveals that his older sister is one of the missing young women. The sun begins to set and the boys are called back into the school. I don't really think about why they are going into the school and not onto a bus to home. I get back into my vehicle, which again looks like a blue pick-up truck and drive for some time. The sky is a blazing orange when I find myself at a dead end. The is a large deep blue lake, and though I can see the road continue on the far side, there is no bridge and the land around the water is too rough for vehicles. I turn my truck around and head back in the direction of the school. When I get there it is dark and while the school is still in the same place when I left, a whole town seems to have sprung up along the road and some sort of carnival or festival is going on. There are coloured lights and decorations strung between the buildings and across the the buildings on the otherside. All of the structures look old fashion, like a set from an old wild west film or something. I park my truck on the side of the road and walk into town. While there are many people around, talking, drinking, partying, etc. I notice that the only other vehicle in the area is the police SUV I saw before.

I ask a few of the people who are sitting on the porches of the buildings if they know anything about the missing people, but no one seems to know anything, or at least, anything they want to share. I observe several people shoot nervous glances at each other when talking to me and some just refuse to say anything, even that they know nothing. My cell phone rings and a deep, gravelly voice tells me to 'get out of town, or there will be trouble.' I ignore the threat and decide to enter one of the buildings and find that it is a small one room school house when I go in. Except for the desks and chalkboard, it is empty. The building beside is exactly the same, even though it says 'saloon' on the outside and has several men drinking on the porch. Upon investigating the rest of the buildings they are all singular unit school rooms. The original school looks like a modern gymnaseum with many inflatable beds, upon which many children sleep. I go back outside and find that while the town is still there, the partiers have disappeared and most of the colour has been drained from the world. It appears to be daytime again, and it is very bright, but the sky is grey, the dust under my feet are grey, the wood on the buildings are no longer browns and dark oranges but grey. The only colour I can see is the blue in Chris's sweater, as the boy is standing on the middle of the street and seems to be waiting for me. An extra letter has appeared on his sweater and it now says "CHRIST." I walk up to him and he says that he knows something about the missing people. He starts to say something which I just know is going to be really significant, but...


...the telephone beside my bed rings and wakes me up! D'oh!