04.02.2013BGO interview folder (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I had my U.S. Navy folder that I picked up from the recruiter that came by school two weeks ago. Don't remember who, but some girl, a friend of mine, took a blue pen and scribbled the insides of the folder. I yelled at her "what the fuck, I need that folder for my BGO interview tomorrow! fojifesjiomkelsgrdjoimlge"
These are the dreams I remember when I woke up in the middle of the night. We were fighting against little "alien" reptile like creatures, I wasn't attacked I managed to avoid it by staying off the floor. There were counters and machines you could climb on. Arnold Schwarzenegger was there helping us as well, as if he came off the set of Predator. He managed to break open this incubation machine that was 5 foot wide, 8 foot high, and 8 foot long. We could hear the creatures scurrying about on the floor, looking for someone to attack. He got past the machine's security layers, but Arnold misjudged what would happen when he breached the final layer. As he turned the lid on this thing and reached inside to get the alien embryo, the machine shut itself back up and trapped Arnold inside. As the machine was pulling him inside, Arnold yelled "save yourself, get out!" It also let another alien creature go to run about on the floor. The dream scene changes and they must have called the Navy out to take care of the situation. I'm on this Navy vessel in this channel, along with several other Navy ships. There was every type of Navy ship there you could imagine. In fact there were too many of them too close together. Some of the tougher vessels actually collided with smaller Navy vessels and I remember 3 sank from the collisions. We sailed over top the sunken cruiser with the battleship I was on and kept going. There were civilian boats in the water and they too were hit and sank. We didn't get to wherever we were going before I woke up.
[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of July 24-25, 2011.] Awake, Non-lucid, [Commentary made while awake] I'm driving my mom's red Honda Fit out past Katella Avenue to spend a weekend away. The rest of my family is already at my destination for the weekend. I arrive at basic training camp for the Navy National Guard, into which I have just been drafted. I enter the barracks along with several of my real-life friends from college. The bunks are stacked three high and are concealed behind cupboard doors. In between the bunks are shelves with metal label-holders intended to hold labels showing the names of the occupants of the bunks. These shelves are meant to be used to hold boxes of the occupants' stuff. I start settling in. Evidently, I've packed wisely for this experience, because the boxes I brought don't take up all the space that was allotted to me. I change into my new uniform. One of the items I brought was a small pair of scissors with blue handles [that I have in real life]. I realize that it was stupid of me to bring them, because they would get me in trouble if I were caught with them. So, I just fold up the labels with my name on them and slide them into the label-holders. Later, we're all sitting in a restaurant-style booth, choosing nicknames from a printed list. Mine is “Spider.” The nicknames for the officers are printed in a substitution cypher. I have absolutely no clue what tasks and training activities I'll be doing here, or what position I'll be assigned to. I hope I'll be able to handle it, especially swimming. [I think this may be the first time one of my dreams has accurately reflected the fact that I don't know how to swim very well in real life. I've had tons of dreams where I could swim expertly.] Basic training is beginning. Everyone is outside, standing at attention in a block, wearing their uniforms. I ask one of my friends to let me out of the booth so that I can run to the bathroom before going outside and joining the block. There is a girl with short, blond hair directly ahead of me in the line for the bathrooms. I think to myself that I ought to be thinking of it as 'the head' rather than 'the bathroom,' because I'm in the Navy, not the Marines. [Which is stupid, because as far as I know, the Marines say that, too.] Then I woke up, because I actually did need to go to the bathroom. [This dream was much longer, more elaborate, more vivid, and more detailed than these notes reflect. What I get for putting off typing this up for so long.]
Expendables characters shooting and moving all crazy like, then someone had a plan that tipped over all the sailboats within a mile of this one port, then the water drained from the large body of water. Me and my brother brett were with some special ed kids protecting them from any dangers. One special ed kid that had bowl haircut in the summer heights high uniform, decided he was no longer going to take shit from these navy d-bags, he ended up headbutting one of the guys into the ground and all you could see was his hair(will was in this dream along with some gay guys). At home my brother recycled alcohol from our house to go somewhere with my mom, then I picked up one of the bottles, it said apple zinfadel and it was a wine bottle. The label was also a holograph and had green apples on it.
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