6-3-12 I am inside a store at night. I see visions of a man that is messing the place up. He has skinny jeans on and is pretty fat. I go to the back of the school back of the store. I sit down and wait and look on my phone. It is 7:40 pm. A lady in front of the store beckons me to come. I walk to the front of the store and see my mom and sister. We walk out to the car. It is night out. I see an ant hill so I kick it. My sis says "Don't do that!". We go into the car. A shift occurs and I am still in the car, we are on the road but now it is daytime and time seems to be reversing since cars are going backwards. The drivers have changed to my cousin. I ask "If a guy has a high level of conciousness will he notice time is reversing?" He says "No" I then ask "What about that deja vu feeling? Couldn't it mean you made it to a certain place before but since time has reversed you had to go back there again?" He ignored me. To my left I see cars on the highway driving in reverse due to the reverse time effect. Somehow we knew an accident will occur. A car in front of us turns to the right and crashes into another car ahead. My cousin. My cousin started to back up the car, I notice he is backing up too close to another car so I tell him to stop and he does. There is some strange monster in the middle of the street, The person in the passenger seat gets out and tries to deal with the monster. She gets bitten by the thing. A shift occurs. I am an observer now. I am in a bedroom a man and a woman get out of a bed. The bed is dirty and has ink all over it. The guy learns he can absorb bio-mass and bio-electricity. I am seeing this from his perspective. He is in front of a stove and microwave. A shift occurs. I am out in the middle of nowhere. A woman in a yellow suit comes out of nowhere and for some reason I think her name is phantom. She says "Don't let Obama die the 4th must live!" I become an observer again. Everyone is a child. Lex luther in child form is there too. Child Obama appears with a gun. I see from his eyes. The people he is deciding to go to school at all have red ballons. The people in the red ballons are floating. He shoots a red ballong and it causes a kid to fall down and cry. I see a blank expression of Lexs face. I wake up but when I did the dragon fight music from skyrim was playing in my head.
Non-dream Dream Lots of tiny fragments today: Fragment 1: I am making my major league baseball debut with the Angels. I am playing right field for some reason (SS,3B,P in real life) and I am doing very well. I get an outfield assist after backing up an errant throw to first base. Fragment 2: I am at my wedding and everything is going very well. I look awesome. I am snowboarding at the wedding with my brother and AC, and I am doing well. The venue is MG but it changed to the Anaheim back yard. We get put on the spot frequently throughout the wedding but we don't give a sh*t. Fragment 3: I am bowling and Em is there directing / coaching people. Fragment 4: I am talking to Obama.
I start off in a living room, sitting and listening to one man talk. I'm tempted to do something, anything, out of the knowledge that I'm only getting so much dream time, but I continue to wait because on occasion I will start moving involuntarily in my dreams and I wanted to see where that would lead. The dream moved on before that happened. I am now anticipating making an important speech to a large crowd in London, with scores of citizens cheering me on. It reminded me of the speech Obama gave in Germany during his 2008 campaign. This part ended before I could give any speech. I am now in a large shopping center, getting around by hooking onto walls and ledges by thrusting out my arm and having a grappling hook shoot from my wrist. So I swing around like Spiderman until I see the pope himself with his entourage, carrying a golden trophy. During this time two men were talking about something mundane over a loudspeaker until one of them asserts that this presents an "Oppor-fun-tunity" for this young gentleman. I hook onto the ledge just above where the pope was climbing some stairs. I pull myself over the ledge just as he reaches the top of the stairs, rush over and gank his trophy, then start racing down the stairs while his guards chase after me. Two guards climb up the stairs to greet me and I'm thinking "Where's the colorful garb that Vatican guards wear?" Now I'm pretty big, 6'5", and one of them is a short older fellow that looks at me in exasperation and exhaustion and I knock the poor guy down as I reach the bottom of the steps and get out of there. Later I request to be transported to a far off planet to try some exotic fruit. It's just after dusk on this planet, with mostly twilight but some waning sunlight. There's a large lake or perhaps ocean underneath me, with a tree standing tall and angular out of it. I pick fruit from the tree and try it, it didn't have any taste to it. Perhaps this was fortunate; I see large birds hanging out along the shoreline. I invite a bird to land on my elbow, just not too large (a large bird walks away looking dejected) and with small talons (same thing: a bird with ridiculously long talons, think "Man with world's longest fingernails," walks away disappointed). A regular sized bird flies up and lands on my elbow. Then I notice bird heads popping out of the fruit, or eggs, as I now realize. I look over at the bird on my arm, realizing what I had done, and it tries to bite me. The dream ends.
07.05.2012Obama and Sneezing (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm walking in a High School, I don't have a shirt on, and I feel kind of disturbed about this, but I never really looked down to see how my stomach looked like. I'm passing through a small hallway on the side of a cafeteria. I think I went to get something from my bicycle, not sure what it was. I go back inside the school with a shirt on, it was white and the pictures and words were a bit degraded. I would say it's exactly like the white shirt I have in waking life that has some of the plastered picture chipped off. I go upstairs, walking at a reasonable rate, and once I reach the top, I see Obama. I pretty much treat this as a normal thing and continued by going left. I think I had to go to the bathroom to blow my nose or something. There's a small dream shift to where some dream character who looks like he's a bully is showing me something. He isn't trying to bully me, in fact, he looks like he's trying to become friends with me. He was a little creepy looking for me, but I didn't really mind him being around. He eventually goes away, and then I get some brown paper towels, and I start blowing my nose really hard. Surprised I didn't wake up with snot. I get more paper towels because I feel that most of it didn't come out, even though I had the sensation that most did come out already. Guess I wanted to double-check. I look at myself in the mirror, but not my whole visage. I already had my head up to see what's inside of my nose. There's this huge white blob inside, and I wanted other people to see it for some odd reason. And then I see Obama again at some point in this dream again, but I had the same passive reaction as before. OH MY GOD GUYS, LOOK AT THE SNOT IN MY NOSE!! ISN'T IT COOL? ...................................what a shit dream._________________________07.05.2012Jumping on Panels (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I only remember jumping down on some panels, and some moved around a bit. The bottom was an abyss, and I had situations where I almost get into the abyss itself. When that happened, I think the dream resets to a certain point. Then I remember seeing someone like Spike from Cowboy Bebop and I think Naked or Solid Snake from the MGS series..... Boring.
Updated 07-05-2012 at 05:52 PM by 47756
04.16.2012Kaomea as a Child???? (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I put this dream first so Kaomea can hopefully see it, and the similarities between the child and her is waaaay too accurate, at least for my limited knowledge on how she looked like before. Before I go on to remembering the dream, the reason why I'm assuming a girl that looks like Kaomea as a child, even though I don't know how she really looked as a child in waking life, is because of the red tank top she was wearing along with blue shorts. I know Kaomea has worn a red shirt and some blue jeans, along with some red sneakers in her dreams, and probably does the same in waking life. I'm probably in spectator mode, just seeing how things play out at an area with a lot of greenery to it. If you looked beyond the area they're at, you could see there's a large and open field, and the clouds are light gray or light blue, couldn't tell exactly. The atmosphere seemed like this was in the late 1980s to the early 1990s (well obviously, since this could've been Kaomea as a child). It was a vivid dream, and it had that "old-school" film feeling to it. (Don't worry, Kaomea, I'm not saying you're old or anything, it's just the type of ATMOSPHERE that felt kind of weird.) There's an adult or two supervising a group of children. The two children that popped up to me the most were a girl and a boy. The boy was Caucasian most likely, and by the way he's smiling, I'm assuming everybody is taking some kind of group photo together. He's really ready to get his picture taken, and I think they had to move around a bit, so I guess they were testing to find out the ideal order of who goes behind who and such for the photo. Now for the girl. She had fairly long hair, and the children here are probably around the age of 4-7? She looked like she was from Hawaii like Kaomea is in right now. Her skin tone was a little bit darker than the skin tone I normally see Kaomea in, but only slightly. She's wearing a red tank top with some fluffy extensions near her shoulder, well, it's not that fluffy, but it was fancy looking enough for me to pay attention to her. I think she was wearing blue shorts, and probably red sneakers as well, presuming whoever dressed her would want her shoes to match with her tank top. After one of the adults and the children move around for a little while to find the ideal positions to stand, sit, or crouch on, I get a zoomed perspective on the child that looks like Kaomea. She has this sort of mad pout to her face, as if she doesn't want to be part of the photo....LOL, it was so hilarious! xD Anyway, it was kind of cute seeing her like that. (in fact, I was just putting my hands over my face and shaking my head and going "awwwwww" ) Then I hear a random voice that said how she would like a certain someone someday? I didn't know what that meant, but I'm assuming who she likes now....but it could be someone else entirely different. I can't remember much after that, I was just focusing on the girl who could've been Kaomea as a child. _________________________04.16.2012Moving Away (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm in a random house, and I have my laptop with me inside of a dark room. I didn't know that me and my father were going to move as yet. There's a T.V. flashing, but I didn't pay attention to what was showing most of the time. I get out of the room, and I go to the garage of this random house, and I see my father with a vehicle that has this large attachment to it. It's like a mini red truck attached to a Jeep or something, and it had a brown color to it. The driveway itself was kind of weird, a small tree was in the middle of it, and there's a really small dirt slit going parallel to the driveway's path. I thought it would prevent my father from moving this weird mini red truck attachment he had for another vehicle, but after looking on how it's structured, it wasn't going to hit the tree at all. Oh, and the truck itself was probably a normal red Ford truck. There were also random people coming on the driveway, some were merely passing through, and then there's some that stop in the middle of the driveway and just look at me or at the garage. I remember there being a lady with copper red or burnt orange hair. Her visage wasn't appealing at first, and the fact that she looked depressed kind of bothered me, seeing as she's one of the people just standing in the middle of the driveway. She's wearing a black dress, and it stops near the top region of her thighs as well. I can't remember anything else from that dream. _________________________04.16.2012Pharynx/Larynx (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm in a lecture apparently, but the room itself is way too short for it to be a decent science lecture. In fact, it seemed that either I'm the only student here, or there were a few people behind me that I didn't pay attention to. I was listening to a lecturer declare something about how it's important to remember some figure he has on the projection screen. The room is dark, so the only think shining is the screen, so I paid attention and got something out to write on to copy what's on the screen. I believe he was talking about something about knowing which part represents the Pharynx and which part represented the Larynx. I think he wanted us to even draw the structure of it (I didn't even remember what a Pharynx and a Larynx were in waking life until I checked that it's related to the throat). I'm drawing what he's pointing us to draw, but it doesn't look anything like what I saw what those parts were in waking life, but I blindly draw and label them down. It seemed like there were extensions that looked like veins on these parts, and for some reason, I decided to look a little bit more on how they looked like so that I could draw out more of the vein-like structures. I think the dream shifts, but I'm in the same room, and someone is talking to me one-on-one. I can't remember how they looked like at all, seeing as the room is still dark. They were giving me some transparent object. It looked like it was some dried up gel to preserve something that was inside it. A message inside of it said (and damn it, this is getting ANNOYING now...) "You can still pass! But you need to go to the SI Sessions!" (SI Sessions are short for "Supplemental Instruction".....and that's basically free tutoring that the University gives here. It's pretty helpful, but like the meaning says, it's "Supplemental"....meaning it's not wise to actually rely only on it). After reading it, I wasn't really surprised about what it was trying to tell me. I think I had thoughts of it either being Biology, seeing as it's only of the only SI sessions I go to other than the Chemistry one. (I don't know why it would suggest I do that since I go to both when it's appropriate....like I wouldn't go to one after we took a test, since those sessions would be cancelled because they wouldn't know what's going to be covered if we just took an exam.... I thought it could've been for my Political Science class, but again, I didn't see how that could be it seeing as the material I was looking at on the screen was related to Biology in general). The dream shifts to where I'm outside now, and this area feels like an abstract of where I live because there's a black road in the middle, and it seems I'm sitting down on a brown bench with someone. The person is on the other side, not next to me. I didn't really pay attention to them that well, and can't remember how they looked like since I had my face down somewhere else. They were talking to me about some kind of offer, but I can't remember what. They obviously wanted me to stay a bit longer and think about it, but I'm still a bit on shifting towards rejecting it, even though I'm having feelings that I should accept it. I'm assuming it's something that's a big deal, especially if I'm still there worrying about accepting or denying, but I just don't know what the hell they're offering me! Then I decide to get up, and I cross the black road, and to my right, there's a light brown dumpster that's about 3-4 feet away from me. Behind it was a bicycle that looks like my own in waking life, and I think there's a black motorcycle next to it as well. Obviously, I go with the black motorcycle, and it looks pretty nice too. (I wonder if that could've been the motorcycle that Kaomea rides in her dream? Or maybe it was the same motorcycle I rode a while back in another dream where I was riding on a snake-y sidewalk that seemed to direct me in possibly finding Alyzarin? Then again, those dreams happened probably a month or two before this one...) As soon as I get on the vehicle, the Cowboy Bebop Ending music plays, and I'm surprised that I was passively listening to the music, even though there wasn't anything external in waking life that could've transcended to this dream. (I like the song, but how it played as soon as I got on the motorcycle kind of bothered me when I typed this dream out)....Obviously a song like that means something depressing was going on. _________________________04.16.2012Obama and Homeless Tents? (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I believe I see President Obama walking in snow, and it was snowing very hard. I don't think he's even wearing a jacket, just a white dress shirt, blue tie, and black pants most likely. He heads towards a green tent, and it seems there's some activity inside of it. He crouches down and goes in, and I believe for a half a second, I was Obama in first person view? Someone inside of the tent crawls out and shows Obama what's inside the tent. That's all I remember.
Updated 04-16-2012 at 11:25 PM by 47756
so, I was Live action role playing call of duty, well I was actually in the game I could see my mini map, and all the UI at once I don't really know how it was possible. It was kind of like domination except we had to have all our team by weapons crates like sabotage instead of a flag. So I ran over to the crates and saw some loading bar come up, it was not hovering but more a part of what I saw because I could see it no matter where I looked. There were a few other people on my team, we had teams of four at this point. The loading bar was going very slowly and it stopped after it got probably 1/8th of the way up. I yelled out that we need the whole team to be here at once because that is the only way we could capture this place. I saw some of my teammates coming over, but unfortunately I had stepped too far away and the progress bar went away. But I quickly came back over to the crates and now that my other teammates were here the bar loaded much faster and it got very close to being full, we saw the last guy coming over towards us so we got ready to run off and get the next one. Right when he got there we started to leave but we hadn't waited long enough and the bar went away, I heard some of my teammates sigh and head back over. It went up quickly because we were all there, once it completed we ran off in different directions. The area was an urban place that seemed to be in some other country and there were walls blown out and it looked like the place was a recent warzone. I soon ran into an enemy troop and I think I was killed. I don't remember exactly where I spawned but I went back to where I died, and died again, from here I was going to start to mess around and I died a few more times. A little while later I had found that the entire enemy team was in one room and the room had one main doorway, without hesitation I ran through the doorway and jumped in as far as I could shooting in every direction! I know I surprised all of them and caught them all off guard. I took one of them out and hit some others by the time that I died, when I did die I immediately went to first person and saw my body fly up against the wall. I could not help but laugh! Later in the dream the scenario had changed, I was at my old school, for some reason everyone had pillows and blankets out on the playground, I don't remember what happened next but I do remember having to pick up my pillows and my scooter, I had to figure out how I was going to get all of this all back in one trip. (I hate taking more than one trip anytime!) so I had an idea, I stacked all the pillows up on the scooter and use it as a seat, this works pretty well, I decide to go into the main building to get a drink from the water fountain, in there I see that there is an egg on each of the fountains and a mrs Jones tells me that I can't use it. I roll my eyes and head out the door, I find outside obama in the middle of the sidewalk surrounded by cameras trying to sell some parent a product. I just go around them and head past, on my way back to the other building I nearly fall off twice, and I hear from somewhere that the guy doesn't want to buy it because it has a huge hole in it! then the dream ended.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in an office. The office was like a hallway of big, heavy desks, rather than a big floor full of cubicles. There was some kind of dull, greenish, fluorescent light. But daylight flowed in through windows, giving the atmosphere more of a gold-white feel. I stood before some desk. I had probably been given some task by "my boss," who then walked away. There was a stack of papers on the desk. I picked it up and turned away from the desk, as if I were going to walk to my own workspace. But the hallway was now blocked all the way across by the desk of one of my old senior co-workers, RW. RW sat at his desk. In the usual mild manner he took with me, he asked me if I was happy with my new position. Apparently I was doing research on semiconductors. I bashfully giggled and told RW it was okay. RW said, "Well, I certainly don't think I could do something like what you're doing. It would be too much for me, just picking up on semis like that. That's really hard." I just giggled and smiled. I couldn't do anything else. RW, who does research on diagnostic equipment and PBMs, had a reputation for being extremely witty, incisive, and self-assured. He could cut anybody down. But he'd always been gentle with me. Even now, I didn't want to spoil my unique relationship with RW by getting over-confident. But RW said, "Now, come on! You have to admit that what you're doing is pretty good!" I didn't know what to say. I think I might have started to talk about how I thought RW's research was really cool. But before I could say that, I think RW started talking about how his reseach wasn't so difficult. Dream #2 I was in an auditorium full of high schoolers or college kids. There was a group of high-level officials on the stage. The stage was really high up, compared to the seats. I was in the third or fourth row. But I often saw as if I were a video camera, closed right up on the group. The group all stood in a kind of random fashion. There weren't any podiums. I'm pretty sure there weren't even any mics. There was no decoration on the stage, either. It was just a bare stage. The people on stage were from all over the world. There was some kind of major announcement being made. It had to do with some decision of President Obama's. But the main person, who was to make the bulk of the announcement, was alternately Obama and some tall, bald, white, slightly overweight man. But even when the man was Obama, he spoke of Obama in the third person. The man first asked a woman to leave the room. The woman's name was something like Piti or Peetee. She looked (to my reflection now) Iranian. She had short hair in a kind of Jackie-O cut. She had pale, olive-colored skin, and a healthy, round figure. Her dress was pale blue-grey. But the fabric was really strange, like a mix between terry cloth and cashmere. Piti left through a door to a stairwell, on the right (my right) of the stage. After she left, the man said that Piti had already determined that if Obama's decision was unfavorable to her, she would take some kind of action against him. Apparently Obama had already done something to Piti, basically barring her from making any appearances in the United States. But Obama's decision was going to go against Piti's desires. The man explained to all of us that Piti basically had control over all of Southeast Asia. She could bar (I think the man called it "sanction" in the dream) Obama from Southeast Asia, just as he'd barred her from the United States. It was pretty obvious (I don't know why) that it was a lot worse for Obama being "sanctioned" from Southeast Asia than it was for Piti to be barred from the United States. But it seemed pretty obvious, as well, that Obama wouldn't tolerate this sanction. So we were all basically told to prepare for a conflict. The man had now, apparently, handed out paper presentations to all of us. The presentation was, I think, an argument for why we should aim for some kind of compromise, rather than heading into a conflict. But the presentations were all in Chinese. A boy asked the man (who may now have been alone on the stage) if he could give an English translation of the presentation. I turned around so I could see the boy. The auditorium was huge! And it was packed -- full of high school or college students! The boy sat at a folding chair along the right wall. He was an Asian boy with a squarish, shortish haircut, squarish glasses, and a dark blue winter jacket. The man may have voiced a little disappointment that the boy needed translation. But there was a girl, also Asian, sitting with a female friend. This girl actually yelled back to the boy, "Why do you need a translation? Didn't you study your own language, like everybody else does?" The boy said something like, "Well, yeah, I studied. But I just thought if we got a little translation here and there, it could help us get through the rest of the text faster on our own." The girl sighed at the boy, like she couldn't believe what a lazy excuse-maker he was. I turned back forward and looked at my text as the girl said, "It basically says that China believes, if the whole world cooperated, we could reach the ends of the universe, with the energy we have right now." I looked at the presentation in the hands of the girl to my left. There was a screenshot printed on the page. The shot was of some YouTube video, showing some view of the universe. The sky was mostly black, with just a few faint dots of stars. For some reason I was now running to the bathroom. I was somehow involved with some meeting with President Obama. But it also had to do with some branch of Satanism. The branch was named something like Gen Schele. But "Gen" may have been "Glen." And "Schele" may have been "Shell" or "Schnell." Obama had possibly already explained something to me about the government, this cult, and some decision being made in international affairs. I really disapproved of it. I thought it would end with a lot of people dying. But I thought it would be weak to voice my disapproval. And I acted like it was perfectly natural. But now I needed to go to the bathroom so bad! I was running toward a restroom. I was wearing khaki shorts for some reason (great way to meet the President, right?). And now I couldn't hold my pee anymore. The inner thighs of my shorts were all soaked. I didn't think it was so bad. If I got to the bathroom and to a urinal, I could pee the rest of the way in there. Then my shorts would likely dry quickly. I was in a bathroom now, peeing in a urinal. But my pee was coming out so much, so forcibly, that I was still spraying all over my shorts, making them even more and more soaked. Plus, I just wasn't stopping! I had peed so much that the urinal was completely full. A huge puddle was already forming on the floor. At some point Obama saw me. He asked me, with a bit of disappointment and disdain, what was bothering me so much. I didn't want to tell him what was bothering me. I didn't want him to think I was weak. But I'm pretty sure he knew what was bothering me. I just wanted, really badly, to finish peeing, so I could go into one of the stalls, crouch into a fetal position, and just lie there until my shorts finally dried. (When I woke up, I seriously expected to find that I'd wet the bed, my dream was so vivid. But, thankfully, I did not. Also -- just as a side note, the "Gen Schele" might be a mix-up of the name of the artist Egon Schiele, and also of the name Rothschild. I've been reading about the Rothschilds lately.)
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in some kind of auditorium, which also felt like a huge, modern church sanctuary. I sat up in a balcony. The balcony curved all the way around the sanctuary, which had an odd shape, like an octagon. Farther to my left there was another balcony over this balcony. The church was well-lit, almost like the inside of a big-box club store like Sam's Club. The place was packed. We were all here watching President Obama give a speech. President Obama wasn't at the front of the church, on the stage. Instead, he stood on a small podium in the middle of the crowd. But then he was standing on some little platform hooked to the balcony, so that he wad just a bit lower than eye-level with the top of the balcony's barrier. Obama gave his speech, which was about all the good things he was doing. One of the things had to do with fostering positive relationships between the US and the Middle East. One of the proofs he gave of this was some partnership being formed between Chile and a supposed Middle Eastern country called Rubia. Now Obama was taking questions from the audience. I raised my hand to ask a question. But a woman off to my left got to ask her question. After she asked her question, Obama may have said, "Okay. Now who has another question?" The woman had a mic, so I not only raised my hand, but stood up and walked over to the woman so I could get the mic from her. A lot of other people raised their hands to ask questions. I thought for sure one of them would get to ask, rather than me. But my old boss, DR, was sitting off to the girl's left. He said, "Let ----- ask his question first." So I got the mic. I was walking back to my seat with the mic. In the meantime, Obama was probably answering the first question. His response had something to do with taxes. But then he also mentioned interest. A white man with blonde hair, a blonde mustache, blue eyes, and a trucker cap, asked me, "How does the government make money doing the kind of stuff Obama's talking about?" I said, "Well, the government makes money through revenue, which is what they call taxes. And then they also make money through charging on debt ..." The man and I together said, "... which is interest!" The man now seemed to understand pretty well. It was now my turn to ask a question. Obama was now up on the balcony, on some maroon-colored steps between two aisles. I was also standing on the steps, a few steps up from Obama. I asked my question. At first the mic was really quiet. I asked Obama, "You say you're doing a lot of stuff to make relationships positive in the Middle East. But beyond the example you gave with Chile, which is a country in South America, not the US, and Rubia, which I've never heard of before--" A young, pretty, blonde man wearing a black windbreaker came up to me as if to take the mic away. I flinched away from him. But he made a poking motion at the mic with a thin, pen-like instrument. I saw a little orange light on the mic. I understood that the man just wanted to turn the volume up on the mic. So I let him do so. With the volume up, I asked Obama, "So there are a lot of countries I can think of in the Middle East and North Africa. Out of all these countries, when you talk about good relationships with the US --" The crowd began clapping and cheering loudly. "-- Where is this?" Obama seemed like he was about to answer my question. I handed the mic to someone else so they could ask their question. As I did, I thought I'd tell Obama that I was also concerned with Sub-Saharan Africa, although nobody else seemed to care too much. Dream #2 I was in a car at night, pulling into a parking space before a building. A woman came out and greeted me. She said my hotel was ready. I got out of my car and went up to the hotel room with her. The hotel room was kind of small. It felt like it was a few floors up and inside the building. It felt kind of stuffy. At some point, perhaps in an elevator, I was -- somehow -- putting myself into a baby's diaper (???). It fit really terribly. I -- somehow -- saw it wedging up into my rear end and sliding halfway off one of my legs. I'm not sure how I did or saw all this, as I was still fully clothed. I was laying back on the bed, with my arms behind my head, looking up at the ceiling. The woman told me, "Well, then, I'll give you a call and let you know what I can do about your request." I was kind of surprised by the woman's statement. I didn't remember asking her anything. But I figured I could have been experiencing missing time. So I asked the woman (as if I thought this was a clever way to hide the fact I didn't know what she was talking about), "Sometimes I have trouble remembering the things I just said. Could you tell me what I asked you?" The woman, standing in the doorway, said, "Sure. You said you were a little disappointed with this room. You had made a reservation for something different. So you asked me if I could find you a more 'high-performance' room." I remembered having made a reservation for something bigger. In fact, in my mind's eye, I had the view of something more like a small townhouse. And here I was in this dinky, little hotel room. So I guess I was disappointed. I told the woman, "Thanks. That sounds right. Just give me a call when you figure out where I can be moved." The woman left the room. I stood up. I walked out of the bedroom and into a second room (???). This room was like another bedroom. But it was totally dark. I walked through the room and into a bathroom. I turned on the lights. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was naked except for a pair of panties over a pair of diapers (???). I took off the panties. The diapers had a yellow and blue color scheme. There was something like a Mickey Mouse pattern on them. They seemed a bit loose and baggy on me. I thought I should probably go to the bathroom in my diaper and change it before the woman called me. But I also thought that I'd wait until the woman came back before I changed back into my clothes, so I could see how she'd react to me in just a diaper. So I walked back to my bedroom. I was kind of surprised. I thought the woman would have called me by now to let me know if I could get moved into a "high-performance" hotel room. I thought it would have been pretty immediate. I was wondering if she had gone to look at all. Now I thought maybe there were secret cameras in my room. Maybe the woman was watching me walk around like this. Maybe she thought she would wait until I was fully dressed before she got in contact with me. But I also thought that maybe there was something wrong with my credit card. Maybe there wasn't enough money on my card to charge a different room for all the nights I wanted to stay. I thought that was possible. Dream #3 I was in a living room, laying on the couch. I was possibly getting ready to play a video game. My mom came in and asked me, "So did you finish that accounting stuff?" I knew what my mom was talking about. In another room there was a computer system that looked a lot like a video game system. The screen had a bunch of red numbers on it. I had to do accounting with all these numbers. It was a real pain in the neck. But I knew I hadn't done it, and that I should just do it. I sighed in annoyance and stood up. My mom, a little taken aback at my annoyance said, "Well, you don't have to do it right now, if you'd rather relax." I said, "Nah... f**k it," and shrugge my shoulders. I went into the room and set up the system. Apparently I controlled the accounting system by using Super Nintendo joysticks. The scene kind of faded into me standing at the right end of a huge flat-screen TV. The TV had a really glossy surface. The screen must have been a few meters tall. My mom, sister, and maybe a couple other family members stood in front of the screen. I watched the screen from my side view. At first it scrolled through all the red numbers that were part of the accounting system. Then it shifted to some kind of video game, like a racing game. My family started talking about the game, how fun it was to play. Suddenly I was standing in front of the video game, playing it. It was like a racing game. It was set in the mountains, and you raced things like mini-hovercrafts. It was kind of like F-Zero for Super Nintendo, except all the figures were really small. The graphics were sometimes more like 8-bit graphics. Now I was suddenly in the game, on the hovercraft, racing around as Claus Valca, my avatar for the DV website. The view was now like reality, not like video games. I remembered some words of wisdom a really beautiful and busty woman in a maroon-and-black, Victorian-style dress had given me about safety. I came around a curve in the road. I was driving the wrong way. A bunch of Indy cars came driving around the curve. But they were all invisible. I could only see very faint phantoms of them as they got very close to me. A few of them actually hit me. It didn't hurt me very much. But I knew if too many hit me, my vehicle would be damaged. So I pulled off to the side of the road to let all the invisible Indy cars pass. Off to the left of the shoulder of the road was a small cliff that led down to a wide, green valley. I drove along the shoulder of the road for a bit, then, possibly accidentally, drifted off the cliff. I descended quickly toward the valley. I found the valley really beautiful, and I really wanted to see it, although I was pretty sure I'd die if I hit the ground at this speed. I even commented to my family on the beauty of the scene, as if I were still standing somewhere with them, playing the video game. Then, suddenly, a huge cushion of air propelled me up from the valley. The valley sunk below me, and the air rushed all around me. I felt very elated. I even shouted out with happiness. The view was incredible from this height. I may even have wondered whether I was having an out-of-body experience. Dream #4 I walked into the living room of "my family's house." The room was really big, and only one side of it was lit. The room seemed to be divided in half by a blue couch. There didn't seem to be much stuff at all on the dark side of the room, in front of the couch. Directly behind the couch there was a table, or maybe an air hockey table, covered and cluttered with all kinds of stuff, a total mess. My mom sat on the couch, kind of sideways, her left arm resting against the top of the back end of the couch. My brother and sister may have been somewhere as well. It was like I was here, visiting for the holidays. My mom's mom came to visit and drop off some food for me for Christmas. I was curious as to how this would all turn out. As far as I knew, my mom and grandma were no longer talking with each other. But my grandmother was here, right in front of the couch, as if she were talking with my mom, as I came into the living room. Now that I was here, my grandma could leave. She said something to my mom then headed for the door, which was behind the couch. My mom didn't seem to be answering my grandma at all. I was a little upset at my mom for not talking to my grandma. But I needed to catch my grandma before she left the house. I headed for the door. As I reached the door -- my grandma already stood half in and half out -- I looked at the table. Amid all the mess were two containers of food. One was a clear, cylindrical container of some kind of green food, like a casserole made out of spinach. The other container had some kind of fruit stuff in it. Both containers, even though they'd only been on the table a few moments, were all messy and gross. My mom finally spoke to my grandma. She said something completely irrelevant to what my grandma had said. She said something kind of weird that was supposed to prove she was taking care of something very business-like with my oldest nephew or all my nephews. My grandma didn't respond to my mom. My grandma was wearing a blue, cotton dress with tiny, white, paisley designs on it. The collar may have been a bit elastic, slightly bunchy. The sleeves may have been the same. My grandma also wore eyeglasses that looked extremely clean, but also very, very thick. My grandma alos looked a bit younger than IWL. My grandma said, "Well, -----, Merry Christmas. I'm glad I got to see you. And I love you." And now she was leaving. I felt terrible that I only got to see my grandma for this very short amount of time. And I really didn't even get to speak to her! Dream #5 I was walking in front of "the New York Public Library," even though the building looked more like the Metropolitan Museum of Art, out on a wide, cobblestone walkway, like where Trinity Church and the Public Library are in Boston. There were a lot of makeshift stands outside, selling all kinds of art and souvenirs. There were a lot of women heading toward the library. I heard a couple women talking behind me. One of them said, "Yeah, I'm only coming to the library because they're having that speech for lesbian empowerment." I wondered about the event the woman was talking about. I was hoping it wouldn't be too big. It could make getting around in the library a huge chore, with all kinds of crowds of people in there.
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Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in some place like a workshop. There were one or two groups of people in the workshop. I may have belonged to one of the groups. But one of the groups had finished whatever they'd had to do. This group left the room. They walked through a long, ramped hallway, like in a hospital. They were now in a dark room at the end of the hallway. The room was like a bar, although it didn't seem to have anything in it. The people were all singing karaoke. I sat down in the workshop-room at some big working table. I was at the back end of the table. I really wanted to do some karaoke. I was getting restless. I had a pile of money in front of me. I realized that some people had left their money here. So I should give it back. President Obama was sitting on the right side of the table, near the front end. I gave the pile of money to Obama. I realized that the money was money that Congress had left on the table. They'd probably need it back. And President Obama would probably be able to give it to them. I walked away from President Obama. But, for some reason, I still had two $10 bills in my hand. So I turned back to Obama and dropped the $10 bills on the table. They lined up nicely, the bottom edge of one matching wih the top edge of the other. They also looked really nice and new. I knew that the $20 was some kind of "extra tax" that came with the money for Congress. The main pile of money was the pile that Congress got as a matter of course. The "extra tax" was tax that Congress received on this money. But President Obama told me to keep the extra $20. He said something like Congress hadn't really earned the stack of money in the first place, and they really wouldn't miss the tax money if it was missing. President Obama then asked me, "Well, why are you sticking around here? You can go, if you'd like. Don't you wanna go do karaoke with everybody else?" I said no. I knew the Fed was going to talk about something pretty soon. I felt like it would probably be a smart idea if I hung around here until the Fed got through talking about whatever they were going to talk about. I had partly said this to butter-up Obama and make him think I was smart. But I was also genuinely interested in what the Fed had to say. Dream #2 I was in a restaurant/bar. The restaurant had a weird shape, kind of an upside-down "L" shape, with the tall part of the "L" being really long and kind of narrow. The lighting for the whole place was a kind of neon-blue. But there were windows to the space outside of the bar, which looked like the inside of a mall and was lit normally. I had gotten a table to sit at. But I had been asked to stand up. I'd had to walk all the way to the end of the area I was in, i.e. to the "base" of the "L" shape. Now I was back at my seat. There was some other guy with me, an Asian man in maybe his late twenties, dressed in a business suit. We seemed to be co-workers or friends. We were about to sit down when another man asked if he could sit with us. He was also Asian and young. He was dressed in an all-black business suit. We didn't know the man, but we let him sit with us. The two men sat beside each other. They started talking with each other, as if they were familiar with each other. I understood that they had never met each other before, but that they "knew the game" well enough to talk with each other as if they were familiar with each other. I sat on the opposite side of the table, kind of awkwardly positioned in my seat against an empty seat, and messing around with stuff at the table, possibly a glass of water and some condiments or little appetizers or something. The men tried to include me in the conversation. They asked me something. I responded by giving some speech about the Fed, which I don't remember, other than the fact that it was about them not needing something and having some kind of disagreement with Congress. The Fed might have said that Congress didn't need something. Dream #3 I was in a big, nice living room in some wonderful apartment on a high-up floor in a big building. An old, white man with white hair sat on a couch. I may have sat down and stood up alternately. I had been interested in the old man's daughter. I wanted to marry the daughter. But the old man was sure that I only wanted to marry the daughter because I wanted to get at the old man's money. This wasn't true. There were elements of the dream before this point that proved, I reflected, that I really liked the girl. But I can't remember those parts of the dream.
Well i forget the details since this morning but I was Michelle Obama's body guard, I left her at a newsstand because i was distracted into another dream scene, went back afterwards. Found her all worried, then we went to some building where some asian gangsters were on our tail. Dream skipped to a new building where I was running with Jason Bourne's assistance from pursuers and it was really awesome. After going outside (i ran about 10 stories up so somehow outside at same level) I fought terminator machines (ships and tanks) with a huge machine gun turret (pwned them) then I shot down a helicopter. I remember vividly going up to the copter on the ground with the men still inside about to shoot me, but I blew it up right before they could. I walked around a central building and found a bat mobile where i proceeded to run over someone, dream ends. Woke up, went back to sleep. At a university party, some guy played a wicked guitar solo which was very soulful, that i've never heard (which means i came up with it). Tons of people in one room, dream ends.
★★★ Obama lol there was a metal concert hosted at the white house. There was a bunch of kids smoking weed. Obama was smoking a joint and then a cigarette. He looked around that the kids going crazy at the concert and then he was like "Oh shit... I forgot to set up my security team for this... I hope my presidential secrets aren't trashed and found out". a dangerous glass of water I was walking in a hallway of some apartment place. I ran into Bonnie lying in the hallway with an empty glass of water. She told me to put it back in the one apartment she was in... and she told me to be discreet about it because if they found out she snuck a glass of water, that they would kill her literally. Unwillingly i take the glass. I go to the aparment and put it in the door. Outside is a womanw ith red hair smiling at me. i feel like it's asuka merged with someone else i know. I am trying to be sneaky so I walk away. I wind up in my apartment and i start practicing Kung fu. In my mind it's because i was quickly in and out of the apartment, quick like kung fu. So i just continue the form iuntil the dream fades out. Dream labyrinth. I discovera a labyrinth of tunnels and hallways that exists in another dimension. I discover i can quickly get aroudn the dream map. Ever hallway leads to a different house. I can leave my house walking down this hallway and shortly wind up at a friends house. I come across a woman I know from waking life, she has a cast on one leg but seems to walk normally. I follow her to her place and she is always smiling. Gone I walk into a room to look at pictures of married couples. I can see a list of peoples names with pictures of couples. I recognise Erik from the metal band and his wife. I go to my spot on the list but there is no picture. I remember there was a drawn picture of me and Asuka there before, but now it's removed, because now the list only must contain real pictures from couples in waking life. I am a bit sad that i don't have a picture to submit to the list because Asuka is not with me in waking life. Steve in the labyrinth i am walking through the labyrinth between dream houses again. I run into steve who i haven't seen for a couple years. He takes me to a few different houses of his. At one of the houses i ask him if he wants to go to a club or something. I say I don't really care to go to try to pick up girls or anything. i just wanna drink and talk with him there. He laughs and says that making friends at clubs is easy, and that many people make it seem harder than it actually is. The hardest part is just opening up and talking to people.
regular dreams: 8-12-10 and 8-13-10 Falling I was at some place.. I don't know if it was like a camp or a theater or a school gym or whatever, but there was a large wooden platform in the middle of the dark room and there were some people from my school there. I climbed on top of the platform thing and then lost my balance and started falling. I could hear some of the people from my school laughing at me while I was in mid air falling. I crash landed into the ground while wondering if they would still laugh if I had been seriously injured or died. I don't remember much else. Pour Water On the President! I was in a theater with tons of people and Obama was there, wearing his usual suit and tie. I was sitting not far away from him when I started feeling water splashing on me. I looked behind me and saw some kids splashing water all over. It was part of the act I think, and they came over to Obama with a bucket of water about to pour it on him but then stopped because they wanted to make sure he was okay with it. He got up and kind of hesitated a little and then walked out. Bombing I was on top of some building with like 20 or so people. Some guy had a bomb and he set it off, causing a fire. I ran away from him, just like everyone else, when I noticed a guy who got hit by some fire. He was just standing there, like he accepted the fact that he was going to die. He didn't bother trying to help himself. Believe Me and my mom went to see Criss Angel's Believe show. It was an outdoor theater, and to see it you would just sit on some railings across from the stage. At one point I remember seeing Allie there with some of her friends. I felt bad about seeing his show again because I knew it was really expensive and I'd already seen it once. But apparently we went to Las Vegas for some other reason, not just to see his show. I don't remember why we were in LV though. After awhile of waiting, Criss finally showed up in the back of a jeep, coming down into this tunnel. A bunch of fan girls started chasing the car, me included, until it came to a stop under this tunnel. There were tons of people now, and I didn't want to bother Criss because I knew his body guards would be there trying to get people to move so I just went back up to the theater area and waited for his show to start.
regular dreams: 7-31-10 I was up north and I only recorded some dreams from one night. The other nights I didn't get that much sleep from staying up so late so I don't remember anything else. Criss Angel Criss Angel was signing autographs or something at a white table. I came up to the table to greet him and he gave me a box filled with small presents. He told me that I was the winner of some contest because I sent him an email telling him how much I love his show(yea, I did that in real life..). I wanted him to hug me but instead my sister leaned over the table and Criss just gave her a small half-hug and I didn't get one. Obama Knows Everything- Even Dog Chow Ingredients/Brands Me and a friend were at some drugstore and the president showed up. He needed to buy some dog food so he went over to some shelves that had dog food and a bunch of people were following him. He was acting all smart and explaining the difference of dog food brands and the nutrients and stuff in them. He seemed to just know everything.. Then he bought something and went off to catch a flight. Sometime in this dream me and my friend were chasing a dead girl.. or something...
TW had a really neat bedroom and was showing IE shots of it through webcam. He had brown and cream-coloured, stripey sheets on his bed (lol I think my new housemate has this), which was a double bed, with a matching lampshade. MicroTorrent was ruining everyone's internet. Even the Barack Obama's, haha. It was some opposition leader's evil plan to ruin the internet for all. There was some shop where we could buy stuff. I don't know what stuff though.
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