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A lady who was at a party earlier in another dream is suddenly snooping around the apartment I'm temporarily staying in. She doesn't know me too well and thinks I'm a child so when my dad leaves the place, she comes snooping in and tries to go through his files. I approach her and close the folder she's going through and asks her what's the matter. She's sort of taken aback and after realizing she can't get away with this she says the suspicions about my father are back. She invented some tale about his time in an institution 3 years ago and how he had fits of uncontrollable laughter. Then another tale about how he's a potential murder suspect of a girl and boy.

The dream shifted and I'm living the story of him murdering the 18 year old girl and boy. The girl is blonde and the boy has brown hair. They're strapping something to a horse or pony. My dad comes out of the cabin beside them and is young Harrison Ford (think of the first indiana jones). It's raining outside and inside the cabin. He offers some sort of help. I imagine he's going to try and rape the girl since he's been single for years. I don't remember exactly what happens but I think he kills them. As soon as he starts grinning that Harrison Ford grin of satisfaction, something bumps into the cabin door in front of him. Lightening flashes a mutilated body/face with empty eye sockets of a woman with tangled brown hair is momentarily visible. It's the tormented soul of his ex wife who he apparently murdered in the dream? Looks like the seductive brunette in Eraserhead.

Dream shifts but still relevant.

Fam (no one is divorced now or murdered) was moving back into our first house that's now currently run over by Mexican gangs and shit. The outside of the house was a light turquoise but it actually looked okay. We had parked about 3 cars in the driveway since the whole fam was there. Some of my dad's friends are over playing catch with two dogs and smoking cigars and drinking beers. The house is way too small for all of us as we've grown up, but we're moving back in for the time being. I head inside and ask for my father. My mom mentions he's acting strange and won't budge from his room. I open the door to his room and he's doing t'ai chi beside his bed in the dark (his walls and bedspread are teal). I tell him I know his "secret" and that coaxes him out of his bedroom. I end up getting him to follow me to the street outside our house to look at this glorious river that had formed when they cleared out a Dead End road and joined it to a new town. The water was ridiculously, vivid blue.

[Wednesday, August 29th, 2012]
(Three dreams. My dad was in some of them. But overall failed recall.)
(EDIT: I just remember one of the dreams. It was a nightmare.)

The entire dream was me trying to complete some strange paranormal competition event. There were thousands of participants. It consisted of a number of phases and it was spread out over an open scene with changing environments. For instance, most of the land was forest, but just up north, there was a line that seperated icy wasteland from it, and to the south; desert.

The earliest stage I really "remember" was Phase 6: We were transported back in time to World War II and were in front of an enormous cathedral. I walked in with a group of 3-4 other RM's, us being way behind the rest of the crowd. There were no guards in the first room, in fact there wasn't anyone. The rest were all in the next room with the pupit in front and the benches facing it. Everyone had crowded in there for some reason, and Hitler was giving a speech to them. I remember hearing screams and suddenly there was growls and gunfire. (I was so thankful for being slow.) We turned to the left and followed a short hallway to a few joint-bedrooms where we discussed what to do next. For SOME odd reason, the rest of the group came up with the BRILLIANT idea that two of them would have sex in the bed as if it would solve anything. I went with their plan. I was to have guard duty outside in the hallway. The man who was going to have sex with one of the women asked me if it was okay that he was doing this, as if this woman was my lover or something. I shrugged; I didn't know any of them. They were all unrecognizable DC's. They started and I walked out of the room and sat down in the hallway with my back to the wall and waited.

The next thing I know, we WON. We advanced to the next round, and I wasn't even sure how. Maybe all we had to do was survive. Our group somehow also aquired a map that was coded that didn't help us in any observable way.

Onto Phase 7. The host (who happened to be an Owl-being) told us that we would have to find the next area on our own. At this time we were standing by an old rotting two-story house and the forest around us was in just of bad condition. Spooky. But the house was locked all around. 4 ninjas (probably Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles too.) seperate from our group, walked past and I overheard them trying to figure out what to do next. They were stumped like us. Once they were gone, I climbed the building to the roof and climbed in through the belltower's window on top. The rest of my group followed suit. Once in, a few more people leaked in, but there had to be less than 10 total. When our group reached a familiar hallway that resembled my old home's hall, we all split up and took a different room. The room I had was my old bed room. There were two others in the room with me. We were tearing it up looking for a clue... a treasure... anything. Suddenly, a loud buzzing noise erupted from outside the room. I ran out to hear screams and laughter and my heart skipped a few beats as I listened. Everyone in my group was already dead. The two people in the room I had just been in had vanished. I was alone. I heard a sick laugh again and suddenly the darkest music began to play and I heard someone screaming, "TATTOOS AND CLOWNS. TATTOOS AND CLOWNS." It was a fucking demon clown. He was coming for ME. I thought about hiding behind a propped up mattress, but scurried to the doorless-closet instead. There was a small bit of wall to hide behind at least there. Back to the wall and out of sight, I waited in silence. My heart began to race faster and faster and faster until I couldn't take it anymore. I woke up; my heart still beating out of control.

This dream had a lot of detail but I edited some out for taste (disturbing) and I wasn't lucid anyway.

Weird how every time I dream of my old house now the house is broken in some way.

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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I am back at the house I used to live in, and like so manyof my recent dreams the house is in need of serious repair. Parts of the houseare missing or crumbling in decay. The neighbor’s house, like mine, needsrepair and is missing a whole room though it is expected be remodeled soon. I head over to their house and sit in theliving room to watch some TV with my kids and their family. For some reason I have a plastic bag filledwith sand that I’m taking care of. I have no idea why I would walk around witha bag of sand.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head out and I’m in the street watching the road forsomeone to arrive. Instead of who I’m expecting the neighbor’s wife shows upand starts coming on to me, trying to sit on my lap. Ultimately I push her offand head back to her house to retrieve my bag of sand.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside the scene changes and I’m watching TV in a differentroom than before. A black rap group shows up and I put on a song we used toplay a lot. Suddenly we are all singing along and having a great time. I’mthankful the rappers remember me and appreciate my enthusiasm for their music.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I withheld a few details of this dream because they were simply too graphic. Still, I will remember this dream well for a long time.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m driving with Jen along a road in south Austin, achain-link fence to my right. I look over and ask, “Shall we go home or toMisty’s house or to your parent’s house?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hone.” I nod agreement and head in that direction. Jen haschemo the following morning and I know she should get her rest. It’s been anactive week.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we approach home I think, “But the house is SO damaged.”Indeed the house is suffering from no maintenance and a room or two that arefalling apart. Inside the house isn’t too bad, for the most part, but I seem torecall the floor in my upstairs bedroom had caved in except along the edges ofthe room. The image in my mind is of a room with a gaping hole where the floorshould be and the contents spilling into the garage below.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We go in and I set Jen up watching a movie in theentertainment room, a large space downstairs where the dining room should be.The carpet seems to be missing from the room and it seems gloomy inside. I hangout in the hall right outside the room looking in. I can see the shape of a manin the room with her, perhaps a butler that I don’t recall us having. Heresolves into a man wearing a tux and holding a silver platter as I think abouthis appearance.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I realize I’mdreaming and direct my attention to themovie Jen is watching. The TV is showing a movie about some strange creaturesthat are man-made, genetic monsters that seem very angry at their existence andhave a desire to kill humans (a predictable plot) though their original purposewas benign. They were created to help unlock the secrets of the genetic code, a3-billion year-old mystery that could be resolved with these creatures andtheir special abilities. They seem to have a seeing-power that can look backthrough genetic history to the earliest ages of life on the planet. Most of thecreatures seem to be upset with humans and how they’ve been treated but a fewhave evolved and become more intelligent. These kinder monsters wear clothesand have even formed their own government to help them coexist with humans. It’san interesting movie.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Seeing as I’m alone I spend some time pleasuring myself, alucid act that is more fun in some ways in a dream. Occasionally I look up tomake certain no one is watching. This goes on for several minutes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After a time Jen needs something and I tell her I can get itfrom my room on the second floor. I head upstairs and walk into my old bedroomexpecting to see a gaping hole but instead I see the room is intact. The floorremains though it has settled in about six inches lower and in a square shapeas if it was by design. I presume the floor is unstable and I move along theedges of the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am approaching the side of the room where my old bed isand I start to slip into the gap. Knowing I only have a fraction of a secondbefore I fall in I leap to the opposite side, barely finding a purchase withenough of my body on the side to not cave in the floor.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Getting back up I make my way to the bed and continuepleasuring myself as before. It feels really good and I recognize this as oneof my dream signs. The act itself stabilizes the dream and I am able to go onenjoying it. I really want to orgasm, the intense sensations I’m experiencingalmost too good as I make good use of my hands. I am trying so hard to achievemy first really powerful dream orgasm but I’m just not close enough. I know it’sclose but I can’t seem to take myself over the edge, and I want to so bad. Ican imagine the feelings and I know how good it will be when I do but because Ikeep failing I wake up. In real life I’m incredibly aroused and I wish I couldhave completed the act.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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:3
(lol hand in garbage disposal)

DJ Log: June 13, 2012 – 5:00AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

(Note: I woke up around 3:00AM and decided to get up for a bit. I poured a tall glass of organic apple juice with a little elderberry concentrate added, and then I sat at the computer reading some posts on the DV forums. I read a thread titled I returned to bed around 4:00AM.)

I find myself standing in a small bathroom in an unfamiliar house. The walls have a dark floral wallpaper and the ceiling is covered with decorative square copper tiles. There is no toilet, but there is a tall urinal along the wall. The bathtub is an antique copper claw-foot tub. I look at the fancy copper trimmed mirror and I do not see my reflection. I immediately become lucid and jump into the mirror.

Once on the other side of the mirror, I am standing in an old musty root cellar. The walls are covered with sagging wooden shelves which are full of old dusty wine bottles. There is a single light bulb hanging by its wires in the middle of the ceiling. I walk over and pick up a bottle and I struggle for a second to read the label. I try to pull out the cork, then I reach in my pocket and pull out a cork remover. The wine smells like pungent cheese but it tastes like water. I take a second taste and the flavor slightly develops a sweet rose wine flavor which fades quickly.

Thinking that my lucidity is fading with the flavor, I look up at my surroundings and see that the root cellar has changed into a dungeon. There are rusty chains and shackles hanging on the walls and there are torches on posts sticking out of the floor. I walk over to the wall and feel one of the chains. The rust is gritty and the metal is very cold. There are thick sheets of cobwebs covering all of the walls. When I pull the chain away from the wall, another mirror is revealed. I see my reflection for a split second, then I decide not to get stuck in the mirror. I pull the chains away and take a step back, then jump into the mirror.

On the other side of the mirror, I find myself standing in a small dark bedroom. There is a small dim lamp on a table next to an open window. The curtains are hanging out of the window, blowing in the wind. The bed and dresser are antique Victorian style and there is scratchy music playing from an antique phonograph in the corner. The hardwood floor is dusty and creaks as I walk. I stop and look at a painting on the wall of an old farm scene when I hear someone cough. I look over to see that fOrceez is sitting on a chair next to the phonograph, reading a book. I take a couple of steps toward him and he lowers the book and looks at me over the top of his reading glasses, then he asks me, “How was your flight?” I reply, “It was quite fun, but I'm not done yet!” I quickly turn around and see that the mirror is still on the wall where I came through. I take several steps back and run into the mirror. The surface does not give way at all and I bounce off and fall on my ass. fOrceez laughs as I stand up, dust myself off, and glare at the mirror. I cannot see my reflection, rather just a dark gray TV static pattern. Deciding that I'll just find another mirror elsewhere, I jump out of the window and fall into the ocean.

(Note: For the first time that I can recall, falling did not wake me up or trigger a FA. I'm marking the last part as non-lucid because I think my lucidity was lost during the fall, but I'm fairly certain that I remained in the same dream.)

I hit the cold water and struggle for a moment to swim back to the surface. Once I regain a couple of breaths, I find that I am swimming in a very stormy ocean far from land. Just as I turn around to see if I am near anything, lightning strikes the water just in front of me. I suddenly wake up with the sound of the thunder still rumbling through my head.

DJ Log: April 14, 2012 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am walking toward an old stone house with a couple of friends. Some of them go up to the front door and walk in, but I walk into the wine cellar underneath the house. Inside, there are a couple of very small rooms with a table in the middle of each room. I hear someone snoring in the back, so I walk back a narrow hallway to see where they are at. The hallway goes along the wall, then it turns into a crawl space and leads to a few smaller rooms. I crawl in and find a naked guy sleeping on a table in one of the little rooms. He is laying on his back and his cock is fully erect. I give him a nudge and say, “wake up.” He wakes up and looks at me, then says, “I have to find my clothes. I'll be out in a bit.”

Suddenly, there is the sound of broken glass being swept around on the floor in the next room. I look through a hole in the wall and someone is sweeping the floor. A large cloud of dust starts to blow into the area, so I turn around and try to get out of there. I crawl back through the crawl space, but I turn the wrong way around the corner and get stuck between the corner and the wall. I struggle for a moment to free myself, but then I wake up.

After poor rest for a couple days and a major headache I managed to do a WBTB and have some great lucidity.

Plus, I continue to dream of celebrities. At least this time they were naked.


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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I find myself in my old house, the one I grew up in for nearlyall of my adolescence. The living roomis arranged differently, and it’s messier than I would like. I’ve apparentlyjust woken up from a nap or something and I’ve been sleeping on the floor, thepillow and bedmat beneath me testimony to this fact. I am grumpy, and some ofmy disgruntled feelings are directed at my son.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of my pillow is his backpack, and seeing as how heisn’t in the room I decide it’s time I check to see what he’s been taking toand from school. I pull the zipper down on the black bag and I am greeted withpapers, folders, and some trash that is not out of place at all among hisstuff. I’m not interested in any of this, and I dig deeper, reaching for whatlies at the bottom of the bag. Here I find some plastic toys, and I pull outpiece after piece of what appears to be a babies toy desighned for teething. Ican’t even fathom why he would be taking so many baby toys to school, brightlycolored and clearly intended for someone much younger than him. All I can do isshake my head in disbelief.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Beyond these pieces of toy I also find a blue plasticdrinking cup, and this literally makes me roll my eyes. I keep finding thesecups everywhere, and I just want it gone. With a flick of my right hand I shootthe cup into the air, intending for it to land a few feet from me, but the fanabove and the air conditioner carry it further towards the middle of the roomwhere it hits Jen on her side as she sleeps in the recliner. She stirs andturns her face towards me, sleepily asking, “What?!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up, or even for thecup to hit you. It was the fan.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed the fan above is spinning quite fast, though as I saythis I doubt myself, thinking maybe I did mean for it to hit her. I can seethat there’s no way, physically, that the wind from the combined fans couldever send the cup to hit her, especially from the angle with which itdescended. The only thing I can presume is that I did it on purpose.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Next time don’t throw it so hard!” She rolls over to goback to sleep, still covered by the red and green horse blanket.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I look at my hand to wonder how I could have made the cupfly so far, and this induces lucidity. I quickly count my fingers, noting thateverything appears normal. I know I don’tbecome aware of my hands often so I’m pleased to recognize the sign for what itwas. My right hand touches my left and I’m surprised to find my hand is solid,warm, and unyielding. What I see as I turn my hand around almost makes me startleout of the dream.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the palm of my left hand I have a sore, almost like adark blister, directly below my little finger. I use my right hand to squeezeit and it bursts like a large pimple, pus and blood squirting into my righthand. I’m disgusted but I don’t feel sick despite what I have done, and myfirst thought is to grab a tissue to clean up the mess. I know I’m dreaming yetI look around to make sure no one has seen me, feeling slightly embarrassed tohave a burst hand-pimple. A vague thought about a magician crosses my mind butI can’t seem to find anything to connect it to.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head to my bedroom, the one down the hall and on the left,just where it had been when I grew up. The bed and walls are primarily thesame, as are some of the belongings, but the shelves along the west wall arevery different. I had put shelves up once in real life but the shelves I’mseeing are sunk into my wall. Boxes line them from one end to the other, andspringy black coils stick out of a couple of them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It turns out that when I left my old job I took quite a fewof the binding supplies with me. Black binding coils of every size fill theshelves, though this causes me no great concern. What does surprise me is thatI have a box of the special order vinyl pockets we used for maps and largedrwaings, and it is full. These vinyl pockets were quite expensive, I remember,and I feel surprised I took them at all. Still, they are quite useful. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I flip through them, using my finger to page themone-by-one, someone behind me asks, “What will you do when you run out?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I could just ask Curt to get me afew. He still works there.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“How many would you get?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Not more than five at most.” I say this knowing I wouldn’twant him to get in trouble and that five seemed a reasonable number to walkaway with.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand up from my kneeling position and let my gaze passover the shelves towards the door to my room, slightly closed. Something lookswrong with it and at first I’m unsure if it’s crooked. As I stare I realize itis indeed slanted, and I walk up to it with greater curiosity. When I approach theproblem becomes clear. Someone has attached the hinges of the door directly tothe wall using drywall mounts that are starting to pull out of the wall. Themounts don’t look like the usual hooks that spread out on the inside of a wall,appearing instead like translucent plugs that merely push into a hole.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think to myself, “I can fix that. Not today, but somedaysoon.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk back into the living room and stand near the back ofthe recliner chair. I can see my bed-mat in the far corner, and my son is on mypillow with his head, his butt sticking up in the air.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Son, get off my pillow!” I don’t shout but the tone in myvoice suggests he should comply quickly. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my right and in front of me is a large TV, almost like asmall movie screen, and it is showing an old black and white movie starringBruce Willis and Michael Caine. Both men are detectives trying to find amurderer, and both men are naked. They hold a conversation in a room with apotted plant and a small upholstered bench, their penises dangling from side toside as if in perpetual motion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My scene shifts and I am co-host on a talk show, though Ifeel slightly underdressed in my tank-top and shorts. Still, none of theaudience seems to mind so I just go with it. Behind me is a platform with lotsof colored lights and what appears to be a game-show set, though I can’t figureout what the game is. It seems unimportant as I realize I’m standing next tothe special guest, Bruce Willis.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up at him and I become lucid again. I know I’mdreaming because there’s no way this could ever happen, especially not with methis close to him dressed so casually. What especially catches my eye is howhandsome he is, and I know he doesn’t look this good in real life. The man nextto me is tall, has good hair, is smiling charismatically, and looks great in hisblue jeans and white button-down shirt.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I hug him with strength and passion, smelling him as I feelhis body heat transfer to me through our clothes. He feels good, real good, andI sink down to his knees, still hugging his leg. I look up at him as I turnaround, my left hand coming up and stroking him right beneath the crotch withthe gentlest touch against the bulge in his pants. At this moment I so wantsomething to happen between us. He doesn’t flinch, and I take this as a sign ofhis acceptance towards future actions.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Remembering my role as a host I make the connection that Ineed to please my audience, and this makes me think of my friend Chris. I knowhe would want to see Bruce Willis in person, though I suspect I could never getthe two to meet directly even after my crotch-stroking experience. I decide Ican do the next best thing and I conjure two audience passes out of thin air. Imake sure they both have the correct wording on them and then I send them offinto the ether. Glancing into the audience I see he has arrived and is sittinga few rows behind the platform where I am still clinging to Bruce’s leg. Ismile and wave at him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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So, I managed to go back to sleep around noon today, long enough to have a decent dream.

The thing is, while I thoroughly enjoyed this dream and all its incredible detail, including the lucidity, this dream has some rather adult content.

Feel free to tell me if I should remove this dream.

And now the disclaimer:

THE FOLLOWING DREAM HAS BEEN RATED DV-MA. IT IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. IF THIS IS NOT YOU, PLEASE DO NOT CLICK ON THE SPOILER BELOW. IT CONTAINS STRONG ADULT CONTENT AND SITUATIONS.

[SPOILER="The Porn House"]

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself in my house but I immediately know somethingisn’t right. I am in my old home, the one I used to share with my mom, and thefeeling is quite disorienting. I know I haven’t lived in the house in manyyears, but here it is in every detail. The arrangement of furniture is a littledifferent, and I didn’t have internet access at the time, yet I have a fullcomputer and my current Droid cell phone. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]If the arrangement of furniture wasn’t strange enough, thepresence of my dad in the house certainly was. He has been living in Californiafor decades, and he never visited this house, but he is here and my mom is not.I feel really awkward seeing him sit in one of the recliner chairs a few feetfrom the fire place, his feet up as though everything was normal.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To top things off on this cake of chaos, I am surfing lotsand lots of porn on the computer. Window after window is open to all kinds oferotic images, and I find it hard to absorb all of what I am seeing. It’sinteresting to me but it doesn’t fit in with my normal web surfing habits. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I continue surfing my porn I happen to see out thewindow; the computer is set upon a shelf that allows a user to face the front yard.Outside the view is different than expected. The neighborhood is that of thehouse I grew up in as a child, and while this is unsettling, it’s still notquite as odd as the porn I’m viewing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Looking out, I spot Jen’s arrival home. She is accompaniedby several friends, and I hastily minimize the computer window and beginlooking at my phone, not wanting her to see what’s displayed on the screen. I’m expecting her to walk into the house butinstead she and her friends spend some time conversing outside the front door. Iwait a moment and then return to the computer for a bit more time surfing adultcontent.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After what feels like ten minutes in the dream I hear thegarage door starting to rumble open, and I frantically scramble to minimize thecomputer windows again. I step away and then debate the wisdom of leaving themopen at all, and I turn back with the intention of shutting down InternetExplorer. I can’t quite recall if I actually opened the windows back up, but Iknow I didn’t feel entirely good about how I left them. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]As Jen walked in I walked away from the computer and towardsa hall bathroom that never existed in the living room in real life. I ask herthe usual questions about her day and how she is, though I also recognize thatshe hasn’t worked in years and it’s odd that she is now. Still, nothing aboutthis dream is normal so I’m becoming accustomed to all the strange events andsights. I do get a bit upset when I askher where our son is and who is watching him and she merely tells me that he is“okay.” [/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He’s okay? Who the hell is he with, I wonder? Perhaps hermom? I’m a little put-off by her nonchalant attitude regarding our son’ssupervision. Some part of me tells me he is a baby, and this just adds to myconfusion. I seem to be living in a flashback mixed with current technology andI can’t seem to get away from it. This is when I ultimately realize I’mdreaming, and I immediately become calmer and more accepting of mysurroundings. My real life is far more structured than this and the events aretoo surreal to be anything but a dream. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding finally that all is well I wander back over towardsthe bathroom and continue surfing porn on my phone. Apparently the theme of mydream is sex, and I’m so preoccupied with my viewing that I don’t notice whatis going on in the living room just out of sight. I reach a stopping point andlook back around the corner only to find the computer is now on this side ofthe room and Jen is looking at the pages of porn I had been viewing. Crap.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I come up behind her and inside I’m freaking out, knowingshe won’t like what she sees. I think I said something like, “At least our kidsaren’t around.” I know this won’t go over well, and I’m proven right when shegets up, grabs her purse, and tells me she’s leaving. She starts walkingthrough the living room, and this is when I notice a couple people are sittingin the dark lounging in the recliner chairs and on the sofa. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I watch Jen leave, a last view of her through the partedcurtains. I turn back around and ask the room, “Who are you people, and whatare you doing here?” I can’t even figure out how so many people got in theroom, though I suspect they came in earlier before Jen left and that maybe theyare friends of my son. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Everyone is naked and just lounging around as though it wastheir house. All the people appear to be around the age of twenty, and I feellike we are all in the same age group. I’ve become male, and naked, and this establishes further that I am dreaming. I’m standing in the middleof all these people and as I approach close to one of the guys he opens hismouth and leans forward, as if he is about to suck me off. I’m definitelytempted by his advance.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Instead of engaging in anything with the guy I walk overtowards a young woman with dark hair sitting on my bed. My bedroom has becomepart of the living room, and the woman is wagging her finger at me, urging meto come over to her. She is dressed in a white, cottony skirt, and a dark top,and she is plenty eager to be with me, so much so that she leans back and putsher legs in the air. I already know what’s going to happen next so her behavioris not surprising.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I kneel down between her legs and begin licking her pussy,feeling quite aroused and excited at the chance to have sex. It has been a longtime since I have been with a woman in this manner, and I demonstrate this withmy eagerness as I bury my face in her. Behind me the naked people start gettingup, realizing that I have settled on being with this woman instead of them, andthey are no longer needed. They walk quietly out of the house, right out thefront door, still naked as though that was how they arrived, discarded justlike the porn on the computer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand up and the woman rolls over, exposing her backsideto me. I have a nice clear shot of her asshole, and I bring my penis up to her.She’s tight, and penetrating her isn’t perfectly easy, but I manage it and shefeels good pushing back against me. I’m having the best dream and this is whenmy feet start to slip on the carpet, almost costing me my lucidity. I have to scrambleto maintain my position, but I recover quickly and continue having sex withher. Her body is warm and soft, and despite not knowing her at all I amthoroughly enjoying myself, and plans for later start forming in my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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2012-02-28
We arrive in Tibet (which I know next to nothing about, and the stuff my mind came up with ranges from wildly inaccurate to patently absurd). It is still like the world was in the time of Jesus. Everyone is very poor. I talk to one of the monks in the orange robes. I want to ask him about lucid dreaming, but there are other things to talk about first, and I let him steer the conversation. He talks about how their language, French, used to be the most widely used language, and now they are side-lined as English has taken its palce. I tell him I know I am simply lucky that my language is the widely used one. He tells me I have many years to learn other languages. I tell him about how I am trying to learn German.

There are all these quarters on the ground. I pick one up, but I get the feeling that I wasn't supposed to, so I put it back down later. Then I pick up another one later. I see the monks periodically placing them on the ground. Er... oops. I really was not supposed to do that. I try to sneakily place the quarter back on the ground, but the monk I've been talking to catches me. He yells at me, saying that picking up the quarters is very wrong, causing a curse that can hurt or kill people. He made that mistake when he was younger, and people died. I'm really sorry. I didn't know. I won't do it again.

We walk. Pretty much all of the people here besides the monks are old, poor, French-speaking women, and all the monks are men. I don't see any children, although I think there are a couple other tourists, like me. The monks provide the old women with aid and advice, where they can. The monk follows me into a room, probably on a boat. I am looking at a barbecue pork recipe on the wall, while eating a piece of barbecue chicken with my hands. He asks me what it is, and I tell him.

Outside again, the monk kisses me on the forehead. This feels very weird, and I am not comfortable with this at all.

In the night, we are woken by a loud noise. We get up to go check it out. It was just a loud machine, though. The monk talks to one of the women in French. I get separated from him somewhere along the way. I'm using my cell phone for light, where there are not other lights. I'm in the living room of my old house now. I see my mom. She jumps onto the fireplace, climbing up the brick in a way that seems creepily inhuman. On the mantelpiece above the fireplace, there are two statues. There are supposed to be four. My 'mom' takes one of the remaining statues, leering at me. She is not supposed to do that. The monks will be mad. That's much worse than when I picked up the quarters, and she is doing it on purpose! I throw my phone at her.

I wake up. It's 4:15 am. At first I just jot down some notes, but that dream was so cool/weird that I decide to write it all out in the middle of the night instead of waiting for the morning.

There's a large well. I am Ian, and the Doctor and possibly Barabara are here, too (from Doctor Who). I dropped the ring down the well, but I need to get it back. There is some sort of sprite/spirit in the well, controlling the water. First the water level goes down, then it goes back up. I dive into the water to retrieve the ring and am sucked down into a hole at the bottom of the well.

I'm travelling with a partner. We're in a shop. I buy a floppy hat. We leave the shop, which is just one small part of a bigger place. For some reason, we're signing up to fight in a gladiatorial event. The line for it is very long and slow. This place has the atmosphere of a casino. It's confusing when I finally get to the front of the line. There's a teller open, but I'm not sure I can use that one. There are signs, but somehow that just confuses me even more. Are fighters supposed to only sign up at the particular teller? I end up using the same one my friend did, after he is done. The person there thinks I am someone she knows, named Rita. I play along. Half my information (address, name, etc.) is fake anyways. I probably wouldn't get through this with a teller who didn't 'know' me. I'm nervous about being discovered, though, but eventually I am done signing up, and I get my 'lotto' tickets that I can use if I survive.

It's night. The fight will be tomorrow. The guy who runs this place is evil. I find stairs going up, but when I get to the top, there is nothing there. I guess it will lead somewhere once they're finished setting up. I go back down.

I put on the floppy hat I bought earlier. It takes me a while to get all the plastic tag bits off of it. I'm with the other gladiators. I encourage them to rebel. When the staff comes along, I attack them (oddly, just this one scene is in third person). I get completely piled on, but when the others start fighting, too, I get a chance to escape.

I walk through the fire escape door, deliberately and without hesitation, even though I know I will probably be caught quickly, since these things are well guarded. The fire alarm goes off, and I step out into a corridor. The guard outside the door seems to know me. He asks how some plot I'm supposed to know about is going. I don't know what to say, but I'm not worried about that right now. I'm looking for a door that actually leads outside. I find an office, instead. I turn around and try going the other way. I find the door that actually leads outside and I start walking along the street, eager to get away. The guard is following me like some sort of puppy, complaining about how tired he is because he didn't get any sleep last night. I tell him he wouldn't have gotten any rest if he had stayed on guard duty anyway.

2/9/2012
I'm playing dance dance revolution, and I'm trying to get people to play with me, possibly in competition. The competition somehow shifts to actual fighting, One Piece style. More than one of the Shichibukai are involved (they aren't the same ones as in One Piece though). I'm trying to survive, although I'm not that strong a fighter. At one point I fight a cockatrice with a sword. The cockatrice is 1.5 times as tall as me, and about as wide as it is tall. Even though I avoid looking at its eyes, it manages to stun me with its gaze attack. I don't turn to stone, though. Eventually I shake it off. The Shichibukai watching me makes snarky comments because I didn't completely avoid the gaze attack. I vaguely remember something about him switching sides in a flashback because he was paid with a large emerald, and that was more than the previous guy was paying him. Also, there's some sort of royal/powerful person involved in all this, possibly a vampire.

I'm in my room at my old house, and somehow I figure out I'm dreaming. It seems so real, though. I try putting my hand through the door, but it's solid. I open the door. It leads directly to my mom's room, instead of the hall. Ok, definitely dreaming. I remember the other dream I had where I was at my old house, and I had a very difficult time manipulating the dream (I was trying the trick of opening a door and having it lead to whatever place I want to go, and it just would not work), so I decide to leave this place.

I go out through the garage (there is some sort of church service in here?) and into the backyard. I keep noticing how real this dream seems (though, as I'm actually writing this, I'm just remembering thinking this, and I've forgotten all the little details that made it seem so real). I'm on the porch in the backyard, but I'm barefoot. I need shoes. I tell myself there will be shoes behind me. I turn around. Nothing. Well of course not, I would never leave my shoes on the porch. I go inside and fetch my shoes and quickly put them on. Now I can venture past the porch. The gap between the two parallel fences on the left is much larger than in real life. A white and brown dog-thing standing on its hind legs that is 1.5 times as tall as a man comes at me through the gap in the fence, barking. Instead of getting scared, I decide to get aggressive and take a swing at it. What happened next is a bit fuzzy, but the dog thing is gone. I wish I could have a sword--I'd feel a lot safer--but I don't seem to be able to make one appear here (I think slightly later on, I manage to make a sword appear, but it is there and not there at the same time, or maybe I am just imagining holding a sword. The details are fuzzy). I head out the gate.

I'm walking along the streets outside my old house, now. I need to get away from this place. As I'm walking, suddenly the street before me collapses as lava comes up through the ground. Ah, the old running-from-lava dream. I turn and run. The lava is right behind me. Like a true protagonist, I keep jumping ahead at exactly the last instant before the ground I was standing on collapses into the lava, even though I'm running as fast as I can. At one intersection (corridor?), I know I should go right (I don't know how I know), and I go left instead. It's a dead end. I backtrack as fast as I can. I run and run.

Somewhere in all that running, I forget that it's a dream. I run into a weird ghetto place. There are buildings made of chain link fence, even the roof. I'm running on top of one.

I stop at some point. A lady wants me to try a soup or discuss recipes or something. I say I always use a particular thing for soup. She has it, on the shelves, among the labeled bottles mixed in with books. She prefers a mix of all the things. I know these things had names in the dream, but I can't remember them.

Afterwards, I'm trying to use a public restroom, but there's too many people and no privacy. There's two toilets and one sink in the open in this room, and one toilet and sink in the adjacent room, but the door is broken and won't stay closed. A person in there asks if I'll hold the door closed for her, if she'll do the same for me. I heartily agree and comply. I'm holding the door shut, with my back to it. I smell something odd. What is she doing in there, smoking? Another person is smoking in the main restroom area. I hate this place.

12/9/2011
I'm at my old house. I get into a secret room in this Atlantis video game. I'm trying to tell M about it. A guy is over here, and a van full of his friends arrives. I'm in my bedroom with him and a couple that came in the van. He makes fun of the bedspread with hearts and asks me how old I am. I tell him. I feel embarrassed.

I'm in the backyard, now. A guy approaches me. He looks at me funny. I think he's drunk. I back away. He barfs on me. I scream. It gets everywhere, even in my mouth. Disgusting. I need to be clean.

I find a package in my room and open it, thinking it must be a present for me. It's Magic: the Gathering cards. I got a present for someone else?

I am some back yard of a big house with a uphill drive way to the main road. It must be winter time as there are patches of wet snow around and the ground and especially the drive way is all muddy and messy. I am standing next to some garages and right next second I am on the top watching a guy with a strangely familiar face doing some magic trick. He has few bronze cylinders like bowls... and with a magic stick he makes them jump, flip several times and land one on top of another about a meter away from him. I look at it and think that it is not that much of magic, rather a well trained skill. Then I notice a string running from his chest to the hand in which he holds the cylinders. I think to myself that he must be using it to flip them like that. Then I am sitting in a car, with a girl and I am trying to go up the muddy drive way. It gets stuck. There is another big, range rover like car passing by and driving easily through the snow, on the grass, towards the left of the drive way. I try to go in its trails, but i get stuck again. The girl gets out of the car and says that she is going to get a bus. I run to the bus stop to do the same.

Next I am in the bus and there is some black woman, going to the drive to buy a ticket... I notice 2 ticket collectors sitting in the bus so I rush to the driver to buy ticket too. Its pretty expensive some £3 and I am going only 2 stops or so.

Now, I am walking with Derren Brown on a pavement next to a long turn. We come to a big old house. He said that his lives there with his grandmother. Then I am with him in a small room with a bed window to a garden. Derren is sitting on the floor and he is doing something, like sorting out some old thinks or so. I go towards the winding and I run my fingers through my hair. Suddenly I realise that my hair is long. I run my fingers through several more times... and thinking how long has it been since I had a haircut. Then it strikes me!! I am dreaming!!!! I turn to Derren and all excited telling him... "I am dreaming, this is a dream!!!". Derren says something that it is not etc. I tell him, well would I be able to do this?? And I spread my arms, and under my palms and feet sparks and light comes out... and I start rising towards the ceiling. Derren is just looking at me. I am going through the ceiling and I am loosing Derren from my sight. I put my hands back together and fall down... landing easily. I start rubbing my hands ( I am surprised that I remembered that)... and it all becomes clear again. But Derren is not there any more. There is my friends sister on the bed and she is naked. We start messing around... and having sex... she is pretty young. On top of the bed there are two metal balls as some kind of decoration.... I am thinking that I could change one of the to a flacon lubricant or oil... so I think I want it to be a pink substance of that kind... I think to myself... It is my dream, I can do it... and it changes very quickly.... I can see some bubbles in it, its bring pink and clear jelly like substance.... with a little pump on the top.. so I use some....

Then I hear door downstairs. I think that its her father. So I quickly get up, put my trousers on and come to window. I jump out of the window, making a few spins in the air, landing in the garden. As soon as I land and turn around, the father is in the window looking at me. I look at him, waiting what is going to happen. He turns very friendly, saying hi, why don't I come for a chat some day, that it would be good to see me. Its George's dad.

Then I wake up.......

Just a few fragments- there was a dream that had something to do with a laptop I had left at my house (don't live there anymore) that looked like a giant n3DS (cyan-colored), and felt really light (practically weightless, like it was hollow inside). I had left it at the house, hidden and constantly turned on so I could sync. my current laptop to it to monitor the house (it had a camera and microphone). I was also using it for extra storage or something for my laptop. Other than that, I can't remember anything.
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Second dream with something Nintendo DS related... possible Dream Sign? (lol... DS=Dream Sign)
Also, it had to do with my old home again too. So there's another.

Another quick summary.

It was Anthony's birthday. He has had so many birthdays in my dreams that he'd be in his early thirties by now. Anyway, for some reason, my mom bought me gifts even though it was Anthony's birthday. I think Vinny came up to me at Anthony's party, where a bunch of people from my school were, and he told me about that my gift cost a lot. Other people didn't want him there because he wasn't invited, but I told them, "It's alright, he just needs to tell me something." I got two teddy bears that I wanted because they reminded me my childhood. Vinny told me that they cost around $200 each (I think it was actually $186 or something). I went to my mom and told her that she was crazy to spend that much on a teddy bear. I felt really bad because I felt responsible for making her spend so much money. I explained to her that they only made me nostalgic, and I didn't really need them. I also felt bad because she spent around $400 on something that would just sit around. Anyway, back at the party, Anthony's mom had to show me my room. Apparently I was staying there for a while.

I was at my house, which was a combination of my old house, and a dream house I've never seen before. It was VERY haunted. I didn't want to go anywhere in this house alone because I was afraid. There were a lot of stairs in this house, as if the house would be 5 or 6 stories tall, with most of them being underground. I started out in the 3rd story or something, and I was running through the house, trying to get to the living room where everyone was. I finally made it to my kitchen, where I could see the key hook with my keys on them. This part of the house was haunted too, but a little less. I ran through the kitchen, to another set of stairs and ran up them to find a small room where Ashley and Matt were sitting on the couch, and my Grandmom was on the internet. My mom was outside of the room, and I told her I needed to go to Anthony's. She said I should take my key, but I asked her if I could just go without it, because I didn't want to go back through the haunted house. I was also without my shoes, and I didn't know where they were, and I wasn't about to go looking for them. I was getting frustrated because my mom wouldn't give in, and every second I was in the house felt life threatening because of the haunting. I took out my phone (which was an i-phone) and attempted to make a text message. I couldn't make a sentence, or a complete word for that matter. Upon waking, I realised that this was because full, written sentence and dreams don't mix, but while in the dream, I attributed this to the ghost. I was getting frustrated because I just wanted to leave. Suddenly I was in a different part of the house, and I felt a sense of dread (sleep paralysis) and I thought to myself, "This is the same way I feel in dreams." I hate my brain.