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    1. Olympic Practice and Angelic Escape

      by , 11-29-2017 at 09:10 AM
      Morning of November 29, 2017. Wednesday.

      In the first segment of a two-part dream, I am indulging in a lot of very realistic physical activities, doing a number of different exercises including jumping jacks. Unknown people are present, but not in the room that I mostly exercise in. I wave my arms about in different positions as well as perform boxing motions. I feel very strong and energized. I do not become tired at all, despite the intensity of my movements. Additionally, this dream has an atypical sense of physical momentum for a non-lucid dream. Supposedly, I will be able to go into the Olympics, which in my dream, is only a few days away. I say that I will participate in the javelin throw, as it seems any participant can choose what they want to do, but then I consider that the javelin throw might not actually be a part of the Olympics. Still, no one else says anything.

      From here, I am apparently a time-traveling angel. I am in the backyard of the Loomis Street house, yet without a clear memory of my relatives having ever lived here. Instead, Jonathan LaPaglia (the actor from “Seven Days”, the television series about time travel) lives here. However, he is an ordinary person here, with no association with either his status as an actor (as his real identity) or any of the roles he had played.

      The situation relates to him having been offered to place some of his extra junk across the alley where the neighbors put out their garbage. Both piles include some damaged plastic children’s toys (of the type we discarded in real life recently). Curiously, our real life neighbor to the south, on the other side of our fence, is present as living just north of the Loomis Street house. It is extremely puzzling how this individual is one of the only factors of my current conscious self identity present in this dream, more so, how he is present in an American setting that I have not been in since February 1994, yet I do not question any of this fictitious rendering and scenario.

      I had also been reading a paperback book in this setting. It relates to Jonathan and a girl of whom he had been in a relationship with for a long time but had never married or lived with. Her name is Callie. The only association I can think of is Callie Torres from “Grey’s Anatomy”, though I have not watched the show on any regular basis. Very curiously, Sara Ramirez, the actress who plays her, was born on August 31 and so was Jonathan LaPaglia. According to what I read in the book, he has missed out on having a life with her in the future. At one point, he eventually seems to understand that I am “from the future” and only seems to find the situation somewhat amusing, but with no doubts about it.

      As an angel, I can “fix” this. He is to go to a public area where she is informally with another male who is a body builder. (I think the event they go to relates to boxing or bodybuilding.) However, he misses this opportunity but he can still go to where she lives to talk to her. We walk westerly (seemingly through a fictional version of Sill Street and near Kane Street) to an unusual house that has two apartments next to each other, though inside the main entrance of the house. Callie is never seen.

      In the last scene, two unfamiliar people at the address, male and female (though not implied to be living there, as another unfamiliar female lives in the left-side apartment while Callie apparently lives on the right), ask me who I am. “I’m a person,” I say, so as not to imply I am “really” an angel.

      Soon, they pull me to the ground, though without violence. Presumably, they seem happy in having restrained an angel as if they perhaps think I will grant them wishes. I am under them both. In a short time though, I teleport and watch them drop to the ground. I am then standing on an elevated area watching their surprised reaction with amusement.

      Many of my dreams have revealed unusual but very impersonal patterns and layers that cannot be explained, yet which serve no real known purpose and which are not otherwise prescient (as many of my other dreams are) to my knowledge. The matching birth dates regarding dream characters (including with me in some cases) or other matching dates has occurred many times before, and yet it seems to serve no real purpose other than as evidence of a “higher power” being at work in some dream states. (As the so-called subconscious has no thinking or reasoning skills or any kind of intelligence or viable memory, the typical nonsensical “my subconscious” rubbish that the majority goes on and on about cannot explain such things at all.)

      Those facets that relate to real life here are minimal. Jonathan LaPaglia reminds me vaguely of our landlord (though of whom we have only seen every now and then the entire time we have lived here), who said we could use the bins at a nearby address for additional stuff that was destroyed in the storm, so that is where that part originated from. The rest has no real connection to my current conscious self identity. My being an angel or a demigod has occurred in a number of dreams since childhood.

    2. Brothers Spare Dick (4.9.14)

      by , 09-04-2014 at 02:20 PM (CHiLLEN's Dream Journal)

      I'm outside in a neighbour hood street with my Brother and a few mates (Daz and Josh?). I think we stayed overnight, sleeping in an old car. The car looked like it was from the 80's or 90's, maybe an EL?
      We made a camp fire near the back of the car. Someone said it was a stupid idea. I'm assuming it's due to the car could possibly catch fire. I begin to throw something over the campfire. I think it may have been petrol.
      I'm holding a piece of plastic in my hand and I hold it need the flame but if doesn't light for me straight away, but eventually it catches fire. I thought this was odd.
      I walk off to gather some firewood in the neighbourhood. I can see a lot of logs in people's front yard but I assume that they're either too heavy or embedded in the ground. I come across some sticks and begin collecting them.
      I make my way back to where the car is and there's a man being aggressive towards us all. I'm unsure why this man is trying to fight us. My friends are fighting him and I coward out and don't help my friends. I keep my distance from the fighting.

      I'm now at a house party in the same neighbourhood. The inside of the house is very tight. It consists of a hall way with multiply rooms to the side of it.
      I'm at the front room of the house and I can see Carissa Barrete. Her job is being Britney Spears. I also see her Mother who is also talking to me. I think one of them find me attractive and fancy me quite a bit.
      I make my way into another room where I see people. I'm trying to find something that belongs to me. Clothes? Someone in the room points out where my clothes are that I've been searching for.
      Now I'm in another room, where I can see a screen. It's showing the medalists of the Olympic Games. Notable one is an MMA fighter Marina Shaffer. At the bottom of the screen it shows how much money they make for winning the medal, some higher amounts then others. I have won 2 olympic medals and hope that I get to see myself on the screen, so others are impressed with my success. I hope that maybe someone has recorded the telecast so I can watch over it.

      I see my brother through the window next to a car. The car looks a little beat up and not looked after the best. Brother seems to be working on it. I notice that my Dad and a few others are near the car also.
      The car bonnet is being held up by a dick. My brother must have two dicks and is using his spare one on his car. I look back at the dick again and notice that it's tripled in thickness. It's the size of a brick.

      Dream Fragments

      1. I'm sitting at a table with Daryl. I see that he's smoking. I'm a bit surprised by it, cause he's recently giving up smoking. I ask him if he wants the deck of smokes that he told me to hide from him, but he would only use for mixing with weed. He says ok, sure.

      2. Dad calls me dumb or uneducated. I agree with him on the basis of mathematics due to my arachnoid cyst troubling me, but insist that I did well when I was younger and symptom free. I tell him that I could do my 1-12 times table no problems. Josh tells me to do them, so I attempt my 4 times tables. I start off decent but start going on reverse as I get higher.
    3. Late To Class (14.9.13)

      by , 09-16-2013 at 12:47 AM (CHiLLEN's Dream Journal)
      I was at my primary school, standing next to a fence naked . I asked a few people that walked passed if they would climb the steel wire fence with just their hands and nothing else. I told them if we did it, we may get the Olympics in Australia. One of the guys I told was someone I knew, Matt H.
      this is all wrong!!!!!-steel-wire-fence.jpg
      Steel wire fence.

      I skipped part of my next class. I was wandering around the school for a bit, then decided to head back to class. I was trying to think of what I would say to the teacher on why I was late. I saw a kid in the distance getting medical attention, he must have hurt himself pretty good. He was getting taken away by the paramedics were helping him leave the school.

      Someone came up to me, while I was still outside the class room. I think it was Brent's friend Brad. I said to him, I think this is our class room. It was strange, I knew it was our class but I didn't at the same time.

      We walked into class, and I think it was my year 3 - 4 teacher. She reminded me of PINK the singer, a little bit in this dream. She said that I reached the injured kid after it had happened, meaning that I was just a onlooker, and should have came to class on time. I was looking for a seat to sit down on. I moved a chair to the front of a DC and was going to sit down, but it would have been both of us facing each other which would be silly as I would have had my back to the teacher. I again, moved the chair to another spot, this time next to the DC. I sat down.
      this is all wrong!!!!!-pink-singer.jpg

      The teacher was writing stuff down on the chalkboard. She was thinking of a name to write down, as an example. I thought to myself and wrote down Tommy (can't think of last name). I was struggling to spell properly and my hand writing was pretty messy. The teacher had written the exact name as I did.. I was amazed that she thought of the exact thing as me. I looked over to the DC and was going to tell him what had just happened but I remember scribbling out the name on my paper as it was incorrect spelling and messy, so I didn't mention it. I think the DC was an old friend Devon L

      There was a lot of stuff written on the board. She was writing a lot of Eminem (the rapper) on the board, I think she was a big fan of him. I said silently to someone near me, that Eminem once said ''something something nigger'', which I thought was funny. A few people laughed, but I think I offended some girls across the room. They had darker skinned boyfriends.
      this is all wrong!!!!!-eminem.jpg
    4. Criminal brothers try to save reputation of Olympics sister

      by , 05-04-2013 at 02:42 AM
      Had this dream around 3am this morning. It was long and complicated.

      There were these brothers, I think three of them, and they were criminals. And their sister who was an Olympics athlete of sort was being unfairly discredited from winning with false accusations of cheating, and they were using their criminal abilities to try to save the reputation of their sister. And the dream kept switching back and forth between different scenes where the different brothers were, but I had some sense of a cohesive though convoluted plot (but that sense may have been wrong). One of the brothers was at a doctor's office out of some reason throughout the dream. The other two were elsewhere dressed in masks trying to break in somewhere. I think they needed to steal evidence that she was framed and had won based on her own abilities.

      In one scene I was somewhere up high with one of the two brothers. While for most of the dream I was watching it like a movie, but in this part I was involved. So I was up high with one of the brothers, and he was going to fall, and I helped him fall more gracefully. He still got hurt very badly and could not call for help himself, so I called for help for him. While his ribs were being mended they discovered why he was there (breaking in to steal the evidence).

      Meanwhile the brother at the doctor's office was telling the female doctor about it, and he had a nosy audience of a small group of people listening.

      That's all I can remember. None of the character's were known to me, nor does the plot ring any bells in my mind: it does not remind me of anything that happened nor any movie or book. Just a really weird dream.
    5. rome olympics plane crash

      by , 11-27-2012 at 01:13 PM
      i am in this posh hotel with loads of old mates. we are high up above a city which seems to be rome. there is about to be some ceremony which feels like the closing ceremony of the olympics. we have an amazing view of the city as the hotel seems to fly by the lights as evening descends. i even remark to someone that the only time i have seen such amazing views is in dreams yet don't become lucid. i spend ages trying to get a beer as the ceremony starts. as it does we all gather round the window at this fantastic overlooking view. suddenly it becomes really close and we are right in front of the performers who are dancing and singing operas in english for some reason. i am trying to record it on a shitty camera phone.

      then it changes to a plane. we struggle to climb a hill in front of us and have to perform an emergeny landing. there is a long mat laid down for the plane but it is soaking wet so we just slide along it at an incredible pace for miles. eventually we are sliding along next to this cliff, and there is a huge corner coming up that it seems we have no chance of turning round which would slam us into the cliff. this all reminds me of the coach crach dreams i've had but still no lucid. we hit the rocks but for some reason nothing really happens and we are all fine. we are all down the front of the plane and i mkae a joke about the lack of panic sex. i then go through the plane to the back and someone else in an empty section says something about having sex with her boyfriend as we were sliding along towards the rocks.
    6. What a soft handshake

      by , 10-31-2012 at 07:49 PM (Tales from the sun chaser.)
      So I'm at some olympic event, next to a C130...guarding it. I'm hearing reports about some attack and the way the other units I was with just arrived. They said they had to build an entire well structure before they could start heading our way. Anyways....big wigs roll by, and I try to ignore them. One is Rondal Regan. I shook his hand, and it almost crumpled. I told him I wasn't expecting such a soft handshake from him. I addresssed him as "Mr. President" too. We started talking about death. We were both ready to die in this mission.
    7. Evil Social Studies Teacher

      by , 08-28-2012 at 01:30 AM
      8/7 I was in a group of like 20 people and John was one of them. We were outside. mr. velte (American Studies teacher) had a gun pointed at us and we were laying on our backs trying to scoot away. He told everyone to take their guns out and drop them. Many people did, but I felt my pockets and I didn't have one. I then realize that I did have a gun so I told him so that I wouldn't get shot. He was really angry and then we were tied to bulls and were being dragged across the ground. I was then suddenly in my basement with Jared, Becca, and Charles and we were looking for our guns. There was a maid so we asked her but she thought we were tallking about toy guns so we found toy guns and started playing with them. Mr. Abbinati (my gym teacher) then was there talking about the Olympics.
    8. Olympics + Wrestling

      by , 08-24-2012 at 04:23 AM
      Woke up on 8/16/12

      1) I was running down a sidewalk saying how Caesar’s pizza wasn’t that bad and it was only $5 for a large. I ate a piece and by the time I was done I was at the entrance of an Olympic stadium but it looked dark around the edges and bright only on the stadium. I saw my friend Aaron Wang and someone handed me a clear box that had four California rolls in it which rested on what I think was lettuce. The box was a normal size and I wondered why a box this size was needed for only four pieces of a California roll. I remember thinking of eating them and a piece of pizza that Aaron was offering to me but then saying that I shouldn’t because I was about to wrestle and I had already eaten one. I remember feeling very thirsty.

      2) The next thing I remember I’m inside the actual stadium in the top right corner and I’m doing a synchronized movement thing with countless other people in a rectangle for the US though I don’t feel at all surprised by the fact that I’m in the Olympic stadium. The judge was Chinese and was unimpressed, but not annoyed. I remember them giving a command that meant “Be a kid” or something and I didn’t know which action that meant so I did something weird. When I saw everyone in the stadium sit down criss-cross I did as well (I assume this is because we are told to sit like this when we are kids). I saw my friend Huy from Tae Kwon Do sitting next to me smiling. Next, the group was told to do something that meant to sew. I began to pretend to sew with the others and they told us to do something specific while sewing but I didn’t understand. The dream changed perspective and I saw the judge. He was explaining how us Americans were bad at synchronization so they even needed a commercial break. The dream then turned into a commercial and the Chinese judge was shown in a picture. The picture was actually of a famous Asian man, but I can’t remember his name. The name of the judge was shown beneath the picture and he was again commenting on our performance. When the commercial was over I started to sew in a very specific way like we were told to. Lastly, I remembered thinking that the reason the Chinese were so good is because they learned to do so many things early in their lives that in the synchronization event we were doing they could easily do the commands called out.

      3) I was in the stands of the same Olympic stadium and the board said Japan and the US were about to wrestle but against other countries and the style was Greco-Roman. I didn’t want to miss it and after I saw the matches I went home to get something because for some reason my home was close-by.

      4) I was sitting in the stands of a school at a normal wrestling dual meet and there were three bleachers along three mats. I was in the very left. I took out a camcorder and started filming all the way to the right mat when my coach, Coach Robinson, interrupted and said something that was meant to stop. I went back to the far left bleachers and filmed someone in yellow who was running back and forth along the back of the mat and I concluded that he was sprinting and that someone I saw running earlier, who looked and dressed like someone I know named Elliot, had probably been doing the same.

      Updated 08-26-2012 at 04:43 AM by 57415

    9. Lucid Chains, Lions, and Evasive Olympic Dreams

      by , 08-21-2012 at 03:04 PM
      Tonight was my first chained lucid dream (achieved via DEILD.) The first lucid segment was induced via SSILD. I chained from this one into my second with DEILD. This was a very cool experience but it came with a price: I lost almost all memory of how I became lucid in the first dream!

      Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

      Lucid #11: Lucid Chains, Lions, and Evasive Olympic Dreams

      I'm standing in the vast courtyard of a Shinto-style shrine. There are signs to guide me but they're all written in Japanese. It's early morning and the sun is just beginning to rise. Dream characters mill about peacefully in the courtyard.

      I walk by a dream character that I recognize as DK, a very old friend that I grew apart from in childhood. I had not thought of him in a long while. We shake hands and exchange pleasantries, reminiscing about the past (especially the "Quest for Glory" game series.) However, when I ask DK what he's doing with his life and what sort of career path he took, he will no longer answer me. He looks guarded and embarrassed.

      We walk to the edge of the courtyard and find a waterfall. Next to this is an enormous rollercoaster here that goes along a track which is somehow made entirely of water. I leave DK behind and grab on to the roller coaster. It immediately starts rocketing along the track, spraying water on me and rushing alongside the temple wall. I realize that the roller coaster car has no seat but only tiny handholds that I must cling to for dear life. Feeling completely exposed and unsafe, I jump off, falling about 30 feet to the ground.

      A nearby sign is in Japanese but has a tiny bit of English text warning me (in big red letters) that this is a "Nature Preserve". A few feet away from the sign, a dangerous-looking lion has his eyes locked on me. I try to remember what you are supposed to do when you're close to a lion. I have no idea, so decide to try backing slowly away. This isn't good enough and the lion charges at me, knocking me to the ground. The jolt is enormous but I'm seemingly unhurt. I choose "flight" over "fight" and run back toward the temple wall, the lion charging after me. He bashes me again just as I'm running through a door into a poorly-lit room with a single table in the middle of it.

      I wake up but don't open my eyes. I decide to try to chain back into another lucid dream via DEILD. I think about that little room for a while and seconds later, I am lucid again. The room's better lit now but otherwise the same. I decide that I'm going to try for the Olympics again. There are four exits from the room and I command the dream to show me the one that will lead me to the Olympics. Obediently, one of the exits is illuminated and I step through it into an auditorium full of howling spectators. There's a table tennis table in the middle of the auditorium -- so table tennis it is, then!

      After approaching the table, I find that rather than a proper paddle, I have an old, deflated latex balloon in my hand. I put it out of sight and will it to turn into an excellent paddle with top-notch rubber. This works. My opponent comes bounding down the stairs and the crowd goes wild for him. They're all cheering for him rather than me in my own dream! Ah well, doesn't matter. This is my dream, so it will be his butt receiving the shellacking.

      The crowd starts performing this ridiculous, choreographed rump-shaking dance in celebration of my opponent. I command them that "You will stop doing that stupid dance!" They obey but my opponent runs up into the stands, whoops once, and starts doing laps, refusing to come down to face me. I'm exasperated by his obnoxious behavior and soon
      wake up.

      Updated 08-21-2012 at 03:43 PM by 57387

    10. The Horschwager Olympics

      by , 08-17-2012 at 05:48 PM
      Hit my longest lucid yet this morning! It felt like it might have gone 20 minutes. Very exciting! Go go Intro Class!

      Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

      Lucid #10: The Horschwager Olympics (Early this morning)

      I'm at home in the master bedroom and something tips me off that I'm having a dream. Fortunately, it's daytime but I still feel compelled to leave the house as quickly as I can. (I've been getting stuck in the first scene very often lately.) After having trouble getting out of my upstairs window last time, I decide to dash downstairs and try the front door.

      The second floor is a perfect reconstruction of my house, seemingly down to the smallest details. I even have to fiddle with the baby gate to get downstairs. The ground floor, though, has changed into a hot, stifling gaggle of steam tunnels with no obvious exits.

      I notice a mirror on the wall and check my reflection. I look like myself but with a pudgier face and feathered, rather flamboyant 90s-looking hair. (Still dashing, of course!)

      I return to looking for an exit and spy an old-school cast iron stove against the wall. I see that it has a vent/chimney sticking out of the top that I imagine must lead to the outside. It's only a few inches in diameter but I decide that I can squeeze myself up it and make my escape via reverse Santa Claus.

      I crawl through the oven and start willing my way up the vent. It's ultra-confining and hot to the point where I feel some mild pain on my skin during the trek upward. What a way to travel! Why didn't I take the mirror? I operate with a noticeably reduced IQ in my LDs, I'm afraid!

      I finally emerge in daylight on a coastal city on a bright, clear morning. It's like a cross between San Francisco and Nice, France. Wife jogs past me and I jog after her through a bustle of dream characters.

      As we run along, Wife hands me her iPod and tells me to listen. It's playing some catchy pop number with a female vocalist. It's not my style but it's got this great hook that I can't resist humming along to. As I hum, Wife and all of the other dream characters that we pass start singing as well. The sort of thing that only happens on cheesy television programs and my lucid dreams, I think.

      Eventually, the road breaks away from the coast and Wife stops to rest. I decide to go off on my own and try to compete in the Olympics (recent goal.) I walk through the door of a nearby building, expecting to find the Olympics.

      A greeter DC guides me into an enormous room that's a combination locker room and ice skating rink. I'm somewhat perturbed to find myself in the Winter Olympics but figure that I can change this later. I grab a duffel bag out of one of the lockers and carry it with me. A harried-looking receptionist and "E" (IWL friend) direct me to go to the second floor via elevator. I ask them what city this Olympics is taking place in. They respond that it is in "Horschwager" this year.

      The elevators look dilapidated and out of service. (Doors hanging off loosely, bare shafts visible, etc.) I decide to take the stairs. The stairs, however, are a confusing maze of narrow bridges and snaking archways with sheer drop-offs all around. I wander this maze for a good while, reminding myself that "I'm in a lucid dream, about to compete in the Olympics" but the clock eventually runs out just as I reach a strange, glass-enclosed room.
      I wake up.

      Updated 09-10-2012 at 03:59 AM by 57387

      lucid , false awakening , memorable
    11. Winning the Olympic Gold in Ping Pong

      by , 08-13-2012 at 07:01 PM (Burke's Nightly Escapades)
      I haven't posted anything in my DJ here in a while so I figured I post this funny little dream I had last night.

      I was in some sort of lounge which had a small coffee table surrounded by a half-dozen chairs which were quite comfortable. I was sitting in one of them along with my dad and various uncles. I looked over to my left and noticed a ping pong table with a small Chinese girl standing there with a paddle. She looked over at me and motioned me to come play against her. I decided why not and got up to go over there. Once I got to the table a referee appeared next to the table and handed me a paddle. He also gave the girl a ping pong ball which I didn't really mind.

      It was about now that it suddenly hit me that this was the Olympics. Nothing changed scenery wise, we were still in the lounge with my family sitting in their chairs talking about something and smoking pipes (which they don't normally do ), but for some reason I just knew this was the Olympic and there was a lot of pressure on me since it was USA vs China. The little girl, about 8 years of age, bounced the ball on the table and prepared to serve. She hit it quite fast to the point where I couldn't even really see it. Somehow, though, I hit it back and it bounced off one of the corners of the table, score one for the US.

      The game was to 21 and it was my turn to serve. I leaned over the table so that I was bouncing the ping pong ball right in front of the net and then served it as hard as I could. This happened to be a little too hard as it just missed the table giving China one point. The next thing I knew it was 8 to 5, US, and somebody was next to me; it was my partner. Apparently I got a teammate while the little girl had to play all by herself. I had no clue who this person was though, but I felt like he was my cousin despite the fact that I can't remember what he looked like or how he acted.

      It went back and forth a little bit, nothing spectacular happening, just a typical game of ping pong only the ball seemed to go 10 times faster than any other game I had seen. The score was now 15 to 9 (or something similar) with the US still in the lead. I walked away from the table mid game and headed toward a large window which was in the back of the lounge. There was a cushion on the windowsill that seemed to act ad a couch. I sat down and looked back at the lounge. It was a fairly ornate room with a large fireplace next to all the chairs with a pair of bear arms hanging on the wall. There were some nice rugs spread throughout and various paintings and arts around the room.

      After only a few seconds I went back to the ping pong table to find out that the score was now tied at 20; next point wins. How did this happen so quickly!? I was only gone for what seemed like 30 seconds and yet my partner somehow managed to give up a 6 point lead and brought the match to the final game. The small Chinese girl had the serve and hit it as hard as she could, just like earlier. My partner seemed to either disappear or just sit back behind me and let me finish because me and her just hit it back and forth for about 45 seconds.

      At this point I decided to try and end it with a spike to the left corner of the table. I hit the ball as hard as I could and it managed to just clip the side of the table, giving us the point. My partner was suddenly next to me again and we cheered and high-fived. My family which was sitting to the side the entire time were all lightly clapping similar to a golf clap. The little Chinese girl was really sad and almost started crying but for some reason we didn't care. We didn't care that we just beat a little girl half our age, 2v1 at ping pong, we won the Olympic gold medal!
    12. Stopped a Robbery

      by , 08-11-2012 at 01:20 AM
      Non-dream Dream

      Dream 1:

      I am in the Olympics but the event is very strange. We are diving under water for something, then people had to exactly repeat the dive. I am cracking mad jokes and people are laughing. Bowler Brian Voss is there too.

      Dream 2:

      I am at a strip club with my wife and I am talking to some guys that showed up from their softball game. We are talking about beaches in Orange County. I am trying to get my wife to have a couples lap dance for $100 with me and I almost had her. Finally she gets mad and walks out of the room. I get a lap dance by myself from the stripper who is very pretty - blond with some actresses face.

      After a while two guys appear in the left periphery of my vision and the stripper goes into the back room. The look on her face gave me the feeling that this is all a setup and the two guys who walked in are going to rob me. There are now just the two guys who just walked in and another guy next to me. One of the guys walks towards us and starts asking strange questions while his accomplice locks all of the doors. I know that I am in big trouble.

      The guy who was asking questions walks towards the door that my wife exited through and starts shooting at us. I blocked the bullets by picking up the pool table and moving it up and down depending on where he aims the gun. Somehow I know that he is going to go outside and kill my wife so I decide to fight. I throw the pool table at the man with the gun and the guy next to make follows my lead. He jumps on the guy after I throw the table at him and kicks his ass. I finish him off by gauging his chest with a pipe. His accomplice is dead now too - not sure who killed him. My leg hurts and someone is helping me wrap it.

      Dream 3:

      I am having trouble with my hair gel at a big party.
    13. Mean To My Wife

      by , 08-09-2012 at 12:43 AM
      Non-dream Dream

      Just a few fragments today.

      Fragment 1: The Olympics are coming up again.

      Fragment 2: I am being mean to my wife. Sending her "I hate you" texts.

      Fragment 3: I am doing lots of driving and my brakes don't work very well.

      I had another dream that I know was epic but my alarm ruined it.
    14. More Olympics

      by , 07-30-2012 at 05:43 AM
      Non-dream Dream

      Dream 1: Olympics

      People are competing in various events related to dreaming. Competitors go into lucid dreams and perform various tasks in the dreams for points.

      How did I not become lucid in this dream?!?!?!?

      There was another event for baseball defensive skills. Each country is positioned at a certain part of the field. Balls are hit to each part of the field with people at various bases (in all combinations). The country that the ball is hit to has to field it cleanly and throw it to the appropriate base depending on the situation. Countries are judged based on fielding the ball, choosing the appropriate base to throw it to and throwing accuracy and strength.

      Dream 2:

      I am standing outside of my house and I see a woman with large, spectacular breasts. I want to bang her really bad. I go to my computer to masturbate (not sure if I actually did it). I end up on an orgy vacation with my wife. I start having sex with her. I'm not sure if I had sex with anyone else.

      I try going somewhere that I'm not supposed to go and I get caught. In an attempt to get away I find myself hanging onto the wing of an aircraft while it is flying. I am thinking the whole time that this is not possible and I am dreaming. However, it is very difficult to perform a reality check because I am hanging onto the wing. Without doing a reality check, I am not fully confident that I am dreaming so I am scared to let go.

      Next time I am in this situation I will try to study my hands.

      Updated 09-12-2012 at 12:55 AM by 56962

      non-lucid , dream fragment
    15. Olympic Watersliding

      by , 07-30-2012 at 05:00 AM
      Non-dream Dream

      Dream 1:

      I am in an Olympic water sliding event that people take very seriously. People are pissed because this is my first time ever participating in the event and I am dominating the sport. A couple of kids are being very nice to me though. The water slides have obstacles in the middle of them.

      Dream 2:

      I am at an Angels game with great seats but I don't watch the game. I am trying desperately to find someone and Rose (from Lost) is helping me. We are taking elevators everywhere (it is kind of like a hotel). The first place I try to look is the 11th floor but the elevator keeps skipping it and gaining more and more speed. It feels like I am going to die - like the elevator is broken and is going to fly through the top of the building.

      I find myself momentarily watching the game and a foul ball comes my way. I calmly say "got it" and I catch it. My wife wasn't there to see it because she took a slide down to lower levels of the stadium. She never came back. The Angels are in the field and the bases are loaded with no outs. The batter hits a pop up in the infield. The fielder drops it but umpires call the infield fly rule so the batter is out. This confuses the hell out of the fan next to me. The next batter hits into a double play which Pujols drops but picks up just in time.

      Now I am back on my search for someone - some rich person. I go to the penthouse but they don't let me in. I am going down some flights of stairs impossibly fast. I am basically diving head first and rolling to get to wherever I am going.
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