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I was in my kitchen showing my mom two new tattoos I had got on my arms. I realize I have deep cuts, burns and glass deep in my flesh. Some of my skin was peeling back off the wounds, exposing my muscles and tendons, blood was squirting from cuts in my hands, and I could see shattered bones protruding from my elbow. I asked my mother if I should go to the hospital, and she said, "No, you'll be fine", and folded some of the skin over to cover my injuries and pulled some colorful shards of glass out of my skin. By this time, I could feel the sensation of burning and stinging up my arms. I end up going to the hospital, and walk into the check in room, and I see a lot of people sitting waiting. I approach the glass window that is shielding the nurse from the waiting room, and show her my hand that is still squirting blood and ask her if I can see a doctor. She gives me a blank stare and says, "You should go home and let it bleed out." At this point, I am kind of shocked that the woman refused to help me, so I lifted my sleeves to show her the rest of my cuts. I say " I need a doctor, I need stitches." and the room erupts with applause and cheer.

Here I am woken up by my little sister, and I vaguely feel the stinging and burning I felt in the dream.

Dream - Lucid

I was watching my friend, Caitlin, walk in rhythm down a hallway to her singing the words "It won't take me awhile" over and over again in a deep Jamaican accent. She was wearing light blue bermuda shorts.

We were then sitting on the couch, watching some late-night TV. I'd say it was probably 1 or 2 in the morning, maybe later. I think we were sitting in my living room. It was dark, save for the light from the TV.

We were then walking into a kitchen that kind of looked like our neighbor's (from yesterday's dream) kitchen. We were in nothing but our underwear. I think we must have lived there, and were roommates again. I was trying to get my panties all the way on over my butt as we were walking. At the far end of the kitchen were some of our friends from high school, Kayla and Maegan are the ones I remember, though there were more. It was kind of embarrassing, but we were still having a good time.

Then, all the sudden, I was outside on a wooden porch with my best friend MK's older brother, Adam, whom I rarely see or talk to IWL. Everyone else had disappeared. It was a beautiful, sunny day. Adam looked at me and asked
"Where did everyone go?"
I responded
"The dream must be about to end."
As Adam was agreeing with me that that must be why, I was thinking wait a minute. This is a dream! Sweet!!
I didn't even do an RC, since I felt so sure already that this was a dream. I was really excited! So excited, that I wanted to fly with Adam! We walked up to the edge of the porch, and Adam started talking. I, however, was too excited to listen (something I desperately need to work on in my LDs -_-). I kept wanting to ask him to fly with me. He finally finished talking, and I asked him
"Do you practice lucid dreaming?"
"Yes," he replied.
I grabbed for his hand.
"Would you like to fly with me?"
"Yes!" he replied, taking my hand.
I felt our fingers intertwine as I took off. He trailed behind a little at first, but was then next to me.

I felt kind of out of control as we flew for some reason, I think it may have been because I was losing the dream, and was trying to focus on keeping it. I had to fly in these huge circles. We were flying over a field with grass and some desert-looking plant life. I saw a patch of these purple flowers. Very pretty. Adam then separated himself from me and sank down a bit to fly with another girl. I spiraled down in my giant circle, trying to gain height again, but not being able to. In the sky, I then saw the moon rising in fast motion, though it was still daytime (think about when you can see the moon when the sun's still out--that's what it looked like). It was a 3/4 moon.

Then, when I was close enough to the ground, my friend Raechel's son, Syler, took me by the leg and started to run with me like I was a balloon. I thought this was adorable, and laughed as he did it. I floated in the air, too, as if I really was a balloon. He ran up the stairs to the porch, and inside, where many people were.

~

I was with my dad and my brother, I believe, outside in these extensive woods. It was beautiful. The tree roots were huge, and were everywhere on the forest floor. You could tell it was a sunny day, though not much light came in through the blanket of leaves above. Close by was a house, supposedly our house.

I was really worried about getting close to any water or anything because of alligators. I was afraid I'd get bitten or killed, though the gators around that part weren't that big, they could still deal a pretty nasty bite. Also, apparently, when we were younger, my dad kept one underneath the stairs that went up to the porch of the house. I didn't want to get near that either, thinking the gator must still be there.

My dad then told me that the gator was dead, that he had been dead for a long time, but, for my brother's sake, they had kept his body underneath the stairs for some time. Apparently, my brother really liked that gator for some reason. He wasn't around when my dad told me that.

At some point, we were talking to some woman with short hair who was wearing nothing but what appeared to be a white dress/sack, and black knee-high socks. You could see her naked butt peeking out from beneath the dress/sack. We were standing in what looked like a town square. She took off her dress in one swift motion, and was completely naked underneath. I critiqued it as if it was a movie, thinking to myself that the movie makers did a bad job hiding the fact that she was naked underneath the weird dress/sack she was wearing. She then started to show us all her alligator bite scars. She had a ton of them. She was trying to prove a point with her scars, trying to prove how dangerous alligators really were.

We were then running through the forest, climbing on the tree roots, having an awesome time! But every time we got close to some water, I'd start to get nervous about gators. We even saw one on a shore at some point. I just wanted to get away from there.

The woods then started to gradually fill with clear, blue water. I was alright with that, actually, since it wasn't the gators' natural environment. We splashed through the water, which hadn't reached too far over the tree roots yet. The water level, however, kept rising. On the forest floor, below the tree roots, it was pretty deep. But on top of the tree roots, it was relatively shallow, reaching our knees.

~

I was walking into my brother's room. He wasn't home. On his desk (which he doesn't have anymore IWL) sat this cryogenically frozen alligator kit. It was in a black box. According to my mom, who was in bed in her room, I wasn't supposed to do anything with it yet, not until my brother got home. It was supposed to be a surprise to replace the alligator under the stairs from his youth.

Of course, being me, I had to push the limit a little. I had a bottle full of hot water. The instructions called for A FEW drops of hot water to unfreeze the kit and the gator. There was emphasis on the "A FEW" part. I dripped a little onto the kit, and the frost started to melt. The whole kit was shortly thawed out, and I opened it up. There was a TINY purple alligator in there. And I mean tiny as in could fit on the tip of a finger! I then proceeded to carry the gator on my right index finger and the kit over to the other side of the room, trying to figure out what to do with him, when he started to float in the air on a string, like a baby spider would. Shit! I had lost him! He was so tiny, it seemed like it would be damn near impossible to ever find him again.

I then noticed, right in front of me, a medium-sized aquarium tank full of water and little colored pebbles. It was for the baby gator. Shit again! I had been RIGHT THERE. If only I could have made it in time to put the gator inside. Now I was afraid he'd die because he wasn't in the right environment. Plus, someone might squish the poor little guy.

I told my mom what happened, and of course, she wasn't very happy about it.
"I told you not to do that!" A typical mom thing to say.

I was then on a search for the gator, which, somewhere along the way, got named Big Thunder, I think by my dad's disembodied voice (my dad would name a tiny alligator something like that IWL). I was with other people, though I can't remember who right now. We were searching by some rocks and water. It seemed like we were both inside and outside at the same time.

We then saw Big Thunder (lol this Big Thunder thing was even kind of hilarious in the dream). He had grown quite a bit in the few minutes/hours I had lost him. He was now an orange-red color, was kind of short and stubby for a gator, and had creepy, huge black eyes. He looked less like a gator, and more like something you'd find in the deepest depths of the ocean.
"Big Thunder!" I exclaimed. I was glad he was alive.
Apparently, Big Thunder was an aggressive gator. He proceeded to latch onto my leg and bite down. It HURT. Whoever was with me helped me get him off. Damn, fuck, SHIT that hurt! I didn't seem to be bleeding, but you could see red welts where his teeth had been.

We then wandered and climbed over the big, grey rocks by the water. Something then went to attack Big Thunder, who was kind of following us. We were worried about him, thinking he may not make it through the attack, when a giraffe came and ate the attacker, and at first, we thought he also ate Big Thunder. We didn't watch this happen, but we looked back when the attack was over, and the giraffe had his cheeks full and was chewing. It was kind of cartoonish. It was a big wtf moment.

We then noticed Big Thunder was alright. That crazy gator and his escapades.

I was then in my brother's room again, sitting on the floor and working on something, though I'm not sure what, I want to say it was either a cage or an aquarium, when my friend Mike then texted me, warning me he had charged this nitrogen canister bomb and buried it underneath me, and I only had 20 seconds until it detonated, killing me and anyone in the house, which would also be destroyed. The text read kind of smart-assy.

My view then changed to a sillouhette of Superman with his arm extended going underground. It was me, apparently, and my view changed back as I saw the countdown on the canister. The digital number read at about 14 seconds. I pushed a button on what appeared to be a touch screen that the numbers were also on, and the countdown stopped, displaying a screen in digitized letters that explained how to re-initiate the countdown. I went back up to Blake's room, and called him to ask him what the fuck I should do about the buried canister, whether or not I should retrieve it, or leave it buried, which is what I planned to do. I just worried that the canister would somehow get jossled under there, and the countdown would re-initiate without anyone's knowledge until it was too late. I can't remember what he said. I asked him some other things too, like what do you even buy these things for (they were sold commercially)? Why would you want one? Is the explosion really that powerful? I really can't remember his answers at all.

Dream - Lucid

I was in my house in the kitchen with someone, I want to say kind of a butch-looking girl. I went to the fridge and opened it to find some wine. I pulled out the bottle, and there was only about a glass left. I said something to the girl about there barely being any left, so I was just going to drink it from the bottle. I pulled the cork and put it to my lips.

Dream skip. Things get interesting here.

Someone, I think this girl I know in waking life named Jane, had lost her parents (not so in waking life) when she was younger. I was watching the scenario of how how she lost her mom. Apparently, she had lost her parents at different points, first her dad, then her mom.

The story was that they were at a beach when she was very young, probably about 6 or 7, and her version of the story was that her mother was killed by being swept out in powerful currents or something. I watched the beach come into view from above. I saw it was a sunny day. The beach was secluded and rocky, and lots of areas formed huge, strong currents between the rocks.

Then, it was like I was playing some weird version of Sim Earth, and I started trying to get rid of the currents by placing waves between the grey rocks where the current got strong. This just pushed the current outwards. I kept trying, and it kept doing the same thing, so I just deleted my wave placements to make it go back to normal.

Then, I was watching the young Jane and her mother, both very beautiful. Her mother seemed like a very, very kind woman. They were standing in very shallow water close to the shore by a huge rock formation at the very left side of the beach. Something happened to where Jane killed her mother, though it was not on purpose, but an accident. She was stabbed through the middle. I saw the wound, and it was bloody, but not too bloody. The present Jane then had this horrible realization that she had killed her mother, after thinking for years it had been the currents.

Then, I was getting out of my parked car on a sunny day at this Catholic church in my town. I was going to meet either Jane or Jake, I'm not quite sure anymore. I think it was Jake. I had to walk somewhere though, so I got out of the car, and started to walk away from the church. I got to the corner of the sidewalk, and to my right, I saw a little ways from me, two HUGE grey dogs. No collars, no leashes. They looked like Great Danes. As bad as I want a Great Dane (I do want one in waking life), I did not want a run-in with these dogs. I turned to my left, and again, a ways away from me were two more gigantic grey dogs.

I started back towards the church, trying to step cautiously as to not startle the dogs. Well, apparently, I wasn't taking enough care in my steps, because first two, then the other two, started to bound towards me. Not out of aggression, but they wanted to greet me. I am very small, even in waking life, compared to Great Danes, but these were even more massive and muscular than their waking life counterparts. I was walking by the parked cars in the parking lot as they started to jump on me excitedly. One bit me on the arm he was so excited, but not hard enough to make me bleed, though I did still feel the pain of the bite.
"Down! Sit! Stay" I started to say forcefully over and over.
They backed off a little, but not much. Then, right as I feel like I was getting to my car (I don't think I was going to leave, but I needed shelter), a Golden Retriever started to join in on the fun.

At some point during all this, I remember calling Jake. He asked if I wanted to meet him somewhere else or something, and I said yes.

I also remember seeing a photograph of Jake as a child, I think it was Jake anyway, in front of a building with some other children. Jake was not smiling. He looked angry and sad. He had lost his parents (it was bleeding in with the Jane story at that point).

I know I'm leaving some things out of here, especially in the part where Jane's mother is killed. But the most vivid part of the dream was the dog part, seeing them and being jumped all over by them. Odd.

Dream - Lucid

I was in marching band again. We were having some sort of sleepover. It was nighttime, and we were in a house. Next to me was this girl that looked like someone who was in band with me in waking life, Nancy. She was a freshman and I was an upperclassman. For whatever reason, I had taken her under my wing, so to speak.

She asked me to pull a wedgie for her? I said ok, and she leaned forward, exposing the top of her panties. I noticed she was wearing two pairs of underwear, one peachy/skin-toned, and the other a bluish-green.
"This one?" I asked as I tugged the peachy one.
"Yes."
I pulled on it.

More happened in this dream, but I can't recall what right now.

~

I was in bed with JP. It was nighttime. We were in what looked like a hotel, but it was supposed to be at a school. We were both students. I'm not sure why we were in the same bed, there was another bed in the room but it was occupied I believe. I suppose it was like a dorm or something. The bed was next to a big window, with J being on the window side and I on the other. The window showed that we were on a higher floor, I think, and you could see trees and lights from buildings.

As we were laying in bed, he was saying something about my birthday being the next night, and how he was going to give me "birthday sex". I don't remember what I said. I wasn't really thrilled at the prospect, but this guy was scary (and is in waking life as well).

The next night, on my birthday apparently, I stayed in another part of the dorm/hotel. I was worried that JP would get upset because of this, but I didn't want to stay there with him. I then had this huge "flashback" of the college years ago, when a dead woman was found in an indoor pool, stabbed to death. They had to remove the body before they had a funeral service. I then made the terrible connection: JP was the killer from years ago. He was assuming a fake name at the college, the name James Holmes (the Batman movie killer from Colorado).

I knew I couldn't stay. I was in him and I's room, and the light was dim; nighttime again, but there was a lamp that was on on the nightstand. Someone called him and angered him. When he got off the phone, we were then in the living area, and a man appeared from a doorway, looking panicked and concerned. JP went and stabbed a man in the chest. I was sitting on the couch, watching in horror. He came to me then, and carefully chose a short, fat knife from the many knives that he had, all the while talking to me in a cool, calculated, heartless manner. I tried to back away, but he had me. He stabbed me in the lower left chest, but not too deeply, since I was resisting. I felt the pain as he cut me.

Then, it was like the scene was being replayed, only differently. We were in the room again, and his phone started to ring. I spotted a brown spider crawling on the floor with spindly, long legs. I got up to leave the room, and JP said
"You better not leave, this phone call may make me angry." I left anyway as he got on the phone.

I went to the living area and across the room to another door. I barged in and my parents were asleep in the bed there. My mom's head was facing the head of the bed, but my dad was sleeping opposite of her, with his head at the foot of the bed. I shook my dad first saying "Wake up! Wake up!" as I moved on to shake my mother. My mom woke up, and I frantically explained the situation. In the back of my mind, though, I knew we were doomed. She got out of bed, I'm not sure if she said anything. My dad was the only one of us there with the means to defend, and I could not wake him up. I kept trying, but to no avail. I then left the room and ran out the front door as fast as I could. I could run to the lights of the city, or the sparse, dim lights of some homes to my left. I went towards the homes, figuring he wouldn't be able to see me with the dim light. I tried to frantically think of what to do. Should I head to a house and try to knock until someone answered? Or should I run out to the woods? Either way, I felt doomed.

I awoke this morning being quite afraid still, the feelings carrying over from the dream to my waking self. I'm still calming down, and it's been over an hour since I woke up.

Dream - Lucid

I was somewhere with my mom. We were inside, and I remember the colors being bright tones of purple, blue, and there was some darker red in there. She was showing me how to cut things with a machete. I don't like knives or things like that, it's kind of an irrational fear I posses in waking life, and apparently in my dreams too. I wasn't really too scared though, more just worried that she would slip up and hurt me. I kept thinking that a machete blade was so sharp, it would slice at the slightest contact.

My mom was showing me some way to cut where you threw it in the air and it would come back down. When she did that, it grazed my left thumb. It didn't hurt, and I looked at my thumb and didn't notice anything immediately weird, but then I saw a slight line that went all around the pad of my thumb. I told my mom I needed to go to the hospital right away. I touched the cut part of my thumb, and it was barely attached. It then started to ooze some blood out the sides of the cut. Then I noticed the pain. I held the piece of my thumb to the rest of it, worried it would fall off and I wouldn't be able to save it. I knew there was a time limit on reattaching digits and limbs, and I wasn't about to let that piece of my thumb go.

We were then at the hospital, which had the same color scheme as wherever we were before, and we went up to the counter. I was holding my thumb, and telling the ER nurse that we needed to get in quick. I hoped she thought it was enough of an emergency to send us back right away.

Thankfully, she did. We were sent back, and my mom told me that they would put this clear gel stuff around the cut that would "dissolve part of the nerve". I thought they were going to kill my thumb, but I think it was designed to seal the wound quickly, kinda like a heavy-duty liquid band-aid.

I sat down, and a man with messy brown hair that was a bit shorter than mine and a mustache sat across from me and started to doctor my thumb. I couldn't watch as he lined the cut with the gel. My mom was sitting to my right getting the same thing done by a woman doctor I think. She didn't have a cut though, so I wasn't sure why she was doing it. Oh well.

When the doctors were done, we got up. My mom showed me the veins in her wrist, and how the medicine was causing some of them to look a white-ish clear color. I then put my wrist out and noticed the same thing. Apparently, that was a normal reaction to the medicine.

I looked at my thumb, and it looked like it was healing well enough. No blood, and I could barely see the cut anymore. Then, I saw my cat underneath a kitchen table and some chairs, and she was messing with something that apparently was supposed to be my thumb, but looked nothing like it. It was this small white thing, maybe it was the cat's paw or something. At any rate, part of it came off, and some string thing extended from it, like that's what was holding it together. I then saw that the pad of my thumb has fallen off, leaving an indention where it had been before. Well crap, that sucks. I accepted it, however, since there really wasn't anything else I could do about it. I examined the thumb, and it looked like someone had just scooped a bit from the middle. It still had the lines and creases of a fingerprint. I felt alright about it, I knew it was something I just had to get used to.

~

I was in my room, and my mom came in and started to look through my stuff since the people painting our house had to do something in my room (IWL we are having the house painted). I went into my closet and watched her do it, hoping she wouldn't get into my top dresser drawer where my pipe was. She then headed over there and asked something about the dresser. My POV then switched to me being behind the dresser. She started to open the drawer, and I ran out and shut it, saying
"You don't want to look in there. Please don't look in there."
She didn't argue or anything, she just opened another drawer instead.

Then, I remember walking out of Peck Hall, a building at my old college, and I was with some other people, my friend JT being one of them. He had his arm around me. In front of me, I saw the back of a girl in a cute black sun dress with grayish flowers on it. She was wearing a headband in her straight blonde hair. It looked just like my good friend Kacey, whom in waking life moved away to another town last year. I asked JT if it was Kacey, and he said no. I knew it couldn't have been anyway. We kept walking.

~

I remember a brief fragment about Gabriel texting me saying he was busy or something.

~

I was in my room again, looking at some painting that The Sandman apparently did, of an Indian girl getting fucked by a white dude on my bed by the closet...I could hear him explaining it to me. It wasn't his original plan to paint that, he had just started to paint a hand on the closet door, and he was inspired to paint two people fucking. Lolwut.

Then, there was some weird black contraption in my room. It was a dolly that the painters were using to carry packages or heavy loads, but at first I thought it was a weird sex toy. I touched something that protruded from the center, which I assumed was used for, well, sexual purposes. Hmm...interesting. I then saw the wheels and realized what it really was.

I then saw this guy laying on the floor next to this girl I had some classes with in waking life named Natalie. At least I think it was her. Anyway, she was giving this guy shot after shot in the leg, right where it bends, a little below the side of the knee. They were supposed to be steroid shots or something. Natalie was giving the shots like a professional nurse would. They were talking as she gave him the shots. I said something about my mom getting steroid shots in her shoulders for her pain. He would occasionally say it hurt, but they would keep talking.

She finally finished giving him shots. I have no idea how many he gave her; it was quite a few. I saw the part of his leg that was getting the shots was slightly swollen in the spots the needles had gone in.

I finally got to sleep last night after struggling for hours to do so. I take ambien to sleep now, and I guess I've built up a tolerance, or this batch just sucks. Either way, it's not helping me sleep right now. I had to take an allergy pill to even have any hope I would fall asleep, which I obviously finally did after sitting up half the night watching documentaries on Netflix. Hoping that a visit to the doctor will straighten out the sleeping meds problem. I do eventually need to get off the Ambien, and I will once my life slows down a bit.

Last Nights Dream

I am at a mans house and I'm here to clean for him. He takes me into a room now and it's really weird in here. There are like swirly lights around and they are all different colours. The floor is made out of glass and there I water underneath it. The walls are also made of glass and they are also full of water.
I feel like I can't really breathe in here so I open a door in the glass wall and walk through it. I now see a man and a woman in a tank but there's no water in it, the man is dead and the woman is lying on top of him half dead. I get some bread and shove it down her throat to kill her, it actually felt quite good when I done this!
I now walk out into the garden, I see a bed and lie down on it. My stomache now feels really tight and painful, it feels like I have a belt pulled very tightly around it but there is no belt. I'm saying to people "I can't breathe, it's so tight, god what is it?" a man says "sit down there and see how that feels" so I sit down on the chair but get straight back up saying "ohh god it's soo painful, it's so tight, what's wrong with me!!" I'm holding my stomache and can't stand up straight.

This was merely a fragment of a dream, though it was quite... disturbing to remember when I woke up in the morning.

The Man Who Tore His Own Mouth Off

I don't remember where or when this dream originally took place. It seemed like a futuristic grotto of sorts, filled with large, sci-fi buildings and greenery hanging from the sides of those buildings. Though, I remember only one thing; a man. He was of white skin color, had black hair, was of a fat and round build and wore an open gray hoodie with a yellow t-shirt underneath, and baggy gray jeans. He looked pretty standard anyways. I was told by what I thought was my brother that this was a video that I had to watch, and it wasn't really a video. It seemed to be in the same futuristic place. He began opening his mouth manually with his hands, as if he couldn't do it on his own or something. Though, it soon became apparent that he was about to inflict some serious self-harm on himself, and on purpose, too. He opened until it was wide enough, though seemingly emotionless to the whole act. Not a peep or an expression of joy or pain. He stuck a hand in his mouth, and did what I wouldn't have ever expected. He began trying to pull out his lower jaw, and I began to see it come out of his mouth. I covered most of the view with my hand, save for his eyes, though being in a dream, I could see through my hand. He pulled out the lower row of teeth he had, and threw it on the ground without any protest. He then gripped his upper jaw, and did the impossible. He was going to tear out his whole maw, lips and all. I watched it, the blood beginning to flow, and I felt horrible. It soon was halfway out, and the mouth was like a funnel shaped organ as it came out of a blank hole in his head, and once the mouth was out, it was a tube connected to a smaller one in a hole. He began to show some serious pain, and his eyes began to water with tears. He then somehow yelled out "It hurts!" in perfect tone, like his mouth was still there, though it was still being held in the man's hand. I don't remember what happened next, but it was certainly disheartening.

I don't remember much but I'll try my best at trying to explain what I saw in little bits. Okay first, I was in a house somewhere in a land far away. The place looked so familiar and just felt so familiar. I'm inside a house that really had no rooms, only a hallway and ever time I dream of this same place, I wouldn't remember if there were people or not. It was sort of like just thoughts that I was picturing. I'm not sure how to explain it. Anyways, Sometime when I was inside this narrow hallway, I was crying again over Quynh. I was in deep pain. I cried so much for her that I didn't know what I was going to do to continue living without her. It was like my pain doubled from waking life. But I while I was crying, I thought about the pain I have to endure to finally get her out of my life. I thought about just forgetting everything about her, then I won't be so sad anymore. I suppose this made me feel better upon awakening because I wasn't dealing with as much mental pain than the dream. I was also thinking of the group therapy session I had the previous day when we talked about this. I also remember being in the kitchen with my mom while she was serving me some drinks. I still felt a little bad about not being able to see Quynh again but I told my mother I would eventually forget about her.

It was recommended to me to have a second spinal fusion. I went along with it because I thought it would help. I was in first grade, but I was around 18 years old—as were all the other students.

Despite just having surgery, I was not experiencing any pain. I was hardly participating in the class, and considered using my recent surgery as an excuse. As class went on, my level of discomfort and pain increased. I was about to leave the class when my fiancée showed up. She hugged me from behind, and became extremely irritable and scolded her for touching my back. She hugged me again more gently, but still touched my back, thus causing me pain. We hung out in the classroom, no longer paying attention to the teacher. We rummaged around the teacher’s desk, and asked the teacher if she had an audio jack in her computer. I decided to introduce my fiancée to my teacher, but forgot her name. Mrs. White introduced herself instead. Yet again my back was in great pain.

During lunch, a colleague of Mrs. White’s visited the classroom, and performed some magic. He took several objects, and summoned the same objects from the past. For example, if the object was created in 2000, he would have summoned it from 2000, when it was brand new.

The scene changed, and I was the passenger in a car. The pain was overwhelming. I laid down as best I could in the back seat, resting my head on my fiancée’s lap. I was almost crying from the pain by the end of the dream.

Italic Text = Personal Thoughts
Normal Text = Non-Lucid Segment
Purple Text = Lucid Segment

I was hanging with a friend, let's call them "M". For some reason there had been an event which caused M to lose all memories of the last few years, wiping all knowledge of who I and her other friends were.

M was going slightly crazy, she was getting all the Christmas decorations out in May and setting them all up in her house, me and the other people there were practically yelling at her wondering why she was preparing for Christmas in May, but she didn't seem to care. All she questioned was who we were, what we were doing in her house and what business it was of ours.

We continually got frustrated while she was running around the house finding places for all these Christmas decorations, as more were placed we decided to go along with the Christmas in May idea, but request that she at leasts follows our traditions. She stops everything that she's doing and stares at us before saying, "You tell me you're my friends, yet there is no evidence of that... why should I follow traditions that I don't even know?"

One of my other friends, "E", gets upset. She runs out of the house and M huffs and gets back to putting up the Christmas decorations. Soon everyone else besides me leaves, trying to look for E and comfort her.

That's when the entire dream kind of... resets. It was almost like a false awakening but the dream just bounced right back to the beginning of where it started, only this time, it was just me and M. I start questioning the reality of the situation and before I know it, I'm lucid.

I hold my hand out and inspect the 8 fingers I have, before M turns around and starts laughing manically. At this point I don't think I truly had time to understand what it meant to be in a dream, I was maybe at Layer 2 lucidity. I panic because of how evil M is sounding and try to back away and walk through the wall to escape, only the wall remains solid.

M runs for me, leaping on top of me and a knife appears in her hand. I try my best to will her out of existence, or will myself to another place, but the best I can do it repel her off of me but she just runs back up with the knife in hand and starts stabbing my arm.

I give up on lucid powers and somehow manage to grab the knife from her hand and try stabbing her. She starts laughing again as I thrust the knife down but it just bends as if it was plastic, no damage was made to her at all. In my shock, she gets the knife back off me and starts stabbing again.

The pain shooting through my arm is so realistic and I can't seem to focus on anything. I close my eyes and will myself to be somewhere else.

The pain stops, I open my eyes and I'm back in the waking world.

First

A man who makes tattoos for a living is telling me a story about a woman who took a large tattoo and then decided to have it removed later. The man removed it himself and it was a very dramatic thing for him. It took at four long sessions and apparently was more painful to the customer than making it was.

Second

I have a punch of laser pointer pens. The lasers have different colors and they have some elemental properties connected to the colors. They all seem to cause some kind of painful sensations. I test them with a couple of other people.

Third

I'm in a city center, inside a building complex, a shopping center of such. I look around and decide to have a coffee. I notice I don't have any money with me, so I don't. I look around and start heading home.

Fourth

I'm in a group of tourists in a bus. We arrive at a city, very much like the one in the previous piece. I check that I have money with me this time. We're looking for a particular building, but I'm actually more interested in the layout of the city than in sightseeing.

- I was at some piercing/tattoo shop, and decided to get my lip pierced twice for some reason. I was very nervous about the pain. They had some kind of hybrid of a piercing gun and a needle to do it with. I sat in the chair, squeezed my eyes shut, and told the girl there to go ahead. It didn't hurt at all. I told her so, laughed, and thanked her as she went to get studs to put in. I looked in the mirror and the holes were like this:

I'm not really a fan of upper lip piercings, and I just remembered that in the dream when I looked at it. I decided I'd wait and see how I felt about it later on. I noticed the holes looked like they were starting to close up already. The girl finally came back, but she only had these huge ugly Hello Kitty studs. They each had a cheap plastic HK figure on the front that was probably half an inch tall. She gave me one to put in. It hurt and looked gross, but I finally managed to shove it through.

It gets fuzzy around here. Before I did the next one, my mom suddenly showed up, and was angry that I'd done it without telling her. She told me to take them out, but I refused. Then I have a vague memory of the shop being held up or something and everything getting all scary and violent, but I was rudely awakened this morning so I'm not sure what happened.


- Fragment where I went to work to get my schedule and it was very awkward. (I was worried about having to do it today, but it went smoothly for once.)


- Something about French class...I know I remembered more this morning but I didn't write them down, so meh.

2010 (approx)

I fell asleep without doing my affirmations in my journal.

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My husband was flirting with me, and he touched my left side, below my ribcage. I cringed and pulled away because it hurt there. It felt like a really bad bruise. He placed his hand on my ribcage again, I said, no, don't that really hurts. He grabbed me by the arm and held me in place then forcefully began rubbing the tender spot beneath my ribs. As he rubbed harder his face contorted into this demonic face and he smiled an evil, malicious smile. I couldn't pull away and he continued rubbing, knowing it was causing me terrible pain.

I woke abruptly IRL and noticed my left side, below my ribcage was very sore. When I felt there, I noticed a lump - for real. I ended up seeing the doctor and found it was a Lipoma. Six months later, I had it removed.
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Afterthought: I am thinking that the activation of my chakras either sensitized the nerves here so that I felt it or it simply brought my attention to that area. Because during meditation my chakras (base, sacral, solar plexus, heart) were all throbbing away. I actually checked my pulse rate several times believing that my heart rate had increased, but it had not. My pulse was steady even though the beating inside me was very strong and insistent. The solar plexus centered chakra and the heart chakra are the ones that thundered away. Did this have an effect on my side? I don't know. Perhaps just coincidence.

I'm starting my DJ at a random time, but better than nothing! I usually get lazy in writing down my dreams but hopefully I won't this time. I'll try to keep at it. I don't really like writing my dreams down, but eh.

Anyways, I had a semi-simple dream. I don't remember all of the details but the general idea is still there. In this dream, I was really just running. I was running on a dark blue-ish path, like running across the night sky. I don't think I saw any stars because I was "running" through the clouds and it was all dark blue with blotches of random blue shades. As I was running, I felt nothing but euphoria through out my limbs. Usually if someone's running, they feel fatigue and soreness in the muscles, but euphoria in the mind only - that's how my body works, anyway. I remember in my mind, I was saying "YES, I found the secret to not feeling tired when I run! It's wine!" Wine? What wine? I looked around and saw a bottle of wine in my hand. This warm and magical sensation in my body felt similar to a cocaine high. I felt a smile stretch across my face because apparently I didn't have to be a cocaine addict in my dream anymore. Just so I didn't have to feel fatigue and pain. I realized this was a dream because I was in the sky. And then I woke up.

- I was in a video game with S that was like Penumbra. We were in a bright, clean hotel room at first, but it kept flickering between the hotel and this really dark, grimy room. I had a package of lined paper in the hotel room, and I decided I had to get rid of it to 'leave no evidence'.

Then we were permanently in the dark room and trying to solve a puzzle. I was trying to climb this big metal box/machine that had something to do with electricity, but it was hard. I wasn't wearing any shoes, and I slipped and fell off, my right foot landing on a small pile of thin rusty nails. They went into my foot and it hurt, so I told S to restart the game. Our last save point was in the same room, so I only ended up back a couple feet from the machine, with the injury on my foot disappearing and the pain fading.


- I was in geography with HG. The student teacher was handing out sheets we had to fill out about self-esteem. I asked him when we would continue them if we didn't finish that day, and he said we'd continue next Monday. HG asked if I wanted to bike to the animal shelter to look at animals. I said that I would like to, but I can't ride a bike. Then she brought out a basket full of tiny figurine-sized My Little Ponies, but they were alive and frolicking in whatever material was in the basket. It reminded me of cotton candy but might have been something like pillow stuffing. I was amazed and said something like, 'omg this is the best thing that has ever happened to me'. I thought of a video I had seen which was similar but with cats. Then I talked to this girl AO about wearing sweaters backwards.


- I was inside Gurren Lagann and trying to prepare to 'blast off', but I was worried abut my drink spilling. I also had to rearrange some files on the computer first, but it wasn't working. I was trying to move a few small bmps into a folder which contained a large bmp image, but instead of moving, the smaller images would merge into the larger one and appear scattered on top of it when I opened it. It was frustrating.