July 16, 2014 Night Gas Run I was in my van, at a fairly sprawling gas station. The kind you'd find right off the highway, with at least 20 pumps and plenty of space between them. My car was parked in a large lot right next to the pumps, alongside the small store. I was with the people from my cohort again, and we were all driving out to some school. It was dark out; I think very early morning. My cousin was also there, as well as my brothers. I was sitting in the car with them, talking about something or other, and I had to move spots for some reason. As soon as I moved, things went all chaotic and it was difficult to find a new spot because people suddenly decided to all try moving at once. Pizza I was in a class, and the teacher had gotten us all pizza. There was tons of it, and lots of bottles of pop. I know for sure that Zukin and Stussy were there, and a few people from my cohort. When class was over, I was helping people collect the bottles from the pop, because I wanted to return them for the deposit. Stussy was helping me and talking about how much pizza he'd eaten, and I vaguely wondered why he was there, since I have never had a class with him before. But I didn't think it was odd enough to realize I was dreaming : / Fragment: Phone Thief I only know that just before waking up at 4 AM with a jolt, I had my phone in my left hand, and someone bumped into me, jolting my phone out of my hand. I think the person was trying to take my phone. I don't remember hat I was doing just before that. Fragment: Elementary I was at the school I intern at, helping the kids get off the buses in the morning and talking to them, though I don't remember what I talked to them about.
Entry 7/13/14 Blue: Non-Lucid Bold: Lucid Black: Awake I dream that me and a crew of guys are walking towards the entrance of a bank. The bank is located in the inner part of a large city, and people are all around us. Our getaway is ready and waiting, a helicopter on top of a roof. Before we enter the bank, we do something in the street(I can't recall what) that ends up distracting the police. We then enter the bank, and I pull out a small handgun and fire into the air. Everyone immediately freaked out, and my crew all began shouting at them. "Everyone get down on the ground! I want everyone lying face down on the floor! Don't try anything! We won't give you any second chances!" the crew leader said. I now pulled out my rifle, a G36C with an ergonomic grip, green laser and an ACOG scope. All the people on the bank were frightened for sure, not daring to move. Meanwhile, the rest of the crew was setting up to open the bank vault. This bank would never exist in real life; no security guards, no cameras, and the bank vault was in an unprotected room for everybody to see. One of our crew now began placing satchel charges on the vault, and the rest of us guarded. I was walking around the room, when a couple of people sat up. My gun was down, and I took a hold of it. "On your face!" I screamed at them. Two of the three people listened, but the third, a young woman, didn't. "On your face!" I screamed again. She simply gave me a dirty look, and didn't budge an inch. I pulled up my gun, and before I could lift it up at her she laid back down on her face. I moved along in relief, glad I didn't have to shoot an innocent civilian. I continued walking around, and a couple more people sat up. "GET BACK ON YOUR FACE!" I yelled. They immediately obliged, and got back down on the floor. The vault was now opened, and our crew grabbed all the money. I however, stayed to hold guard over the bank. Two normal policemen entered the bank, and all of us hid ourselves. They looked around, confused as to where we were hiding. We were lucky no one in the bank was ballsy enough to give us away. I then peaked out and aimed down the sight of my G36C, and I lined up the sight right over the first cop's head. I fired, and the cop spun back. I then shifted my aim over to the next cop and took him out as well. All of my crew got up now and rushed out of the bank. I stayed at the entrance as they crossed the street. SWAT cars and police cruisers were all speeding to the scene, and it was about to get messy out here. I held my G36C as they police converged upon my position, and I was ready to return fire. In a matter of seconds SWAT were coming from both sides of the street. My team had crossed the street and entered into the building where our chopper was waiting. I had stayed back to fight off the coming resistance. SWAT were coming from both ways, so I stepped back into the bank and prepared to fire. Three or four guys came in the front door, and I fired rapidly, spamming my trigger until they were all dead. My gun was single-fire only it would appear, so I had to be quick with my shooting. More cops rushed in, and then I took them out as well. I stepped outside shortly afterwards and looked around. No more cops were coming to me. Instead, they had shifted their focus to the building my crew was in. I could see the SWAT team running past windows towards my crew, and they'd be screwed if I didn't stop the police. I aimed down my scope and began taking pop shots at the police, hitting a few of them in the back. It wasn't until long my crew reached the chopper, and they flew off to safety. I then ran off and made my own escape. I soon reached my crew mate's home and he let me in. He was freaking out because a policeman was coming for a search of his home. He still had his bag of money and his gear from the heist. So we took the money and gear and hid it someplace special(I don't remember where). The cop now came, and we let him in. He started looking around for suspicious objects, when I spotted what he was looking for. There was something from the heist on the floor(I don't remember what again), and so I grabbed it with a tissue, and I walked off with it unseen. Without getting any prints on it I hid it away so no one would ever find it. My crew mate now entered his room with me, and we saw an open pizza box on his bed, and three or four pieces left in it. "We gotta destroy the evidence man." he said. So we ate the pizza, and it wasn't before long when I awoke.
Pizza NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I´m in a flat with a buddy of mine. It looks like we ordered pizza and drank some beers. As we go downstairs we meet another pizza guy with another pizza for us. We tell him he can come to a party with us. We´re about to get into the pizza guy´s car when the first pizza guy comes back and tells us we still owe him a euro. We put the pizzas in the car and i look in my pockets if i have any money on me. I find a wrinkled 10€ bill in my pocket but he doesn´t have any change. We´re in a big street so i figure there must be some stores near to get some change. I go into something that looks like a wine store and ask the lady at the counter i she could change the money. She takes out two 50ct coins and a 5ct coin and gives me a coupon for the rest. When i ask her for the whole amount she refuses so i ask for my bill back. She gives it to me and continues cutting some cheese. I go outside and try to find a store when i pass a little stand/booth with some very pretty ladys inside. I ask the one to change the bill and she´s happy to help. (Since my friend had an american buddy staying at his house and we watched GoT together last night my dream was in english again). She says "sure, of course" and hands me my change. She smiles and i thank her. We keep walking and for some reason our car is right next to us despite us walking a couple yards.
[11:00 PM] I am standing in front of the doors of a Chinese restaurant with HorseLime, and a couple of friends from high school. I remember #035-6 in particular, who was wondering why we started standing out here at 1:00 PM, when the restaurant didn't open until 3:30 PM. HorseLime told him it was all part of the plan, and #035-6 responded with, "I trust you." In any case, we wait out there for a while, and, after a bit, HorseLime determines its time to move- we were actually waiting here to stay out of the sun until the other restaurant down the street opened. We were all saying, "that makes sense," and similar things and were about to move but one person, #914-82, decided he should buy something (an elderly Chinese women was behind the desk) because he felt it was rude to just use this person's place otherwise. He bought some Pho thing and we were on our way. I was walking in the proper direction I thought, but ended up with just one other person from the original gang, who I believe was #50-263 from elementary school. We each had a plate of pizza (he had two slices), but were trying to maintain our appetite as we planned on eating a crapload of chinese. We went to sit down in a pizza shop I went to in Kentucky (it was very vividly replicated in my dream). I remember feeling bad, since we brought our own pizza, and others were all waiting for the pizza the store provided. I also remember knowing the pizza shop had good pizza, and ours was pretty tiny and shoddy in comparison. As a side note, I remember also stopping by a gas station or something with my roommate sophomore year. We grabbed a slice of pizza, and I also grabbed some sour patch straws. I remember the cashier said I spent something like $4 a day on average, after my roommate goaded me into getting extra food. He may have been the second person, not #50-263. While sitting around, we finished our slices and I was able to look inside the building. There I remember seeing my father grabbing pipes that were ejecting tons of steam, and placing them into bins of water. I remember being confused as to why the steam only came out when coming into contact with the water, but my father made some explanation that made sense to me at the time. Around this time I looked at my phone and was planning on texting HorseLime to tell us where he was at, but didn't want to bother him, so just waited around a bit longer. The guy I was with turned into an asian girl I didn't recognize, and the pizza shop turned into a Chinese restaurant, and I promptly forgot the fact that I was planning on meeting the other group of people. I began eating different soups very quickly, which the girl did as well, and remember standing up, holding my stomach with a grin, and saying if she was ready to get more. We ate at least three heaping bowlfuls of soup (and I'm not much of a soup fan), and were debating getting a second. We decided against it and exited out of the room into a staircase. I ran down and hid behind the door at the bottom, hoping to scare her when she came out, but she never did. I was wondering where she went, but noticed a film or something was being shot in front of me. It involved a group of people, 3 male, 1 female, trying to solve murder mysteries, and trying to find one man in particular. While observing these people, I remember a series of photographs taking up my vision, that each looked very old (brownish and decayed slightly). As I looked, they would flip through automatically, showing a series of people, some women, some men, always looking in the right, holding up a picture of the next person who I would see. Near the end of the flipping was an image of a fist being formed from a floating hand and striking the ground. (When I woke up, I remember being a bit spooked by the flipbook, as it was very vivid, and I could see each person (and there were many) very clearly). When the hand hit the bottom of the page, my vision went straight to Danny DeVito, holding up a "clue" that said nbsp (an HTML entity) and him reading it as "Nickelback." He concluded that the murderer took pictures of everyone always looking towards the right, with an image of the next victim, and that the murderer would next strike at the biggest rock concert happening in the near future (hence the "Nickelback"). He pointed to a poster that was advertising a large concert. My vision jumped back to the four people in the movie scene, and they then moved into a barn that was nearby (I believe we were in a setting very similar to a Call of Duty map). They each pulled out silenced pistols and began shooting everywhere in the barn, killing one guy that was concluded to be the murderer. Then my view panned through each cast member, and I woke up. [4:00 AM] I don't remember much of this one, but I was in a room of some sorts, and along the wall was a table with ingredients to make salsa. I grabbed a bunch of chips and sour cream possibly, and tossed it into a blender. Covering the blender with a plate, I was able to incrementally blend the food (stopping and restarting when the plate I was using moved to much to the side). The blend I made was for dipping or something. I then began feeling really disgusted, as I noticed lots of little cockroach like bugs around the food. I tried moving them, but I began freaking out (though I don't generally do that with bugs, or cockroaches). I remember hearing my parents arguing as well, though about what I can't remember. They concluded the argument jovially, as they both decided to just smoke (a cigarette and pipe presumably). I remember feeling distaste at this as well.
01-26-2014 -- Cool sort of crossover between Runescape and Roller Coaster Tycoon three. I am playing a live action version of Runescape, and I seem to be doing a new quest or diversion that seems to involve another gnome who looks very similar to the sculptor who does the God Statues, but this one is a slightly beatnik looking painter. He is in a building that seems to be built upon the roof of his mobile home camper, and it is sort of odd because I have to fly up to the top of the camper to manage to get in the building, since it doesn't reach to the ground. (Sort of floating building.) So I enter into the building, and am looking forward to doing some painting with this gnome for some nice, valuable crafting experience. The thing is, the gnome is very unfriendly, doesn't feel like he needs any help, and is pretty much screaming for me to leave him alone. He more or less tries to chase me from the building and tries to run me off, but I get angry, and as he chases me down the hall I grab a bucket of paint and just kind of toss it at a door and he suddenly stops and is amazed at what I have done, and becomes much more friendly. At that point things start to change, and I find I have to paint a large, slate gray roller coaster that I kind of ride in slow motion as I choose what colors to paint various sections of the track. First I throw a large bucket of a light purple paint, which coats the whole thing, sort of a background color that will show through anywhere I don't paint another color. Then I ride along the twisting and turning track, slowly painting alternate sections of the track red and blue. There were also other weird bits about having some minor problems breathing, and filling up some strange small glands with a glowing white light that somehow seemed very reminiscent of the 'meteorites' from the Doctor Who episode Spearhead from Space that contained the Nestene Consciousness, and I eventually found myself eating some Oreo birthday cake cream cookies. Yum! --- 01-27-2014 -- [First dream of the night while 5-HTP is blocking off REM sleep, very choppy and very little detail, but probably the neatest dream of the night if I could remember it. Sigh.] 007 dream, but I am working with the spy, I am not the spy, myself. Hints of time travel, and some neat chase dream stuff, but most of it I just can't remember. Somehow we are trying to save somebody, possibly Bond's wife, or possibly a Doctor Who companion, but if we manage to save her, it is likely it will mean the death of Prince Charles' Camilla, which means we may have government problems if we do this. --- 01-28-2014 -- I find myself doing some foreign travel with an odd composite group that is part Rosemary's family and part Joe and Cindy's family. We are in either China or Japan (not enough to see to tell what is going on), though all the signs are in English, and as we wander around finding food to eat, and interesting things to look at, I am discussing the entire trip with Lexie and Jimmy. Cheryl is not too friendly, but we're traveling the world, so she can't be too upset, either. We're just about to start heading west a bit, and I am planning further site seeing and explorations, especially in Germany and England, and things are sounding nice. But as I continue to walk west, I find myself approaching Cinderella Castle, wandering along the parade route, and come to realize I wasn't in China, but probably It's a Small World. Everybody else has disappeared, and I find I am wandering around the Magic Kingdom. (Not sure Disneyland or Disney World, though the castle did look more like Cinderella than Sleeping Beauty.) I wander over to Main Street, hoping to listen to one of the Refreshment Corner pianists, but it turns out the entirety of Main Street is being refurbished, and is closed down, so I start to wander over toward Frontierland or Adventureland, instead, just kind of poking around, and wondering if I will run into any performers I know from the Club doing Streetmosphere. --- 02-27-2014 -- [Short one with not much detail.] Find myself at the Hickory house, and though there was probably more going on, all I can really remember was that I was taking out some trash, carrying it back to the alley. I knew that there was recyclables to take out, and was planning to remind my roommate to get some, but then I realized one of the bags I had just taken out sounded like it was filled with aluminum cans, and was quite light, so I may have already taken it out for him, even though it wasn't in the proper recycling container. I knew I had a couple of pizza boxes that I wanted to take out of my bedroom, so I went in to get that, but as I shifted through stuff, I kept finding more and more pizza boxes, including two that were actually still full. I sat those aside to eat. Meanwhile, I kept building up a larger and larger stack of pizza boxes, soon maybe 12 to 15, and I was surprised and horrified because I honestly only thought I had three. Then there was a knock on the door, and it was my landlord Rosemary, who just glared at me when she saw the pizza boxes and I tried to apologize. I explained to her that I really thought I had been keeping up with taking them out better. [Funny thing is, I really did have to take out the garbage as soon as I woke from this one, and I do have a roommate that I have to remind to take out his recycling. I also did have to take a couple of pizza boxes out, but I swear it was only two, not the 23 or so that Rosemary once caught me taking out, when I had kind of gotten lazy about removing them.]
01-04-2014 -- [Small scene is all I can remember of the night.] First bit I can remember, I am sitting at what seems like a cross between a sort of campfire and one of the pits you deposit memories in for divination in Runescape. But instead of memories, I seem to be ladling runes out of a sort of pitcher and into the pit. I spill one on the edge of the pit and it kind of looks like the runes look in the game if you drop one. The first part of the dream seems to appear in sort of game graphics, though it is turning more real all the time. It is sort of like half a Runescape quest, and half real life. There is a young teen whose parents have been killed by Shadow Elves, and he is stuck in the woods and needs to manage to stay hidden and survive, or they will kill him, too. Half the time I am the teen, the other half I am trying to set things up to save him. I know I have to build a fire, but I have only some full branches and a few pizza crusts. But I find myself fearing the branches won't catch quickly enough, so I decide to use the pizza crusts as kindling. I am weaving the pizza crusts in and out among the branches, hoping they will burn long enough to catch the actual wood on fire and get a good fire going. But as I am laying out the wood and crust things are changing. I go from being the one doing it to watching the little kid do it, and it is changing from him using the crusts as kindling, to him trying to use the fire to cook a pizza so he can eat. One Shadow Elf who seems to have turned his back on the evil of the Shadow Elves is deciding to help the kid, and he comes into the camp and adds an entire slice of pizza to the fire, but as it has more weight than just the lone crusts, it causes the pizza to stretch and separate, and a portion of it kind of falls off the rest and slides into the fire. There are bugs crawling out of the ground, coming up to try and bite people or maybe steal some pizza. One of them somehow turns into a small dog that is jumping all over the kid, while another gets fought off and squished. Meanwhile I grab a glove and concentrate on it until it turns into a sort of a whip which I use to attack a couple more of the bugs. Very strange stuff.
I was in the van with Ron and he gave me a tray with pizza and a few things on it. It took me a while to get out of the van and when I did I woke up
This is old and I never published it for some reason. Four or five people are sitting around a table and are snorting cocaine. They offer me to join. I decline. I am at some cafe or food court area. There are several restaurants. Only one of them is open; a pizza place. I ask the person behind the to please get me some pizza. She gives me a pita bread with some ketchup on it. Some other dream characters come, and the woman gives them actual pizza. I am jealous and ask some of the other dream characters if they were willing to share. They are not. Several other food-related things took place. Some of the other restaurants came open. I went to a chinese restaurant where they offered noodles. I tried to purchase noodles but they gave me raw dry noodles. I am in some industrial park or power plant area. Odd mix of heavy industry and nature. I find a hole with a ladder leading underground. I open it and some man emerges wearing heavy high-tech looking armor, something like the fallout armor. The armor grants him superhuman strength and he begins throwing rocks and large pieces of stone at me and other dream characters. Me and the other dream characters fight back by [dream logic] throwing fruit [/dream logic] Supposedly it was because the fruit had acid in it that would cause the armor to rust and freeze up. I get hit by one of the rocks, and die but become partially lucid upon the moment of my death and reset the situation. I help coordinate the dream characters and instead of simply attacking we plan an ambush and end up defeating the man in the armor. I am in what feels like a combination of a shopping mall and my middle school. I am lucid, and try to throw a plasma ball. It fails.
Updated 08-06-2014 at 10:04 PM by 53527
Pizza delivery guy I am walking towards my house when I notice there's this dude following me. This scares me, and as soon as I reach the edge of my property, I take a sharp turn into the garden. And God forbid, he follows! I consider my escape routes when he is suddenly too close, next to me. I look at him, and he has fair skin and blonde hair. He turns to me too, with a grin. "So you're also going this way?" He says to me in a friendly way. At first I am confused, but it fades as I notice the pizza box he's carrying. "Yes," I think I say "So you're the pizza delivery guy?" We don't ever order pizza, but in my dream I don't question this. Or why he is walking through my yard. We enter my house. My mother welcomes him and takes the pizza. To my suprise, he follows us into the dining room and grabs himself a small, white plate from a stack on the table. He then proceeds to sit down next to me as if it was the most normal thing in the world. My family and I start eating the pizza, but the pizza delivery guy still has an empty plate. As I don't think this is polite, I pick of some of the topping of my pizza, 1/4 slice of cucumber and a salad leaf to be precise, and place it in front of him. "Thank you for serving me." He says gratefully. "Do you know Simen?" I say (Simen is a friend) "No." "You look like him." He seems older than my friend, but he has the same round face and child-like, warm eyes. This is where my memory ends. The abandoned post My friend, Wendy, takes me and another one of my friends, Jenny, into an abandoned war post. The colours in the dream are very dark and grey-ish. There is still a war going on. Dolls are spread out on the floor. Wendy instructs me and Jenny where to hide when the nuclear bombs hit. She tells us leather will protect our skin, but wood will burn. I understand that the people who used to live here are dead - that the only thing that remains of their bodies is the heavy dust I am breathing in. When we have settled, Wendy tells us that she had a relationship with an officer. She then talks about how one of her ovaries are clogged, and therefore it is very unlikely for her to get pregnant. She calims she is sterile, but I know she's lying, because somehow, I knew she once had an abortion. Then, I begin accusing her of things and promoting safe sex, without realizing the absurdness of the entire situation. The dream then takes me into the past and I see her great grandmother, who also claims she is unable to have children. The great grandma is flirting with an officer. I then notice the red band around on of the arms of his jacked, and realize what this means.. The dream ends. All names are changed. .. In the next dream I am accused of theft and vandalism by a person who is ripping off my friend. No reason to go into detail. Note: Can't help but notice similarity between the War Post-dream and this: Deadly doll - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views
Updated 03-21-2014 at 11:29 AM by 68198 (Sometimes I wonder what the heck my subcon. is trying to tell me)
1. I was walking down this dam and out of no where the sky got really dark, despite it being a sunny day. Then a tornado came out of no where and I hit the deck. It actually passed RIGHT over me, but it was weird because I felt no suction whatsoever and it was actually kind of funny. Should have realized this and become lucid. 2.I first remember being at this buffet type place with only a couple people there. I can distinctly remember grabbing my plate, then getting a piece of chicken parm pizza, potato wedges (which the guy had JUST put out, so they were fresh and yummy), and then went back to get a piece of chocolate pie. I then walked outside and realized I had forgotten to pay. Then I went back inside to do so and everyone working there was all freaked out for some reason and packing up. Then the dream got a little less concrete and I remember going out back and helping some guy replace the water heater, which I'm not sure what had to do with anything else but yeah. 3. I was at school and in the restroom there were a bunch of people texting, not too unreasonable. However I then went back to lunch and the bell rang, and for some reason I was just moving really slow (happens to me a lot in dreams, despite my best efforts) and I was late to class. Then the teacher came running out of the room and said he had the wrong class and told everyone to wait in the cafeteria. Then a bunch of cops showed up (some of which were my teachers, weird) and began this big investigation of I'm not sure what. That's about all I remember.
12-29-2013 -- [This one was very detailed, but not all that exciting. Oh well, I still find it kind of interesting.] I am staying in a big house which I have dreamed of before, which is owned by BAM, and has a strange terrace-like area with bathrooms and a pool on multiple levels. I am being urged to hurry and get ready to go somewhere by a dark-haired teen who is probably 15 or 16, but reminds me of Auggie from Covert Affairs. It seems I have agreed to drive him somewhere and he is in a hurry to get there. He is going to be a little upset with me, because I decide I need to have a shower, first. I start climbing down toward the pool, then back up toward the bathroom, but when I get there, I find that BAM is using the shower, and is just climbing out, and since we are no longer on good terms, I want to get out of there before she sees me and accuses me of spying on her or something. As I try to hurry back the way I came, I bump something, and she hears it, and starts to come after me, so I am hurrying, yet trying to stay out of sight. I manage to make it, and as I get back to my room I decide I will have to forgo the shower, and just start getting dressed. Unfortunately, I am interrupted by another person who comes in. She is a teen girl, and I think she is the boy's sister. She is kind of pudgy, and most reminds me of the daughter from the animated series Wait 'til Your Father Gets Home. She is practically screaming at me, accusing me of eating her Totino's pizzas. I know I haven't eaten any Totino's but my own, so I come to the kitchen to check the freezer. I discover that actually all the frozen pizzas have been eaten, and whoever ate them then took the empty pizza boxes and stuck them back into the freezer to hide the fact that they'd been eaten for a time. I am very annoyed, and explain that I think Scott ate them all, and I am very angry at him for both stealing the food, and for hiding the fact in such a way. [In actuality, Scott is a brand new roommate who just moved in where I am currently living. While I do not yet feel comfortable around him, I do not believe he is stealing any food.] Soon I am dressed, and am walking past the large dinner table, where a bunch of visiting relatives are sitting and chatting. It is an odd cross of BAMs relatives and those of Joe L's family, and as I pass, I give a nod to the kid wanting a ride to follow me. We walk outside, and approach a small red sedan. I have a lot on my mind, and am thinking about a work shift, and without really thinking about it, climb in, start the engine, and drive off, leaving the kid standing there. I realize it a few seconds later, as I find myself driving along a busy tourist strip that seems to probably be Highway 192. I realize what I have done, and make a u-turn to go back for him, just to stop almost immediately because he has been running behind me, and almost managed to keep up. I stop the car and let him get in, then start apologizing profusely. Then there is a time jump, and we are back home, having already finished whatever errand I was taking him on, and perhaps even having finished the work shift I was thinking about. The kid is now spending time with his family, though there may be a small bit about a missing cell phone that gets me thinking about the situation with Scott forgetting his cellular phone at work. I find myself sitting across the street from the house, trying to build a strange model of a roller coaster out of those old orange Hot Wheels tracks. It is supposed to be a short shuttle coaster sort of ride, except it is a small, complete oval, including a loop, though I am having problems making it all fit together right with the coaster station. A woman walks across the street from the house to see me, and she looks like Cindy L, but has the current negative attitude toward me of BAM. Somehow one or both of us is somehow shrink-wrapping a book or something, and I try to give her a serious compliment that just fails to come out well, but we still manage to end on slightly better terms.
I sit down at a bar, having a good time while I can. "Buttery nipples for us!" My favorite drink of this lifetime. Pure fun. I remember the one and only time I've had these in waking life. A friend's going away party with just three of us non-fucking lesbians. I down a shot. It tastes exactly how I remember it. I wonder if this time I'll black out too. I don't. Later in the night I head out and take myself for a walk in the snow. Dream characters pop up alongside the sidewalk. I pass each one, watching as they fizzle out moments after their manifestation. It's so empty these days. There's got to be someone I can create to have a play partner. I need to outdo the last creation. Something bigger and more encompassing, with numerous conflicting personality traits. None of these match what I'm searching for. All I want is something entertaining. I manifest myself a slice of pepperoni pizza and eat it while I think. Already done everything I want in dreams. Not much interest in people at this point. Best experiences lately have been when interacting with animals. They don't ask questions. No titillating goals, no fears, no more concern. No more enthusiasm. Yet I have to be here nightly. I must find something worthwhile to do. Must be entertained. What to do. Maybe I'll go and get hitched in dreaming. Find some muggle man to torment nightly. Create dream babies and adopt a demon or two. Maybe. That could be fun for a few weeks. I'd rather play with aliens. Not a bad idea either. They might top 'animals' at this point.
Morning of November 21, 2013. Thursday. In my dream, I am in a school, apparently, but there seem to be attributes that remind me a lot of my sister’s house on Loomis Street, though bigger in area. A foreman and friend who had shot himself in real life (Patrick; nickname Hooker) seems to be one of the teachers or actually more like a composite also inclusive of a high school science teacher. It is going on nine o'clock at night (which I do not see until near the end of my dream by looking at a clock on the south wall). All of the students (we seem to be in our twenties and thirties) are working on helping to manually put together some workbooks that are somehow for the benefit of the whole school, which does not seem a practical endeavor. I have already completed one book and will apparently get a small payment. It involves starting from the first page and simply writing sums that increment by one or ten or whatever from that point to the end of the book. The books are 96-page ruled exercise books of 8mm feint, about 9 x 7 inches I think. Horizontally, there is room for four problems or possibly five. I am continuously annoyed by seeing that the second one I am to complete is not perfect on yet the first page when looking back and that there are errors in what I had written, including not having an extra space between the sets so that they run together a little too closely from top to bottom (not leaving enough room for whoever solves them), accidentally skipping the lower addend of a sequence now and then, etc. I spend a lot of time erasing, never getting past the first three rows. The first page seems to start with 100 + 1 (column form - all problem templates are in column form), 100 + 2, 100 + 3, 100 + 4, and so on. Eventually, I happen to skim the pages and notice a few pages with colorful stickers here and there (apparently put in by someone else earlier during the day) that have similar problems with pictures and take up about the same space as the written efforts - and will supposedly end up filling the same logical sequencing when all the manual work is done (while manually skipping the sticker regions that are part of the sequencing). Most of the colorful stickers are nearer to the middle of the booklet. After that, I see that there are several pages of complex equations which fill each page, several pages in from the front, and realize that the book is something I should keep and had in fact started to make into a school workbook accidentally (from it being with the others for a short time but long enough for someone else to have worked on it prior). Not wanting to mess my book up any more than it is I inform the teacher that I will finish it later (a deliberate lie - I will start anew on another one - this one will not be “missed” as it was already mine) and casually insert it into the middle area of a larger exercise book within my larger binder. Around this time I also look at the clock (which is higher on the wall, only about a foot down from the ceiling) and see it is about nine o'clock at night and so I wonder why everyone is still working, as I reason the classwork should have probably ended around 4:30 in the afternoon. I eventually reflect on a false memory that someone (not sure who) had ordered some pizzas and drink for me (in addition to perhaps a couple other friends or classmates) about an hour and a half prior - and that it is my responsibility to pick it up now. The pizza place is supposedly adjacent to our “school” and north of it and open until midnight but I have concerns on how I will prove to the cashiers that I am the one who is supposed to pick up the order - yet I am also not entirely sure when the school session ends. I am still looking forward to it, assuming it all works out and that the cashiers will know what they are doing. I am thinking on that for awhile and wake up before leaving the “school” via the front east entrance.
8/30/2013, 10:20-6:59 I meditated twice before going to sleep. I wrote down some stuff that happened in my day journal. I did a mantra before falling asleep in bed, "I remember my dreams." Last, I also woke up at 3:55, and stayed up for 3 minutes till 3:58.I ended up with two pretty vivid dreams and one dream fragment. Dream 1: There was a pizza world and a color world floating through space. The color world had red, blue, green, and yellow "yarn" sown onto it. There was also a basement somewhere else in space (the basement of the universe? ). The controllers of these two worlds, and a few of their associates, were in this basement. It seemed as though the pizza world leader had the color world leader in chains attached to the ceiling. There was a single light bulb that kept swinging and was the only light source in the basement (might have been earthquakes or basement shaking?). The pizza world leader was interrogating the color world leader like a lawyer, with his hands behind his back, palm in palm. Every time the color world leader answered a question wrong, water was spilled on his face and the pizza world grew bigger. The pizza world leader was torturing the color world leader. This went on for a while until the pizza world took over the color world. The dream eventually ends with a bunch of pizza on the "camera". Dream 2: I remember going on a quad ride with my family. We used the two quads, and managed to fit four people on them. We went up into the woods, on some path. There were a few ditches and mountains and stuff. Eventually the path we were on ended, and we started heading back. I then fell off one of the quads, probably my brother, J's. I was then going to go on Dad's because J kept going and didn't stop for me. I was fine with that because J drives like a madman. Mom got off Dad's quad and said she'd walk. We kept going till we found J's quad trapped in a ditch. He tried to get out of it backwards, but flipped the quad over as we passed! The dream ends there. Dream 3: I remember looking at a Caucasian blonde girl. She had a cute skirt on, and her shirt might have been white (possibly Catholic school uniform?). She had no panties on, and was lifting her skirt up. I almost got to see her vagina, then the dream ends .
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08-29-2013 -- [Short dream with not too much to it, that turned out to be quite detailed and long.] Something about cats, other animals, and possibly digging holes in the back yard at the Hickory house. Something else about BC being around. Then I find myself in a classroom setting. It feels very like a high school class, though the teacher is Julie Davey. No idea what the subject is. I've just finished a test of some sort, and it seemed somewhat quick and simple. I seem to be spending the time afterward brainstorming some fiction writing or something, perhaps a Victor story, when Julie comes by for my test, surprised I am done so quickly. I explain I think I did quite well, and she agrees, knowing how I always seem to test pretty well, and I start rummaging through my things until I come across the newspaper clipping we were supposed to be reviewing after the test. Glancing at the picture, wondering what it is about, I see almost a full-size model of a rocket, made out of huge balloons, and am thinking how I've made a similar ship out of a 160 and a bee body many times. Julie looks at the clock, and it is just a couple of minutes before 5:30, so she tells us to start gathering our things, and get back to a more usual seating arrangement than the random groupings we'd been in. I end up sitting next to a cute blonde, waiting for the last couple of minutes to end, and we somehow seem to be talking about how about half the class had left at 1:30. Perhaps it was an optional class or something. Class is soon over, and I find myself approaching Dale's house. I almost seem to be floating over the Nabisco plant to reach his driveway. (Considering later in the dream I am lucid and do some flying, perhaps I was flying here, as well.) I am driving a car, but as I approach their driveway, I remember something about them repaving it, and I walk up carrying my motorcycle, trying to get it on the strip of grass next to the paved driveway, where all their cars are parked, right now. (In real life, that strip of grass is at most a foot and a half wide.) I find myself passing three animals that seem to look a lot like wolves, and I am a little worried, but not much. Then they shift and sit up, then start to hop off, and I realize they aren't wolves, but kangaroos, and wonder what the heck they are doing in Buena Park? Somehow I seem to be soaked, so I am taking off my pants and shirt and dropping them on the cycle, and wrapping myself in a big gray towel. About that time, Kevin wanders out of the house, says a couple of sentences of what seems to be gibberish, and then climbs in a car and drives off, which worries me. (He's not allowed to drive.) I open the door to the house and walk in, only thinking about what I might walk into to barging into somebody else's house without knocking after I get inside, so I kind of bashfully knock on the wall. Fred and Betty are in the living room, and they don't seem to have minded my walking right in. I spot odd movement on the floor, and find myself looking at an odd white and pink puppy that seems to be a cross between a bijon and a poodle, though the coloring looks like some of the white and pink snakes I saw pictures of on the internet a few months ago. Soon I see two more wiggling out from under the blank. I ask Betty "You got new dogs?", kind of surprised. She tells me they don't know if they will keep them. I have brought a cheap pizza with me, and open the refrigerator to put it in there, and see they have maybe 3/4 of a huge 26 inch party pizza from Ciro's sitting in there, pepperoni and sausage. Wish I'd known ... I wouldn't have bothered with the lousy one I got. I'm thinking I have to see if I can snag a couple of slices. Meanwhile, I am trying to find Dale, so I walk a few feet down the corridor to his room, but when I glance inside, he has a couple of girls in there, with him. [Not doing anything wrong ... this isn't that kind of dream.] I'm thinking about razzing him about it, until I realize I am still walking around wrapped in a towel, and decide I had better get some clothes on. It seems today is a big ball game of some sort, and they have a lot of people over to see it. I walk outside, wanting to get my clothes, but somehow the area has changed a little, and I have to climb a fence (like we were going to visit Bertha) to get back to where my motorcycle is parked, I finally find it, and grab my blue shirt and start putting it on, just to discover I am putting it on over the top of another one. Somehow a shirt and pants just appeared on my body, and I realize I am dreaming. I try to hop the fence back to Dale's, but somehow I seem to be being pulled in the opposite direction. So I leap up and try to fly, and manage the flying, but am getting sucked at high speed toward what was the Nabisco plant. I go crashing through a wall, and find myself standing in a room surrounded by people. It seems I have somehow been kind of summoned, as I am now surrounded by lots of people, and they have called me to be a candidate, as they try to figure who they want as their candidate for president. There are a bunch of other candidates as well, and they are talking to people, making speeches, and all of them are holding on to their wives. Every one. I look around and see an attractive blonde (she kind of looks like Reese Witherspoon) watching everything, and I grab her and pull her to me, just kind of joking around. She turns to tell me off, and our eyes meet, and wow! It's like we suddenly know everything about each other. Her head kind of tilts to the side as she studies me, and a small grin starts to form on her face before I lean in and give her a gentle kiss, then wrap my arm around her shoulder. We're now a couple, and very happy to have found each other. But she is working here, and has things to do, so I have to let her go for a time. The others and I are writing speeches and songs or something, and I am singing a little ditty I've been working on. It's not fabulous, but it's not too bad, either. But one of the others makes a really nasty comment about it. I turn to him, ready to rip into his song, but I don't really want to run that kind of a campaign, so I have to settle for simply telling him his needs some work, too. Besides, I don't really have all that much interest in singing some kind of political song. Instead, I decide I want to sing to my new love, and am trying to remember the words to a song I wrote about 18 years ago called Love with Me. In waking life I can remember it fine, but in the dream, it was a struggle. Meanwhile, I have no voice, so I am not going to be able to sing well, but I hope the words (and the fact that I wrote it) will still have meaning to her. Dale is here, as well, and we are wandering around the convention, and for some reason I am carrying a fire hose with me, though it isn't spraying. We're just approaching a stadium, and preparing to look for seats, and I am wondering just how much length this hose has, as I've dragged it a pretty far distance by this time. My new girlfriend shows up, and I drape my arm around her shoulder, lean my head against her, and just relax in the wonderful feeling of having her there next to me.
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