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Cay's Dreams
-I was on the bus, on a side road that branches off of the main one, which we go down to drop off a couple of kids. Suddenly, the bus came to a screeching halt. People fell out of their seats. We were herded off the bus and into an open trailer, which would seem to be made to accomodate cattle, except for the handrails that resembled those on either side of an escalator. J.G. stood at the front like a tour guide, and cordially informed us that we were going to "experience meat processing first hand".

-I was attending some school dance. I left earlier than planned, and I'm pretty sure I changed clothes in full view somewhere. Time skip. People were at my house, many of whom I didn't know; in fact, the only ones I recognized among them S.G., D.M., D.Cl., and D.B. I guess it might've been a sort of party. I stayed in my room most of the time.

-I was on some sort of racing cart with Azra and D.R. I was steering, Azra was in charge of acceleration/deceleration, and D.R. just waved a flag at the back, and shouted rude things at the other racers as we wound through a mucky, wet, mostly brick city that from the accents of the competitors I suspected was in England.

-I was at my brother's and sister-in-law's again, as I had been the preceding evening. I played with the baby a bit, and wrestled with the dog. The television was turned to an unfamiliar news channel. I heard without really listening, "I lost myself, I lost myse-e-elf...." then my ears pricked up as the anchorwoman began with "Radiohead frontman Thom Yorke, 42, died at 12:50 PM today when his flight bound for..." "Dude, what?!" I cried, waking the baby, who cried in turn. "...Yorke was a cult icon who will surely be mourned this evening worldwide." The broadcast ended with the end of "Last Flowers"- "...too bright, too powerful..." and the fading image of Yorke at a piano.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an audience, probably on the far left side, a few rows back from the front, in a zoo-theatre. On the stage were two workers, one at the front of the stage and one at the back. The one at the back of the stage wore a white jumpsuit and cap and may have been mopping the floor. The one at the front stood before two "polar bears."

The two "bears" stood up and were on the right (my right) side of the stage. The stood next to each other, side to side, so that it was hard for me to see the one in the back. The one toward the front, however, did not look much like a real polar bear, but like a mix between a polar bear and the huge, shaggy dog on Sesame Street. It was all shaggy, and its face, except a huge, black nose, was covered over with shaggy fur.

It was like I had come in in the middle of the worker's act. He was telling everybody how he could freeze a polar bear so that it wouldn't hurt him, even when he got close to it. He was now standing right in front of the front polar bear (which towered over him), repeating the words, "Don't move, don't move." He may also have been stroking the bear's right arm.

The bear didn't move, and it only seemed to be slightly annoyed by the zoo worker. The zoo-worker then said that this was all a matter of training, and that on some days the training still didn't work. So it was kind of a dangerous thing to do.

The bear now turned toward us in the audience. I was now in the very front row, on the very far right side, very close to the front polar bear. The bear, turning to us, made a weird motion with his arms, like a magician's gesture, and made a "sshha!" sound, which was also supposed to be magic.

Nobody reacted to the bear. I don't think anybody knew or cared what it was doing. But I understood. The bear wanted to hypnotize and freeze somebody else. He wanted the hypnotizing relationship to be reciprocal, so that he could feel he had a little control over the situation. So I did my best to act hypnotized and frozen, to make the polar bear feel good.

The worker was now over at the left side of the stage. He lifted a baby polar bear out of something like a cradle or one of those clear hospital beds for newborns. The baby bear looked like an actual animal. But it was long and greyish, like a seal, with arms and legs like a polar bear.

The worker said the baby bear was just at the beginning of its training, so that the worker's ability to freeze the baby bear would be less predictable. But the worker thought he could do it. But as soon as he tried, the baby bear took a swipe with his sharp claws at the worker's mouth.

The worker said, "Whoa!" and put the baby bear back in its bed. He then told the audience, "Yeah, I don't think we can do it today. The baby bear isn't being agreeable."

Dream #2

I, possibly as someone else, was in a small boat in something like a Venetian (?) canal at night. I saw myself as if from behind and separated by ten meters or so.

The canal was much wider than usual, and it was in the midst of a town that looked almost as if it were made only of wooden frames and scaffolding. The whole thing was very still, and it was lit from above with something like stage lights.

My small boat was close to a small, wooden dock, at which knelt a kind of young, handsome, Arabic man. The man had a moderate mustache and a slightly stubbly face. He wore robes and a small, wrapped headdress. He had given me some kind of advice, which I accepted. I was now rowing, or simply drifting, away in my boat.

I was now in an airplane, possibly with my brother. The plane was crashing into the ocean, not far from some small island.

There was some kind of narration over the event, possibly as a memory from a female passenger. She said something about how everybody was acting okay as the plane crashed. But, she said, once the plane flipped upside-down, it was extremely difficult for everybody to stay composed. It was even painful.

I hadn't remembered the plane flipping over. I thought, Is that really how it's going to happen? I don't know if I can take it!

But the plane flipped over and crashed into the water. As it flipped over and crashed, I seemed to be separated from the whole situation, as if only imagining in my head all the different painful possibilities of being flipped upside-down in an airplane, crashing my head against the ceiling, etc.

There was a lot of panicked feeling, but it all kind of faded away. The scene faded into my brother and I floating in the boat on the canal. We had drifted out toward the center of the canal. We sat up and began rowing our way back to the sides.

There had been some huge storm and flood in the canal. My brother and I had barely survived. But the water levels were now back to normal. Things were calm.

We were rowing our way to a portion of the canal that was light with morning light, not dark, like the previous portion of canal (still) was. We rowed in the water between two long, wooden docks. On the platform at the end of and between the two docks stood the Arabic man. I realized that the advice this man had given me had saved me and my brother.

I somehow left my brother on the front end of the left dock. I rowed back toward the end.

I approached the man. He either reached out or bent over to help me up to the dock. He also had an object in his hand. It looked like some kind of NERF toy. It was a hot-pink circle outline against a black circle of fabric, like some kind of pad for catching velcro balls.

I was very grateful for the man's advice. I wanted to prove it in a really personal way. So I asked the man, "How do you say 'thank you' in Arabic?"

The man asked, "Arabic?" He stood up and looke a little confused, maybe even uneasy. I noticed that a couple other men were with the Arabic man. They were all doing some kind of work in the city behind them. The city may have been white stone buildings or more of the wood-frame structures. The whole scene was bathed in gentle, yellow sunlight.

I was worried the man wasn't Arabic. But he finally answered something like, "Meretas," or, "Muhretas."

I was still in the boat, rowing back toward the front of the dock. The man walked alongside me, or a little behind, on the left (as I had approached them) dock. The man and I were discussing something.

I was working a little too hard to make the man feel at ease. I still felt like I had somehow offended him by asking him how to say "thank you" in Arabic. I felt like he now also regarded me suspiciously. I was trying to prove I wasn't suspicious.

I was walking the dogs at a military installation. I noticed that the periphery was surrounded by a tall chain-link fence. We got to an area with a wide open field and I thought it would be a good place to let the dogs run. So I took them off their leashes. Shortly after that, I noticed groups of children up on the hill. They were all around the same age and I realized that there must be an elementary school over the ridge. I didn't want to disturb them or frighten them, so I decided I had better get the dogs away from there. I looked around for them and they were at the far side of the field. Good, they were not near the children. I made my way over to where they were. When I had almost caught up to them, they ran into a housing area. There were several other dogs in the street where my dogs had gone. I was getting ready to call them back to me when a black pit bull attacked Bongo. He had him pinned down on the ground. I decided I had better stay back and call them from where I was at, because the other two might also be attacked if we were in their territory. I ran a few yards back and then called them. Two dogs came scrambling up to me. They were both friendly, but neither of them were mine so I shoed them away and called some more. Another dog came up to me. I was looking up at the time because I was distracted by a noise. I clipped the leash onto the dog. There were several helicopters in the sky and a couple of airplanes. Then another airplane came into view that was spinning out of control. There was no doubt that it was going to crash. I ran to get a better view. I had to pull the dog with me, because he did not want to follow. A building obstructed my view, so continued to run toward an openning, trying to keep the plane in view, all the while pulling the dog behind me. I got one more glimpse of the plane before it was out of sight. I finally made it to the clearing, but the plane was nowhere in sight. It must have gone down somewhere behind the trees to my left. The dog was still pulling backward. This was not typical behavior for my dogs. I looked behind me to see which one it was and was surprised to find out it was not my dog. No wonder why he was not cooperating. Then, I looked around at the field I was standing in. There were groups of soldiers working around big crates. some were digging with shovels and others were trying to pry the crates open. The helicopters were now leaving the area. They must have delivered the crates. Obviously I was observing a training exercise. End of dream.

Date: 08-19-10
Length: 30 Minutes
Vividness: 10/10

I was sitting on an airplane with my girlfriend Dakota to my right, and a mother and child to my left who were watching T.V. together.

I was on my iPhone registering for this website about condoms, when the "fasten seatbelt" sign came on.
The pilot announced that we had to put on our seatbelts and that we couldn't watch T.V. at the moment so the mom told her son to say goodbye to the man on T.V. and he did.

Suddenly, we sky-rocketed downwards, watching the altitude meter race downwards.
It wasn't very scary, somehow I knew we were going to be fine right before we hit the ground.
It felt as if I had done this before.

As we were falling, Dakota told me she wished she had an iPhone like mine to give her hope, so I gave mine to her.
Right before we hit the ground, the captain pulled upwards and we rolled towards an enormous tree.

Everything was suddenly in third person and the plane was tiny, and very far away.
It jumped over tree roots and landed in a field.
Suddenly, a gigantic mutated chicken came out and started pecking at the plane.
It was about 5 times the size of the plane.. And extremely ugly.
A few mutated crabs were crawling around the plane as well.

-frenchblablabla

I got on a plane with my cousins Amanda, Nathan, my Uncle, Aunt, and a family friend named Dawn, along with my own immediate family. The plan hit turbulence so we strapped in. Then it started going down, flipped over and sank into the sea. The plane slowly sank to the ocean floor and water began to slowly flood in. We went to the lower level of the plane which was now on top. The lower level of the plan happened to look like my basement. Everyone huddled together, scared of dying.

I started crying because I didn't want to drown and I wished the plan had just exploded so it would be over quickly. Dawn said I should look out the window and watch the fish swim by to distract myself. It didn't work! I started praying for God's help. Then me, my mother, my aunt, and my cousin all held hands and said the 'Our Father'. I then found my Dad in the crowd and told him I loved him. Then I sat by the window again to wait for death to come.

I thought about how at least now I didn't have to worry about going to school, paying off loans, or getting a career. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a glowing white light that continued to grow. I reached out to it, assuming I'd died and the angels had come for me. But soon all I could see was light and when it faded we were at my house. The plane wreckage was in my front yard along with the survivors. My mother insisted we were alive and had been miraculously saved. My father and I figured we had all died and this was some sort of Purgatory.

My Notes
Non-lucid
Lucid
Awake

So I wake up to make 6 hour alarm as usual. I realise quickly that I'm far too sleepy to try WILD. I can't focus on anything. Being in this drowsy state, I never think of getting up and waking up.

I have a short dream. In the dream I'm in bed still. My parents are talking to me about how It's very late, and I'm going to be late for school. I wake up quickly, very relived that didn't actually happen.

I get back to sleep, and I have the almost exact same dream as before. I wake up, relived again.

I'm standing at an airport runway. To my left is the youtuber "T2." Suddenly, a plane appears out of nowhere and land on the runway. I notice that it's going very fast, and it's just landed at the very end of the runway. The plane makes a loud and sharp turn to the left. A few moments later, it crashes head-first into a building in the distance. I can't see the front of the plane, but I can see it explodes. The entire plane is on fire. The fire is abnormally bright. T2 makes some rude remark about the event, and then the dream ends.

I'm in a room, sitting on an old upright piano. To my right is an old-fashioned lift. To my left is a movie set similar to Star Wars.
A man walks in. He has a short beard and read hair. I know that he's a big time actor. He begins talking about how the lift is actually real. Some people (including myself) don't really believe him. I believe him a few moments later, when suddenly I get the feeling that the room suddenly moved (like when a lift does). Silly dream logic.
The man starts talking about acting. He says something about how he used to have to kiss an overweight girl who didn't like him.

A new dream begins. In this dream I'm in a grey room. The carpet is similar to mine.It is very long and narrow. The room is filled up with chairs just like a theatre: higher chairs at the back, and lower ones up front. Behind me to the left is a Japanese kid, who is also named Matt. At one point I looked at him.
At the front of the room is a small stage for people to stand. There is a teacher standing there. She is holding lots of bags. Each bag is filled with lots of small chocolate sweets. Apparently they are for a very hard school project. I'm now at the very bottom of the room. At the very bottom are two beds. Both are bunk beds. I'm sitting in one. I'm happy because nobody can see me from here.
The teacher (who is female) now takes me into the other room. Annoyed, she asks me why I didn't receive a bag. I respond by saying each time I got mine, it turned out to be for another Matt. After all this the teacher started going on about something else I've forgotten. She accepted this, and I went back into the bed.
There was a middle-aged teacher (male) standing on the stage now. He put a white metal shelf filled with valuables on the stage. A kid named Dale.C for some reason, ran straight into it. I was surprised nothing fell off. Around this time, a girl my age walked down all the chairs, across the stage and out the room completely naked. A few people yelled out childishly at her. I just looked away. This happened more than once.
The male teacher was in front of me now. He was standing in front of a small table. On the table was one of those tools you use to see if a surface is level. I was very long, red and was bent at one point, pointing up. He called me by a nickname I hate, and he asked me to help him click it into place. I'm holding it and I just can't seem to manage. I tell him I'm no good and this stuff and sit down, slightly embarrassed. He keeps calling me that nickname, but nobody laughs. A large student then jumps on the tool. I can't remember what he did to it though.
There's another kid on the bed with me now. He shows me how to fold the quilt. The quilt is black and has the texture of a sleeping bag. I thank him. That's all I remember from the dream.

I'm somewhere outside my local milk bar. There are lots of black people around me, all of them wearing black clothes made of leather. For some reason I just know they're trolls (like internet trolls, but in real life), and they're about to troll the milk bar. I go into the milk bar. There are about 5 of them walking around, one of which is a girl. I expected there to be more. One of them walks into a room he's not supposed to be in. There's an Asian substitute worker there. She seems overwhelmed, and she doesn't know how to deal with all of them.
I grab a big blue bar of chocolate and some sort of drink. I ask the lady how much it will all cost, and she says something like, "2 dollars in English pound, 4 dollars 53c in Australian currency." I figure I have about 70c to spare. I look around asking how much everything costs. I want to buy the best item worth 70c. I end up buying a strange twisted light pink strap.
I notice my blue chocolate bar is already open and some blocks are missing. I go to replace it with a new one, and wonder if it's rude to do so. I pass one of the trolls who is about my age, and we laugh about something. I walk up to the counter and turn in all the stuff I want to buy. I take out a pile of coins and realise that most of them are English coins (I live in Australia). I try to read them, but they're in a language I've never seen before. I apologise to her, and she tells me I have to put one item back. I look down to find I have about 3 different drinks. I don't remember buying any of them. I can only keep one. She suggests I keep the orange one. I agree, but I still don't have enough. I ended up having to pay her back. I say I'll promise to remember to pay her back, because if I don't I'd feel very guilty and bad.

Sorry for the wall of text. I had to write this down on my iPod when I woke up, and again just now. Painful.

Two very huge planes in my dream are going over the town I was in.. I say town because it really didn't look like a city area but more so of a town with wooded areas. These two planes were very huge not commercial planes more like ones used to move cargo or lots of people or stuff. The first plane went down hitting the woods..and the second plane had a multi flag attached.. it showed brazil, america and another country not sure if it was cuba. Anyway this plane goes over my head and it too crashes in the distance and direction that first one hit the ground.
Some guy was trying to get into one of the mail boxes that had fallen from one of the planes and people told him don't do it. The man was shot by the military.. somehow I get the mailbox or the huge metal box and inside are letters and pencils.. weird items.
But the stand out part of my dream was the plane coming down with the huge flag that displayed other flags of other countries.

[B]#16[/B]
[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]My class is having a lesson, we're by a lake or something. Something about gummibears flying in the air. Also something about fish being thrown into the lake. Me and P need to practice something with the fish while a plane is flying over above us, ready to land on a track not far from where we are.
The plane crashes, there's panic, half a plane and lots of fire.
We rush to help, someone asks us how we're going to help, I reply [I]"Well I guess we'll see"[/I] and shrugged.
There is an unknown girl with a green jacket on the plane which is still on fire, her face is hidden by her hair. I yell for her to jump, she jumps and I catch her. The second she's safe, I move on. Apperantly, a few people from my class is there, on the plane (Maybe on the wing?) but I didn't try to help them, as I thought they looked safe enough.
I helped another unknown girl exactly the same way as before, she was wearing a blue shirt and her face was also hidden.
Now, the fire is sort of under control, and everyone has gotten out of danger. I walk into a room not far from the plane, where my classmates are hanging out. There's a fridge and a few sofas. A guy from my class and a girl, B and Z are talking about what happened, seems like they were actually on the plane. Z says they heard a crack before the plane crashed. B says nothing too bad happened, just a guy broke his leg. But I had seen people on fire.
I'm following N over some fences, doing lazy vaults (parkour) over them. N says something to me, I reply in german trying to make a parody of Nightcrawler from X-Men 2.
I feel like I need to see those two girls I helped, so I walk around a little aimlessly, trying to find them.

There's those magnetic letters sticked to the fridge in that small room. A small boy wants to change the letters to his name. A woman helps him do it.[/COLOR]

The dream starts off in a with Vincent Valentine (a character from the Final Fantasy 7 franchise) walking down a road in a dark forest at night. There are few buildings here and there but they seem abandoned. There seems to be no other people and there is only one car (a black 70s trans-am), parked on the side of the road. Vincent gets into the car and drives for a while. The dream becomes a bit fuzzy here and there is something to do with trying to find two children who are lost in the forest, but I cannot remember most of the details. Eventually Vincent arrives at a small town just outside of the forest, where he disappears from the dream and the town begins to resemble my neighbourhood.

Everything in the dream, up till this point, was viewed in a third-person perspective but now I am in the dream and everything is from my perspective. Or perhaps this is a completely different dream, but to me they seemed to run right into each other.

I have a false awakening and sit up in bed because there is a very loud sound that roars somewhere directly above, followed by an explosion that rocks the entire house. The loud noise that woke me up sounded like a commercial airliner and sure enough when I look out my bedroom window (through the billowing smoke and flames) I can see the remains of a giant aircraft that has crashed just metres from my house. I am terrified at this point because I think everything is real due to the false awakening that I have not yet realized has occured.

The smoke and the fire spread very quickly and the walls and various stuff in my bedroom catch fire. I run upstairs (my bedroom is in the basement) and frantically look for the fire extingusher in the hall closet, but I notice some people standing in my driveway. I run outside and the people turn out to be volunteer firefighters. I tell them that my bedroom is on fire and one lady from the group rushes past me and down the stairs. Even though I am panicking I try to follow her with the intention of helping extingush the fire but when I get to the top of the stairs I can see that the entire basement is engulfed in flames and the lady is nowhere in sight.


The dream ended there and I wake up for real, sweaty, shaken, but relieved that it is all a dream. I did various RCs to make sure I was really awake!