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11.5.2011
I am in a tiny classroom for kindergarteners, but I'm with Chellie and Aaron. I am seated facing them, they are seated forward, and all three of us are quoting lines from funny videos we've all seen. Chellie faces the blackboard at the front of the class and goes to say something, but doesn't seem to want us to hear it. She has her hair in two blonde braids and grabs each with her hands, making another video reference which I find hilarious. She looks around to me, clearly not expecting anyone to hear what she'd said, and laughs with me about it.

Later, I'm the President of the United States, and am in some huge dark room where a number of large items are on display. I understand the items to be important relics and artifacts collected and saved by the American government. I'm casually playing with a straight bass that is twice as tall as me, when my butler shows me an artist-drawn picture of Noah's Ark, another artifact the government apparently has possession of. I get excited at the prospect of going to see it, and we change rooms, but the dream moves to a different scene, and I don't see the boat.

I remember my brother had this pickle jar and I wanted to see it next because it had a label that offered free full music software.

I was playing or being in this game. I remember talking to this girl....and we got in her car. But the car was something like a house, and we headed through this forest, and there all kinds of dragons in it. But they were friendly.

I remember going on a mission with the president and a few other people. We had no NBC gear, and the main guy who we had to get was surrounded by gas. Everyone fell down, and Obama wanted to retreat. Something else happens where we're all just chilling....still lying down in our uniforms but there's no threat of danger. S starts flirting with two guys, and I cursed her out and walked off.


I was in DV chat, and someone linked a totally unrealistic scene from what I assumed was the last action hero. The thing that got me was how quickly it loaded. After that I turned it into a gif for my avatar.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some kind of auditorium, which also felt like a huge, modern church sanctuary. I sat up in a balcony. The balcony curved all the way around the sanctuary, which had an odd shape, like an octagon. Farther to my left there was another balcony over this balcony. The church was well-lit, almost like the inside of a big-box club store like Sam's Club. The place was packed. We were all here watching President Obama give a speech.

President Obama wasn't at the front of the church, on the stage. Instead, he stood on a small podium in the middle of the crowd. But then he was standing on some little platform hooked to the balcony, so that he wad just a bit lower than eye-level with the top of the balcony's barrier.

Obama gave his speech, which was about all the good things he was doing. One of the things had to do with fostering positive relationships between the US and the Middle East. One of the proofs he gave of this was some partnership being formed between Chile and a supposed Middle Eastern country called Rubia.

Now Obama was taking questions from the audience. I raised my hand to ask a question. But a woman off to my left got to ask her question. After she asked her question, Obama may have said, "Okay. Now who has another question?"

The woman had a mic, so I not only raised my hand, but stood up and walked over to the woman so I could get the mic from her. A lot of other people raised their hands to ask questions. I thought for sure one of them would get to ask, rather than me. But my old boss, DR, was sitting off to the girl's left. He said, "Let ----- ask his question first."

So I got the mic. I was walking back to my seat with the mic. In the meantime, Obama was probably answering the first question. His response had something to do with taxes. But then he also mentioned interest. A white man with blonde hair, a blonde mustache, blue eyes, and a trucker cap, asked me, "How does the government make money doing the kind of stuff Obama's talking about?"

I said, "Well, the government makes money through revenue, which is what they call taxes. And then they also make money through charging on debt ..."

The man and I together said, "... which is interest!"

The man now seemed to understand pretty well.

It was now my turn to ask a question. Obama was now up on the balcony, on some maroon-colored steps between two aisles. I was also standing on the steps, a few steps up from Obama. I asked my question. At first the mic was really quiet.

I asked Obama, "You say you're doing a lot of stuff to make relationships positive in the Middle East. But beyond the example you gave with Chile, which is a country in South America, not the US, and Rubia, which I've never heard of before--"

A young, pretty, blonde man wearing a black windbreaker came up to me as if to take the mic away. I flinched away from him. But he made a poking motion at the mic with a thin, pen-like instrument. I saw a little orange light on the mic. I understood that the man just wanted to turn the volume up on the mic. So I let him do so.

With the volume up, I asked Obama, "So there are a lot of countries I can think of in the Middle East and North Africa. Out of all these countries, when you talk about good relationships with the US --"

The crowd began clapping and cheering loudly.

"-- Where is this?"

Obama seemed like he was about to answer my question. I handed the mic to someone else so they could ask their question. As I did, I thought I'd tell Obama that I was also concerned with Sub-Saharan Africa, although nobody else seemed to care too much.

Dream #2

I was in a car at night, pulling into a parking space before a building. A woman came out and greeted me. She said my hotel was ready. I got out of my car and went up to the hotel room with her. The hotel room was kind of small. It felt like it was a few floors up and inside the building. It felt kind of stuffy.

At some point, perhaps in an elevator, I was -- somehow -- putting myself into a baby's diaper (???). It fit really terribly. I -- somehow -- saw it wedging up into my rear end and sliding halfway off one of my legs. I'm not sure how I did or saw all this, as I was still fully clothed.

I was laying back on the bed, with my arms behind my head, looking up at the ceiling. The woman told me, "Well, then, I'll give you a call and let you know what I can do about your request."

I was kind of surprised by the woman's statement. I didn't remember asking her anything. But I figured I could have been experiencing missing time. So I asked the woman (as if I thought this was a clever way to hide the fact I didn't know what she was talking about), "Sometimes I have trouble remembering the things I just said. Could you tell me what I asked you?"

The woman, standing in the doorway, said, "Sure. You said you were a little disappointed with this room. You had made a reservation for something different. So you asked me if I could find you a more 'high-performance' room."

I remembered having made a reservation for something bigger. In fact, in my mind's eye, I had the view of something more like a small townhouse. And here I was in this dinky, little hotel room. So I guess I was disappointed.

I told the woman, "Thanks. That sounds right. Just give me a call when you figure out where I can be moved."

The woman left the room. I stood up. I walked out of the bedroom and into a second room (???). This room was like another bedroom. But it was totally dark. I walked through the room and into a bathroom. I turned on the lights.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was naked except for a pair of panties over a pair of diapers (???). I took off the panties. The diapers had a yellow and blue color scheme. There was something like a Mickey Mouse pattern on them. They seemed a bit loose and baggy on me.

I thought I should probably go to the bathroom in my diaper and change it before the woman called me. But I also thought that I'd wait until the woman came back before I changed back into my clothes, so I could see how she'd react to me in just a diaper.

So I walked back to my bedroom. I was kind of surprised. I thought the woman would have called me by now to let me know if I could get moved into a "high-performance" hotel room. I thought it would have been pretty immediate. I was wondering if she had gone to look at all.

Now I thought maybe there were secret cameras in my room. Maybe the woman was watching me walk around like this. Maybe she thought she would wait until I was fully dressed before she got in contact with me.

But I also thought that maybe there was something wrong with my credit card. Maybe there wasn't enough money on my card to charge a different room for all the nights I wanted to stay. I thought that was possible.

Dream #3

I was in a living room, laying on the couch. I was possibly getting ready to play a video game. My mom came in and asked me, "So did you finish that accounting stuff?"

I knew what my mom was talking about. In another room there was a computer system that looked a lot like a video game system. The screen had a bunch of red numbers on it. I had to do accounting with all these numbers. It was a real pain in the neck. But I knew I hadn't done it, and that I should just do it.

I sighed in annoyance and stood up. My mom, a little taken aback at my annoyance said, "Well, you don't have to do it right now, if you'd rather relax."

I said, "Nah... f**k it," and shrugge my shoulders.

I went into the room and set up the system. Apparently I controlled the accounting system by using Super Nintendo joysticks.

The scene kind of faded into me standing at the right end of a huge flat-screen TV. The TV had a really glossy surface. The screen must have been a few meters tall. My mom, sister, and maybe a couple other family members stood in front of the screen.

I watched the screen from my side view. At first it scrolled through all the red numbers that were part of the accounting system. Then it shifted to some kind of video game, like a racing game.

My family started talking about the game, how fun it was to play. Suddenly I was standing in front of the video game, playing it. It was like a racing game. It was set in the mountains, and you raced things like mini-hovercrafts. It was kind of like F-Zero for Super Nintendo, except all the figures were really small. The graphics were sometimes more like 8-bit graphics.

Now I was suddenly in the game, on the hovercraft, racing around as Claus Valca, my avatar for the DV website. The view was now like reality, not like video games. I remembered some words of wisdom a really beautiful and busty woman in a maroon-and-black, Victorian-style dress had given me about safety.

I came around a curve in the road. I was driving the wrong way. A bunch of Indy cars came driving around the curve. But they were all invisible. I could only see very faint phantoms of them as they got very close to me. A few of them actually hit me. It didn't hurt me very much. But I knew if too many hit me, my vehicle would be damaged. So I pulled off to the side of the road to let all the invisible Indy cars pass.

Off to the left of the shoulder of the road was a small cliff that led down to a wide, green valley. I drove along the shoulder of the road for a bit, then, possibly accidentally, drifted off the cliff.

I descended quickly toward the valley. I found the valley really beautiful, and I really wanted to see it, although I was pretty sure I'd die if I hit the ground at this speed. I even commented to my family on the beauty of the scene, as if I were still standing somewhere with them, playing the video game.

Then, suddenly, a huge cushion of air propelled me up from the valley. The valley sunk below me, and the air rushed all around me. I felt very elated. I even shouted out with happiness. The view was incredible from this height. I may even have wondered whether I was having an out-of-body experience.

Dream #4

I walked into the living room of "my family's house." The room was really big, and only one side of it was lit. The room seemed to be divided in half by a blue couch. There didn't seem to be much stuff at all on the dark side of the room, in front of the couch. Directly behind the couch there was a table, or maybe an air hockey table, covered and cluttered with all kinds of stuff, a total mess.

My mom sat on the couch, kind of sideways, her left arm resting against the top of the back end of the couch. My brother and sister may have been somewhere as well. It was like I was here, visiting for the holidays. My mom's mom came to visit and drop off some food for me for Christmas.

I was curious as to how this would all turn out. As far as I knew, my mom and grandma were no longer talking with each other. But my grandmother was here, right in front of the couch, as if she were talking with my mom, as I came into the living room. Now that I was here, my grandma could leave. She said something to my mom then headed for the door, which was behind the couch.

My mom didn't seem to be answering my grandma at all. I was a little upset at my mom for not talking to my grandma. But I needed to catch my grandma before she left the house. I headed for the door.

As I reached the door -- my grandma already stood half in and half out -- I looked at the table. Amid all the mess were two containers of food. One was a clear, cylindrical container of some kind of green food, like a casserole made out of spinach. The other container had some kind of fruit stuff in it. Both containers, even though they'd only been on the table a few moments, were all messy and gross.

My mom finally spoke to my grandma. She said something completely irrelevant to what my grandma had said. She said something kind of weird that was supposed to prove she was taking care of something very business-like with my oldest nephew or all my nephews.

My grandma didn't respond to my mom. My grandma was wearing a blue, cotton dress with tiny, white, paisley designs on it. The collar may have been a bit elastic, slightly bunchy. The sleeves may have been the same. My grandma also wore eyeglasses that looked extremely clean, but also very, very thick. My grandma alos looked a bit younger than IWL.

My grandma said, "Well, -----, Merry Christmas. I'm glad I got to see you. And I love you." And now she was leaving. I felt terrible that I only got to see my grandma for this very short amount of time. And I really didn't even get to speak to her!

Dream #5

I was walking in front of "the New York Public Library," even though the building looked more like the Metropolitan Museum of Art, out on a wide, cobblestone walkway, like where Trinity Church and the Public Library are in Boston. There were a lot of makeshift stands outside, selling all kinds of art and souvenirs.

There were a lot of women heading toward the library. I heard a couple women talking behind me. One of them said, "Yeah, I'm only coming to the library because they're having that speech for lesbian empowerment."

I wondered about the event the woman was talking about. I was hoping it wouldn't be too big. It could make getting around in the library a huge chore, with all kinds of crowds of people in there.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some place like a workshop. There were one or two groups of people in the workshop. I may have belonged to one of the groups. But one of the groups had finished whatever they'd had to do.

This group left the room. They walked through a long, ramped hallway, like in a hospital. They were now in a dark room at the end of the hallway. The room was like a bar, although it didn't seem to have anything in it. The people were all singing karaoke.

I sat down in the workshop-room at some big working table. I was at the back end of the table. I really wanted to do some karaoke. I was getting restless.

I had a pile of money in front of me. I realized that some people had left their money here. So I should give it back.

President Obama was sitting on the right side of the table, near the front end. I gave the pile of money to Obama. I realized that the money was money that Congress had left on the table. They'd probably need it back. And President Obama would probably be able to give it to them.

I walked away from President Obama. But, for some reason, I still had two $10 bills in my hand. So I turned back to Obama and dropped the $10 bills on the table. They lined up nicely, the bottom edge of one matching wih the top edge of the other. They also looked really nice and new.

I knew that the $20 was some kind of "extra tax" that came with the money for Congress. The main pile of money was the pile that Congress got as a matter of course. The "extra tax" was tax that Congress received on this money.

But President Obama told me to keep the extra $20. He said something like Congress hadn't really earned the stack of money in the first place, and they really wouldn't miss the tax money if it was missing.

President Obama then asked me, "Well, why are you sticking around here? You can go, if you'd like. Don't you wanna go do karaoke with everybody else?"

I said no. I knew the Fed was going to talk about something pretty soon. I felt like it would probably be a smart idea if I hung around here until the Fed got through talking about whatever they were going to talk about. I had partly said this to butter-up Obama and make him think I was smart. But I was also genuinely interested in what the Fed had to say.

Dream #2

I was in a restaurant/bar. The restaurant had a weird shape, kind of an upside-down "L" shape, with the tall part of the "L" being really long and kind of narrow. The lighting for the whole place was a kind of neon-blue. But there were windows to the space outside of the bar, which looked like the inside of a mall and was lit normally.

I had gotten a table to sit at. But I had been asked to stand up. I'd had to walk all the way to the end of the area I was in, i.e. to the "base" of the "L" shape.

Now I was back at my seat. There was some other guy with me, an Asian man in maybe his late twenties, dressed in a business suit. We seemed to be co-workers or friends. We were about to sit down when another man asked if he could sit with us. He was also Asian and young. He was dressed in an all-black business suit.

We didn't know the man, but we let him sit with us. The two men sat beside each other. They started talking with each other, as if they were familiar with each other. I understood that they had never met each other before, but that they "knew the game" well enough to talk with each other as if they were familiar with each other.

I sat on the opposite side of the table, kind of awkwardly positioned in my seat against an empty seat, and messing around with stuff at the table, possibly a glass of water and some condiments or little appetizers or something.

The men tried to include me in the conversation. They asked me something. I responded by giving some speech about the Fed, which I don't remember, other than the fact that it was about them not needing something and having some kind of disagreement with Congress. The Fed might have said that Congress didn't need something.

Dream #3

I was in a big, nice living room in some wonderful apartment on a high-up floor in a big building. An old, white man with white hair sat on a couch. I may have sat down and stood up alternately.

I had been interested in the old man's daughter. I wanted to marry the daughter. But the old man was sure that I only wanted to marry the daughter because I wanted to get at the old man's money. This wasn't true.

There were elements of the dream before this point that proved, I reflected, that I really liked the girl. But I can't remember those parts of the dream.

1. I'm on a road trip in the family car. We're on a bumpy path through a forest when I realize I really need to piss. I get out of the car, find a clearing with plenty of rocks and relieve myself. As I do so, the scene seamlessly transitions into a house. When I finish up, I realize that the house is full of sorority girls who are studying hard, and mortified I run out of the building onto the porch. I'm ready to find the car and leave when suddenly they all run out of the house, dressed only in towels. Some say as they pass, "He's cute!," others, "He's weird!" They gather some distance away, and soon a group of frat guys gather and start to do comedy routines.

2. I'm in a drive-though market, where one can pull up to stalls selling expensive deli sandwiches.

3. President Obama thinks it is his last to live and goes about accordingly, kissing random girls and enlisting passerby into a spontaneous, show-stopping musical number.

4. While at an orchestra practice, I notice a beautiful but disdainful blonde violinist across the room. I know that I will never see her again, so after practice I go to exchange a word or two. I am not at all put off or scared by her as we talk.

May 12, 2011
Lucid Dream 232: Disappearances
Series: Sexcapades, Episode 9
DILD



I was walking around Virginia Tech's campus with a girl I know, "NC." I can't remember what we were doing, but I started to suspect I was dreaming for no apparent reason. I didn't bother performing a RC, after a few moments thought, I knew I was dreaming. I told her to, "Watch this!" I took two momentum boosting steps and dove into flight. I flew across the drill field and spotted a target. It was some asian guy with glasses and a backpack. I leaned my body forward and gained some speed just before I slammed my shoulder into him. After spearing him, I turned to find my next victim. I noticed a couple was walking and holding hands. I took flight again and slammed into the back of them. They both toppled over and their books scattered across the sidewalk. I flew back over to NC and she looked angry. She said, "Why are you such an asshole?" I laughed and said, "This is my dream. I'll do whatever I want."

I grabbed NC around the waste and flew straight up into the air. We hovered around the clouds for a moment and I started kissing her neck. She suddenly disappeared completely. I chalked this up to a stabilization issue. Even though my dream looked perfect, I stabilized a bit. I was now in a completely different area of VT's campus. I flew over to one of the dorm rooms and entered. I looked around until i found a group of females in one of the rooms. I walked in and said, "Am I late?" One of the girls shook her head no. I walked up to her and began kissing her. The girls started stripping and I said, "Ok, everyone get super pornstar material with this, so we can send it in and win the cash!"

There were now more girls in the room than when I had first entered. A group of about five of them were doing their thing on the bed. I was tending to three over by the computer desk. I suddenly noticed some weird looking guy with glasses walking around the room. He had the butterball physique and was wearing glasses that made his eyes look huge. I just laughed and continued proceeded to place myself within one of the females. Suddenly, all of the girls disappeared instantly. The dream didn't fade or anything, but I found myself standing there with my pants down. The weird butterball guy was still in the room. He looked directly at my junk, started laughing, and then ran out of the room. I took off running after him, but he was nowhere to be found.

I flew around campus for a bit and thought, "This is one of the few times I have actually dreamed about being on campus." I spotted an incredibly attractive asian chick and flew toward her. I just started kissing her and she began rubbing on my crotch. Suddenly, she disappeared as well. I heard laughing behind me and I turned around. The weird butterball guy was holding a TV remote and trying his best to suppress his hysterical laughter. I thought, "What is with this guy?" I took flight toward him as he attempted to run away. I grabbed the back of his shirt and flew high into the air. He was still laughing when I let go of him. He laughed hysterically the whole time he was falling and then he splattered on the pavement below. It was quite gruesome to be honest. I was flying around campus looking for some more hot females when I awoke from the dream.

Series Details
Class is thrown out the window in the dream series, "Sexcapades." Not unlike your favorite porn video, I unleash my inner "Ron Jeremy" and give those DCs what they are looking for ! Stay tuned for more entries to the series!


May 15, 2011
Lucid Dream 233: Theft of the Commander in Chief
Series: 108 Stars of Destiny, Episode 9
DILD



I was at a meeting with a group of very wealthy and important people. Everyone was wearing suites and smoking cigarettes from those long, thin, fancy holders. I was in some sort of secret group and these rich people were going to fund our mission. We were planning on abducting the President of the United States. Actress, Diane Kruger and Nicolas Cage were going with me. This fancy party/meeting was taking place on the roof of a building. The building that the president was currently in could be seen in the background. The dream skipped ahead.

We were in a van and were pulling up to the back of this building. There had been some sort of important get together and the President was making his exit through the back. I became lucid as we were waiting for the president to come out of the building.

I decided this plot was really cool, so I just kept going along with it. Soon, a group of people stepped out into the parking lot we were in. I said, "Time to move!" Diane stayed at the wheel of the van as me and Nicolas Cage opened the doors and took off running toward the president. I thought to myself, "I hope we get him before the soviets get here!" Suddenly, the large concrete wall that surrounded the parking lot and building cracked. There was a loud boom as several mech units (large robots) busted through the wall. I took flight and kicked the president's body guards in the face. The president was the same one from the movie "National Treasure." I grabbed the president's arm and pulled him along as we ran back toward the van.

I looked back and noticed that the robots had one gun arm and the other arm was holding a light saber. One of the robots shot Nicolas Cage and then stomped him into the ground. I opened the door to the van and threw the president inside head first. I told Diane to get out of here and I'll fight off the robots. She took off and left the area. I turned back and saw that a new robot had joined the party. It was a robot in the form of a giant lizard.

I jumped into the air and landed on one of the standing mech units. I ripped of his robot gun arm and began shooting the other robots as I walked backwards away from the scene. I was in a shootout with the mech units for a bit before taking all three of them out. The only thing left was the lizard robot. I shot it up, but the bullets just bounced off. I took off running around the corner of the building. I spotted a trash can laying on the ground and said out loud, "Nice! I forget she planted a bomb for me in here!" I opened the lid of the trashcan and pulled out this weird looking device. I tossed it around the corner of the building and waited. The lizard walked around the corner and the bomb-thing was in its mouth. I shot the bomb with the gun arm and it blew the lizard mech to pieces. Suddenly, about 20 more robots jumped over the wall and were running toward me. I shouted, "Back-up!" Not really knowing what would happen. About ten or so swat members came running around the corner and started shooting at the robots. One of them looked at me and said, "Do you know a way out of here?" I responded, "Yeah, there is a cave system around here somewhere!" The guy said, "I know where it is, follow me!" I noticed the guy looked familiar. I followed hima round the parking lot for a bit and we finally found the opening to the cave.

We entered the cave and the guy took his helmet off. It was Wolverine (Hugh Jackman). I told him to show me his claws and he popped them out of his knuckles. I said, "I could definitely use those claws of yours in our army." He asked what my army did and I responded, "Well, all you would have to do is drink some beer and kick some ass." He smiled and held out his hand. I shook it and said, "Welcome aboard." He replied, "I can sing too." I told him that I heard him sing at the Oscars and he started talking about Broadway and about how magical it is to be on stage. I just ignored him as he rambled on about nonsense. I was having fun jumping over large pits and climbing around in the caves. We finally came to a ladder and I started climbing up out of the cave. Before I reached the top, the dream started to fade. I stopped and tried to stabilize. I managed to hold on for a few more moments, but it soon fizzled completely out.

Series Details
Welcome to the epic dream series known as, "The 108 Stars of Destiny." Follow me as I build the most powerful army the dream world has ever seen. Along with the help of 108 key recruits, I take on the dream world and elevate to god-like status! Will anyone stand in my way? Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

108 Stars of Destiny
NEW 14 - Wolverine - The Death Claw Star


May 18, 2011
Lucid Dream 234: The Choice
Series: The End of Days, Episode 2
DILD



I was with a group of people partying at a pond. There were several small wooden boats floating on the edges of the pond and it seemed to be evening time. Mike B and P was there with me, along with several other people. They started talking secretively about something and I overheard them. I asked what they were talking about and they tried to play it off. I said, "Look, I already know what its about, just tell me what you said." They started talking to me about having the "potential." The conversation suddenly felt very dark. Mike started talking about using certain powers to manipulate people and work our way to the top. He talked about us becoming the strongest and ruling the world. I suddenly became lucid.

I looked at Mike and P and said, "I am dreaming right now." P said, "Of course you are. This is the only way to talk to you about this." I was interested in what was going on so I played along with everything. Mike said all we have to do is take in the powers of the Yokai. I looked at them and said, "You two already have...haven't you?" They shook their head and said they had. I looked at them and said, "If I do this, I am doing it big. I will become the most powerful being in existence. My goal WILL be the world at my hands." Mike said, "Yeah, I can imagine being the most powerful." I looked at him and said, "No, no, you won't be the most powerful. I will be the leader and grow the most powerful...but every King needs his entourage. I will take you guys with me to the top." I started thinking about it and said, "Man, this is such a dark, dark path to take."

The sky began to get darker and darker and darker until it was pitch black. There were several fires around the pond, so i could still see around me. Mike said, "Yeah, and there is a lot of competition out there. Some class 5's even." I looked at them and said, "So what class are you guys?" They told me they were class 3's. I asked what class I would be and they said I would start out as a class 4. I would be the highest starting out of anyone in history. Mike started talking about how the world was ending soon and there were so many people who have already turned. Red lights that resembled stars starting showing up along the horizon. He said, "Each red light represents someone who has taken in the Yokai." I asked who the most powerful was and they pointed to the light. I said, "That is where we will go first." Suddenly, a set of stairs started to form on the nearby hill. Red neon lights began lighting the stairs. Two beautiful, but deadly looking women took each arm and started walking with me up the stairs.

I had only took a few steps up when I thought of my family. I began to wonder if this was actually happening. I wondered if maybe I was actually about to cross over into darkness. I looked at the top of the stairs and I could see a large flaming archway. Suddenly I heard a country song start playing in the background. It was Rodney Atkins, "If your going through hell, keep on going. Don't slow down, if you're scared don't show it. You might get out before the devil even knows your name..." I pulled my arms free from the girls who know looked very demonic. I stepped back into the water and started slowly drifting away from the steps. P and Mike looked shocked and said, "What do you think you are doing?" I told them that I had to think about it. Mike looked at P and said fearfully, "We can't tell "him" what happened." P said, "Well, we can't tell him it happened like this." Some girl was also in the water as I drifted passed her. She said, "You understand this is evil don't you. We are evil." I said, "Yeah, of course I do." I drifted and swam slowly to the other end of the pond and got out. I seriously felt like I had just dodged a bullet. Mike called out, "Think about it." I suddenly found myself awake in my bed. It was weird because I didn't even notice I had woke up. I performed a nose pinch, but I was indeed awake. I thought, "Well, that was definitely a weird one."

Series Details
In the dream series, "The End of Days," the world is coming to a close. With the hype surrounding 2012, many of these doomsday dreams have been popping up. See the events of the apocalypse unfold with more entries to the series.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm standing in a class room that look familiar. I think it was my 1st grade class room (but everyone including me is my current age). One of my friends tells me to grab 3 items from my backpack- so I grab a pen, pencil, and brownie. My backpack is the same black, Swiss Army pack that I currently own.

I'm now walking in a school cafeteria that I have never seen before. I sit down at a small table with some friends also sitting there. I know they are friends- but they don't look familiar to me. After talking for awhile I get up and walk around to the back of the cafeteria that opens up to a larger space that looks like a theater. There is a large mirror that I can see myself in. I have longer hair than I currently have, I'm wearing a blue shirt with normal colored tight jeans. To be honest, I was kind of amazed at how nice I looked.

I went to sit down at the front of the theater. I sat next to Max and a few other friends. They congratulated me on becoming the class president and I laughed and said thanks. Some people yelled across the "theater" to also congratulated me.

Eric was making some comments about how it wasnt that big of a deal for me to be president. Max made a comment about Eric and he shut up. I then, to snap back at Eric, said "Logic? I hardly know her!"

A teacher walked up in front of the people sitting down and made a suggestion that people were going to vote for student elections.

Woke up. Pretty weird dream- pretty weird that the mirror looked normal- pretty weird that I had a dream about becoming president (considering the fact I hate talking about politics and I hate the fact of public speaking).

Just another day at work?

I am at my former job as a Park Ranger. My coworker and I are on patrol, and we come to a launch ramp at one of our lakes. President Obama is there, fiddling with the lock on a gate that leads to the water. We get out, and get after him because no one is allowed through the gate. I forget what his excuse is, but the other ranger and I believe that he has come back to clean up some evidence. Apparently, there has been a murder committed here, and we think Obama did it.

Walking back from our encounter with the President, we notice how hot the sun is, and how much work this has all been. We decide to go swimming. There is no beach here, just a launch ramp and parking lot. We go into the water anyway, at the edge of the concrete. Not wanting to get our clothes wet, we go skinny dipping. I can see fish swimming around us, and the moss covered rocks at the bottom. The water is very refreshing, but we realize that we are supposed to be working so we decide to get back to our vehicle. Walking naked through the busy parking lot, I see a white SUV approaching us. It appears to have government plates, and I'm afraid it is another ranger, or even worse our boss.

We dash across the lot and jump into the vehicle. It turns out the SUV was not a government vehicle at all.

"Can you imagine if one of our coworkers really did come along, and wanted to talk to us now?" asks my coworker, laughing.
"Yeah, or what if that was our boss?" I say. The one I am referring to was a woman, and a no-nonsense type of person. We both crack up thinking about her reaction upon looking in the window of the Jeep. We pull away, and I put my clothes back on (my fellow ranger apparently sees no reason to get dressed again).

Skydiving with Annabelle (what, again?)

I am "skydiving" with Annabelle once again. We are down by the local hardware store this time, not in Uru. We get up to the top of a high platform, and she jumps off. There are a couple of other people with us, and they jump off too. Annabelle is now laying on a bed at the base of the platform, and wants me to jump on her (yeah, I know there's an innuendo here). I am a little afraid to do so, as it is pretty far down. I inch down a ladder at the edge of the platform, until I am not too far off the ground. I'm about ready to jump, but now I'm afraid of hurting her if I do so.

From here on out the dream makes less coherent sense.

Rand's Computer

I am in a big fancy house somewhere. It is Rand's house apparently, and he tells me to check his email. I am a little bewildered at first, because I can't find the email program on his computer screen. Eventually I do find it right on the desktop after some hunting, and open it up. The inbox is full of female models, sending him riskee pictures. Somebody explains to me that Rand is also a professional in some kind of business involving these pictures. I am not so sure.

Upon closing the mailbox, I look at the computer desktop. He has succeeded in getting a Desktop KI to work, and I decide that I need to get one too. The KI is in the lower left hand corner of the screen.

Date: Sunday, May 9, 2010 9:01:49 AM PDT
Important: No

The president
I fear for my life as citizens gather in front of a large shared room where we sleep on the floor and wait for me to find the quadratic formula. If I couldn't find it I'll be assasinated by an advisor. I'm the president of the states. So far I have found two books but they are not what I'm looking for. While I'm doing this I hear the advisor speak in my head about his plan to kill me. I think about calling Thailand to order a book and plan to ring up using a calling card.