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Dream 1: (actually a bunch of random fragments)

I am bowling then I am in some kind of race. My wife's name is spelled wrong and someone is making fun of it.

Dream 2:

I am driving and CG is crossing the street at Hilgard and Le Conte. My car keeps getting stuck and I wish I had a 4WD car.

Dream 3:

I am looking at a DNA gel. There are 3 lanes on each side of the gel, each representing a different person. I track the gel over time and the bands start multiplying and burst into colorful patterns.

Dream 4:

I am in a 1600 meter race against my wife and some other people. I am in 2nd place and she is in 3rd. Towards the end she takes off but lets me win at the end. I end up with the gold and she gets the silver.

I also recall having a lucid dream but I don't remember the details. I just remember staring at my hand for a long time to stabilize the dream.

My friends and I are walking through a college skyscraper. We're trying to find the pool for some reason. We get to the roof and there is a person who says something to us and then his hair turns into wings and he flies away. It switches to more of a movie about two brothers, seems like a comedy. Their father makes them go to the same roof, and they grab a rope hanging from a helicopter. The helicopter starts to fly off so they're left hanging by the rope, flying through the air. I was thinking "Man, that's so unrealistic. There's no way they'd be able to hold on to that." The rope breaks and one of the brothers starts to fall, but the other one tries to catch him. He starts swinging back and forth, trying to catch his (ridiculously long) ponytail.

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There's this cute girl that I did my interview with when I applied at WalMart. In the dream, we started dating but she got upset because she found furry stuff on the internet via my computer (Which is funny, because she's a furry.) All I remember is just trying to find her so we could talk it out.

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It's the end of the world, and my people are slowly starting to die off. The planet has been swept by a disease that seems incurable. We've tried every medicine that we could think of, even creating new ones in our labs. The only survivors are members of my family.

But there was one thing that we didn't try.

I don't remember how I found her, but I was amazed at what I saw. A tree in the middle of the forest, with her bark wrapped around a person as they slept. No, not sleeping. In a sort of meditative state, maybe? I just stood there and stared at her, and she spoke to me. I felt an unexplainable bond with this tree, like she was a daughter to me. She told me that the person had been inflicted with the disease and that they came to her for help. She wrapped her bark around them and helped them, curing them of the disease.

I went to my family, telling them of my discovery. My grandmother was very interested in the tree, as well as some other members of my family that I didn't really know that well. My daughter, however, was getting upset with how much time I spent with the tree.

Skip forward a bit; my daughter caught the disease. I told her to go to the tree to cure herself, but she wouldn't listen. I continued to beg her, but one day, she was gone.

Help me, father.

I'm in a space station. A voice echoes through my head and I run as fast as I can, trying to keep myself from crying so that I can see.

Help me.

I'm running through the aisles of what looks like a supermarket, looking for my daughter. Suddenly, I realize that the voice in my head isn't my daughter's. It's the tree's. I continue to run, looking for my daughter. She comes first. I didn't want her to think that I loved the tree more.

I find my daughter leaning against the ends of one of the aisles, maybe crying. She's sick. Really sick. I hug her and tell her that I love her, and that everything will be okay.

I find the tree. She is in the space station, replanted here. She doesn't seem to mind, but then why was she calling for help?

No, she didn't need help. She was leading me to my daughter.

I convince my daughter to let the tree help her. She refuses to let the tree wrap the bark around her, but she just sleeps while leaning against her. I think it works. I think she's been cured.

(This dream, although there was a dream between it and when I woke up, and although I'm posting this about an hour after I woke up, still hurts my heart. I won't be forgetting this feeling anytime soon. Is this the feeling of fear a father gets when he thinks he's going to lose his daughter? If so, I pray for all of the fathers out there who have felt this way.)

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My friends and I are playing a racing game, something about fire and how someone was drinking alcohol so they exploded or something.

The setting was a vast snowy tundra with rolling hills and some scattered alpine forests. It was a blizzard out and my friend Derek and I were standing outside the gates of a large city. The city was very futuristic in design, with spiral and dome shaped buildings and large arcologies. it was cool though because the city was surrounded by a large ancient stone wall, like it'd been around for centuries, allowing society and technology to develop around the antiquity.

So me and my buddy Derek were each riding a Covenant Ghost from the Halo series. We decided to race to another city across the plain and took off. He was in the lead for a while as we sped over the rolling tundra. I remember pulling ahead after launching off a steep cliff and over some pine trees, which made us neck and neck the remainder of the race. I ended up winning (probably because it was my dream haha), and shortly after my victory I woke up

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I am in a racing game, it is a heads down view on the cars. The cars are very strange, it is possible that they are hovering, each with it's own special ability. At first I try this massive yellow car, it can bash through the other players, but it is too clumsy, so I go for a small blue one which can send bubbles out which does damage over time.

DJ Log: September 11, 2011 – 5:45AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I'm working with a couple of friends to move a bunch of old junk vehicles from a junkyard to a large field near my house. I ride to the yard with a friend, then we get into a couple of the old junkers and try to start them. I get into an old yellow Volvo and it fires right up. My friend gets into a blue Chevy Blazer and it fires up too. The Volvo was pretty beat up and had yellow painted plywood for wheel covers.

We start driving these junkers down the road toward the field. We bump into each other a couple of times, then try to drag race. Shortly into the race, the Volvo sputters out and quits running. We try to jump start it and push start it, but it's dead. I decide to abandon the Volvo along the side of the road and get into the Blazer with my friend.

We drive down a small gravel lane and find that it's blocked by a gate. There is a bypass around the gate, so we go around and drive down the lane. There are a couple of old houses and a bunch of junk laying along the road. After driving for a bit, we reach a huge pile of junk that's blocking the road. We get out and walk around, poking at the junk pile a bit.

As we're trying to figure out a way around the junk pile, a defensive dog approaches from the nearby house. The dog runs up and stops at the edge of the lane, barking fiercely at us. A guy in the distance yells at the dog and it turns around and walks away. The guy walks up and asks us, “Where are you going?” I reply, “We're trying to find a way around this pile of junk.” The guy says, “There is no way around the junk pile.”

We get back into the Blazer and prepare to drive off. This time, I decided it was my turn to drive, so we switched seats. I start it up, put it in gear and mash the pedal to the floor. The tires spin for a moment, then it starts picking up speed. I see a Jeep coming toward us, so I steer toward it, playing Chicken. The Jeep swerves away and hits the embankment, nearly rolling over. I continue to speed up and drive straight toward a step van. The van doesn't swerve, but just before hitting the van, I wake up.

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.

My first dream entry in the new Dream journal system. I chuckle to myself, remembering that it all had just been in a sub-forum. But I do like change, especially this one.

[COLOR="purple"][I]Had a dream about racing on motorcycles on this semi-warped highway. Cannot remember much, but Josh had crashed in front of me. I was doing a wheelie when it happened, so I lowered myself before waking up.[/COLOR] I shortly went back to sleep [COLOR="purple"]and the dream continued, only this time I was back at the starting point. Josh was there, standing as if he didn't feel any pain at all. His arms were had severe gashes in them while his face was covered in minor cuts. I teased him about his crashing, to which he replied that he felt fine before walking past me. I then woke up again. [/I][/COLOR]

[U]People of Interest[/U]

[B]- Josh:[/B] My current and close friend. Humorous, considering that he loves to race and owns his own race car.

[B]- Jessica:[/B] Not mentioned in the dream. A friend who disappeared after Elementary school. I had kept calling her Jessica, which I think is not her real name. She did not play a big part in the dream except complain.

[U]Main Theme[/U]

[B]Racing[/B]

[U]What this dream Means[/U]

[I][B]"To dream that you are in a race, represents your competitive spirit and how you tend to measure yourself against others. Alternatively, this dream may mean that you need to slow down and take a different course in life."[/B][/I]

I haven't Djed in a while so I thought I'd put this one in.

I was racing against one of my friends, but this wasnt a normal race, my car had like super cornering tachnology. So you had to take extremley sharp corners to get to the finish. The finish was a courtyard type thing. I revved the engine and off I went taking every corner until the last one, I crashed and my car got reset back to the beginning and I tried again. The same crash happened multiple times until I finally passed the corner into the courtyard. My car disappeared and I was alone in the courtyard. I took a seat at some circular table and a guy asked me if I wanted to research burrowing technology or something else. AFter that the dream ended.

In this dream, I was in for a long series of races in a highly oxygenated form of water (only without bubbles of any kind). You could actually breathe in this water! As the race started, you were at a corner somewhere in this area on a platform with, I think, about 5 to 7 other racers. When the race started, the platform lowered you into the water. For almost every time in this dream, I held my breath all the way through this course. I was so much slower than everyone else was and bullies constantly picked on me in this dream. Though I managed to find my way weaving even by some underwater pizza restaurants and the such. At the end, you were bursted out and thrown up a ways. The finish line was just ahead. I had the special ability of gliding in this dream. What time I lost in the water, which was a serious amount, I made up for gliding as I could easily reach a speed 4 to 5 times faster than one could run, yet, even with this big advantage, I was almost always dead last in the race.

In the next race, basically the same thing occured, and I ended up in the same finishing position, near or at dead last. The bullies every time picked on me and every time the glide at the end saved me a few times from being dead last. I got used of the bullies and found a way to get in 5th place out of 8. While the burst up was occuring, start as fast as I could in the water before the burst. This gave me a like 4-mph extra speed for about 8 or so seconds, enough to give a boost of nearly 47 feet, a significant gain, though hardly anything.

Finally, just before the dream ended, someone told me that you could breathe in that water. I also told the bullies that were picking on me to shove it aside. Though, as the race started again, I think, the fifth or sixth time the race occured, I tried to breathe in the water and it worked well. Yet, I was now 30% faster holding on 4th place in most of the race, occasionally getting 3rd and 5th. In all cases of this dream, I already knew of a racing tactic: hug the sharp corners as much as possible and take the most direct route possible. Then, when I bursted out, because I was 30% faster, I was going about 5 mph coming out giving me a much bigger boost of 58 2/3 feet. Here, because my gliding ability saved me big, I came in first in the race! The bullies were extremely upset that I won and they came in 3rd and later. The friend that helped came in second. It was such a peaceful and amazing ending, so much I wish I could revisit the dream [thus hoping it reoccurs as a few of my dreams have].

03/05/2011
"Out to Clean Up the Streets"

I was on the streets of a suburban area. I have a vague recollection of a few different confrontations, within this setting. First, there was a gang of thugs who kept harassing my crowd. Then, at some point later, there were bomber planes swooping in and dropping ordinance all over the neighborhood area. I became lucid, among all these occurrences, and started messing around with telekinesis, just to be sure that this was all a dream; raising my hand to the sky and controlling the paths of some of these bomber jets with my mind.

Sometime while I was lucid, there was another scenario involving a run-in with thugs. I was with a few friends, and a car pulled into the area, machine gun fire spraying from within. The bullets screamed through the area where we had been standing, and I could feel them tearing into my lower body. It hurt a little, but not enough to take me down. They just left me kind of numb, fighting off the convincing atmosphere, and trying to hold onto my realization that none of this was really happening. I remember running out from behind a hiding spot - which I'd taken up instinctively - and trying to chase them down, being peppered with more bullets as the car sped away. Ultimately, the whole experience was too intense and unclear for me to completely take control and catch up to them. I trailed off to one side, falling behind, still feeling the lingering sensation of the imaginary bullets that had shredded through my imaginary body. I held my hands up in front of me, trying to hold onto the dream, and bringing everything back into an extreme level of clarity while looking at my features.

Time went by, and I was still lucid, having a conversation with some of the DC's I was hanging out with, earlier. I started levitating small objects with my mind, to try to prove to them that I was dreaming. We were in someone's house, and sitting around in the living room and I was getting a little bored, trying to think of something to do. Finally, I said that I was going to go after those guys that did the drive-by, again. One of these DC's was the most vocal about his skepticism of the whole lucidity thing. He said that I was stupid to even try going after the thugs, because he apparently thought I was going to die. I argued with him for a moment, telling him that he was acting just like all of the other oblivious DC's. I tried to explain to him all of the weird occurrences; the gang activity; the bombings; etc. It was all classic dream content. He wasn't buying it. Oh well. The last thing I remember about this moment was picking up one of the DC's little kids, to play with him for a minute, before I left.

Soon, I was back out on the street. I was looking around for the car that did the drive-by, and plotting out my course of action. I wanted to try something new, so instead of using telekinesis as a weapon, or looking for another weapon to take on, I decided to morph my arm into one...a rocket launcher. I had morphed my arm into a blade before, but never any complex machinery. It was almost effortless. I held my arm in front of me, passively visualizing a textbook transformation. My arm began to change and shift; smoothly and organically, in some places, but in sections and compartments, in others. Within a matter of seconds, I was wielding a red and yellow rocket launcher that looked like it was straight out of Unreal Tournament. The visual detail was just incredible. It looked completely unique, yet almost too incredibly intricate to have been made up, on the spot. Since my arm was the weapon, there was no trigger, so I pretty much 'willed' myself to shoot the weapon - and firing it was awesome. With one shot, a swarm of missiles scurried out of the barrel(s), screaming wildly out to a car that was parked on the street. All 3 or 4 missiles converged on the spot and blew the car to shit, lighting up the darkened streets and alleyways around me. I never ended up going after the thugs. I just walked up and down the street for a while, popping off rounds from this bad ass weapon.

Eventually, I had found another group of DCs, and I was showing off more lucid tricks to them. At one point, I drew a door on the wall with a marker or pencil, then I opened the door, revealing another door, inside. I then opened this new door, and found a slender, wooden beam which I slid out of the wall. It turned out to be a few feet long. After that, I stuck my arm in the hole it left behind, and continued pulling stuff out. Can't remember everything that I pulled out of the wall, though.



03/10/2011
Fragment
I was having a 'superspeed' foot-race, with family and friends. We were all crouched at the starting line, and everyone kept trying to cheat; jumping into false-starts and whatnot. I was able to get everyone to calm down just a little bit, but the start of the race was still ugly as hell; everyone stutter-stepping into their run, and no one really starting at the same time.

The actual race was amazing, though. We were tearing across the terrain like Sonic the Hedgehog; running so fast that, even when we got out to the ocean, we just kept on running over the top of the water. The whole thing actually had kind of a Mario-Kart feel to it. In fact, I think one of the characters was actually Mario, at one point. I believe it might have been Todd, but I'm not sure. All I know is that he was on my heels, the entire race.

It's 3:00 AM so I don't remember much.
Ants chasing me around a racetrack
I remember ants chasing me in the dream for no reason around this go-cart track and when I finished all 3 laps, the ants would freeze in place, and my surroundings would become a little darker and the word complete with my racing time would show up infront of me. Before the ants showed up, there were originally a bunch of my cousins there racing with me and NO ANTS but they left after a few races. I remember me and my brother racing a few times afterward but I won almost all of them.

I then remember me and Jake running from the ants until I got to the car and started it and we drove to a spot on our property where Daniel (cousin) was there with a truck that looked like a tan toyota tundra. It didn't work right and we were working on it for a bit until we just let him ride with us.

Super Smash Bros (again)
We drove to Maw-Maw's house and got there at dark and Ben (cousin) and Aunt Jody were playing Super Smash Brothers Brawl inside. Jody's nickname had WRDEN on the game they were playing. Well Daniel, Jake and I found a wii outside next to an outdoor mounted TV. We hooked it up and played it for a bit but me and daniel talked for a bit and realized if his mom inside realized that he was here, then when she leaves, he will most likely have to go with her. So we try to keep the sound down and lower the brightness of the tv. Daniel kinda hides every now and then.

Random outburst of anger?
I then see Ben come outside from inside and I ask him if he is done inside and he said loudly and angrily, "Yeah we're done playing and play my wii outside fine I DON'T CARE" and as he says that last part he grabs the wii with all the cords plugged in and throws it into the woods cords, controllers and all. He then gets in his truck and drives off. We spend the rest of the dream picking up the stuff for the wii until I wake up.
Jake has a dreamviews page now and he is View Profile: Taterking5 - Dreamviews Lucid Dreaming Community & Resource

DJ Log: March 24, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

...and out of the midst of a dry spell, this strange one comes along...

I am watching a show on TV about people racing parts of cars down a track. Some of them are rolling tires down the track and some are attaching bottle rockets to various car parts to propel them down the track. One guy is sitting on the rear axle of a truck and is pushing himself down the track with a pair of ski poles.

I had a dream that a lot of my extended family was coming over to visit. All my extended family lives pretty far away, so it was a pretty big deal. When they showed up, we all got in our cars to go drive someone else. We raced on the highways for a while, and arrived at our destination. One of my friends from school was there, and he began to make out with on of my cousins. I was a little weirded out, but I didn't care too much.

Was able to get a lot written down last night

2/15-16. 1130. Waiting in line for a ride at Universal Studios. I think it was next to The Simpsons ride because I recall some of that ride’s look in the background

On my computer. I notice that my Facebook relationship is different and longer. Still said “In a relationship,” but there was more after it. I couldn’t see all of it so I clicked on it and went to Theresa’s page and could see all of it. Then I’m watching a video, webcam look, of Brianna and Theresa playing a racing videogame. They both have steering wheels, but Brianna has control of the gas and steering, and I think Theresa controlled shifting and braking. Then shows the game. Looks similar to 1nsane. They were going around a long, sweeping left turn, but they always had too much speed because they kept crashing into the cliff. All the other players (computer) were doing the same. I think there was water (ocean?) to their left

6. In the desert at night. I’m driving or walking. Then come across three guys and I detain them because they’re wanted. One of the guys walks off across the road and continues east. I don’t go after him. The other two just sit by my truck. One of the guys is right at my door and his fingers are always at the door jamb and I keep slamming his fingers into the door, but it’s like he doesn’t even know I’m doing it, doesn’t care. Then I’m back to walking, but I’m walking toward my truck, like I left to go to the bathroom, and it’s daylight now. Captain Xxxxx calls me and says that Txxx and Uxxx were on their way. He says that Txxx needed $10 and that Uxxx needed change so Txxx had to get more than $10, so Uxxx would have change

In Austin, TX. Place looks like it’s out of a Western kind of, dirt streets and crude concrete/ wood/ brick buildings. Visiting the fire dept. Guys want help improving a part of the road because they always get stuck on it and have to push the rig. Small bump that I thought was it, but ends up being a 3’ drop. I suggest taking a skiploader and flattening the drop. The drop is then part of a flatbed trailer that hauls cars. Then say we can get some grinders and cut holes in the metal and then lay pieces of flat metal in those cuts and the drop is still there, but the rig can get through. Then we’re in a diff section of the town. Volunteers are getting into a block formation. For some reason, academy is there and we do the same. Volunteers do this weird hand thing, left arm bent in an L shape, palm up, and the right arm is at a 75º angle to the sky. Something about fallen volunteers I think. We then march over some area. There are lots of crosses, graveyard. Tourist kind of signs that say how many die, plains grass fires. Then to another area close by. A bunch of the volunteers wives are on the ground, about to give birth?

In some place just off a freeway. Desert looking. Messing around on some hills. Then in academy. Run over the mounds, another mound you go up and slide down a rope, only 5’ down. Then Xxxxx looking guy says, “I bet you can’t break down that door!” Kind of a barn door look. Run up to it, push on it to see where the hinges and stuff are, find them, and take a few steps back and run and break down the door with ease, door seemed floppy anyway. Next we went into a room where we had to help out our cadets I think. Then I’m standing outside and everyone is gone. I have to wait a while for my ride, so decide to go on a run. There’s an offramp about a mile out, so run to it. At some point, I’m on a light green bike. End up going under the offramp. There’s some sort of water collection basin dug out, not deep. Check it out, then start to head back

Me, Taylor, and what I think is a CPU are in a race to the airport. We are in in cars that steer like Tron Lightcycles - they only go straight and turn 90 degrees. I am driving through an alley between a convinience store and a short wall, and get stuck because of crappy controls. I make it out and we're on the highway, with me in first. When we get to the terminal, I accidently take a right on a road that goes underneath the airport, putting me in second as I see on the minimap. At this point the steering controls are back to normal and I am able to get back to the terminal before the CPU, eliminating him from the race. We park and then spawn inside on the second floor, with my flipflops off my feet and beside me on the ground and Taylor's shoes on the other side of the floor, about 10 metres away. He kicks my footwear off the balcony and onto the floor below, making me mad because I know that if I go back for them I will lose the race, and if I don't I will lose them. I run and try to kick his off too, but he already has put them on. He starts walking through the airport casually, and I chase after him, punching him as hard as I can but he doesn't seem to feel it. I try to make security notice by yelling, but they don't seem to see me. I wake up very stressed and annoyed.
This was a pretty short dream but I rembered alot of details. Also, I think we were in the same terminal right before this dream started.