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Dream no 1:

I'm at my best friend's house, standing in front of a huge window, watching the neighbour have an unfortunate and uncontrollable bowel movement. I yell in disgust as my friend's two brothers laugh out loud. One points out that the cleaning crew from a nearby supermarket (Tesco) has arrived to clean up the mess. Lovely.

Dream no 2:

Bill Paxton supplies my best friend and I with various equipment and gadgets, and well as kickass cars. For what purpose, I'm not too sure. I had noticed that if we misplaced or damaged our vehicle, he would provide us with an even better one. To this end, I brutally crashed the car into the wall of our house. Bill, furious, told us that we could now use our own two legs to get to places. For some reason which seemed incredibly logical at the time, me and the best friend (let's call her Isabelle) needed to go camping. This was directly linked to the fact that we no longer owned a car. After having discussed this with her, I went to my bedroom, and picked out the warmest clothes I could find, settling on a black hoodie and combat trousers. I packed a bag, filled it with what I thought I needed, slung it over my shoulder before heading out, closing my bedroom door behind me.

Dream no 3:

Falling, falling, I hit the ground fairly violently. Standing up, I saw that I remained unhurt, save for the fact that I could no longer see out of my left eye. Panicking, I asked Isabelle's family if something was wrong with me. Upon seeing me, they all started shouting, saying that I needed to be brought to the hospital. I black out, and awake to all of them looking down at me, their faces very close to mine. They carry me to the car, intending to drive me to the hospital.

Sidenote: The fact that all these include Isabelle and her family make me wonder if all this wasn't in fact part of one massive dream, and I just forgot the bits that connected. Hmm...I don't know

Dream - 7:40AM

I'm on range bank's oval playing Aussie Rules Football. I'm standing in the forward line talking to the opposition teams player. I see Brent Macaffer (Professional AFL Player) and he has a word to me about something. I think it may have been something to do with chatting and not playing.

I think I kick two goals for our team.

I run over towards one of the oppositions teams players and man up with him. The ball goes over our heads and we both run after it. I beat him to the ball and side step passed him. I see one of my team mates a little too far away for me to kick, but I try to kick it as far as I could, which ends up just being enough to go over the oppositions players head but not far enough for my team mate. I feel a little bummed considering the shitty distance I was able to kick the ball. I think about strengthening my legs so I can generate more power in my kicks. I relive the moment and this time I kick the ball differently. I kick a torpedo, which makes the balls spinning formations similar to a spinning spin top. The ball goes further this time.

I'm now at my old house, standing in the kitchen. I see Arpie and I explain to him and my Dad about my dream I had. I mention about a female and dating, and that I was playing football where I kicked the ball over the oppositions teams head. I mention to Arpie again that it's just a dream, cause he starts talking about the girl and dating part as if it was real.

Another scene change, I'm at a random house and I see two females fighting in the lounge room. One of the females gets pushed over a chair.

I begin telling Dad about the dream again.

I'm standing up heading towards a door. I think I'm a female, a somewhat famous singer named Joelle, or maybe I'm just promoting her, I dunno. I see my profile open up and I edit it, putting in something about Joelle.


Dream Fragment:

I bite the tip of my finger nail, and bite some off. I'm a little disappointed due to biting them, as I've kicked the habit in real life.

Side Notes:

Felt uneasy last night and couldn't sleep for at least 3-4 hours due to having heart palpitations. Weird. Assume they're water detox symptoms.
Been practicing visualization with great success. I feel it flowing instead of being forced and stressful. It's more of a passive approach.

Dream - 7:40AM

I'm on the basketball court at Range bank. I see the ball go over the small fence and decide to chase it down. I hurdle over the fence and start running at full pace. I see two DC's in the distance. I don't retrieve the ball and begin to make my way back to somewhere. The journey back is a strange one. I'm walking on a tight and narrow path, which is 2 - 3 meters off of the ground. I walk through an area which has grave stones.

I reach where I was destined to go, which was a class room. I see people around me and a teacher at the front of class, next to a whiteboard. The location changes to where the grave stones were, but we're still continuing what we were doing. I see the DC from earlier when I was chasing the ball. I call him out and ask if that was him I saw. The teacher says it was.
The convocation turns to spiritual and god. I take charge of the convocation and debate a few things, explaining something about out of body experiences. I was going to mention that I have had them before but never get around to it. Instead of talking, I'm explaining some things via text which is coming up on the whiteboard. I have a mind blank after a paragraph of writing and struggle to think about what to type next. I can see people getting angry due to waiting for me to finish writing. They're expressing their anger through a chat box which is under what I was writing.

False Awakening: (MISSED)

I'm recording my previous dream in a dream. I'm underneath the covers, trying to keep my eyes from seeing too much light as I may wake myself up too much to get back to sleep. I'm using my phone?? as a recorder. I play it back to myself and it definitely sounds like me. I expected it to not record too well, due to whispering into the device. At one point I move the device away from my house and down towards my hips. While still listening to my recording I can see myself on the screen, as if it was a video recording, not a voice recording. I waited for the moment where I moved the device away from my mouth to see if I could still be heard. I could still hear myself, except there was a few silent moments due to thinking of what to say next.

Surprised I missed my chance, as I've been performing RC's upon awakening majority of the times.

Dream Fragments:

Spoiler for Mature Content :

I'm watching the a porn star getting fucked by her ex boyfriend War Machine. I could see a close up of her face. Another man is now having sex with her. Both men had large penises.