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This dream happened, oh, a week ago, but I didn't record it here.

It was a pretty decent length, and I remembered quite a lot compared to normal. It begins:

It's the first day of school at my high school, except that the layout of the school is slightly changed. My brother comes to tell me that he has forgotten something at home, and I need to drive him home to go retrieve it. I don't remember the drive, only coming to school the second time. I have the feeling that I've left several times and am now back at school quite late. I head to whatever the mathematics class I take in the dream is, and walk alongside the calculus teacher-- we'll call him Mr. K. Mr. K looks at me confusedly, and asks why I'm not going to calculus. I try to explain to him that I didn't want the heavy homework load and that I'd wanted to, but the class didn't fit in my schedule(this is false, I am taking calculus in real life).

Time passes and I'm unsure what happens-- I think I visit a few other strange classes, and walk about the school-- until I find myself behind the school building where there appears to be a gathering of students. I don't pay attention to them because I don't really care about them, I'm more interested in going over to the left a ways where there is normally a back entrance to the school. In real life the door and cement area outside has an overhang over it, but in the dream the entire area was scaled much larger, and transformed into a large picnic area with wooden picnic tables in rows. There was a very tall chain link fence the length and height of the structure, on the side facing me. I walked around the fence, and it gets weird.

I find some student-- I don't remember what they looked like or what they were doing. I only know that they were doing something that would get them in trouble, something that was against the rules. I stick around, and then the principle storms out of the back door. It's the principle from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. He's pissed. I don't know what happens to the student I am with, but the principle comes to me and is very angry-- I am getting in trouble even though I didn't do anything, I figure he thought I had since I was next to the delinquent student. He restrains both of my hands behind my back and forces me to the ground. I am kneeling facing away from the end of a picnic table, while he sits on a seat on the table and holds my hands behind my back with one hand. He is furious, and shouting nonsense about my guilt. He next brandishes a knife and begins using it to gesture with his free right hand as he speaks. I am outraged that he thinks it okay to pull a knife on a student. He waves the knife wildly about, and eventually nicks me with the blade and I tell him that he has cut me and that he is going to get into a large amount of trouble. You simply cannot cut a student, sir. He tells me something along the lines of, "don't be a pussy", and grabs my hand. He clenches my hand on the blade of the knife and draws it out. It is a strange feeling. It's not painful like a real cut, it's prickly and strange and I can feel the knife separate my skin but without the burning pain that would be expected. It's like when you have a half healed cut, so that it no longer hurts but the skin is separated, and you can feel the numb skin touch together when you move your hand because the wound opens and closes. It's gross, and I remember it vividly.

I am staggeringly outraged. He's purposefully cut me, right down the palm of my hand. His ass is going to jail. I'm just beside myself, not with joy, but in astounding anger. Why the fuck would you think that would be appropriate, Mr. Principle? "You can't do that. My god, you cannot do that to a child, sir. You can't." He laughs, somehow I am free of him and arrive in the kitchen of my house. My family members are seated around the room. I rush from one to the next, trying to explain the situation to them, and the injustice that had been done to me. I am trying very hard to yell, to be loud, to express myself, but I can barely talk. It's just a whisper, and I can't find the words I need to say to make them understand. I feel trapped inside myself, I'm boiling on the inside, I want them to know that an adult that is supposed to be trusted with students just pulled a knife on one, and cut him. Nobody is interested, they just blow me off. Mom and Dad don't care, they just look away. I want to cry, I have a lump in my throat. Then the man shows up again, and the scene changes.

I'm near a river and it's evening time, the sun is setting. I'm in a wooded area, with forest to the sides. There is a somewhat clear path through the forest, snaking up a small incline into the distance. I know in my head that this is the direction that I must escape to. I don't recall, but I think that there was nobody around. I knew that I had been a captive of the principle, though. I fled, I don't remember the running away part. I remember approaching the edge of the woods, almost safe, when it hits me. I left the other student who had gotten in trouble behind. I make my way back to go and rescue him. Now there are people about. They're the principles cronies, and they're gunslingers with six-shooters. I somehow make it back to where the student is held captive, and thankfully there is nobody around in that area. I realize that I have a pistol as well, but it never occurs to me that I could use it if I needed to. The student is tied to a table near the riverbank. I now look at him, and observe that he is a perhaps half African-American with natural afro-hair. He is several years younger than me, or he looks young. I quickly untie him, and give him my weapon. I think I find another pistol, or had two, because I recall still holding one. Then the principles cronies start wooping in the background and come through the trees towards us. I know in my head that the other person is going to be okay, so we split up and run in opposite directions. A few gunslingers follow me, wearing tattered clothing and wild-west style boots, I believe several are wearing cowboy hats. They are sprinting along side me, instead of tackling me. One shoulders me repeatedly, the way that cars may do in a chase scene in an action movie, by steering into each other while driving in the same direction alongside each other. He pulls his gun but does not fire. I remember that I am holding a gun, but I don't think to or want to use it.

Eventually they chase me up a path alongside the craggy ledge of a ravine. I see that the path swerves and know that if I don't slow down, my momentum will take me off the edge before I can turn. There is a wooden and barbed wire barricade to the side that I would need to turn around, but in the heat of the moment, I decide to leap through it. It is made of several boards on top, log cabin style so that it is impenetrable, followed by a gap with two strands of barbed wire strung between wooden posts, followed by more boards. All I know is that I need to get to the other side of it quickly. I basically say "fuck it" and leap through the barrier, sideways, so that my body is horizontal as I pass between the strands of barbed wire. I am thrilled that I could pull it off and I believe my followers run into the barrier or have to run around it. Sadly, my joy is short lived, and I am woken up.

The end.

My parents and I were going on vacation to Alaska. A man—a guide presumably—was planning our Alaska trip, but he was not a professional. Then my dream replaced the trip to Alaska with China. We were in a park with a lot of water or fountains. My dad and the guide were walking ahead, leaving a small girl behind—a female relative, I assumed she was my sister or cousin. She was left behind because, though she might have been full of energy at that moment, she’d be too slow or tire out quickly later on. I picked her up and carried her with us, but carrying her around was rather uncomfortable for me.

We were supposed to go to Star River in China, but we went to Star River on the moon instead. We could breathe on the moon, which confused us. We saw astronauts in space suits, and a pile of poop. I poked it before realizing it was poop. The river was dried up, and had been dried up for years, but the erosion was still etched into the moon’s surface. The guide had intentionally misled us there. Other tours were led to the moon’s Star River instead of China’s Star River, it was a tactic used to waste time. We were disappointed that we were not at China’s Star River. We went back to China, and waited for our turn to take a tour of Star River. We waited in a cafeteria.


Interpretation
The moon, Alaska and poop (it looked like my duck’s poop, which I have seen an awful lot of these past few weeks) were all residue from the day before. The little girl might have represented my mother--after all, she was only there when I did not see my mom. My mother is often left out of international travel plans because of her pain and movement issues. My father, sister and I went to China in March without inviting my mother, realizing that she’d be incapable of walking so much. She was rather depressed the week that we were gone, and I’ve felt bad about it ever since. I sometimes view my mother as a child: incapable of managing on her own anymore. I also need a lot of patience with her, like I would with someone younger. I have been offering to help her more at my inconvenience because I know she can’t manage on her own. I also try to protect her from my sisters’ judgements about her, even though my mom drives me crazy too.

Looking down on a river where my brother, Lian, was on the other side in a "island" type part. I saw a black eel like thing in the water and was explaining to him how we could go fishing. I was doing so and as the eel like thing came past me from the left I could see it was a black snake. By that time it was already caught by some device I had that wrapped, like a noose round its back end. The snake made sounds like a rattle snake when moving through the water, but only after thats what I realised it was.

When it realised it was caught it became agressive and went for my brother, who I warned about the snake. He dived into the water to swim away but the snake caught up to him. It bit him on the finger as he tried to grab it on the head. I jumped in to go and save him and had a flash of statictics come up about how many seconds he had to get to shore before the poison would kick in and he would not be able to swim. They seemed inaccurate as he made it to the shore, though it took longer than he had.

I got there just as he made it to shore and took the snake from him, as I did so its head came free and I pulled its head towards me from around my right hand side where its fangs dug in. I took hold of the head and pulled it out, looked for a rock to kill it with and found a square concrete tile. I had the thought that if I had not been fishing non of this would have happened as I did not want to kill that snake, but it would kill us if not.

I pounded its head and went to assist Lian, who was ok. I had the thought of some leafs that would help draw the poison but non were about.

We seemed to be both ok, as I knew after 2 min if we were still standing we would be fine

DJ Log: June 6, 2012 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am walking up a set of old rusty industrial metal stairs with a few other people. There are protestors lining the edges of the steps shouting at us as we walk. Some of them push at us while yelling. The stairway goes up about 8 steps to a small landing, then switches back in the other direction. This continues for quite a while as we push out way through the protestors. We reach the top of the stairs and swipe our security badges to open the door.

Outside, there is a narrow train bridge which follows tightly along a cliff side. The rails rest on wooden ties which are anchored to the cliff side with large metal I-beams. The bridge surface is open between the ties and there is barely enough space to walk alongside the tracks. Under the bridge is a very deep ravine with a river at the bottom. To the left is a maintenance yard with a storage shed, and to the right I can see that the bridge curves around the cliff side and vanishes from sight.

The group I am walking with splits up. A few of them walk toward the maintenance yard and I walk with a small group in the other direction to see what's around the bend. There are a couple of people walking back from that direction, but they will not reply when asked what is over there. As we walk, there are more people walking in the opposite direction. They just stare forward blankly as they walk. We walk around the bend and see a cave in the cliff side right next to the bridge. There is a guy sitting in a chair next to the entrance and we can hear people talking inside the cave. The guy looks at us and tells us that this is not the correct entrance. He points to the right and tells us to go back in the other direction.

We walk back toward the maintenance yard and find several people hanging out. I walk into the storage shed, then turn around when I heat an ATV running. There is a guy on a 4-wheeler, running around the yard then riding down onto the I-beams under the bridge. I walk up to the edge of the cliff and watch him ride down one of the beams, then the 4-wheeler slips off the beam and falls. The rider grabs onto the beam and pulls himself back up onto the bridge.

As we watch the 4-wheeler fall into the river, I see a body floating down the river. I look up and down the river and see that there are quite a few bodies floating on the water. I look at the other people and they are all staring at the river too. I look down again and suddenly wake up.

I was being chased by some people or some monsters. I was inside a building. Dark-yellowish tint. I was in the hallway. Behind me, there's a humanoid monster. I ran, but then found there's another one up ahead. I found a small, open "space" seemingly "carved" on the wall, with a couple of small boxes. I went there and covered my head and feet with the boxes, hoping it's too dark, and that the monsters are too stupid to realize it was me. Then, a spotlight moved about, and found me. The monsters went after me. I struggled and ran out.

I went outside the streets, jumped down the overpass, and grabbed on to the cyclone wire as I was falling down, and ran down the street to find a car. I found an auto and jumped in. I asked the driver where he's going. He said a word or place, but I forgot what it was. He looks cute, and he wears semi-formal clothes.

He does not seem to mind I'm there, and I think he was even humming as we drove through the traffic. I keep looking around, in case we might actually be headed where I don't want to be.

Then we were walking down the street. I keep looking back at him in case he gets snatched by the enemy. He looks very calm.

Fast forward, we were "racing" on the street. Running. There are people and monsters ahead of us. I raised my right hand, and a great light shone from my palms, and the enemies scattered. Then the "road" was a river, and then suddenly, the water fell below us: a waterfall. Yellow sky. I grabbed him and "redirected" our fall to a nearby wall.

We hid there. It's a small space on cliff, surrounded by low-lying walls. Just across, we can see it's a "base" of the enemy. We just waited there. Eventually, an ally passed by. A security guard who feels familiar. He probably has been in my previous dreams. He said everything's safe. We went "down" to the house. The one across has a new owner. Looked like my high school classmate Ken. He's with his family there. For some reason, I thought he might be angry at me for "killing" something or someone of his. A pet? I think I killed his "pet" to protect mine. Our eyes met.

I was with my friend VC, and he and I had built a raft. There were various items on the raft. Three of which were a part of the raft itself. The bench, the food chest, and the stove. The stove, I recall, was a bit loose. I spoke with my friend about departing. He asked me which of the two streams ahead we should take. I replied that I wasn't sure, as they both had fast-water that would possobly overturn the raft. I must have made some sort of mistake, because the raft became unanchored and we began to depart before we had a plan. I grabbed hold of the raft and hoped for the best, when suddenly we collided with a wooden post, capsizing our raft. I was thrown off of the boat, as was my friend. I waltched him float away underwater when he was simply YANKED into a high-flow water current. Shortly after he entered the current, I was sucked into it too. I slammed into a wall, and managed to come up and take a breath just before being sucked off in the other direction (The current drug us through a tunnel made of bricks, that took us about 50 yards in one direction, and then took a 90 degree left turn and sent us another 50 yards). We finally washed up on a loading ramp. My friend was waiting in a line for something, and so was a female character. I was laying on the ground, recuperating from this very strange event. While I was laying there, I sparked conversation with the girl who was waiting in line. After conversation had ended, she talked to another female figure, whispering "Do you think he likes me?".

Some time passed. I approached the girl, and I thought "I need to ask her for her number". But I didn't have my phone or paper and pencil. So I simply recited my own phone number to her.

Scen changes slightly this is now a weak dream and very unstable... I'm swimming toward the building with the ramp. Having a conversation with my stepmother in my head, as she's not there... And I'm asking her what the building is. She says it's some sort of veterinary facility... I notice the building doesn't have a ramp anymore, but a door.

I awaken.

Hunting

A colleque from my workplace, in the dream a teacher, is missing. She has either been kidnapped or escaped with some guerrilla group. We are following her. We get to a dock, where there are a couple of thugs. There is some martial arts display and I start flying towards the ship. I'm not flying very well, and one of the thugs notices. He says that my legs are tired and my flying is almost as bad as his. He starts following me.

Canoes

I'm walking with a few people. There's snow around the road. We come to a river that is only partially frozen. There are two canoes and we use them to get across. The ice floating on the river is making it harder keep the canoe straight. I fall of the canoe once, landing on a piece of ice.

Sleeping in the Snow

I'm camping in a forest with some friends. There is a small building and I go in there. It turns into a 2D game-like thing. I'm looking for a weapon and find a fire flower like in Super Mario. I get out and go to where the others are should be setting a camp. Instead, they have decided to sleep in the snow. They have dug themselves into the snow with their sleeping bags.

I was at the park in my town. I walked into the park with intentions of going on the swings. I can remember seeing the two girls that appeared in the park in a fragment a few dreams back.
I just walked around the park, going on the swings. I think that some of my younger cousins were there and I was playing with them. I remember feeling really happy and good.
Eventually, the park began to morph as the dream went on. I think this took place while I was on the swings. The swingset got very tall, and each time that I swung, I could see a great view of the town in the distance.
Also, the park now had a small creek in a shallow valley. There were two paths running parallel to the creek. One right down by it, and another above the valley. Between them was a grassy slope covered in gigantic trees. I started walking down the path when I noticed a large creature that seemed to be attacking a group of people.
The predator was a very large creature. I can remember it having brown fur with black paws. It's face looked sort of like a tiger's or a bears, and It had huge claws, a very long tail, and a thin body. I can also remember it's thick, strong legs.
I climbed one of the large trees. Despite lacking handholds they were very easy to climb. I also remember the vividness of the tree while I was in it.
For a moment, I just stared into the canopy of leaves. The tree had to be several stories tall, and was, I believe a willow.
I the monster saw me, and I got down out of the tree. I started to run, and went though a crowd of people. I figured while the monster was attacking those people, I could escape, but the predator ran though the crowd and came for me.
I would not classify this as a nightmare because for some reason I was not scared.
One bite and I was dead. I did not wake up. The monster turned out to be some kind of video game where you were a monster that ran around killing people and the more people you killed, the more you could upgrade yourself to be a stronger monster, and your ultimate goal was to eat everyone on planet earth.
The dream was explaining to me that eventually the police and military would attempt to capture/kill me. This part of the game was the most difficult.
I can remember being put in control of the monster. I vaguely remember rampaging around killing people but woke up soon after.[

I am beginning to pick up on some of my dream signs. One of the possible ones is probably being in a forest/park setting. I'm not sure.

I dreamt that I was riding on a huge log down a huge river with rapids, going over shallow falls until one end of the log hit a huge boulder and split open. Out spilled enormous amounts of gold and other treasure, in the river and on the banks. I was able to collect the treasure on the river banks and took it to a nearby town.

I was increadibly wealthy, owning the biggest building there where I stored all my gold. The townspeople also brought their silver/gold to store in my secure building, they even helped me guard it. This helped the whole town prosper and the townspeople did all sorts of transactions in gold and silver coin, nuggets, etc. It was soo cool I held this huge bar of gold almost as long as my arm and it was very heavy and shiny. Then we finally made plans to return to the river and collect the rest of the treasure that was lying at the bottom of the river. We were heading there when my alarm rudely awakened me.

An old one I had is one where I was near this river, needing to cross. Suddenly it became obvious to me that I could fly across, so I did. But as I crossed and in the air now, lucid, I stopped in mid flight, levitating there.

Near me there was a very large tree, I floated over to it, and grabbing it ripped it out of the ground, roots and all. I did this all while still levitating. Flying with my new tree, I used it as a club, smashing a few structures, buildings, roadways before flinging the tree a long distance down the river making a big splash.

I really wasn't paying attention to my DCs at this point, but I supposed they were wondering how in the hell am I doing this. Well I landed in an ally where I met a DC who actually question how. I told him it was easy for me and demonstrated by grabing a nearby telephone pole and ripping it from the ground. It impressed him but I still could tell he just didn't get it. Thats pretty much were it ended.

Cay's Dreams

Dream 1
I dreamed that I met Hypatia! Well, to be precise, it was like we had met before, and were discussing that meeting. We were in a comfortable little cabin with red wallpaper and white swirls, with lots of knickknacks, a cuckoo clock, framed embroidery, twinkling chimes, carved wooden animals. She made tea. I can't remember any details of the dialogue or previous meeting. It was weird, though because Hypatia isn't one of the 'active' members and I don't know her description off the top of my head like if she were, but the Hypatia in this dream matched the description in the participant list, skinny, light skin, long brown hair.

Dream 2
It was like something had drawn my dream self to the bridge, which the river had, once again washed out. I sat down and watched the water rushing by for a long time. Eventually I stood up and felt off balance somehow, and did a reality check. After I became lucid the temperature seemed to drop dramatically, and biting winds started up. I pulled a red square of cloth out of my pocket- I was wearing pajamas- and shook it out to an ankle length cloak with a hood. Pleased that that trick had worked according to plan, I hopped over the span of bridge that was missing and turned the corner. Now I was facing the moon- well, moons, there were two. I didn't really know what to do next. Whenever we got lucid, we were supposed to try to share dreams, right? From where I was, I wasn't sure how to go about that; I decided to walk to Azra's house. However, the road took an unexpected turn; confused, I walked up into the sky and found that everything about the terrain had changed. I fell out of the air and woke up.

Dream 3 was thoroughly confusing and involved boggarts, brownies, my mom the witch, and five feet of snow on top of it all.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a museum with enormous rooms. The paintings were also enormous. The walls of the rooms may have been twenty or so meters tall. The paintings were just as tall.

I may have been with a group of people, possibly a school group. But I had broken off from them for some reason or another, and I was now walking around by myself.

But I was afraid to go into any of the rooms very far. The paintings on the walls were so gigantic. I was afraid they'd fall on me and smash me. So I could barely go beyond the threshold into rooms.

One room was kind of dimly lit, like from a dirty set of windows in the ceiling. I saw a pair of paintings in the room. The paintings were, I told myself, either by Goya or El Greco.

The paintings had the same subject: a young man in rich attire, something like pink, satin pants and a white shirt. The paintings stood opposite each other in a kind of side niche in the room. I wanted to examine the paintings closer, but I was too afraid of them falling on me.

I left this room -- I think -- and went into another room. The paintings were also huge in this room. But I may have been getting braver about being around the paintings, and I may have stepped quite a few meters into the room.

But now I looked up and saw that there were also paintings in the ceiling, the rest of the ceiling being made out of thick, ornate wood, like in the Rose Reading Room of the New York Public Library. I was now afraid of the ceiling paintings falling on me. They seemed like they'd be heavier than the wall paintings.

Dream #2

It was a greyish day. I was either treading water in a river, moving backwards slowly in a small boat, like a rowboat, in a river, or standing on a walkway through or at the edge of a river.

I may at first have been with a group of older, well-off people, like a tour group. But I'd broken away from the group a bit. The group were all walking along the walkway.

The river was wide, and at the other end of it was a big, kind of square, building. The building faced the river directly, starkly: it may even have been a bit cantilevered over the river.

The building was made of some kind of white stone, but the front of it, or the side facing the river, was of slightly tinted glass. This windowed section curved around the sides of the building as well, giving the white stone of the building a kind of backwards "C" shape.

I knew that the building was an art museum. It was the Art Museum of Mexico or the Mexico Museum of Art. It was a very good and nice museum. But it was also used -- especially the enormous room overlooking the river -- by drug cartels for arranging certain deals.

People liked to visit the museum. But people who went there were always afraid. You always had to be careful not to hear things, or at least not to act like you heard things. And you couldn't offend any person in any way. If you offended someone or acted like you'd overheard some drug deal being arranged, you could be killed.

But for some reason I was feeling defiant. I was going to go into the museum and I wasn't going to act afraid at all. Besides, it was the Mexico Museum of Art. It was full of great works of art. I'd be really disappointed in myself if I didn't see the art works there.

Dream #3

I was in some building. I was near a staircase. Apparently I'd always come here to this place to read. Other people did, too. But I'd come to have a favorite spot for reading on the staircase. And I'd read there all the time.

There were some guys who'd decided to follow me around. They thought I was really smart. They were jealous of me. They wanted to figure out everything I was doing and studying. They thought if they read everything I read, they could get smarter than they thought I was.

One of these guys was an old, kind of tall, white man with a big belly. He wore nice slacks and a nice button-up shirt. He saw I was heading toward the staircase to read. So he either took the place I always took or took a place a few steps higher than my place. Wherever he sat, his plan was to look down at what I was doing, so he could do it, too, and hopefully beat me at it.

I tried to figure out what to do. I didn't really care if people knew what I was doing. I tried to be open about that. But I felt annoyed. I may have thought I'd hide whatever I was doing, just to annoy the man back a little. Or I may have thought I'd just act unperturbed, like the man didn't bother me, or didn't exist at all.

I was on the bank of a river and I had just gotten off a boat. I was trying to drive my car onto a boat dock, but the man working at the dock wouldn't let me. I then found myself walking the opposite way up the bank of the river. I came upon a tree and then I saw an African American male ghost wearing a plaid shirt and he had no legs. He was flying back and forth above the water and was explaining to me how ghosts can be killed. I remember him pointing to the crown of his skull on the left side of his head and he said something like, "This is the only spot you can hit a ghost on the head and kill them". That is all that I remember from that dream.

Dream Recall is not a major problem for me and for some reason I'm very proud of that. I just follow the advice on this site by setting an alarm, drinking water, having a note taking device handy (laptop this time around) and tell myself over and over again I'll wake up and remember my dreams as I fall asleep. I'm 2 for 2 so far. Last night was the first time I tried this in over 2 1/2 years, I don't know why I've waited so long to come back to this, because it is fun.

Here is my dream journal for last night: No LD's but I'm optomistic because 2 1/2 years ago I had a short LD the first time around and recorded over a dozen distinct dreams. This time no LDs but I have at least 8 distinct dreams but fewer details. I think I need to get to bed earlier and not sleep while it's light out still! lol


Start of Dream Journal for Sunday January 8th 2012

6:30AM - Went to Bed - All dreams and writing sessions are written in backwards order last thing first, first thing last.
Went to bed at


9:30AM Woke up myself at naturally!! and wrote the following:
Dream about my Dad and Autumn (Sister) sharing stories about pupeteering. Autumn was telling me all about the different ways its done in some culture/place etc, while she was talking I saw the puppets/marrienettes were on a castle wall top and there was something peculiar about the situation they were in but I can't remember...

Before that I was by the water (river/canal) with my grandparents (Mothers parents) and my Aunt Jenny and for some reason we had a small single person boat/sled type thing which was made of metal and painted white. My grandfather was afraid was going to get SCRATCHED UP. I almost jumped in the water, I felt really cold and warm sorta at same time as I ran around the place my grandmother was. I believe my grandmother was either sitting on a picnic table or gramma was sitting while holding the sled object (somebody else was there) Before this we had been all inside something like a car but it was not exactley a car, somebody other than me was driving and they drove towards the water and grampa got really upset because they drove so close to the water that the tires/something like tires/sled bottom went over the waters edge...

11:30am
I was at autumn and dads living room wth Autumn/Elise Aunt Jen and somebody else we were laying on the couch in order from left to right Mom(or someone else) Elise/Autumn (changed to elise after a while) elise was taking pictures that made entire Pictures that had frames and many smaller shots under neath (when she took the picture of me at the end of the dream the framed picture just appeared above her hangiing in mid air)...

Before this I was in a hospital of sorts and I was in an elevator after running from somebody...

Before this I was with Sheldon(from Big Bang Theory) or my friend Scott, I'll just call this mystery person my friend in a house and we were talking about measures to take in case of a zombie attack or something along those lines. I went into a small place in the corner of the room we were talking in that was supposedly a way to get to the protected celler but I was in there and my friend was trying to get in there or something, I had a small camera in my hand I was trying to give to my friend but the opening between us was too small, there was a glass jar attached to the ceiling above me and I put the camera into it as if I could then screw it back to the wall and have my friend retrieve it from there. While I was doing this my friend was getting frustrated because it was obvious that this was not going to do anything practical, I was very amused by making this attempt but my friend was not (LOL)...

At some point in my dreams there was a war of some sorts that I was part of but it was more like a video game, I was trying to destroy all these things that seemed humanoid, they were outside and I was running from them and also hiding and stalking them a little bit...

2:30PM
I was at someones home and family was there with me and a child that I didn't know, there was an older woman sleeping in a bed and two people and myself were trying to get something off a table near her bed without waking her, when we were trying to do this the something we were getting started to make noise (it may have been a cassette deck that looked bigger much like a VHS tape) I started to pull out the magnetic tape when it started to make noise and tried to stop the tape from moving in a vain attempt to stop the noise and keep the woman from waking up by holding onto it tightly...

...I had a some sort of sex dream involving (edited) perhaps, it was not very detailed but supposedly it was (edited), very strange, never rememembered any sex dreams involving this person before. We were in some sort of shower room and I remember some sort of sex on the floor...

After logging these dreams I stayed awake in bed
Total Sleep approx 8 hours Gotta go to bed earlier!! With work on Monday 11:30AM to 8PM I should get to bed really shortly after writing this. Thanks for reading !! If you made it this far... hehe

Cay's Dreams
Uh, rivers. A running theme of rivers. So if anybody else dreamt of rivers...

Dream 1
I was the nurse, or companion to a little girl. I began watching the series Merlin last night and I looked like the girl who plays Guinevere in the dream. Apparently I'd done something bad- chasing the little girl around the house in play, I'd, I don't know, broken something valuable. The (surprisingly young) widowed master of the house called me to the main room. I was, for some reason under the impression that he was going to cut off my leg below the knee, so I propped it up on an ottoman and braced myself. "I don't want your leg," he spat, "I want your life." I stared. "You'll be killed," he mouthed slowly.

My first instinct was to GTFO, so I darted out the open front door, vaulted over the porch, and into the woods. I'd heard the young master draw his pistol, so I sprang haphazardly from cover to cover until I was able to dive into the river. Having heard the cracking of twigs upon the bank, I stayed under as long as possible. Eventually I drifted through a tunnel. At this point my feeble dream mind had forgotten what I was doing, but I was clinging onto a gray teddy bear with button eyes I didn't remember having picked up.

I came out into bright daylight- it had seemed like early morning when I'd left the house- beating down on the translucent brown surface of the river. The water was so smooth and warm that I lost any sense of purpose, but I kept ahold of that teddy bear. I eventually noticed that there was a lot- and I mean a lot- of debris in this river. The current all seemed to direct it to the same place, a little building on stilts just off the distant bank. I got close enough to see that the water was being churned by wheel on the side of the building, and the debris was directed into a tube that hung below it. I hauled myself up onto a little dock with a small canoe tied to it and let myself into the building.

Inside, my eyes had to adjust. The lights overhead glowed softly blue. A crouching figure started at my entry. It was a small girl, with long blonde hair. Her face was hidden by a great pair of goggles, her hands by rubber gloves. She wore a one-piece swimsuit. In front of her, there was a conveyer belt on which were apparently the smallest items saved from the river, potentially valuable. Her job was to seperate the precious objects from the mud, twigs and- I choked a little- the decaying carcasses of small animals.

At this point, I had become male. Middle aged. So I easily intimidated the little girl, and spent a good time coaxing her back out of the corner to talk to me. She explained that her father ran a resort up the river, and her job was to keep the debris out of the view of the patrons of the Riverbend Hotel. The dream fades a bit here.

Then we were at the resort. It was a mammoth blue structure with balconies and people traveling all over the outside along what look like fire escapes. I got some strange looks for following the owner's daughter about. We met her little brother, and went for a swim in the much clearer water there. I found myself far under the surface and ran out of oxygen- then I began breathing in water as naturally as air (which happens often enough in my dreams). That startled me so that I woke up.

Dream 2
I'm going to type this one in less unnecessary detail because it's morning and I'm hungry.

Again, on a river. This building was open-air, like a bunch of picnic shelters stacked on top of each other. There were a few key dream characters- an older man with a white beard and glasses and his wife, and a paranormal investigator, a tan, dark-haired man in his thirties wearing a white coat. The older couple owned the building and were interested in the goings-on. They pretty much thought they could exorcize the place themselves, and were always tromping around ruining the devices the younger man had set up. I was just on vacation with my family, and we'd picked the wrong place to stay.

There was one room upstairs that I can picture clearly, but have no idea what was going on in it. There was a table in the center, with a number of oblong shapes laid out, and wires running from them to the ceiling. There were also cobwebs everywhere, probably the influence of that first episode of Merlin. Anyway, this was the room that, more than any other the investigator didn't want disturbed, but of course they did. After that, he pretty much yelled, "You fools, you've killed them all!" and GTFO'd.

Then we were in this crazy vehicle that looked like the front engine of a train pulling a wagon, and the adults were wasted. Long story short they crashed into the building on the side with that weird room and apparently let loose all these angry spirits and stuff.

It ended with a- cutscene, I guess you'd call it? It started with what looked like the old man, except his eyes were cast over white and a yellow light glowed from just below his sternum. He was talking to...himself? There was a half dozen of the old man, and it looked like his wife and all my family had also been cloned for whatever purpose...they were acting normal, and seemed to have the same memories and personalities as the originals. I don't know.