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I was in this grocery store helping my parents shop. There was this beautiful woman there I kept glancing at, hoping she would notice me. It turns out I needed to head back her way to grab some cases of coke. I got the cases and as I headed back to the checkout, I glanced back over my shoulder again at the woman, and she was looking back at me this time as well.

Now the dream changes, the grocery store turns into a library with some different DCs. I'm just walking around a bit, looking at the book titles I walk past and heading over to the table area to have a seat. There are some DCs at the tables, reading books. There was a row of chairs out of place, like someone moved them to block off several isles of books. The chair row went down, and turned to the left to make a dead end. These were all the typical heavy wooden chairs a library usually has. I move 2 chairs at the end of the row to the table I was next to so I could sit down. This librarian woman sees me doing this and comes over to me. She starts giving me an attitude which I didn't like, and asks me "where are you from?" I'm thinking why do I have to tell her where I'm from? What kind of question is that? Although I did tell her what city I live in, I wasn't about to just stand there and be grilled by her. I woke up. Take that, I just ended the dream and your existance!

It didn't take long to fall to sleep again, this time I had a short dream about mowing grass. After I mowed, the neighbor next to me mowed his grass too. Over near the border to our yards, there was some tough grass on my side that didn't get cut even. I guess I still had the mower with me, because I used it on the grass until it came out all nice and even. The only thing was I had to keep changing the angle of approach to get it to cut right. When I was done I lifted the mower up off the ground while it was still running even though doing so was dangerous. The blades were spinning fast, but I just set it back down and shut it off. There was some soft ground next to me that the riding lawnmower tore up into mud and left wheel tracks in. Somehow I remember doing that earlier when cutting the grass, so I must have been using both a riding lawn mower as well as the push mower.

caution sexual dream following
The next dream goes back to the library setting again, this time without the annoying lady. There are some DCs there, and one guy has built a robot. The robot actually looks like an old style cylon from battlestar galactia. This robot is running around the place, acting crazy. Somehow it finds C3PO, rips off his head, and places C3PO's head on top of its own cylon head. So now this robot is running around "pretending" to be C3PO, but he just looks stupid to me. The next thing I know is that the guy who built him has now modified his robot so it could have sex. In other words this is now a "male" robot. The robot seems to want me to find a mate for it, that is when I notice this naked woman setting at one of the library tables. Getting her attention, I'm about to hook her up with this robot, and as I'm talking to her, it seems as though her skin changes to metal, looking bronze. It is at this point I start thinking, what the heck am I doing? I'm not giving her to this crazy robot, I want her for myself. She turns back to a normal woman once I start touching and holding her. The crazy robot runs off. So I'm lucid now and touching her tummy, running my hand all the way down, and then back up to her breasts a few times. Then I start caressing her breasts and sucking on them. She was so nice and seemed to be enjoying it. As I was sucking on her nipple, it started to get longer in my mouth and went down my throat. Although I wasn't choking, I could feel it there as if it were trying to give me a little choking sensation. Although it was unusual, it somehow was arousing to me and I kept doing it. It didn't hinder me from breathing. When I started pulling away from her to get her nipple out of my throat, it came out slowly, being constricted, then broke off after only a few inches. At least I think that is what happened, but her nipple looked like it was ok to me, although overly large at this point. She seemed pleased, smiling at me. This is where I woke up.

I had some apple cinnamon oatmeal before bed this night, and I think it helped because while I only had three dreams, really, they were pretty long and vivid.

The first dream started out with me at school, trying to buy Yu-Gi-Oh cards, of all things. I had to take them to Mrs. Gunther-Brown to pay for them. For some reason though, I needed an ID to make my purchase. "No problem,' I thought, "I have my driver's license right here." I pulled out my wallet, and opened it up and showed her. (Also at this point, it was now DE that she was just checking to make sure I had everything. I had to go pay for these somewhere else). She took one look at it, and told me my license wasn't there. I looked for myself and, disappointed, I remember I left it at home because I didn't want to lose it or something. She told me, "I guess you could still TRY to buy them," implying that they might forget to check for ID. Suddenly I was sitting in my desk. I guess you could call this a separate dream, but I don't think it was. It was DE that I had dated Kate, and we broke up, and she was in my class. It was the end of the day, and we were all just waiting for the bell that signaled our leave. Many of the kids in class were up and walking in an orderly fashion around the whole room. There were some kids, like myself, Kate, and some others, that didn't join in. My desk was positioned by the back wall, with just enough space between my back and the wall for people to pass through. As the kids walked behind me, Amanda (I think that was her name) tousled my hair as she passed, which was really out of character for her, because she was really shy in school. For some reason this was a big deal to everyone in class, and the students were all like, "Ooooo, guess who has a crush on Chris." Amanda and I knew that she didn't mean anything by it. Rachel was one of the students that was walking around the room, and to take attention off of Amanda and I, she tousled my hair as well when she walked by, as if to show that it wasn't a big deal. I didn't get a chance to thank her. But anyway everyone forgot about the incident when the bell rang and we started home. Somehow I ended up walking with Kate. I think we were just headed the same way, and I didn't want to walk 5 feet behind her the whole time, so I ended up walking with her. It was pretty awkward, since we already broke up and everything, but I tried to make the best of it. I tried to lighten things with some jokes, but she didn't get them, and that just made things more awkward. There was snow on the ground, and we couldn't see the pavement. There were no houses or trees around, either, but eventually we made it to her house. Her mother wasn't there, but her dad was, and this was the first time I was meeting him, even though I already dated his daughter. I knew that he knew I already hurt her by breaking up with her, and I felt pretty bad about it. When I went to shake his hand (my hands were wet for some reason) and properly introduce myself, I knew his thoughts were, "Oh, so THIS is Chris." Her house was pretty small. We were gathered in her kitchen, which had pale and brown tiles on the floor, and cartoonishly red walls. There were three doorways to the room; the way we came in, one leading to a living room, and one leading to the backyard. The one leading to the backyard was at the end of the room opposite where we came in, and by that door on its right, there was the stove on the wall coming towards us. To the left of the door was a wall with various knick-knacks. Next to the stove was the sink, and then the fridge. To our immediate left was the door leading to the living room. Kate's dad was opposite the side of the stove, where there was a small cafe table and a single bar stool in the corner which her dad sat on. Her dad was a pretty big guy. He was wearing a white tee shirt, which I probably could have fit my entire body in. Sitting down, he was taller than me. He had dark, curly hair, and an Italian mustache. After I introduced myself, which made things more awkward than they already were, their weiner dog ran into the room. Kate's dad took out a pack of twizzlers and fed one to the dog. Suddenly Kate and I were in her bathroom. We were flossing, and since I was still being awkward and nervous, I couldn't get a string of floss out of the container. When I finally did, it was all messed up and tangled. At this point, I think we were back together, and I told Kate, "I'm awkward right now, but once we get to know each other better, I won't be as awkward." Out of nowhere, we were suddenly on a cruise ship, and Kate was replaced with Chrissy, although she was supposed to be the same person. At this point in our relationship, we realised that we were soul mates or some shit like that, like it was destiny that we ended up together. Anyway, the whole time we were walking around the cruise ship, the view in my dream was very zoomed out, and I could see the whole cruise ship, surrounded by dark, night waters. Chrissy and I were about half the size of the ship, since my perception was skewed since my view was zoomed out so much. In little time, the cruise ship was ready to "take off". Without notifying us, the middle of the ship was covered in a giant cap in preparation to zoom beneath the seas. We had to hurry beneath it before the ship dove down. Before we could get under the cap, the ship turned around. Chrissy and I held on tight as the ship spun with force. It turned around so fast that at some points, one whole side of the ship would be underwater. Even though it was turning fast, it took a long while to make a full 180. When it was finally done, Chrissy and I hurried to the cap in the middle of the ship. We unclipped the lock and hinged the cap open. We got underneath and closed it up. Since we were big, we took up the whole space underneath the cap, as if we were sitting underneath a giant, overturned bowl. There was very little light under the cap, and we could only make out each other's silhouettes through the yellowish conversion of light through the top of the cap. Strangely enough, there was a sense of danger in the air, and we embraced each other for the duration of the ride. When we arrived at our destination, we entered a room that seemed to be an inside dock. We were normal-sized now, and as everyone was leaving the ship, some people were being separated, with some being sent to the left, and some to the right. Everyone was wearing jumpsuits, the color of which being between red and orange. There was a conveyor belt that we stood on as we exited the ship, not unlike those found in airports, that brought us to the wall on the other side of the room. The conveyor belt split in two when it reached the wall, and that was how people were separated. The room wasn't as big as you would imagine for an inside dock. The walkway leading to the far wall was only about 25 feet long, and the total length of the wall was about 50 feet. There were two doors (one on the far right and one on the far left) and it seemed that girls were sent to the left and boys to the right. The room had large, orange, metal support beams on the left and right where the dock wasn't. But anyway, Chrissy and I were separated. The last part of this dream that I remember was that I was with a large group of boys (since we were grouped together), and we were gathered around a doorway watching live anime (although I don't understand how that's possible). Adam was there. We knew that we weren't supposed to be goofing off and having fun, but this was all we had.

The next dream I had sort of comes from the last one, in that we were trapped against our will, but it has nothing else to do with the previous dream. In this dream, Brian was evil (why is he evil in my dreams?) and he was keeping Sean and I, and some other people I think, in this house that looked kind of like my cousin's old house in Philly. I wrote down "slave" in my dream journal. I don't know this is really an accurate word to describe the situation Sean and I were in, but it's the first to come to mind. After we were already being held there for a while, one day, while Brian was out, I found out that Sean had been selling weed this whole time. He told me he makes about "$130.00 per box" and I asked him how many box he sells a day. He told me that on a good day, he'll sell up to 5 boxes. I went over to where Sean does his business. In his room, out the window, you could see a single telephone pole with a box on a small platform attached to it. Outside looked post-apocalyptic. The sky was red, the ground was black, and the telephone pole was broken and slanted. On the box, a white dove had made a nest. This dove was Sean's and he trained it to carry the weed and the money back and forth. My dream showed me a shot of what it would look like when the bird carried weed back over to the window. There was just a green orb around the dove. The orb looked like it had been scribbled with crayon by a five-year-old. The closer the bird got to the window, the smaller the orb became. Just then, I heard the door open. I panicked (since we weren't supposed to be doing this) and told Sean that someone was coming home, and we need to hide stuff. There wasn't enough time, and we both were really worried. Luckily, it wasn't Brian. It was Butch, who headed upstairs. Relieved, I went to my room, which was my old room. It was DE that we weren't allowed to listen to music, or shower, but we found ways around those things. For instance, I had this device that I needed to press my bare foot against, and it would play Beatles music.

Before I woke up, I dreamed that I was writing all of this down in my dream journal. I woke up at 8:30, and went back to sleep.

The last dream I had was pretty cool. For starters, I was Batman. I could just end this entry right here, and I'd be satisfied, but I'll keep going. I was lying in a hospital bed because my back and my leg had been broken for the past few months. This was the day I was finally leaving the place. Since I was gone for so long, a new Batman had taken my place. My muscles were also very weak. I tried to stand, and I could barely stay up. There was a kid in the room near me, and it was his birthday. Anyway, there was evil afoot, and I had to spring into action, which was very hard given my weak condition. The kid with the birthday and his mom ran out of the hospital through a long tunnel (like in Star Fox 64) and I had to struggle to keep up with them. We ended outside a school-looking place with a large field of grass. There was a giant pseudobot that was powering up in the field. I finally caught up with the boy and his mom. They were climbing onto the pseudobot and I was inches behind them. We were really high up. There was a riddle we had to solve in order for the thing to not power up all the way. For the riddle, we had a controller with a single button on it. Around us, in the field, there were several parking-meter-shaped poles circling around us. We had to point to controller at the right one and press the button to save ourselves.We were given a hint. The hint was, "Aim for the evening." It was morning at the time, and I noticed that the sun was coming up. Just then I realised; the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. If we could find which pole was furthest west, we could defeat this pseudobot. I had little time, and I had to jump down to the ground so I could aim for the right pole. The kid's mother was worried about me and said that I could be injured all over again. I told her not to worry. "I'll land on my back," I told her to keep her mind at ease. I told her this as if it wasn't my back that was broken, and as if it would provide a soft landing. Either way, we ended up on the ground, and I faced away from the sun. I narrowed my decision down to three of the poles. If I chose the wrong one, the pseudobot would spring to action and kill us all. I faced the sun directly, and turned around to reassure my decision. Now it was between two poles. While the boy and his mom were trying to help by deciding between the two, I decided that it had to be the pole in the middle of the initial three I suspected to be possible choices. I told them, "I am positive that the correct answer is this pole here," and I pointed to the pole. I told them, "I won't press the button unless we all agree on this. We are all in this together." The button on the controller was a lot more sensitive than I thought it was, and I accidentally pressed it. Luckily, I was pointing to the right pole as it was pressed. A spray of green light was emitted from the controller and it surrounded the pole. For some reason, our efforts failed, and I had to fight the pseudobot, although it was in a weakened state. Its head was a giant tube-like structure that was surrounded by rocket launchers, with a space in the middle (inside the tube) where there was orange, organic matter. There was a pattern to its cycle of attacks, and I took advantage of this.

This is where I woke up =(

I'd go into detail on what the pseudobot looked like, but I'm pressed for time right now.

So I'm in this dark room...maybe even a military tent. There's this woman who tells me she should have left yesterday because the robot is going to kill her. She says that the robot is programed to kill other robots that are taller than a wall measurement that was in the room we were in. Now that I think about it, it looked almost like the "you must be this tall to ride" things you see in front of roller coasters. I looked at her and told her, she doesn't have anything to worry about. Then she told me she was a cyborg, and that the robot could find out that she has inorganic parts in her. I think I spent the rest of the dream talking to the robot in order to stall it which in turn gave her an opportunity to sneak out.

The dream begins with a closeup of the alarm clock resting on my bed.
The time reads 12:04. And it is a school day. "Mom!" I yell. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
I walk into her room and find her on the toilet reading a magazine. I beleive her reply was somewhere along the lines of "I was busy."
I groan as I stomped back into my room. I go in my closet and grab my skinnies and a tee. I then begin to rummage through my drawers and I happened to find an odd item. I lift it up and scrutinize it further. The strange item that i've never seen before turns of to be a tan with brown stripes cardigan. I put it around me and it hugged me tightly as the dream scene switched...
...The camera is watching me through a viewing window like in police stations. There are two silouhettes against the window. I am being lifted up by mechanic arms. There are needles and various doctor tools in my skin. With cardigan being the only article of clothing on me, I desprately tried to wrap it around me and everytime I did, a mechanical arm whacked it away. Towards the end of the dream, my head started spinning and the top half was taken off. Then I awake.

I belong to a group of military engineers in charge of repairing, building and "driving" huge war mechs (like those of the manga anime Evangelion).

We are (me and the rest of the team) at the robot shipyard repairing and developing new robots. We have little droids that help us
with heavy machinery.

The construction/developing area is in a pit, and on the top of that pit there´s 2 rooms, one is a canteen and the other is some sort of terrace with windows, through we can see the construction pit.

After the work is done, i go to the canteen, where a birthday party of one of the engineers is taking place.
The place has dim lights, because they are singing "happy birthday with the candles and all.

We are like a family, really tight and close.

Our group reached unique level of technological development, the mechs were so advanced that themselfs could aid us with the repairing they needed to do in their own metal body.

Sometimes we need to use a little ship to reach the robot´s chest, because the robots are really big.

The entry point to pilot the robots is also the chest.

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Comments: This dream is part of dateless dreams series.

He is after me and after a woman (i could see who she was).

Doctor Doom was also there, without the cape, only with the armor.


The internal walls of this scenario were like the walls of a church i know.

To escape from the Anvil monster i started to climb those walls. As i was climbing higher and higher, the anvil monster began to break the wall, in order for me to fall.

I ripped off a metal beam that was sustaining half of the wall and i threw the metal beam it onto the robot...he tried to grab the beam, but it was too heavy and the robot fell below the beam.

After some fighting, me and the woman managed to escape by eluding the robot into going in a different direction than us.

We open a huge door made of wood, and with ornamental spears. The doors had locks everywhere.
Doctor Doom was after us...the anvil robot came back, but this time it was after doctor doom, and he had to run from the robot, using a secret passage inside the church.

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Comments: This dream is part of an amount of dateless dreams between my 18 and my 22 years old

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I was at my dorm with Autumn. My roommate was a former quarterback for his high school's football team, but as he explained later, he got sick of tiring himself out on the field. He invited a girl over from Japan. She was originally from America. The girl had long, slightly curly, black hair. She was really proud of the fact that she was on a game show in Japan. Basically, competitors fought and raced each other on a variety of stages in order to prove their skill. I realized she was talking about a game show I had participated in recently. We each had a white handheld device which allowed us to connect to the game course. We synchronized for a quick practice round. Her avatar on the game show was similar to her actual appearance, but she wore a schoolgirl outfit and star pins in her hair. I took the form of Igarashi Ganta for some reason. For the first round, we appeared on a circular platform in the middle of a pool. The objective was to push the other person off the platform. When the fight began, the girl charged at me. One of her star pins flew off her head and struck me in the heart. I never knew that magic was allowed on the game show; my dad had forced me into participating, and no one told me the rules in English. Anyway, I stumbled backward, and it didn't take long for her to shove me into the water.

"Moonbeam is victorious!" the announcer screamed. I popped out of the game world for a moment, stunned.

"Wow, you're good," I commented.

"I'm one of the best," she answered without leaving the game world. I heard her voice through my console. "Shooting Star Moonbeam." I watched her standing on the platform in awe. When she smiled at me and pointed at the next stage, I reconnected.

I found myself on an obstacle course. I had to climb over a massive cube made of stone, run down a slippery slope while keeping my footing so I could jump over the pit of spikes that came right after, jump across logs sticking vertically out of the water, and finally run across a bridge before a flame on a fuse could burn it down. Moonbeam sent me a heart through the chat interface.

"Good luck!" she said. With the sound of a pistol firing, the second round began. I struggled just getting over the stone block. By the time I made it to the other side, Moonbeam was already on her way over the spike pit. I began to catch up, however. I completed the log obstacle in half her time, so we were speeding down the bridges on each side of the course at roughly the same time. She still came out ahead.

"Moonbeam wins again! She's on fire!" the announcer cried. The bridge erupted in flames behind me.

"That's enough for now," she said, disconnecting. I followed suit.

The dream jumped. Wanting to improve my skills, I helped Autumn join the game show roster. We connected to the game world and set up a system to rapidly strengthen our avatars. Basically, the avatars collected experience and leveled up like in a roleplaying game. There were porcupine monsters that shot out their spines and regenerated them in the game world. Each of the spines gave a little bit of experience. I bought thirty porcupines from a merchant and put them in a room with us. Autumn and I did our best to destroy all of the spines as they shot toward us, and we quickly gained levels. I was already level 121 when we started. By the time I reached level 139, one of the system administrators appeared and destroyed my porcupines. He accused me of cheating because it was too easy for us to level this way. Without considering anything I had to say, he took away the levels we'd gained - plus one more each. I decided this wasn't worth it and disconnected.

The dream jumped. Autumn and I were working on building some kind of giant truck for a performance downtown. It had to be ten times the size of a normal cargo truck. We connected huge steel boxes on lifts while the other people worked on the exterior. It wasn't very hard, but we had to make sure everything was aligned properly while maximizing the size of the cargo chamber. When we were satisfied with it, we had the guy controlling the lift let us out at the front of the chamber. We were done working for the day. Autumn decided to go home and take a nap, but I wanted to eat dinner before leaving, so we parted ways. I grabbed some food and sat down by myself.

Before long, my roommate and Moonbeam joined me. My roommate told stories about working in the union and his high school football days. I just sipped apple juice and kept to myself. He got up at one point to grab seconds, and Moonbeam asked something about dreams. I didn't quite catch it. My roommate came back before I could clarify what she meant. I was a little more interested at this point, and my roommate was interfering... So I put laxatives in his cake and waited patiently. He excused himself when his face paled.

"Be honest," asked Moonbeam, "did you do that to him?" We walked over to the drink machine. I couldn't decide whether I wanted more apple juice, water, or some kind of soda. I decided apple juice was probably best. "Get soda if you didn't do it!"

"Well, I'm not going to lie," I laughed. I filled up my glass with juice. I filled up a glass for Moonbeam, too, but she already had her own. We walked around to the other side of the cafeteria and found strawberries growing in a miniature garden. When Moonbeam pointed them out, I snatched one right out of the garden. It wasn't fully ready for consumption, but it was delicious nonetheless. One of the cafeteria workers got mad at me for eating the strawberries. She took us over to a giant watermelon tree. For some reason, the melon grew into slices, and it was enormous! She pulled down a watermelon slice the size of my body and asked Moonbeam if she wanted any.

"Use your fingers," the worker instructed. Moonbeam took a handful and stuffed it in her mouth. She smiled at me. We continued out of the cafeteria. On the way back to my dorm building, we started free running. I was sliding down railings on my shoes, running across walls, and jumping over anything in my path until I landed in front of a red robot with a computer monitor for a head. The screen said Minahpen - Nephanim backwards. Moonbeam's excitement with our free running dwindled.

"What's that?" she asked.

"It's me from another world," I explained. "Stand back." A rift opened, sucking all three of us in. We landed on a deserted street in what looked like New York City. Most of the buildings were in ruin, and the sky was gray with storm clouds. I was surprised to find my roommate standing behind the robot. "Did you do this?" I asked him.

"Who else would have?" he laughed. "This is payback for what you did to me." I didn't feel any remorse. The robot charged at me and began singing a song. The appropriate background track played throughout the dreamscape. I caught the robot's fist and leaped backward, skidding past Moonbeam. Heeding my advice, she finally took refuge on the sidewalk. I made distance between me and my other self as soon as possible and summoned Axis' gauntlets to my hands. This wasn't a job for Apheri... I wanted to punch myself into the ground.

Lyrics appeared in my field of vision. I stared at the yellow-framed bubble letters in disbelief.

"You want me to sing?" I laughed. Every word I missed made my robot opponent stronger. I sighed and swallowed to clear my throat. The words were in Japanese, so I was even less confident about singing them, but I knew I could do it. As my robot self sprinted forward again, I brought back my fist, charging up my punch with power. I released it just as my portion of the song ended and my robot self reached the limit of my range. He tumbled backward, rolling on the ground until he crashed into a rusty car parked in the road. Moonbeam cheered and applauded me.

"Way to go, Nephanim!" she shouted with her hands cupped around her mouth. I felt strangely empowered. This was my element. I didn't understand why, but I was more powerful than I ever imagined. I clenched my fists and charged after my robot self. Spears of blue light struck the street, but I was too fast for them to hit me. I leaped into the air just before I reached the car and punched the robot in his monitor just as he started to get up. The rusty car slid backward from his second impact.

I woke up halfway, and for a time, I was lying in bed while standing on the deserted street. I turned to look at Moonbeam.

"This is... a dream," I realized. I could feel my body in bed, but I hadn't left the dream yet. "Moonbeam!" I shouted. "I'll see you again!" She and I shared a smile as I fully awakened.

Alpha502's dream

I was riding in a car, and I had a small gun. I shot at random objects, like other cars.The bullets didn't do any damage though. I arrived at a school, and I had to fix the lockers for some strange reason.

A few other kids there were staring at me, and I walked over to them. I said "Ghost", and I have no idea what that is. I think it's a secret group.
They pulled me away, and I ended up in a small room at the top of a tower.

-lapse in memory-

There was a go-kart race going on, everyone looked different and had a special ability. I looked like I was wearing an astronaut suit. The only other person I could remember had a black formula-one racer.

There was a tiny robot thing riding in the kart, and it could change shape because it was made of nanites.

Me and a few other people got way ahead, so we were waiting on a bridge for the other racers. I saw them and screamed, then jumped onto the ground. My go-kart formed around me, and I drove away.

-lapse in memory-

It was nighttime, and I was standing near the bridge from before. My robot turned into a missile and launched at a bird. It missed.

I woke up after this.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

There was a view of outer space, as if part of some documentary. The view swept between a bright star and, probably, two planets which were very close to each other. As it did, a narrator spoke about how the earth was in danger and how people should work to save the environment. But everything the narrator said seemed wrong. She seemed to mistake all the problems and come up with really silly solutions.

As the narrator began talking about the problems on Earth regarding our water supply, the view swept down to "Earth," one of the two close-together planets. The planet was dark from high up in space. It looked like it was mostly dark, barren land with only a few wisps of clouds floating over it.

The narrator's comments again seemed to annoy me with being so off-track. The view now seemed to sweep under some wispy cloud, possibly near a small, sharp mountain. I understood that I was supposed to be watching a space ship taking off somewhere.

I was now on earth, at some place like an air base, looking up into the sky. It may have been late afternoon. The sky was cool, pale, tinged with pink. I seemed to have just finished watching a space ship or an airplane launching into the sky. I now turned my gaze back toward the ground.

I was with two other "people." One of them was actually a computer-graphics car, like the red car from the movie Cars. The other person, and even I myself, may also have been CG cars.

We headed across a stretch of concrete, over to a pick-up truck, which was not CG and not alive. We (cars) were apparently going to ride this pick-up truck away from the base. As we headed over to the pick-up truck, we talked about the environment, as if continuing the narrator's speech. I think I disagreed with everything said, but I spoke and laughed as if I agreed.

We all got in the truck. I got in the bed of the truck, which was covered by a little shell. I got in by swinging myself under a horizontal bar placed just unde the roof of the shell. I'm pretty sure at this point I was a car. Even in the back of the truck I was continuing my talk with the other two people about the environment.

Dream #2

I was in a cluttered living room with two other people. I may have been kneeling before a couch piled with papers and other stuff, possibly including some kind of sheer or lacy blanket.

One of the people, who I never saw, was my friend. I'd come to this place with my friend to plan some kind of party. The house bellonged to the other person, a tall, kind of skinny man with olive-colored skin, longish, frizzy, black hair, and plastic-rimmed glasses.

We were looking through piles of photos or headshots. We were trying to match something about the headshots with something about the attitude of the party, to decide how to make the party and who to invite.

I ran across a kind of strange photo of a girl. She was maybe ten or eleven years old, and she had a kind of nerdly look. But something else about her made her look like a robot. It was like I could see that under her short skirt there was a bunch of gears and machinery.

My friend (a woman?) saw that I found the photo a little strange. She snatched the photo out of my hands. Something about the girl was a secret, and the woman figured I was just about to ask what that secret was. The woman said, "This little girl was his (the man's) daughter."

The man seemed to understand that I had caught on that the girl looked like a robot. The man, kind of as a confession, told me that the girl had been a robot. She had been like a daughter to him. But apparently she was no longer alive.

Dream #3

I was in some strange, small space with my brother and sister and my mom's ex-boyfriend, TV. The place was supposed to be like a store. It looked like a mix between a sidewalk newsstand and an unfinished basement. The counter and front shelf were really small. The shelf area and the back area, behind the counter were lit with a kind of yellowy, fluorescent light. But evertyhing else was dark.

TV stood behind the counter. My brother and sister stood before it. They were both little kids again. I stood off to their left, in shadows. I may have been a little kid, too.

The shelves were all lined with detergent. TV had told us that he was looking for detergent so he could do our laundry. But, he said, the detergent he usually used was all gone. There were a lot of different kinds, but most of them were so different, they wouldn't work at all. It was like they weren't even detergent.

TV really seemed to wish he could find the old kind of detergent. We kids were all hoping that TV could do our laundry. My brother handed TV a few different types of detergent. But TV rejected them. One of the detergents looked like a drink pouch with a big, thick, orange cap. Most of the boxes of detergent were yellow and orange.

I was starting to think our laundry would never get done. But finally my brother found an old-fashioned looking box of detergent. The box was plain and yellow, and it had small writing, in a kind of old-fashioned font, all over each of its sides. This detergent was apparently the generic version of the kind that had run out.

My brother handed this box to TV. TV accepted it, possibly a little reluctantly. It was good enough. So he'd be able to do our laundry. But TV still seemed like he'd rather wait until he got the kind of detergent he actually liked.

Dream #4

I was living with my family. We had just gotten a maid.

I had just come back from something like work. I was kind of excited to see how well the maid had cleaned the house. I may also have had a little bit of an arrogant feeling that the maid would say my room had been the cleanest to begin with.

But my mom told me that the maid said I needed to clean my room better before she came to clean it. My mom said that the space under the bed had stuff under it, so she wasn't able to clean it.

I seemed to be going up a stairwell to my bedroom. I was holding onto the straps of a backpack I was wearing. I slowly entered the room and looked under my bed. The carpet was really dusty. A crumpled pair of khaki slacks lay on the carpet.

There was also a strange coffee cup which appeared to be either styrofoam or paper. But also seemed to be made of glass or ceramic. It had a white base, which faded up into a watercolory blue and green. There was a glass or ceramic flower with green petals and a pink center attached to its side.

I could see how this stuff could have blocked the maid from cleaning under my bed. I was a little ashamed for not having realized I'd left this stuff here.

Dream #5

The opening credits for some TV show were playing. The TV show was about some kind of normal American town, where all the characters were really normal and plain, except that they all seemed to have some sort of magic power or another. Each person had a different magic power.

The opening credits gave a screen shot to each of the main characters, giving the actors name, the character's name, and a short description of the character. Most of the characters have escaped my memory.

There seemed to be one blonde woman who looked like an average young mom. She wore a green cardigan sweater with a cherry-tree-branch design on it in black and white. She also wore skinny, black slacks. During her screen shot, she was doing something like shifting a pile of clothes from one place to another.

The final person also caught my attention. He was by far the gaudiest person in the town. He may have been gay. He worked at some department store, like the store in the British sitcom "Are You Being Served." He had feathery, platinum blonde hair and tan skin. He wore some kind of flowing white shirt and a black vest. He also seemed to be adorned with huge, cubic, shimmering crystals.

As well as being gay, he may have been the most "out" about having magic powers. His screen shot showed him in his department store, throwing his arms up in the air in some dramatic, magic gesture.

The show now began. There were two women and one man in a very stage-like setting. The space was supposed to be a beauty salon. But it was just a huge stage with a polished white floor. One the right side was some scenery like neon cut-outs of trees and vegetation. But this was supposed to be the real outdoors. The man stood out near this area, wearing a white terry cloth robe and sipping some kind of fruit drink.

The two women were near the center of the stage, by two chairs like dentist chairs. These were for beauty salon customers.

There was some kind of contest. Whoever won would get a free treatment at the beauty salon. One of the women was the worker at the beauty salon. The other woman went to the salon all the time.

The man began to mock the contest a little. He said, "Well, what happens if I win and I get to go to the beauty salon? What do you do to me?"

The man was suddenly in one of the chairs, naked. As if he were asking if this would happen, his body was suddenly slathered in a bunch of white, painty material. The man was wiggling back and forth, making throaty "Agh!" sounds, as if he were digusted, but also acting like he loved whatever it was he was going through. He asked, "Is this what you would do to me if I won the contest."

The customer woman now stood where the man had previously stood, by the neon paper vegetation. The man asked, "Is this what you do to her when she comes here?"

The customer woman was really pretty. She was blonde, heavily made up and dressed in the style of a 1990s business woman, with a red dress exposing a V of chest. But now she was naked. She walked to the chair to the man's right. She got in the chair upside down and facing in toward the chair, so that her really nice rear end just kind of stuck way up in the air.

I was hoping that the worker woman (red-haired, pale-skinned, with glasses, done up partly like a 1990s business woman and partly like Diane Keaton in the movie Manhattan) would start rubbing the naked customer woman down with whatever kind of white gunk the man seemed to be coated in. It felt like it would easily turn into some kind of erotic lesbian scene, which I would love.

Dream #6

I was in a morgue, which looked a bit more like some kind of crafts workshop, or theatre's backstage construction area. The place was full of tables and equipment, most of which seemed suited to a factory. There was a mortician somewhere for a little while. But after a while, he was gone.

I stood surrounded by a few work tables, like for cloth cutting or some other kind of craft. Across the way from me, though, a line of bodies were laid out on tables. The tables were all low, maybe knee-height. They all looked like work tables, and they were all separated from each other by kind of bulky pieces of equipment or machinery.

I saw four or five bodies in the line. Two bodies to my right were of men wearing soccer outfits, as if they had been soccer fans or soccer players. One of the men wore a green uniform. The other wore a yellow one. Both men were short, a little stout, and Latino. They had slightly cut up faces.

A woman's body was just off to my left. She was white, middle-aged, pale skinned, a little overweight. She had shoulder-length, red-brown-dyed hair. She lay on her back and seemed to be frozen in the position of taking a picture with her phone, which she held with both hands.

Something like narration ran through my head about how every person dies frozen in the position of whatever they were doing the instant they died. The woman now turned her head toward me and said, "Yes. That's true."

I was surprised that this dead woman had just spoken to me. But the narration said, "The dead can come alive to speak to the living when they have questions."

The woman was struggling to sit up, but she seemed more like she was sliding off the table. But, still, she was cheerfully confirming what the narrator had just said. She told me she could stay alive long enough to answer my questions.

I felt like it was really important to ask good questions and to focus on what was being told to me, because you don't get to talk to dead people every day.

I was with people, and there was a fight using magic. There were also robots joining in the fray. Some use stuff like kamehameha, etc. After some time, we're just hanging out. I went to look for an eatery nearby, and found one. The place looked like we're in an island of sorts.

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Dreamsigns:

Fight (I rarely do)
Magic
robots

Dream Journal

April 28th 2011

dream induced

i'm flying high above a city, as lucidity occurs, i find that i'm a beautifully colored bird. as im flying, i suddenly notice that there are others like me flying around, out of nowhere a jet plane appears
and begins to attack the city, i swoop down and latch on to one of the planes locked missiles, and slash it with one of my talons, causing it to explode destroying the jet, as i'm flying away i notice that a large force of these unknown aggressors have appeared. there's things from tanks to even giant robots walking around as i'm flying, a robot stumbles out from behind a building, another bird, apparently a friend of mine, is using an old missile launcher to fight it off, as they go by. i yell "way to go" and fly off in the opposite direction as i'm flying there, my dream ends and i wake on my couch from my nap.

a
May 13 2011



I found myself playing in some dirt outside a roadside diner.
My identity changed to more of that of an adult and I got up and went inside hearing all kinds of happy conversations.

My senses were pretty open and I could feel all the people in the place.

Once inside I saw it was a nice bright coffee house like place. I walked into the center of the tabled room and then thought 'I'd like to sit with the 2 quirky gay guys, they seem interesting' and started to walk over to their small round table. They got up glaring at me and left.
Telepathy works both ways, hmm, I'll have to watch my telepathic outflow more.

I sat at the now empty table and listened to people talk which was a bit confusing because their verbal words and their metal words, that I was telepathically picking up, did not always match .

Guy1: "Oh that's great!" 'whatever'
Guy2: "I know right" 'I'm bored'
Guy1 "You must feel lucky?" 'I guess'
Guy2 "Oh I am" 'not really'

This was messing with my head and I tried to change my focus and then I saw a hovering robot about the size of an office trash can, it had a yellow light on its metal domed top and a red colored hair-like metal decoration under its hat like top, no face.
'I wonder what this is doing here'
Robot: 'I'm interested in human men-kind."

I was glad it was completely telepathic.
It stayed by me and intenetly watched the 2 other guys talking.
I plugged my attention into the interplay between the robot and the conversation but it was boring and my mind drifted.
'mankind hmm'
'yep'

I then felt a pull outside

This was no regular outside place, I felt no humans at all, as if they had never existed, though I thought that they had something like a million years ago.

Then I saw the dark figures move, I was looking at a strange group of chimp sized apes, about 20 of them. They weren't chimps, their faces were different, fuller and wider, and they all had a little gray hair around their faces.

My senses were still open and their radiation (a telepathic flow of consciousness you get from conscious things) felt a lot like human's but very simple like a 2 year old.

One was trying to kill a wasp that had flown out of a hole in the ground. He knew it could sting and was holding it by its wings and hitting it on the hard packed ground to kill it and knock off the stinger. The wasp was hardier than the strange chimp thought and I could feel he was sorry he had chosen to eat this insect. Another youner ape came over and watched and motioned with his hand in a whipping motion to rip the wings off but the older ape didn't get what the younger ape was trying to say.

I woke up wondering what happened and why I woke in the middle of that story.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was watching a commercial that looked like it was from the 1970s. There was a black bakckground. In the foreground was a side-lit vending machine. The vending machine was basically a clear, plastic bubble atop a red, rectangular stand.

Inside the vending machine were little robots. They were toy robots. An announcer said that the robots were made in Japan. There was a close-up of the robots. They looked like they were made of wood rather than plastic. They seemed to have been made in two or three pieces. A main piece was c-shaped, like an old telephone receiver. Then there was a rectangular shape that revolved within the c-shape. Atop the c-shape was possibly a small, marble-like head. The toy was red with yellow squares running down it.

I found something wrong about the toys. They seemed to be projecting a strange message about the body to children. I couldn't believe that the toys were made in Japan. So I tried to get at the toys, for a closer look.

I was now on a stage, where there was blue light, like a fake sky, somewhere in the distance, blocked by a number of black scaffolding pieces and stage walls. I walked into a dark, black corner of what now may have been a room. I saw a vending machine. It was huge, and the top half of the sphere was missing, so I crawled right into the bowl of toys.

Somehow I found out that the robot toys had actually been made in Germany. But I didn't seem to be able to grab any of the robot toys. Instead I grabbed what I thought was a robot toy, but which ended up being a thin, long pillow with a pink, plushy casing around it. The pillow actually spoke if you either pressed some part of it or pulled a string.

The pillow had said something strange, so I tried to make it speak again. I pressed the button inside it and bent it and played with its string. I may finally have gotten it to say something, again something strange.

Dream #2

I was in a car with my mom, possibly on a grey day. We had driven up to some hotel, which looked more like a series of townhouses. I was apparently going to stay here for some amount of time, for something like a vacation involving my family, but not quite with my family.

We walked into the front office so I could get checked in. Along the left wall there was a whole display of pornographic programs for sale. I picked out one that looked particularly interesting to me, a lesbian porn flick. Apparently you had to get a big card, which was like a DVD, and then a smaller card, which was like a calling card.

The larger card was yellow. The smaller card was purple. On its front were photos of pin-up style girls. On it back was a description of the film. Some of the language was porn-like and hot. But eventually the language became the description of some piece of classical art in a museum. I thought, Don't they think that kind of language is a real turn-off?

I had walked up to the front desk, where my mom was talking with the worker, a pretty, Asian girl. Behind the desk and in some rooms off to the left, everything was dim. I was suddenly on the phone with my grandmother. I was telling her about some kind of bad thing that had happened in my family, something involving either my brother or sister getting really angry.

I was walking around in one of the side rooms, which was now like my mom's living room and kitchen combined. I was kind of getting sick of telling my grandmother about the incident. So I told her that my mom had lunch ready, so I was going to go and eat it. I could see the lunch -- something like a birthday cake with white frosting and blue sprinkles -- being set on a counter cluttered with books and other things.

My grandmother was already pestering me to call her back in five minutes. I told her I probably couldn't.

I had hung up the phone. My mom, my brother, and I were all in a room like a living room in an apartment. My brother pointed to a picture on the wall and asked if that was by Henry Darger. I said it was and then looked over my right shoulder at it.

The painting all seemed to have been made on wood. It looked like it was four large fragments, not quite the whole painting, all within a wood frame of the same thickness of the wood on which the painting was done. The painting was mostly white, and it depicted little girls on a battlefield.

My brother had been concerned that this was a fake Darger. I tried to assure him it wasn't. On the opposite wall, right near a corner around which was a dim room, was another Darger fragment. This was painted on a huge block of material that looked like cardboard. The painting depicted two children in a deep, green forest. But the two children were just bellies and legs -- nothing else. They looked like the bottom half of Homer Simpson, except shorter and with green pants.

The fragment was shaped like a patch of camouflage, and it hung like a lone puzzle piece in a much larger, rectangular frame of the same cardboard material. I looked closer at the thick fragment. All the colors of the painting appeared to go straight through the carboard, as if you could slice the carboard at any width and find the same picture.

My mom started getting hysterical. She said I wasn't paying attention to her problems, and that I'd pay for it. I acted like I didn't care. But then she said something like she had a lot of ways to make me pay, such as getting me arrested.

I turned away from her. We were now in something like a subway car. Three kind of trendyh, young men all walked up to me. I thought they were going to start trouble with me, as usual. But they asked me if I wasn't the guy who "that tall, blonde guy had hit on the head on the train." I said I was. They all kind of cheered me on. They said they had all been watching me, and that they thought I'd handled the situation really well.

I was trying really hard to remember the situation. But all I could remember was that I didn't get intimidated and I was ready to fight the guy, but that he had walked away. I made some body motions, swinging my body back and forth and holding my fists up. The guys mimicked me.

I was kind of hoping the guys would get off the train. I felt like the situation could easily change and that the guys would decide they didn't like me. I tried to change the subject. One of the guys was wearing a t-shirt with the Superman logo on it. So I asked the guys about Superman.

General text non-lucid dream awake lucid dream

I don't really have much to say on the dream/dreams of the night. I remember waking up in the middle of the night, but I barely had any memory of my dream at that point. I didn't write anything in my journal at that point because I was so tired and I had so little information. I had another dream between that moment and the time my alarm went off. My recall of this one was also horrible, so I'm not even sure what fragment belongs to which dream.

One fragment I can remember is standing in line to an amusement park. I was with my grandpa and I pointed to a wooden roller coaster that was built around a small mountain. I yelled, "OMG!!! That's my favorite ride!" Although I don't remember anything after that, the roller coaster probably woke me up.

This fragment was even worse. All I remember is being in some place that was a cross between a jungle and a swamp. I remember being in a Jeep with some other guy who had a funny mustache. I also keep getting a vision of a giant steel robot in the jungle.

I guess I need to work on dream recall a little more.