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Fragment 1:
I found myself on one of the new light rail trains, perhaps by mistake. It felt like a spaceship.

Fragment 2:
I was in my fiance's room and got surprised by the presence of the vocalist of Love Spiral, a screamo band from Oakland. We talked about various things and overall it was a good time. I believe someone else was there too.

Fragment 3:
I was in San Francisco trying to head back to my hotel on a bus. A black haired girl in baggy clothing was telling me about something starting that she's organizing where here and a bunch of other people are going to be tagging everywhere they can find throughout the city. We look out the window and she says "oh huh, looks like it's already started". Somehow I end up talking about COVID safety and one lady with blonde hair and a blue shirt and dress is upset about mask restrictions, saying that the pandemic is over. I get extremely argumentive to start with but then dial it back and talk about a friend of mine who has long covid and can't walk. Her mind appeared to have been changed. A friend of the other girl was acting quite rowdy and a Wikipedia page plays in my head about how she's the drummer of the band that the other girl is in, and that they're known for being this wild on the bus. I get off at a stop closer to the protesters with the black haired girl and she gets in her car to drive the rest of the way while I walk. San Francisco looks quite a bit more suburban and expansive in the dream, as if it isn't on a peninsula.

I had Men in Black searching for me in a building. I sneak down stairs, and went invisible (influence from Deus EX: MD). They couldn't see me, but I feared they could still "feel" my footsteps on the ground. I accidentally kicked over a bottle (or something), betraying my location. I continued to sneak away. By trying to minimize the "weight" of my footsteps, I discovered I can "glide" right above the ground. This over time evolved into full-fledged flight, and I flew away from the facility. I somehow "knew" I was flying just south of San Francisco, moving from (roughly) San Mateo to the north-west. I was flying quite high, but the environment looked "industrial", like a harbor district. The architecture was surreal. There was a beautiful sunset. I saw a giant cargo ship on land, laying on its stern, leaning with the bow against a huge concrete structure. I flew under it, through the triangle-shaped opening underneath. As always, it felt exhilarating to fly, and I used (as is becoming the custom) the Superman pose, using my arm (clenched fist) to change direction. Again, changing direction was difficult for me for some reason. It's as if even though the laws of physics don't count, the law of momentum just refuses to go away. At some point, I encountered another character in the air, perhaps two. They did something I would prefer to forget.

Ritual: This was my third experiment with the vibrating alarm. Again it was successful, though in a somewhat inexplicable way. I had intended to get lucid but slept from 1:00–6:20am, and realized when I woke it was too late for a proper WBTB. So I used the vibrating alarm, set to go off in 45m. It was 7:19am when I awoke again, so it must have triggered, but I never felt the vibration at all this time. I had an NLD I don't clearly recall, and then a DILD—in which I simply became aware that I was dreaming, with no particular RC or "aha!" moment. The lucidity was low-grade, though, in that I never remembered the tasks I had intended to work on.

DILD: I found myself in K&L in San Francisco. (This is a real wine store that I like, but the dream version had no physical resemblance to RL.) While browsing I noticed all the good food in the cases—fresh food, like slices of cake on plates, ready to be eaten—and reflected on how amazing the food culture is in SF that you can even get great fresh food in a wine shop. There was a tray with samples of wine, generous pours of about two ounces in full-size glasses, and another tray with samples of a variety of little cut bars and pastries. As I began eating and drinking, the impression dawned on me that I was dreaming, but I felt that I was not fully integrated. (This must have been dream logic; I was already deep in dream so there was no question of integration, but apparently what I was sensing was that I was not fully lucid.) I thought that using my senses would help, so I was focusing on the tastes and textures and even the sounds that occurred as I sampled the various confections. I wanted to find one that was more savory than sweet. A couple pieces were green in color, which seemed promising, but they turned out to be more dessert-like than I had hoped. I was amused to notice how I was behaving with dream protocols: if I didn't like a piece, I would just spit it out and leave it on the tray, an act that would be incredibly rude and disgusting in waking life!

I thought after I got better integrated I should go explore the dream—wasn't there something I was dreaming about earlier, a wilderness landscape, that it would be interesting to get back to? I recollected it only vaguely. But first I wanted to try each of the food samples. The very last one I tasted was savory after all, and had a kind of bi-layer construction with a spicy-savory mixture sitting on top of a nest of dried coconut strands—it was my favorite, and I wished I could get the recipe.

Nearby was a little display box full of pamphlets or maybe even CDs about nuns, and as I leafed through them I saw that they broached the question: do nuns wear their habits even when they are locked away together in their nunneries, or do they, like Muslim women, remove their head coverings when at home? I felt that in waking life I knew the answer but now I couldn't remember. I thought about it and considered that the tradition of nuns covering their head must be related to similar phenomena in related cultures and places, such as the way women have to cover their heads when attending a Russian Orthodox church service. I figured it probably did have ties to the tradition among conservative Islamic women to cover their heads. I concluded on this basis that nuns would indeed remove their wimples when alone among themselves. (In retrospect I'm pretty sure I wrong, but I can't say with absolute certainty. The only Christian nuns I've met don't wear habits at all!)

Earlier, when I had decided that I would go explore the dreamscape after I was done here, as if in direct response to my thoughts a horse had promptly cantered up outside the shop and stood there waiting for me. (If only my human DCs were so obliging!) Now that I was finished eating I went outside and prepared to ride away. The horse had been completed tacked up when he arrived—excessively so, I had thought, as he seemed to be carrying bedrolls and other long-distance gear—and when I mounted he had definitely been wearing a saddle because I distinctly braced my foot in the stirrup and held the pommel to get on. However, no sooner had I started riding away than I felt I was slipping around a bit and was surprised to discover that this was because I was riding bareback. Oh well, it will be good practice. I remembered how some people say that LDs can help you practice RL skills, and I figured that I could certainly use some practice improving my seat and position, so I decided to focus on that for a while and see if it paid off in this week's lesson.

I still felt we were in downtown San Francisco but everything felt old-timey. Even the cars looked like 1920s models. Fortunately there weren't many of them, because I was moving through the city at a canter. I realized how unrealistic this was: in RL I would hesitate to stress the horse's legs by cantering on hard paved streets, and I definitely would not cross intersections without stopping, like I was doing now, but since I knew I was dreaming I felt it would be okay. Crossing the street still felt dangerous as there were sometimes cars coming, but there weren't too many of them and they were going slow enough that we were able to dodge one another. I was cantering because that is the gait where I need the most improvement on my seat and position: I was focusing on trying to keep my legs long and heels down, with my core on, back straight and shoulders back.

We cantered right out of the city, though I was paying so much attention to my form that I didn't have much to spare for my surroundings. Just as in RL I noticed the tendency for my legs to creep up and my torso to lean forward at the canter, so I was trying to counter these bad habits and reinforce good ones. At some point I finally halted the horse, and I worked on trying to do that properly as well, keeping my seat deep and using my weight properly. The dream ended around this time, as though by halting the horse I halted the dream.

Last night, 4/7/13, Sunday - bed 12:30 - 9:20

2 very long and detailed dreams

1. I was driven in San Francisco, but only half way. When I'm walking, I'm trying to find out, where I am and how far I need to go. So I'm showing people a map - here is the river, I need to go on this main street and hang left to the main station. Something about bike rider, showing me his club, his friends showing up...

2. I'm visiting or doing something in a mansion in Beverly Hills. The place is huge, like 40 rooms or so. I'm ready to leave, so we are looking for our shoes. Someone tells us, that they have been shined for us. We go to a table and find our shoes sitting in yellow blankets with pink bows on them. I open my blanket, but there is only one shoe. It looks very nice, though.

So, I look everywhere for it. Open other blankets, look under table, asking people around. They have some kind of a party, so there is lots of very rich looking people there. I ask some of them, and I ask some of the staff in the house. They have buttlers, babysitters, some guys were putting up a wall full of posters and decorations, around 30 people on staff.

I'm walking through hallways and each is different. One is decorated with white marble statues set in walls, it creeps me out a bit. I go through bathrooms, other rooms.

I see lots of people sitting in a great hall room, there is people going in the bar with modern piano, there is an media room that has walls made of glass.

I didn't find my shoe. But the lady of the house cut me a check for 100 to buy me new pair.

Outside of the house, on a steep hill, a girl is playfully pushing another girl, while she is holding on to the tree. Someone else doesn't like it, because she could have pushed her down into the ravine.

3. I'm working in this big house with lots of lawns and green places. There is a huge, 20 ft long, white snake laying on the side of the walkway, in the green, all coiled up. I know he is there, but each time I walk buy, I forget and remember after I went buy.

I tell about snake to the lady of the house. I tell her, that I found another one, coiled up in a barrel. It's because she leaves the doggy door opened. She should keep it closed, and call a professional to look everywhere.

There is a miniature cow living in a hollowed out rock. It's size of a mouse. I take the rock and look for some nice, grassy place, away from snakes. When I see him first run to the rock, I'm thinking, how interesting, I have never seen an animal in my dream before.

I have some detailed converstions with her.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My dad has taken me and the family to Manfred’s Restaurant,in San Francisco. Manfred’s is a diner-style burger joint, complete with boothsand a long bar with barstools. Behind the bar is where the waitresses stand,taking orders and serving up witty remarks.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the end of the bar, far from the door, two old guys sitand talk, and by their appearance and familiarity with each other it’s obviousthey sit here every day, rain or shine. Both men are in long overcoats and havetheir hats sitting on the bar next to their food.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We are led to a booth somewhere near the back of therestaurant, across from the old guys. I ask if the burgers are really big, andthe waitress holds up a plate with a massive burger on it. The bun is threetimes normal size, the meat is double-layered and heavy, and the cheese ismelting out the sides, peeking out from under the lettuce and tomato. Somepickle slices are on the side.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“That is a BIG burger, “I tell her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You bet it is!” the two old men chime in unison.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“…but I don’t want to see even a single pickle with myburger, do you understand me?” I try to make this last point clear withoutsounding like an ass.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The waitress replies, “No problem!” She turns around to submitthe order to the short-order cook behind her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]While my order is cooking I decide to leave my group andstep outside, for air or a change of scenery I don’t know. What I see outsideis so unexpected I nearly drop my jaw in amazement.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Standing in front of me, larger than life, are magic horses.I know of no other way to describe the sight before me. One horse is standingon top of another horse, perfectly balanced, and the bottom horse is walkingpast the restaurant, seemingly part of a travelling magic show, or possibly anew circus act on the way into town. I’m staring at this, just dumbfounded,amazed that such a feat is possible.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As the balancing act passes by, another horse appears to myright, and this animal is very tall, with legs twice as long as they should befor a horse. The element of magic is apparent in these animals, and I amreminded of when I was a kid staring up at animals bigger than me, wonderinghow they do what they do.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]All this excitement and fanfare is passing by, and I followa crowd of people moving in the opposite direction. I have only moved a fewfeet from the door and I come upon a pile of broken glass on the sidewalk, nearthe corner of the building. Being a helpful citizen I begin picking up thelarge, red glass shards. Some are larger than my hand, and all have sharpedges. Only half way through and with my hand full I pick up one more piece ofglass and get a small cut, though the sting is enough to make me jerk my hand,spilling most of the glass back onto the sidewalk.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m disappointed in myself but the pain is real, so I headback towards the restaurant, knowing I can get cleaned up inside. By the door,next to a large potted plant, I come upon another pile of broken glass, and Ifind myself wondering how so much mess got there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Inside, the restaurant is now quite crowded, packed, and Iveer to my right to where I suppose the bathroom ought to be. I go up a set of three stairs and intoanother room filled with tables and hungry patrons, looking around for the dooror hall to a bathroom but none is visible. Either the bathroom has been moved,I think, or this restaurant has no bathroom. I had intended to wash my handsafter picking up glass but I guess I won’t.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk back into the main part of the diner and find mydaughter sitting on one of the stools, a strange man sitting next to her andgrinning wide. I sit down between him and her and put my arm around her,suddenly mad that my dad has left her sitting here by herself, while he and myson moved to the far end of the bar to get away from the crowd and the singing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Off to my left and closer to the door a heavyset man isbelting out an almost operatic melody, but somehow it is comical and garish. Heis dressed in a blue cape, covering a white shirt and wide pants. He has a tallblack hat on his head, and is sporting a large, dark mustache. I presume he issome form of Italian opera clown, and I turn my back to him and his awkwardappearance.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I want to move down to the end by my dad, but suddenly Ifind myself on a moving bar stool, one of the most unusual experiences I’veever had in a restaurant. My stool is still attached to the floor, but thesection of the floor below me is moving, taking me and my stool in an ovulararc around the restaurant. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The other customers in the diner find this weird also, andmore than half of them leave, put off by a combination of confusion at themoving floor and the really bad singing by the fat man at the door. I don’tblame them. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After three or four spins around the room the circulating floorstops, and I come to a rest halfway down the bar from where I had been.Standing up I find myself dizzy, wobbly, and disoriented, an odd sensation fora dream. I can’t recall ever experiencing this in a dream before, and I have abrief hint at lucidity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk over to my dad, still sitting at the end of the bar,and I ask him where my burger is.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I sent that bad boy home.” He says almost gruffly,gesturing at the counter waitress. I presume he means he sent it back, and I amupset that my burger is gone. I’m hungry, and I need something to make up forthe glass and orbiting stool.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, it’s in here.” The waitress opens up my daughter’sbackpack and inside is my burger and the awesome French fries it comes with. Ilook around but there are no pickles, so I am satisfied.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Fast forward to the drive home; We are in my SUV, drivingtowards Alameda, and I’m talking to my dad casually. As we approach a freewayunderpass I turn to him and say, “I love you very much, dad, but if you ever doanything like that again, I’ll kill you.” I mean this in a non-violent way,jokingly, to emphasize how I didn’t like him leaving my daughter or placing myfood in her backpack, but I pause and contemplate what I just said, and I feelbad. I don’t want him to think I hate him, though I am upset, and now my mindis lost in thoughts of remorse.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I suddenly comeback to reality and find that no one isdriving the SUV, and I literally ask, “Who’s driving the car?” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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Prisoner of Love (FRAG)

I was either in a prison or a intensive camp and I was flirting with this one girl. It counted that I was in a thing with this girl bt then later on I was seen flirting with another girl and then the first girl came in and saw me and was all piss so then I was trying to win her back and things but none of it worked. The camp (i'm going with camp) counselor kept trying to gently get me to stop because nothing seemed to be working but I was stupid and stubborn and kept trying and ended up doing more harm then good. There were magical aspects of this dream but I can't remember them...

Camp Delights

Me and my friends Nick and Frankie were driving through the woods when we stumbled upon this campsite. It was cool because we were at the top of the hill and the campsite was further down and there were 2 paths, one was a straight down path and the other was a swirly san fran hill path. We took the straight. When we got to the bottom I'm pretty sure there were multiple buildings but we decided to be squaters in this one building. It was full of normal things that happened somewhat strangely-the one I can remember was when I got hungry, I would get a pancake from the closet, put it on the bottom side of a skateboard deck and snap the part of the deck that was holding the pancake off of the rest of the deck and use it like a plate. I did this twice. Then I saw an old person in red walking quickly away. He saw me and we had to get out of there as soon as possible. We all ran out to the car but there were these three small 8ish yr old kids who were hanging off of Frankie and he had to violently push them off. We started the car and went on the swirly path up the hill because surely the old man would have called the cops and they were headed down the main st. I was in the back seat and there was a blanket that I was trying to get under wile still watching what was happening on the outside. We passed these strange tank like machines that I knew were for construction and then I woke up.

I forget the larger dream that surrounded, but a DC started to have a dream and me and the other DCs where able to view it.
We were kind of off to the side, still able to see, and somehow in the scene although we stayed still as it moved, but unable to interact and mess with it

It was all in black and white and the DC approached shore in some sort of huge un-described vessle. A giant sea lion dashed by in front of her and she was shocked. He was terrified of seal lions. She was coming to the shore of San Francisco. A couple large vehicles come around the corner each carrying a statue of liberty. There ended up being about five in all. The sea lion again passes only on land.

Sad that I will remember my DCs dream but not mine

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This whole adventure stared with a normal dream that I can't remember the details of, and lead into a false awakening.

I woke up the same place I had fallen asleep, on the couch, to my roommates L and S and S's family getting home from the Chinese New Year Parade. I turn to tell S my dream, but in stead she mocks me for falling asleep instead of doing my homework. I told her I didn't plan to sleep for long, and she asked when the paper was due on the story I was reading. I told her there was no such paper, I just had to read the story. She gave me the face of "sure there is no paper" and began to walk away. I decided to write my dream into my dream journal and that reminded me to do a reality check.

I pinched my nose shut, closed my mouth and was able to take a full breath. "Oh my God! I am dreaming" I say with excitement. For awhile I was just nerding out that I knew I was dreaming and the dream began to shift. I looked through the house and saw sections missing. Not like the walls just weren't there, but a loss of detail in the dream. I if I had painted white over it with photoshop. Not many of the things in the room were retaining their detail. I thought it might be because I was not able to retain all the information within my conscious mind.

I began to wonder what I should do. I could do anything. I turn to see my roommates S and M on the couch. I turn to M and say "hi" in a silly way. (It almost a ritual irl to keep saying it over and over each time getting more silly) She turns and looks at me with a blank, neutral stare. Clearly not interested in socially interacting with me. I am not phased (for I am used to that irl) I say hi again in an even more ridiculous way. She smiles and says hi back, waving in a cute way. I start to tell her that I am in a dream. I decided not to try and convince her she is not in a dream, I just feel like I needed to tell someone . I open my mouth to speak, and words come out in a soft raspy whisper. It was very similar to loosing your voice. I thought of a speech from a brain scientist I say on TED.com where she has a stroke and is analyzing herself from the inside out. There is a particular part where she is unable to understand language that reminded me of it. (which I found interesting upon awakening that I was drawing from my rl memories) I try to talk a bit longer and words become a bit clearer, but I decide to move on to try other things before my dream collapses.

I turn to see M's computer in the living room. It is playing mabinogi (her fav MMO RPG) by itself. I think, that maybe she is just set on follow, since we have made the mistake before, but at a closer look it is actually fighting and wining. After deciding that that was awesome I step away from the screen to find that nearly the entire living room has disappeared. I feel exhausted, and I begin to have trouble focusing my eyes. I decide to concentrate, and begin to think of what everything looks like so that nothing collapses. It did not take long for me to feel back to normal and for the house to be restored. I again decide to move on.

As if to answer the question of what to do next I begin to float in the middle of the room. I smile, totally thrilled, because that is the main reason lucid dreaming is appealing to me, flying. I continue to float until I bump lightly into the ceiling. I giggle at the amateur nature of my flying, but decide to try anyway. I open the window, and begin to soar into the peaceful, foggy city of San Francisco. I almost start to cry I am so happy. I am lead into another false awakening.

I wake up on the couch again to everyone coming home and I begin to tell S about my lucid dream. She does not seem as excited as I expected, but I am having trouble telling the story because I am super hot and fumbling over my words. I feel sick and she seems to think I am also. She makes the comment that if I ever think she looks like she might be sick it is because I am sick. I remember saying that earlier (not irl) and realize I must be running a fever. I am unable to move most of my body very far, so I ask her to help me up. She grabs my hand and pulls me to a sitting position, but I only fall back down again because I can not keep my body erect. I try to get off the couch, only to sort of slither with my blankets onto the floor. I still can't move. S then asks me bout my lucid dream. I tell her about how I did a reality check. I actually went through the motions, but purposely left space so that I could really breathe. (I wish I hadn't because then I would have known that I was dreaming ). After I explain about how the world was not there, it seemed like it had been photoshoped away, she begins to say how I am sick because I am working to much, and how I need to slow down, yada yada yada. I begin to defend myself and wake up on the couch.

I do a reality check immediately to find I am awake.

So, I don't even know where to begin. Dreams are gibberish sometimes.

Anyway, it was very very sexual so I'm going to skip over a lot of the fun bits on general principle.

I kept walking to different houses with a bunch of girls that were really cute. I think we were all trying to find a place to live. The whole ordeal took a long time, and I kept feeling really tripped out at each house we would step in. I kept looking around at all the objects inside wondering how the people who lived there lived their everyday lives, what they were like.

Suddenly I was alone with D. We had been shown a house earlier in San Francisco... It was more like a mobile home attached to a huge house, but once you got inside it was really big. There were lots of details in the architecture. There were flower pots built into the walls with lots of beautiful wood carved designs all around them.

Later in the dream, I kept going to places... for example, a movie theater... and whoever would be working there would say it was free of charge. "Bob is here," they would say, "We know that you don't have to pay here." (Note: I don't think I've ever met anyone named bob in my life although this vaguely reminds me of Fight Club... I haven't read the book/seen the movie in a while. It just reminds me of that almost exactly come to think of it. This is a big note between these parenthesis so I should probably stop rambling on right... about.. now.)

Oh yeah, the whole time I kept talking about the rap/hip hop album that I am going to record. I was very excited about it. And hell yes, I am recording a rap album.

.. Also, I didn't write down my dreams yesterday but I remember them very clearly.

I was standing in a room with a few friends of mine. I think we were going to see a show soon. There was a plastic hanger in the middle of the room and I picked it up. Two others grabbed onto it and we all began spinning wildly. I can't explain why we did this. We were laughing hysterically the whole time and the dream changed to us standing inside of a store. It was like a Longs, Walgreens, Rite Aid, CVS, etc. One of my friends wanted beer but he didn't have his Id so he wanted me to buy one for him. They were a dollar. I didn't really want any so I was looking around for something else that I might want. I walked over to a guy who worked there and he began putting like 50 beers into a giant sack and gave it to me. "Don't tell my boss," he said.
"Uh..." I replied, "k..." So I took them and kept wandering around the store. I didn't really feel like carrying them so I dropped them somewhere and forgot about them.

I found a huge aisle full of paintings. I really wanted some of the big ones. There were lots of paintings of jazz singers, one strange rainbow bob marley picture, and a few others . I never finished picking one out.

I'm walking around with some friends. They're old friends of mine, one of them is actually dead. They're all being really obnoxious and we're all laughing. We keep going into stores and just running around and making loud noises.

I leave them to go to what I think is my house. There is a feeling of impending doom as I walk through this very strange cookie-cutter neighborhood. Boots comes walking towards me. He's going on and on about, what I think is his upcoming trip to Greece. Then he starts saying things like, "google garble gluck gar gar grrr god damn god damn gluck google, gratch." Which honestly, isn't something he would only do in one of my dreams. I started laughing, he smiled and then we parted ways.

A girl ran out and greeted me. I don't know her, but I pretended like I did. She told me that I was crazy to be walking around without a purse. I mean honestly, what was I thinking? The war of the worlds was upon us and... wait, what? Yeah, the war of the worlds, possible looming apocalypse. I had to have a purse, at least.

To my dismay, all of the girls many purses were very large pairs of womens underwear. When I say very large, I mean that they stretched from my waist to the floor and I was very uncomfortable with this. "Um," I started, trying to pick my words carefully and not be rude, "why do you have so many large pairs of underwear?"
"Oh, well they're totally stylish."
"I see," I said. I began thinking about how utterly stupid fashion trends are. I left the house without a "purse."

Somewhere around this point I began singing Kimya Dawson songs, particularly Loose Lips. I felts as though it were looping through the dream.


It made me think about being lost in San Francisco with a car full of friends looking for a show and blasting this song and all singing along. As I was walking it started going up hill and I was in San Francisco. The pavement was wet and it was dark outside.

Somehow I managed to get to the battle. I'm still very confused about what it actually was. There was a huge gigantic tower-thing-contraption, that had a huge platform on the top of it. There were people standing on it and there were millions and millions of people surrounding it for miles. There were space ships omitting red and green sparks that were smashing into each other. Everyone was panicking.

This is the second dream I had on October the 14th, 2009.


I am a young girl (about 12 or 13 years old) in the middle ages and I come to a rural town as an orphan. I am able to find work as a servant girl for the royal family at a site where a large building is being constructed, which I think is going to be a grand hall or a cathedral or something. The town and building under construction sit at the bottom of a steep hill upon which sits a small fortress. Most of my first day at work is spent moving tools and peices of wood between site workers, which are all older men. On my second day on the job I meet a young girl and boy who are about my age and who also work at the construction site. We become friends and work together so that are jobs are easier and get done faster.

One night however the three of us are still working after the sun has set and all of the construction workers have gone home. I am trying to find some specific tools and come across a weapons cache of crossbows and traditional archery bows. I also notice a covered stairwell is being built from the back of the building under construction to the fortress at the top of the hill. In the middle of the hill is a small unfinished building set to one side of the unfinished stone stairs. I don't know why I have never noticed these constructions before but decide to explore a little. I convince my two friends to come with me. At the unfinished building in the middle of the hill I climb up to what will be the second floor because I saw something big moving around which I think is a racoon or a bat or something. When I get up there I discover that it is a Great Horned Owl, which looks at me for a few moments before flying away.

The dream suddenly changes and it is no longer Medieval times but I am still on a construction site on a steep hill with two friends. The environment now looks like modern San Francisco and my friends and I are waiting for a bus or trawley car at night. There is alot of running around and trying to find stuff for a while but I cannot remember anything more from this dream because the memory of it has faded too much.