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I was driving to work and pulled my car up into the parking garage, but it was more like the valet area of the Tropicana Hotel (in Atlantic City where we just stayed for vacation). I pulled up into a restricted area and a parking police person pulled up behind me and I stuck my head out the window to tell them that I'm leaving. They left and I got out of my car and I see a cash register. I get behind it and start ringing people up. I rang up the same girl like three or four times and I got confused about how much change to give her back. Somehow I called a manager and told them I needed to count down my drawer and figure out how much change I owe this girl.

I guess I gave up on waiting for someone to come, so I got back in my car and drove to a neighborhood and parked my car and got out. I walked around and found I was at a school. It looked like my college campus, but it was really a daycare. There were people in blue shirts giving a tour and when I walked into all the different rooms, there were different activities going on for all the kids. I left and went looking for my car and didn't remember where I parked it. I had my key chain and I kept hitting the lock doors button to make the horn honk. I would hear it and run off in that direction. I swear I was all over the neighborhood looking for my car. I finally found it and the last thing I remember is driving around running red lights.

It's been hard to fall asleep recently, being snapped awake by the slightest sound, but I tried to maintain my mantra: "I will remember my dream".
All of yesterday I had been RCing using my keys which have sticky tape on them, sort of like a totem.

Dream 1:

I'm walking down the main road near my house, with a church friend, when we see a really old-looking house. It wasn't a run-down house, it just looked like it was from a long time ago.

My friend and I go inside and see an old person. At first I felt we shouldn't trust them, but they gave us a plate of food, which we set down on an antique table.

We're both looking around at the antiquities in the dusty living room, when I look under a bed and see lots of blue blankets. I then turn around and see my parents talking to the old person, and I woke up.

Dream 2... sort of

I don't know where I was, but it looked like I was standing inside my eyelid; everything looked like how it does when you close your eyes.

I held my hand up (after reading about the hand RC the previous night) and thought "Whoa, my hand looks weird" then I pull out my keys, as I had been doing the whole day, and the sticky tape wasn't there :O I thought "I must be dreaming!"

Then, just like a few days ago, I seemed to be getting sucked out of my dream, but I tried to mentally grab it and pull it back over me, then I woke up.

Dream 3

My entire school grade was at a mid-sized indoor swimming centre (Australian spelling ) at night.
The place was dimly lit, but everyone was having fun.

I was sitting with my group of friends, talking, when suddenly, out of the blue, one of the girls kisses me! I remember falling over, and the group was yelling in shock, then I woke up.



Yep, not very interesting, but I have read everywhere that I should keep a DJ anyway

Key:
Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
i Inner Awareness, a Action, f Form, c Context

I was trying to get in touch with an old friend I haven't seen in a few years. I emailed an account I'm pretty sure he doesn't use any more and got a response ( c ).

We were then in the park down the street from my house and another old friend I've lost touch with was with us ( c ). I notice a group of girls in front of us. They were all wearing baggy white blouses. I suggested we go and chat to them because I know them. There were 5 girls, but I couldn't make out two of them because they were somehow indistinct and undefined ( f ). The girls were a group of friends I used to go to school with ( c ). We spoke for a bit, and I was flirting with K much like I would when I knew her. I struggled to remember the other girls names, but eventually did ( a ). One of them was constantly blushing when I spoke to her.

I really should try harder. There was more to this dream that I remembered as well a another dream that I forgot. Being cocky, I thought I could remember it 'til I got round to typing this entry up, and have forgotten all but the most memorable bit.

7/24/10

1- Antics
I end up throwing a childish hissy fit and run off down the road. I go farther than intended; all the way down to Deerman High. (Name changed.) As I jump the fence, I have a complete character change.

I am now a guy. From a 3rd person POV I see that I have spiky reddish orange hair. Really good-looking. I intend to leave this place before I get caught, but a marvellous sight stops me dead in my tracks: A cheerleader. A tall, blond, big chested cheerleader. I decide to hang around here for a bit, after all. ((What I find most amusing about this dream is that I literally had the mindset of a guy. I apparently didn't remember being a girl AT ALL.)) I pay someone to give me their extra uniform, which allows me to blend in.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
i Inner Awareness, a Action, f Form, c Context

Bus Brawl

I was a kid again on the school bus ( f,c ). My friend M was there ( c ). We were arguing, I think. I beat him up quite badly ( a ). Everyone I knew on the bus was angry at me. I went to talk to the driver, and saw that it was M ( a,f,c ). I made fun of him and everyone was mad at me again ( a ).

I was really upset, but didn't want to show it. I lay down on one of the seats and closed my eyes. Everyone was getting off the bus and I sat up and turned to T in the seat behind. He said he was getting off too, even though he was always the last to get off the bus and it wasn't time for him too ( a ). I got the impression that nobody liked me very much.

Shootout

I was just a spectator, and not present ( i ).

There was a large open area. It was somewhere industrial. There were three groups of people. A group of three or four were in the centre of the wide open area. A group of two were couched by a wall, and another group of two were hiding just around a corner.

Shots were fired. The first group of two were aiming their weapons at the group of people in the centre. However, I thought I noticed that one of them was pointing his gun to his right which would have been towards the other group of two people. In the other small group one was some guy lying on the floor, and the other was Patrick Stewart ( c ). He was wearing a blue jumper with a high neck and a black blazer type jacket. He had a silenced pistol pointing at the large group.

After the hots were heard I saw Patrick Stewart had a bullet wound he wasn't expecting. He had shot someone in the central group. I could tell that he was wondering if he had been shot by one of them, but he examined the wound and determined that it must have come from his left somewhere.

I remember looking at a map view of the scene with the people expressed as dots. However there were no landmarks of the surrounding scene. The dots were being circled, and I felt like I was trying to figure something out ( i ).

The part where Patrick Stewart was shot replayed, but I knew it was a replay ( i ). I thought to myself that it was a cliffhanger and it would be revealed that he was shot from the left by the other gunman ( i ).

07/22/10

I'm travelling all over the continent. I think I'm driving through the US with some family members. We're passing a city on the freeway when I realize that I've been here before. We pull onto an exit and stop for lunch.

I explain to Oma what the buildings around us are, and mention about three restaurants I know by name that I've been to. We go inside one of them. I see a picture of myself on an indoor climbing wall.

I'm in a small town where my grandma used to live. The population is probably under five hundred. I'm moving in to one of the houses there, because I'm good friends with a few of the neighbours, all of whom are under thirty.

Now I'm getting ready to go back to school in Halifax. I'm planning to fly out the next day. I hear a knock at the door. I answer it, and a man hands me a pile of books, that I apparently ordered. I bought one of them, but the other two are from the Chinook (Saskatchewan) library system. I'm disappointed that I won't be able to read them in time.

The dream shifts and I'm in the Ixburg library to return the books.

I'm part of a group now. One of us might be Buffy Summers. A thin man with short dark hair and dark clothing is showing us an Egyptian hieroglyph, holding up a book that it's illustrated in. He explains that the hieroglyph is the symbol of a demon that's plaguing the town, and we have to stop it.

"If you ever encounter this symbol, run away really fast."

Hey, I think dimly, That's the name of my dream journal.

Library Fines. Scare Factor: 2.

Hotel I was wit 4 guys hairy in hot top telling them about heart attack. I kept teleporting to different places and these people thought I was trying to be very insistent.

I was cycling with my road bike in Singapore and Isha was there. I was trying to cycle past someone from Rice. There were 3 stops I made along the way. I had to check out these three places and see how fast it took me to get there.Some guy and girl were fishing. They were about to leave but their car banged into the drain fence railing. A cop talked to them and then took the guy aside.

There was something about schools that I was going to. This big auditorium and I was late kind of. Before that I was trying to choose which college to go to. All these schools were for a specific job.

Key:
Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
i inner awareness, a action, f form, c context

Escape: Death Bus

I was on a bus headed in the direction of my house. I was on the back seat next to the emergency exit. Next to me was N, an old fr-enemy from my school days ( c ). Next to him there was a Chinese man -- some kind of guard I thought ( c ). Walking up and down the bus was another Chinese guard. Also on the bus was C, an old friend also from my school days ( c ).

I knew we were being held captive by the Chinese military ( c ). Looking around the bus I saw more prisoners and more guards. I knew I wanted to escape ( i ).

I realised that the emergency exit had not been secured, so I could open it and escape if I dared. The bus was travelling pretty fast. I turned to N and whispered my plan to jump off the moving bus to him. He was hesitant. I felt guilty that C probably wouldn't get off the bus with us due to the exit being blocked by the guard sitting next to N.

Somehow I managed to open the emergency exit without anyone noticing ( a ). I looked out on to the road. There was a lot of traffic coming in the other direction, and a lot of traffic behind the bus. I felt as thought the bus was moving in excess of 100mph ( c,f ). I closed the door. Nobody had noticed, and the door alarm hadn't gone off, but I didn't find it odd at all. I was afraid to jump, knowing that my chances of survival were slim.

The bus slowed. A chance to escape had now presented itself. I quickly opened the door and jumped out. N followed me, and somehow C was also able to escape the bus ( c ). We were near the primary school I attended, not too far from my house. I pointed in the direction I thought we should run: towards the railway running along side the school.

We ran in that direction, followed by a number of the guards. N and C were ahead of me as we reached the houses that back on to the railway. N and C hopped the fence, but I was caught! The guards wanted me to point out where they were running to, but I refused. They made me stand on a bush, which I struggled to do because... it's a bush ( a ). Eventually I stood on it and I could see that C was still there and hadn't run off. He was hiding behind a low wall in the next garden. I didn't know what to do so I just pointed in a random direction and said they had run that way.

Escape II: Paddle for your Life

I was on a beach with several other people. We were being pursued ( c ). Quickly we jumped in to the longboats sitting there ( a ). I and some others ended up in the water because there was not room. I held on to the side of one of the boats near the front.

Our pursuers were in boats behind us despite all the boats having been taken a moment earlier ( c,f ). At this point I noticed that myself and everyone else was dressed as a pirate ( f ). I was afraid that we would be shot at but then realised that nobody had guns ( c ). I looked back and could see some of them had swords. I knew that all we had to do was stay ahead of them and find land to escape.

Now there was somehow room in the boat and I climbed inside ( f ). The perspective shifted to third person briefly and I was somehow in mental control of the rowing ( i,c ). I remember thinking about it. I realised that everyone had a single oar out of the right hand side of the boat, and I knew that it would just make us go round in circles despite the fact that we seemed to be going straight ( c,f ). I was able to change it so that there was a balance that I thought would produce a straighter heading ( i ).

Back in first person now, we neared land. It appeared to be a small island with a large walled town on it taking up most of the land ( f ). We landed on the beach and headed for the gates. Most of the others trying to escape must have been captured because there were four of us. Upon reaching the gates, the people inside wouldn't open them for us. The gates were constructed of steel railings but I knew we couldn't squeeze through.

Myself and the others turned in to twist ties ( f ). Yes, twist ties. and slipped through the bars. Back as a person now, I looked around at the townspeople ( f ). Everything looked like a cartoon ( f ). Thinking on it now, it all looked a bit like the style in the Professor Layton games. The people were just standing there staring at us, expressionless ( c ). It seemed really creepy. I decided to run further in to the town and asked the people not to say which way I had run. Somehow the pursuers had also got through the gates and I turned to see several of them standing there ( c ).

A Time Machine
7/20/2010

Some guy and V were with me, and a lot of other people, including some kind of teacher. She was operating the time machine, which was a door. She did something, and then the lights above the door flashed "ICE AGE". She opened the door and everyone went through. I was struggling to put on a coat.

With the same people, I was at a really nice in ground pool. It was super fancy. I went to jump in, but didn't go in the water. I kind of just floated above the water, and when I floated over the cement around the pool, I stepped down with one foot and floated up higher and with more speed. I kept flying/floating over the pool.

Fragments/Stuff Not Worth Going Into Detail About
Repeated sex with some guy. Grandmothers house. Mothers bedroom. Some guy in a truck. A shed that the guy is going to fix up to sleep in.








Masquerade
7/21/2010

My mother had drove me to my old middle school. I was wearing a beautiful red dress and a sparkling red masquerade mask. When I entered the school through the gym, it was packed inside with people in all kinds of outfits and costumes. In the gym, someone had set up the bleachers. They were filled with people, all of them standing and each person had a microphone. They were singing a Christina Aguilera song, "What A Girl Wants", but the lyrics weren't right. A studio camera was filming them, and when they were done singing, they filed out of the bleachers and left. Only me and another girl were left to sing. The girl picked up two microphones, one was smaller than the other, and I chose it. Then the girl spilled her drink on me, on purpose, and I got angry.

Key:
Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
i inner awareness, a action, f form, c context

Prison Complex

I was in some kind of prison complex ( c ). I felt as though I was trying to or wanted to escape. Briefly the perspective was third person and from a 2d side on perspective like a 2d side scrolling brawler or platform game ( c,i ).

Back in the first person view I was standing in a hallway. The walls, floor, ceiling, everything was grey concrete. There was a large dark window on the wall looking in to a room and a mop and bucket next to me. I moved forward slightly and as I passed a corner I noticed there was a prisoner next to me. I knew he wasn't a real prisoner. I had a sense of injustice, and I think I said something to the effect of it being unfair. The fake prisoner punched me. He had a silver coloured ring on.

Soylent Green is People!

I was at secondary school sitting in the boys changing rooms with the other people that were in my year and a few years either way above and below ( c ). We were going to be turned in to some kind of stew to feed to the current generation of kids at the school. It was supposed to make them more intelligent by absorbing the knowledge of those who had come before them, and thus raise the status of the school ( c ). I recalled that they must have done this back when we were at school and thought of S's eldest brother being turned in to a stew and having ate him.

We were being led out of the changing rooms towards the main entrance and outside when myself and some others were removed from the line by Mrs. M ( c ). Apparently we were being spared to be part of some special group. We were standing around outside of the main entrance. I only recognised L ( c ). She was standing across from me looking disinterested. Mrs. M explained that we were going to have some special procedure done that would make us unable to hear a certain frequency of sound. She ten revealed that I already naturally was unable to hear the frequency, and I recalled that this was true ( c,i ).

Along with the ability to hear the particular frequency, we would also gain the ability to not be detected by a certain scanning device ( c,f ). I imagined a strange hand-held device with a blue light on top of an antenna that would beep faster when it was facing its target person. I was then talking with L and explained that the downside to not being able to hear the frequency was not being able to hear some alarms.

I woke up with tinnitus...

Puppy Cake

I was in a supermarket. Everything looked like a cartoon ( f,c ). I was looking over at an aisle with cereal on the shelves. There were men dressed like superheroes. One in particular was dressed in a purple suit. He was wearing glasses over the face mask. and had regular looking shoes on. I knew he wasn't a real superhero but was doing some kind of promotion related to the cereal.

I was in a queue for the checkout with Joe from Family Guy ( c ). He was still a cartoon but his hands and arms looked real ( f ). We shook hands -- his hands were extremely sweaty and it was kind of gross. I could see the sweat on his palms. The superhero guy shouted over to us that the cereal Joe was buying wasn't as good unless you ate it where it was made. It was some kind of chocolate based cereal in a yellow box. Joe replied that Quahog was where it was made, and that was where we were ( c ). Then we high-fived, and again his hands were really sweaty.

I was suddenly holding a blancmange and cake based dessert ( f ). It was in the shape of the face of a dog. It was white with brown ears and had it's tongue out. The eyes were not quite on centre, so it looked a bit retarded. I placed it on the checkout conveyor. Joe's wife commented that it looked just like a dog they used to have that died. We started to eat it then and there. When we bit in to it, it made a strange noise ( f ). Joe's wife commented that the dog they had made the exact same strange noise...

...

I have known and been able to recall this dream now for a good eight years, but this is the first time I have written the piece.

The dream began showing a meadow on a high up mountain, which contained a school walls as a border as well as desks. The teachers were being put under mindcontrol by a witch via spiders and ants hidden inside colorful animal shaped toys (I can only recall seeing a blue, plastic whale).
The scene switched to my house, which happened to be a cabin on the spire of the mountain (which oddly enough didn't have snow). A few classmates and I were talking about the strange recent events when we decided we wanted to put a stop to it, so, when night fell we climbed down the mountain to the school. I noted a large lake with a sign reading "The Witch's Lake" with a fisherman fishing along the shore.
The children and I destroyed the toys by throwing them in the lake. We realized the man was gone but he had left his fishing rod. It was perched in the ground against the far wall with the hook still in the water; this created a barrier of fishing line that could only be passed by crawling under it. A boy told me that if you touched the line, the witch would be awakened and turn us into mules.
One by one the class crawled under the line, leaving me for last. While going under, my back hit the line, causing the floater to bob before the witch appeared. She had long, blonde hair and paper white skin. She wore nothing but her body and no detail.
I scrambled to my feet and ran for the exit of the school-meadow, I reached it before she could catch me; which must have caused a curse because she, after shrieking terribly, turned into a mule. After briefly rejoicing, I started the long climb up the mountain to my home.
The dream ended with a far away view of the mountain, revealing it to be floating high in the sky, and not attatched to the land.

I've had the most horrible recall of my whole life this past week, but last night I FINALLY remembered some dreams. (My poor recall isn't the only reason for my absence. I was also somewhat obsessed with a sort of roleplaying game that I'm not even a part of.)

7/18/10

1- Rat-Girl
I go into our tool shed to see if I can find the mouse family my mother has told me about. Instead, I see a strange girl sitting over a group of young rats. The girl has silvery white hair and... rat ears on top of her head. WTF? My mom must be blind if she thinks these are mice.

The girl sends her "children" off to their room while she talks to me. She explains that she's not a ratgirl, but a wolfgirl. I don't believe her.

2- Searching for Food (short version, because it was rather long and pointless)
On the first day of school, the lunch room is closed. I am told that there is a table set up on "Sunny Street" where I can get my food, but by the time I get through the frustrating maze that leads to it, lunch is over.

I'm in my room when several people come in, they're all people that I know. They take me to some other apartment. People are dressed up in really ridiculous outfits. One guy was wearing a top hat while another was wearing a sparkly, purple suit.

Later, I remember a woman coming to me and telling me that I had to get ready in the morning to go to highschool. In the morning I remember spending a long time painting a picture, and walking very slowly in the direction that I thought the school was in. I eventually made it and was yelled at relentlessly for being twenty minutes late.

I'm in some sort of place of education. I realize that, unfortunately, I am back in high school. I'm having a hard time grappling with the premise of the dream, but I am relatively sure that there was some sort of agent woman following me around. She's really beautiful dressed in all black, a tight form fitting black outfit with aviator sunglasses.

I'm on a crowded street by the institution. I can feel her in the distance behind me, scanning and clinging to my every move. I see a trolly car, like the ones in San Francisco. Except, this one was brown instead of red - full of plastic people in business suits, sporadically placed people who didn't belong in the mesh of them all.



She finds me. I realize that she is not an agent at all, she is Liz.

We're in an old study of sorts. I'm holding a gun, as are several other people in the room. There is a man, he has a broad smile and a gun pointed to my face. He pushes me inside another study, we're alone now. We start firing shots at each other, but the bullets are so small that our skin just absorbs them. At this point, we're almost having a good time shooting each other. My gun runs out of bullets and I ask for another gun. I point and shoot, only this one is met with an explosion of blood. I scream and run to the man. He is wrapped in thick spider webs that almost form a cocoon in a spiral pattern around his body. I realize that he is Donald. "I'm your boy," he says, as the blood seeps into my hands and his body begins to fall apart in the pattern of the spider webs.

Two Donalds walk in the room and tell me not to worry because there are many of them, and I'll always have one. I'm too upset to comprehend this, and tell them that it doesn't matter, that I can't let any Donalds die.