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30.01.2013

Dangerous Day At School (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I started walking down the hallway. I was in a four-story school with a large yard. I know this place is four stories and has a large yard because I've been here before. When I first moved to Albuquerque, I had dreams in this school with the exact same layout. In both the first two dreams and this dream, I assumed it to be the school I currently attend. I only knew of three floors at the time, however. I was on the third floor, walking forward. I passed by what, in the dream world, used to be my AP Bio classroom until I got switched out and put into AP Calculus AB. I walked down the first flight of stairs and saw a girl from my actual AP Calc class, she smiled at we exchanged greetings. As I reached the bottom of this flight of stairs, I moved forward to go to the next staircase. It was missing. There was a floor in its place.

I have a note "cafeteria area" here in Banhurt's that I wrote when I woke up. I don't remember any cafeteria area. This may be the newly-added floor I was talking about, as I remember a structure that much resembles that of folded cafeteria tables surrounding.

I started freaking out. I'm going to be late to class! I thought. I somehow made it down and was outside the school in a truck-loading area (much like you see behind grocery stores). This was called the "hooker wall," because prostitutes liked to hang here. I saw plenty of prostitutes on the truck platforms, leaning across the doors. They were trying to be seductive. Lots of men were around. This place was crowded and just shot fourth an aura of ghetto. I put my hand in my right pocket, firmly holding my knife (Smith & Wesson SWBG2TS) with my thumb positioned ready to flip the knife out if needed. I'm not sure why it was in my pocket instead of clipped ot my belt like it normally is. Must have been my mind's automatic reaction to trying to conceal it.







Smith & Wesson Border Guard 2TS -- the knife I actually carry (SWBG2TS)

As I looked over my shoulder on the other end of the truckloading lot, I saw a semi-transparent, ghostly Headless Horseman running at me with a fixed blade in his right hand. He was wearing a scarecrow outfit and was not on his horse.






Headless Horseman figure, albeit with a knife instead of a crossbow, and one of the hookers. I know this is from a game I've been playing a TON recently (hence the dreams), but this is what one hooker and the assailant looked like.







The knife held in the hand.

The horseman stabbed at me, and I moved back and right. I thrusted forward and stabbed him right in the stomach, getting very nervous as I wasn't sure he would be hurt enough to not stab me with the knife floating just to my side. Somehow, though, the horseman did not stab me in my side. I turned around and ran into the nearest room, which looked like that of a shaggy old pub on halloween. There were dozens of these horsemen and similar "mob" creatures. I killed off a few, then ran through a doorway where an "air wizard" began to fight them off for me.

This "air wizard" was from Maplestory. I even saw his skill book pop in front of my like a HUD. I said "oh, this must be after the Big Bang update (though in fact, no air wizards are in the game). He proceeded to use skills and kill many mobs.

End memory.

Rather meh dream recall today for some reason.

I was back in the school times apparently and i had to go to some sort of literature class. I was a bit too late and was the teacher was shouting on me but i did not really cared much. Then everyone was given books and some other stuff and we were sent to a different classroom, i got 3 huge books of sorts and was reading them on the way, i had ability to read very fast apparently(don't remember what books were about though). Upon entering the other classroom i noticed that most of the classmates had twin for some reason. Also teacher said that i forgot something in other classroom so i had to go back and get it. It was some electronic device apparently(don't remember what but it was small), as i got back i continued reading and the dream faded out eventually.

I first dreamt that I was at school. I think I was either there for review or exams. At the school I saw a guy from my school and acted like my usual shy self. At one point he put his head close and looked at me and said “Hi” quietly and I said “Hi” back as well. He then pointed and said, “Look”. I looked to where he was pointing and saw that Aurora (my pet dog) was lying down by me looking cute. Later I left to drive somewhere for some reason. It seemed pointless why I drove though since I simply drove into the country and then returned home. After driving though I said “Well, at least I got some driving practice.”

When I returned home for some odd reason the same guy from my school was there visiting (don't really know him well at all). I feel like there might have been some of my relatives visiting as well but I’m not sure.

I later dreamt that I was on a pirate ship and stole something from the pirates, then climbed up their mast, and flew away. I flew very high (I wonder if their ship was in the sky) and sprouted wings, but it seemed like my body was too heavy and the wings didn’t help that much and I started to drift downwards. I appeared to be semi-lucid at this point since sprouting wings again and flying has been one of my dream goals for a while. Strangely, the captain followed me. He jumped off his boat and fell from the sky with me. I was falling towards a city with tall buildings, but for some reason the stuff didn't look that interesting or detailed so I tried to focus to make it feel/look more realistic. While falling I saw a temple that apparently was related to me. It was supposed to have my special object inside, whatever that was.

The time is late spring and for some people that means it's time to look for colleges. I'm not one of those people. That doesn't stop me though. Why? To this day I'm still not quite sure. It's one of those days where things just happen - no reason. The sun is shining and the flowers are budding. You're just there.

The area seems oddly reminiscent of my elementary school. Or was it? The walls of the courtyard are overgrown with vines. The grass hasn't been mowed in a long time. A stillness in the air creeps down my spine.

Mel, Trav, and I walk. Leaves glide through the air in slow motion. Then we see it.

A bear, dead ahead. Standing right up on its hind legs, glaring straight at our faces. It doesn't phase us too much, however, and Trav continues to push Mel and I on the tire swing of the largest tree in the courtyard. It's a wonder, extending what appears to be miles up into the air. Then the bear begins its approach.

I'm standing face to face with it now. It still has yet to make a move so I take the initiative and make it first. I kick the bear right in the face with the force of ten Optimus Primes.

Shit. Did not know I had that in me. Fuck, that bear is pissed off now.

>:O

That's my illustration of its expression. The sound that came out of its mouth sounded something like my dad sleeping after a night of Taco Bell. Except with artillery involved somewhere in the mix.

The bear roars right at Mel, sending a stream of bear phlegm all down her face. She doesn't scream. Damn, girl's got balls. But she does run (probably a wise decision). We run like fucking hell. Like the devil is chasing us. Or a fucking bear.

We arrive at the parking lot of the highschool, the bear tailing not far behind us. Everyone rolling blading in the parking lot notices the bear. Panic ensues. So I get Mel into the lobby.

The principle walks in and sits down at the table. I look up from my art project and notice how much he looks like the dean from Community.

"You know you really look a lot like that dean from Community."
"Is that so?"

A knock on the door.

"Matt, your documentation is ready."

Weird. What the fuck am I doing back at the highschool. Didn't I graduate college? Fuck these documents. I'm in trouble...

"Matt, it's been a long time! How are you?"

I look to my left and see Mr. Morgan, my 9th grade art teacher. With him is Mrs. Perry. We make small talk. Turns out Mr. Morgan and Mrs. Perry are married now. Whoop dee doo. I find it weird when teachers marry other teachers. Well not necessarily weird. Apes marry other apes after all. And clown fish marry other clown fish. Tree stars marry other tree stars. Wait, do they?

Who the fuck is Mrs. Perry?

The teachers and Mr. ...? Whoever he is, he's the guy who tried to get me to read a book on ethnic diversity senior year for making jewish jokes during class. But then he decided that was a fucking retarded idea and committed himself to a mental institution highschool

Anyway, that guy is trying to keep everyone in the lobby calm and the guards aren't letting anyone outside. Too dark to tell what's out there. Gotta wait I guess. Oh well, rules are rules.

Hisssssss.. CRACCCK. SLEEEUAAGRGGG

The FUCK? Great. Some weird fucking creatures are outside now. I hate it when this happens. Now I'm gonna have to wait the amount of time it takes Oprah Winfrey to lose fifty pounds until I can get home.

Fuck this. I'm not waiting. You know what? I never pulled the fire alarm during highschool. This seems like as good a time as any.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEE

Huh. I guess weird slithering creatures with that look like they have leprosy hate the sound of fire alarms. Awesome.

So Mel and I leave. I'm walking her home through the neighborhood now when I notice she's not by my side anymore.

"Mel?"

Now that I think of it, there aren't ANY people around. Is this one of those Twilight Zone episodes where I've been transported to another planet by aliens or something? Because that would be cool, but the problem with that is they never seem to give you any music either. It's always so goddam quiet in those episodes. Wtf is with aliens and their opposition to music?

I look back and notice the road is gone. 100% total dead end. Well that's confusing.

Woosh.

I turn back around and a hagrid old lady in black robes and large pointy hat stands in front of me. Great, wicked witch of the west imitators. Of all places why did the aliens have to drop me on Hollywood blvd? Then she rambles on about some shit how if I ever want everything back to normal I have to do some weird shit for her. I don't know what it was. I tend not to listen to people dressed as witches in the middle of a suburban New Jersey neighborhood. Especially when they're holding a broom that looks like a vacuum cleaner.

Oh and she says something about people's lives being at stake.

I'm not the biggest fan of people messing with me every since the new england clam chowder prank in elementary school so this kind of pisses me off. I tell her I'll do her thing though. Whatever that is. Hmm, maybe I should have listened to her. I hope pleasuring her isn't involved or something like that..

Regardless, Mel is gone and I have to help her.

Either way, I'm not sure what I really did, but everyone reappears and the road is back to normal. Now this lady witch person is ANGRY. I mean like Stewie-being-put-in-a-high-chair-and-having-his-bazooka-taken-away - angry.

Shut the fuck up.

I punch her in the face. Damn, there's that Optimus Prime force again. I gotta figure out how I'm doing that. Punching witches is strangely satisfying.

Mel and I continue our walk home and she doesn't seem to remember a thing that happened.


Funny how the people close to you never realize how much you do actually care and how much you go through to keep them safe.

Even if it all was just a dream.

Somewhat more interesting this time, can't remember most of the dream though.

I was in the school, there were strange portal anomalies scattered around that turned it in almost some sort of maze, and apparently they were somewhat dangerous to travel through as well. Someone was poking his hand into one of them and the hand got chewed out by something on the other side. At some point i was going through a few as well, the other side looked more grayish and colorless. Later i was trying to meet certain person and we got into situation that we were close but there was portal anomaly between us. On the other side of the portal as i checked in same place as that person was completely different person. Eventually we found the way around portals to meet up.
Then i went to the 4th floor, i was checking stuff in the backpack and apparently there were three colored note books. Three girls came and apparently they liked those note books when they saw them and wanted to get them. They offered ice cream for exchange for those note books, but i said that i should check what had in them but we can exchange tomorrow. As i was checking backpack further, some teacher was standing with kid near window and was explaining to him that he has all sorts of plants but spiked ones.
Then i noticed the tables with food in the hall and i was hungry, so i started eating that food. Soon classmate came here and said that there's some interesting information on the top floor and that we should get there. As we were going upstairs dream ended.

01-16-2013 -- [Two dreams, one night, at least slightly connected, so I am going to list them both in one post.] For some reason I am in Melody's room in the Hickory house, and trying to go to sleep, but really having some problems with insomnia. My body just doesn't want to sleep, though it is the middle of the night, and I am afraid mom is going to come in and give me problems.

There is some very strange evil-Harry fan fiction that seems to be hanging on the walls, and near the ceiling, there is all kinds of stuff lining the walls like my room at the Moran house. Mom walks by and asks how I am doing, and I try and indicate I am all right. There are huge yearbooks from Melody's time in school that are about the size of the bound volumes of the Hornet, so the yearbooks are full-sheet newspaper size, which seems quite large for yearbooks.

Suddenly I find myself in Knott's Berry Farm, walking from the wild west section into the Roaring Twenties section over by the Knott's Berry Tales area, and walking back along toward the Good Time Theatre. The area is completely deserted, and there is nobody around, but that doesn't seem to stop them from doing a scheduled show.

I am outside, and though it is in the Roaring 20s section, the buildings seem to be very Wild West area, with balconies and such. I hear a voice call "Hello!" in a very familiar way, and a can-can girl opens a door, steps out onto a balcony, and hangs a leg over the railing. "Hello!" and there is another one doing the same thing. "Hello!" and again. This is seeming very familiar. Especially since as I look, the can-can girls look like Lana, Arlene, and Jill. Band members start to play, and I recognize Vince and Chris. The main performers come out and it is Jay Meyer and Betty Taylor.

It is suddenly looking like when Disneyland closed the Golden Horseshoe Revue, the entire cast just picked up and moved over to Knott's Berry Farm. They even seem to be singing Hello Everybody, though they fall silent or whisper every time they have to say the name Golden Horseshoe, and I am thinking it is probably because Disney owns the copyright to the name of the place ... but I am getting to listen to the show I love, performed by the people I love, even if it is at Knott's, and I am suddenly very, very happy.

I have a soda, which kind of gets knocked over, and I am running to grab the cup before it manages to roll on stage, and I manage to succeed, so I'm doubly happy.

Suddenly I find myself waking up again, back in Melody's bedroom. The lights are off, and I can barely move. Feels kind of like what I would guess sleep paralysis might feel like. It is dark, the lights are off, and my eyes are closed, but I can see almost a sort of after-image like the light was just turned off the second before I started to wake up. I'm struggling to my feet, and find myself standing between two beds. There is stuff dangling from the ceiling, like Christmas tree ornaments or something.

The shirt that the Harry Potter fan fiction was written on is now a weirdly folded envelope that I am starting to write down the Horseshoe dream on, and time is starting to go all over the place. I went to bed at two, and it is now five, or maybe three, or one (yes, before I even went to bed) and it is all very strange. And then I really wake up.

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01-16-2013 -- Starts with hints of the last dream, sleeping in Melody's room, then starts to turn in to a sort of a roommates in the house dream (even though it is still taking place in the Hickory House), and then shifts even further to a dream where we are still in the Hickory House, but we are the Simpsons, who live here, but film the Simpsons TV show on the set for Evergreen Terrace.

So I'm in the Hickory living room, kind of watching the last episode, and Russi Taylor (voice of Minnie Mouse) was a recent guest star, but has never gotten to see the episode she helped us film, and since it is just about to come on the TV, we call her to come out from Melody's room, and come watch it.

Oddly, it seems to episode she helped us with, Frick was building large old fashioned computers (the kinds with the huge tape drives) and somehow putting them on human legs so they could run around. Russi's character was a female computer with really sexy legs, but they stuck out at an odd angle, which made her a freak, and nobody wanted anything to do with her, even though both her legs and voice were really, really sexy. Very strange!

Meanwhile, things shift, and I suddenly find I am with a roommate in the dining hall at Indiana Wesleyan University, attending an FCM convention. The roommate is not actually anybody I know, though it kind of looks like Meeks from Dead Poets Society. They are telling us that we have been invited to attend a couple of normal college classes while staying here, as part of the convention (which makes no sense, but hey ... dreams.)

The physical campus looks very much like Brookhurst Junior High, though a slightly larger version. We're standing near room 66, and the class we get to sit in on is in room 33B or something like that. We're walking down corridors, and it seems the room we are looking for is past the office area and further south (we'd actually be in the middle of Brookhurst, the street, except in the dreams there are more classrooms).

We find the right area, and I walk into what I am hoping might be the right room, to find myself facing what looks like a younger version of Ducky (from NCIS ... but looking more like his Man From UNCLE days). The room is along the lines of a huge lecture hall, and the professor looks quite nice, but he turns out to be a rude, insulting nightmare. I walk into the next classroom over, hoping I might have the wrong room, but the next room over seems to be a business class, and every single student is dressed in the exact same business suit, and we sure wouldn't fit in, in that room.

So I come back to the room with Young Ducky, and he is insulting one student on his appearance, telling me to use soap next time, and insisting that a third needs to mess up his dorm room a lot more, just insulting everybody in the room, being miserable, and not teaching us anything. Finally, I just stalk out of the room, deciding I am not going to bother with this 'benefit', trying to make my way back to the cafeteria, and thinking this convention is really going to the dogs.

There's not much I can recall from this night, just a couple of things.

I was back at school again, not sure what sure what school, so probably Pacific again. The classroom lights were shut off like always in the dreams. The students are sitting around the classroom in the form of a circle. We were the last ones left, all the other kids moved on to bigger and better places. I was stuck with them.

There was only one face I remember. Her name was Leah. What surprised me the most was that she was a smart one where I actually went to school and she was also Asian. This surprised me because I don't see too many of them around the area I live in the real world. I talked to one but she barely knows English. Ever since I fell in love with someone from Vietnam, I started to feel excited when ever I saw an Asian person in the area I live in. So when I saw Leah in the dream, it felt like she wasn't supposed to be with students who fail lots of tests. Well, that was it.

Probably caused by a certain talk that occurred yesterday, oh well, everyone has generic non-lucids occasionally.

I was at home and something went totally wrong so i had to go to school to check something, dad follows me. Now i am at one of the top floors, probably already solved whatever was wrong. Going down the stairs. There seems to be floating thing of solid light at certain floor, i briefly touch it and it kinda fades away. Going down the stairs. Dad is downstairs, i exit the school through basement for some reason, dad follows me. There are lots of people, which all ignore me, then there's lots of pigeons. I end up entering some sort of park and there's fallen tree. Dream ends.

I was in a big lounge that looked a lot like a library I once went to a couple years ago. It was dark this night but it felt a little earlier than that because there was still some children awake at that time.

I was a volunteer at this place and my job was to take care of these kids and made sure they were reading their books. I probably had this dream because my father wants me to join some volunteering work with some other people at a local place. It's not something I'm looking forward to in this horrible city!

A few parents were here as well. There was a little girl who was supposed to read a paragraph from the book. As she started reading though, it felt like I needed to cry because these kids are growing up too fast.

I also don't have a kid.

Dream Fragment of my mom trying to explain to me how the Bananas with the light green on top tastes the best, offering me a bite, took a bite, and to my astonishment, was the best banana I've ever eaten!

Dream Fragment of me seeing Lindsey at school on the Courtyard Steps, but she had absolutely no interest in my existence. Seemed somewhat oblivious to me trying to communicate with her.

I was in my room, doing critical thinking with a giant ba of weed, about 7 grams or so, and I left it on my Night Stand, to where my mom came in, saw it, asked what is was, and I told her it was Weed I found under my bed. She Acted as if she had absolutely no idea what it was. Interestingly enough, she didn't seem all to disappointed in knowing I had a bag THAT big full of nugs. She then began to slowly and casually search my room for things and stuff, though at the time, I was playing Sim Copter with a friend, but the computer started smelling like smoke.

I am in school (in Cuba), in A college or something like a university. There is going to be a test about physics, but I reason that I have not attended all the classes and I'm not ready. I am approached by girl in a short green dress and we exchanged a few words that I do not remember. Then she walks toward a kind of balcony with brown slabs but no balcony railings. It is a colonial building and the height is like a multi-story building. I went out to the balcony and the height gives me vertigo. I warn the girl to leave the balcony but she does not listen. Suddenly the scene changes for no reason and I see myself approaching the facade of a house. There is a door and two windows and I realize I'm dreaming, but I wake up immediately.

This was yesterday, I guess. So I dreamed that I was back at my boarding school again and holiday is over, but then I somehow got lucid and realized everything is fading AGAIN. So I went downstairs from the dormitory and found "Anti-wakeup pills" and downed them all, but it didn't help much though since I forgot to stabilize. I woke up from my alarm clock.

Spoiler for Points I should improve:

I really, really need to remember to do reality checks to reassert my lucidity, and I need to remember to stabilize. God I always forget to stabilize.

A School Adventure

I was in a study hall I think. It wasn't exactly a class in any case. An authority figure, a woman, showed me and someone else a picture of space. It showed Earth and several other planets very close to each other. Each planet was inside of a bubble that depicted a danger zone for each planet.

Some planets were in large bubbles. This meant more danger. These planets were bunched up. These large bubbles intersected the other planets bubbles; furthermore, they indicated that they were in danger of meteors hitting them.

At this point, the person I was curled up in a spherical gel bed. He went on saying how he wasn't going to sit there and just let something bad happen. I thought his bed was a pretty good idea. It could prevent small meteorites from hitting you and killing you. I thought I might lie next to the bed for cover from one side, though I realized I could still be hit from another side.

Dream Skip

I then had an assignment from a teacher. It was to read a book and do a report on the main character--a historical figure.

I took the book and was about to study, but I asked a girl I was with to suck me for just one second. She did and I liked it. Sure, it was a stupid short blow, but IWL I subscribe to the theory that it's better to enjoy the shortest time than to not have any time at all.

I then started trying to do my report. I had a false memory that I had read the book before, but didn't remember any of it. I tried to begin reading and picking out important facts, but because I was actually dreaming, I had trouble being productive.

The End

Monkey Man

There was a man up on a house roof. He had a baseball. He didn't speak. He was like a monkey or something, though not as agile.

I asked him if I could have the ball. I thought he might get scared, but he didn't. He gave me the ball. I was so grateful that I went to find something he might like. I found a blue ball. It was like a racket-ball ball but it had parts cut out of it so you could stick your fingers through the ball.

I said, "Here, take this" or something, and threw it up to him. I didn't want to throw it at him, so I threw it to his side. He took a step or two and got it. I was happy he got it.

I had just fallen asleep with the idea that 2013 will be no different than 2012, it was a bad year for me. Me and the rest of my classmates were back at that same area where one of the doctors had to inject a needle through me. This time it was different though. I felt no happy emotions throughout all of it. These feelings scared me. It was depressing!

Me and the rest of the class started to work our way through a narrow hall down to the next station. There was no other classrooms in front of us, so that was kind of strange. I can only remember stopping once. I sort of smelled like a wet dog at the time, so I didn't want any of the classmates around to smell me. I tried my best to keep my distance from them.

Okay, that seemed to be it for that part. There is another scenario that came along with it so I'll just include that one with this one.

It was on a dark, lonely street. It was way past our bed time and being out here was very dangerous! Me and my family were walking down streets trying to find our home. We were all at a distance from each other at the time. While this was happening, I could only recall the horrible experience I've been through last year(beaten up while walking alone to see one of my friends). I have always hated to feel like it, especially loneliness. I began to shudder at the darkest parts of this street. I had no choice but to continue my search for home.

I did run in to a few obstacles on the way. I ran in to an old man throwing some kind of fireballs on to the street I was on. Me and my father watched this man feared this man would've throw one at us. This other older man had a routine on where he would through the "fireball". He only threw it on the street. Oddly enough, my father walked past around the circumference of the landing zone on the street rather than simply walking on the front yards of homes. I did the same, it only took me longer.

Once I got past that, a new fear entered my mind. I finally reached the end of the street. I was standing on the spotlight of a street light. I took the street to my right and continued walking, leaving my family behind. I was now alone which meant danger.

Luckily, I reached one of the wide roadways, so if I got attacked, people would see. I was walking in the same direction from when the dream started now. I slowed down my steps. I saw a little boy a few meters away from me. He had seemed to be lost. I walked past him and heard a scream come out of him. The boy yelled out once he saw me right past him. I don't remember much of what he said but he said something about being afraid of me. I told him not to be afraid, I would not hurt him. Then a few seconds later, I see this young middle aged man in a car's passenger seat staring at me. He just kept looking at me. It was as if he though I would kill the boy. :/

The dream would end here but there is another part I'd like to mention. A part that saddened my mind.

I appeared in a car this time. Some woman was driving me to places I've been to before. She had no problem driving me to places. It felt like I was lucid dreaming sometimes too but it didn't feel like I had much power controlling it.

She brought up Pacific High School. "You wanna go to Pacific?", maybe worded a bit differently but that's what she said. She drove me over to Pacific but I knew it was a bad idea to go back there again. That was what is bothering me. I'm not sure if I want to go back there again. I finished high school two years ago, but I still dream of this place! But going back there meant I could probably see my old friends again, possibly even Quynh, when she wasn't such a bitch. Still, this woman took me to this school I gained some awareness there or at least I thought(I kept asking the woman dreaming questions when we got there). But when we got there, I was spectating the whole thing from the top of the school. From there, the school looked a lot like a medieval palace.

So anyways, I woke up after this and saw the Christmas in front of me. It was a sad year for me but I don't plan to keep dreaming about Quynh as much, but if I do, it'll be the only place where I can believe she loves me too, well, after I kill her once in the dream.

The first thing I could remember is becoming a helper at a kid's school. An instructor escorted me to the room filled with young kids between ages five and ten. This classroom was very small and had an irregular shape. I noticed that the floor had black and white square shaped tiles. I stared at the floor and only felt a sense of calmness enter inside of me. The classroom was filled with about ten kids but I don't recall any of their faces. I do remember walking around the classroom observing it. I did feel a little optimistic working with these children. Then I woke up.