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18.01.2012

Computer Lab,Family Guy Comic On Wall (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a hard time trying to recall because I woke up like 2 hours before I had to get to my Political Science class in college along with 3 more classes)

(Wednesdays are going to be my busiest days because I have 4 classes in succession; I'm suppose to be in a Chemistry Lab class, but labs don't start until next week, so I thought I should use that time to type up the notes I put down in my Blackberry Curve onto here ( I eventually remembered more details, I couldn't have finger smashed all of this information at once haha; and eat some food before I head to my Biochemistry Seminar course later on).

I also find that using images on my Dream Journal for certain points is helping me remember things long enough that should I not have the time to type them down immediately, I can somehow pull out an event in a dream and capture it long enough to branch off to other things associated with it. I guess it makes it easier in the long run, even though it gets tedious sometimes Googling pictures that make sense to me.


Dream 1:

I'm in a computer lab, the type you would see here in American High School or Middle School. There's dark blue carpet covering the floor with small mixes of random colors.

Everyone but me were given a piece of paper to do something on the computers set out for us, but I didn't pay attention to why I didn't receive one compared to the rest. Everyone was doing random things like watching videos to typing random things.

Then I realized I don't have a worksheet/piece of paper and I go up to a blonde female for one. Her hair was tied to the back into a pony tail.

(I'm going to start focusing on the facial expressions and moods of the DCs I encounter in these non-lucids to try and rationalize why they're doing so.

She was wearing a small gray hoodie (like the Hollister ones that can barely fit any average guy without them ripping it completely) and she wore a shirt underneath it of course, and probably had the typical skinny butt lift jeans.

She almost looked like a European blonde or from Russia, but just as a descendant, not a native, the type who has the genes from parents who were but with the American accent. And see had Mascara on her too, which elevated the presence of her blue eyes.

(just adding these here to have a general grasp on how she looked)


When I go up to her, before I could ask her that I don't have a sheet of paper with instructions on whatever it is we're doing in the computer lab, she expands her arm with the last piece of paper she has and offers me it. I think she even was mouthing something, but it was probably just for her to keep track of what she was doing rather than for me.

It seemed like she was reading something off of it before she handed it to me, I don't know if that she just gave it to me out of the blue or maybe was double checking before she gave it to me.

But she's still looking down on some other things as if she was too busy to make eye contact, she had that secretary type of mentality where they would go into efficiency mode and just do what's necessary and avoid any kind of additional effort (but not the type of effort to be lazy, just the type to be done and over with things in a professional manner).

She knew I was there, I could sense it, so I just gently took the paper she offered me and headed back to where I was sitting, which was near the back wall.

The same blonde, I'm guessing she's a teacher since this seems to be a School environment, but she was pretty young, I'd say she would be my age as well (18).

She starts calling people, probably to check their progress on the computer, I think she calls one person starting with the name of "C," but I can't remember the full name, but it wasn't too important because it was a generic name.

Dream 2:

I'm looking on a wall and there's a comic of Family Guy of Peter, Lois, and Quagmire (It's in black and white, but I think there were a few hints of color). They were doing something, but I can't remember what exactly. I think I recall Lois with a happy expression on her face, but I don't know if that was because something sexual was happening to her or something else.



I saw Quagmire, I know I did, but I don't know what the heck he was up to in the comic, probably trying to creep on Lois I guess.

01/17/12

School Stealing
I am at school at Pima Community College, which is where I am taking a couple classes during the spring semester. I am on my way to class. I know exactly where class is, and I am running a bit early, so I wander around a bit. The more extra steps I take the better it is for my diet. As I wander I am thinking I forgot to bring any supplies to school… no paper, no pencil… I see a wall with lockers on it. The lockers can be rented by students to keep their books in between classes as opposed to carrying all the books all day. One of the lockers is open a bit. It looks like someone didn't want to spend the 50 cents or so to rent the locker so they just left their stuff. I am curious, so I peek in there. There is a backpack there and nothing else. No one is watching me, I take the backpack and walk away as if there was nothing strange. I figure this backpack surely has some paper and a pencil in it, so my problem is solved. I wonder if I might find a jump drive I can use as well. I go to class and sit down, waiting for class to start. I open the backpack to take out some paper but I find there are no school supplies in the backpack. It is stuffed with cash! Stacks of $20 bills, and lots of them! Wtf? I had thought I was jacking someone's books and notebooks and stuff and I find all this money! I glance around to see if anyone is watching me. No one is paying any attention to me. I close the backpack and wonder where I might be able to find a pencil and paper now…


Kleptomania
I am with my mother and we are visiting a friend somewhere in town. This person is really more of my mother's friend than mine, and I quickly get bored. I say I need to use the bathroom and I leave to do so. I wander around a bit as I go, I figure the friend won't mind. After all, she gave us a tour of the house when my mom and I first arrived, so there's nothing here I haven't seen before. I am looking in the different rooms when I get a bit nosier than I probably should be. I peek in a jewelry box to see what kind of jewelry our friend likes to keep. Some of it is quite pretty, but nothing especially catches my attention. I close the box and peek in a couple other places. Still being nosey. I peek inside a closed roll top desk and find there is a really old looking book there. Cool! There's actually several of the books in a small pile. I open one of the books to see what is inside. It is blank inside, a blank journal. It is such a cool looking book… I slip the book into the waistband of my jeans, hidden under my shirt. I close the desk and then leave the room, heading into the bathroom. There are cute little fluffy stuffed animals, about the size of a mouse. I put one in my pocket without even thinking about it. I take care of business in the bathroom and then return to the living room where my mom and her friend are chatting still. My mom is ready to leave, so we say our goodbyes and head out. In the car my mom asks what that is in my pocket. She sees the stuffed animal I stole. She is mad about that and says I had better hope our friend doesn't notice or we will never be invited over there again. I wonder what will happen when our friend notices the journal missing…

I was in an all white house that didn't have any furnishings what so ever. Everything was was clean...perfect.

I also remember being at my elementary school. It was the end of the day and we were all heading to the busses. I couldn't help but think of all the other times I had dreams like this. Especially when I couldn't find my bus. I pulled off a moon jump over some hedges about 15 feet off the ground as somewhat of an RC, but I still didn't piece it together.

After failing my WILD and getting some tips from Forceez, I tried to get some sleep. I had one dream, vivid and long too.

Detention
Non-Lucid: It's night in my high school. I'm going to my locker and realize I'm shirtless. I see some article of clothing lying in front of my locker, obviously must be my shirt. I pick it up, play around with it, they are red gym shorts. Time rewinds, I'm walking to my locker again. My brother is there, along with a bag of dirty clothes and a bag of dirty towels. (these are here because our washing machine is currently broken in real life) I pick up the bag of dirty towels but we're stopped by a bald man, he's taking us to a classroom that has a TV in it. We sit down, there's another person in the room but I down give them any thought. I ask him why he brought us here. He says he is on the police force, and that he is holding us here to show us what our crimes are doing (even though I haven't committed any of these crimes). The video plays, and I take the role of one of the people in the TV.
It's night, I'm manning a gun on some sort of armored car. I think we are in Mexico, most likely tracking down drug cartels. The car in front of the one I'm in shoots into the windows of the buildings we are driving next to. Blood splats onto the windows. This continues for a short time until I find myself somewhere unknown.
I'm no longer in the video, I'm in an abandoned house. I walk outside. (This area seems to be reoccurring, either that or I've visited this area in this one dream more than once and forgot) There's no grass here, in front of me is a pit (man made, more like a moat) beyond this is the town I know. A voice speaks to me, of a girl I know, she says "Truman can see it every time, crazy right?". I instantly know what she's talking about. On the far right of the pit is a barely visible staircase hidden by a bush and half buried. I run up it.
I'm now behind a shed the shed has an opening in the back large enough to squeeze through. I do just that. I'm no in a little undeveloped area.
Teleport again, I am in a shop. I realize I have to get back to that classroom or the officer is going to be pissed. I run out, it's raining, as I'm crossing the street (four way intersection) every single car stops. The rain stops falling too, and instead just floats where it was. I'm now running in slow motion, this is extremely frustrating for dream me. In front of me I see a Russian/gypsy woman crossing in front of me. She is speaking in gibberish and seems to be cussing at me (that was actually pretty creepy for me).
Teleport again, I'm at the school. It's daytime now, but I don't care, I need to get to that classroom. But my friends will stop me, I have to avoid them. I go behind a large dumpster (that isn't there in real life) and as I'm about to make a run for is, two friends of mine (we'll call them John and Rachel) suddenly pop up in front of me. "HEYY JENOS! WHAT UP?!" they're smiling like the actors from the Truman Show. I shout at the top of my lungs "Get out of my way, I need to get inside!!" I run inside. The dream ends here and enters into another one.

I wouldn't call it much of a nightmare, but it wasn't the nicest setting. I was at an old school, but I've never gone to this school, all I know is that my friends are there. Friends from a longer time ago, like middle school, there isn't much going on. I wander the halls, seeing people I know. Not talking to them, and not being talked too. The greatest memory/high point of this dream is I was standing in a hall way. Looking down, I was at a door, much like an office in the main office itself. The hall leading to the reception desk maybe, and to my right an open door. That's about all I can remember. But it is a fragment, for I've had several other dreams like this, all in different settings, but I have no idea what they mean.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a classroom. I sat in a desk one or two rows back from the front and a little toward the left of the classroom. The classroom door was on the left side of the wall that the desks faced. The light of the classroom was a greenish fluorescent.

The classroom was probably full of people. Everybody may have seemed about my age. But the class felt almost like a high school class.

I sat twisted in my desk, the left side of my head propped up by my left hand. I was watching a woman or girl give a speech about something. The woman was giving the speech while seated at her desk.

I knew that the woman's speech wasn't popular. She had expressly decided to say something she knew other people wouldn't like. Plus, her speech may have been boring.

I was taking a little bit of a secret pleasure in knowing that the woman's speech was not well-received. She may have acted arrogant toward me in the past. So now I was happy to see people treating her indifferently.

Somehow (maybe because of a bell?) the people all knew that the class period was over. They all got up and left the class, even though the woman was still giving her speech. The woman continued, seeming only a little put-off by being ignored by everybody.

I now felt bad for the woman. I didn't think everybody would be so indifferent toward her. I thought she must feel horrible. So I listened harder to what she was saying, as if I were really interested in it.

At some point, the speech was done. The woman was still seated in her desk. There were a couple other people in the room. One of them was some male friend of mine. He seemed a little bit older and classier than I.

My friend made some criticism of the woman's speech while walking about on the left side of the classroom. He then addressed me as he walked out of the classroom.

I understood the criticism the man had given the woman, though he'd addressed it to me. I tried to respond by adding onto the criticism in some witty way, and by using an accent. I may have been trying to sound French. But my attempt was horrible.

My friend, standing just outside the classroom, told me, in a half-distracted way, that my accent was horrible. I stood up and walked out of the classroom. I told the man that I agreed with him. I told him I thought I sounded like --.

But I couldn't remember the name of the person I was thinking about. She was a cartoon character, from the Bullwinkle show. I might have kept saying "Badenov, Badenov," because I remembered she was Boris Badenov's partner in crime. But I couldn't remember the character's first name.

(Of course, it's Natasha.)

Sadly, no recall again on the night of the 13th, due to my poor sleeping pattern.
I do, however, remember a small fragment of last night - though nothing quite as interesting as my last proper dream.
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14/1/12
I am back at school, in a maths class being taught by this fat-arsed invigilator that we used to have for exams [honestly, she could barely fit between the desks when walking up and down the hall] but I hadn't been paying attention. When she makes her way round the class to me, I grab my neighbour's book (who I dislike) and claim it as my own.

I then walk all the way round the school to my next lesson (a huge detour) and see various people on the way, some who have influenced my life greatly, and others who haven't. Nothing particularly remarkable about any of them, apart from an old art teacher of mine spinning uncontrollably on a skateboard, as if in some sort of glitch, as well as Angela from the US Office refusing to help out any of the other teachers.



That was it unfortunately, but hopefully tonight will prove more interesting after seeing Asking Alexandria live.

Lost dream
Non-Lucid: I was somewhere outdoors. I don't remember what I was doing, who I was with (if anyone) or why.
Awake: I wake up and lose the memory of the dream after attempting the second WILD.

WILD attempt #1
Awake: Wake up from my alarm, get out of bed and walk to my door. As I open it I remember it isn't a school day and remember why I woke up so early on a Sunday. Go back to bed but fall asleep.

In the Cafeteria
Non-Lucid: I was in my high schools cafeteria looking through a pamphlet, or maybe a year book. I came across an odd group that was named something along the lines of "school year-book porn". I thought this was odd, but continued in non-lucidity. After talking to some people (I don't remember this part of the dream but I feel like I know it happened) I woke up.

WILD Attempt #2
Awake: I wake up around 8 A.M. and it's fairly bright out but it shouldn't matter much, my window is small. I close my eyes and concentrate on my breathing. I count every breath I take.
Hypnotic Hallucinations?: First sign of HH I start seeing green strips of light going across my left eye (don't ask me how I know, I just know it was only my left one). My arms and legs go numb and feel heavy. Now the green strips turn into large green rings that quickly shrink, only one visible at a time, all appear and shrink in the same spot. There is a bubbling sound, like after you flush a toilet, it goes on for awhile but I don't know if it was real or part of the hallucinations. I feel something in my hand, it feels like someone is rolling a spherical object in it. My heart rate quickens and I remember to take deep breaths, it won't work if I get excited. The rings stop and turn into little balls coming from the right and falling eventually (still green, still one at a time) I start seeing a white glare coming from the bottom, but I think it was just my eyes opening a bit. After this goes on for a bit the rings come back and I can feel just how heavy my arms and legs are.
Awake: Everything except the numbness goes away and I decide that either I'm in a dream or I've failed. I open my eyes and count my fingers. Eleven... recount... ten. I try to push one hand through the other, no dice. Pinch my nose and breathe, nothing. But at least I got to HH, maybe I was just too awake.

Lucid ||Commentary || Non-Lucid

Broke my dry-spell

I was doing a project in my Pre-Calculus class, in which we were to make a website about something. When it was my turn to present, Mrs. Ward (the teacher) said something about not being fully prepared. She loaded up my website onto the Smart Board in front on the room, and was browsing it. She then clicked on a link that was supposed to link to the first page of my friend's website, but instead, it linked to the entire website instead. Mrs. Ward pointed this out, and I felt bad.

Afterwards, my mom called me on my cell phone. She told me she had to do something in McAdenville, and wouldn't be able to pick me up. I asked if I had to ride with my cousin (he lives in McAdenville, and goes to a different school), and she said yes. I tried to find an excuse to not go to McAdenville, such as I had soccer practice.

I was now at home, unleashing my dog. As I was walking back to the house, I wondered why I wasn't at soccer practice. It then occurred to me that I had a car, and there was no reason for me to ride with Jalen in the first place. It also occurred to me I'm training for tennis, and soccer season had already passed. With this, the dream ended.

I lied very still as I woke up, with the intent to jump back into the dream consciously. I felt the familiar tinglings of SP. I tried to visualize the dream where it ended. Very vivid images of the past dream flashed in my vision, then the tingling became more intense. I decided I would just ride the vibrations into lucidity. The vibrations became more intense, and for once, I saw HI. It wasn't very colorful; in fact, it looked more like "shadows" jumping around my room. Surprisingly, I wasn't scared and just remained calm. Once the vibrations subsided, I did a RC. I was dreaming!

I was standing up in my room. "Well, since I'm in a dream, I can do anything, like passing the walls." (I mainly said this to affirm myself I wouldn't slam into the walls like last time ) I passed through the walls with ease. It was very beautiful outside; it was dawn and the sky was a mix of blue and orange hues. The environment was very vivid. I decided to seize the opportunity to further ground myself into the dream. I got down on my stomach and smelled and felt the green grass. It smelt very refreshing, and the environment around me in response to this got a little brighter. I got up with the intent of accomplishing the goal of contacted my 'subconscious,' or, the 'intelligence' behind the dream to find my dream guide.

From back around my house, I see a figure. As it approaches me, I notice it's a Hispanic girl who was completely nude. She gave me a smile, and walked passed me. "CRAP," I thought to myself. This was definitely doing to interfere with my goal. I turned around and followed the girl, wanting a hug (wow, I'm surprised I just wanted a hug). She turned around.

"Why don't you come with me for a bit?" I thought about this briefly. "Sorry," I said, "I'm on a mission here."

She smiles again. "You're trying to find it, aren't you? Don't worry, it should still be here soon."

At this point, I don't know what overcame me, and I gave into temptation. I went to the girl, and did some tasteless stuff. The girl allowed it, but her expression implied she was obviously disappointed in me.

"Yea well....you better get going."

I took a deep breath, about to ask my subconscious to manifest before me with firm intent. At the point however, I suddenly woke up.

After waking up, I realize that that girl was testing me to see whether or not I had the conviction to accomplish my goals without getting distracted; obviously, I didn't . However, I'm happy that I broke my dry spell, and this definitely won't happen again. I swear I've seen this girl in a previous dream before....

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a classroom, sitting at a desk or a table. The desks, I think, were all joined together for each row, so each row of desks was like a long table. I sat at about the middle of the classroom, and just a bit to the right of the center of the row. The room was lit with a dim, drab, greenish fluorescent light.

I was probably myself, at my age. But I was sitting among a bunch of kids in about sixth grade. Everybody around me was probably Latino.

I turned around to my left and faced the back row. Everybody in the classroom was getting ready to take a multiple choice test. I was telling everybody in the row behind me how important this test was, but how everybody would do well in the test, because everybody was really smart.

The test had now begun. I noticed that one of the kids, a boy sitting more toward the left of the center in the row behind me, was doing his test in a weird way. The boy was kind of overweight. He wore a black heavy metal t-shirt. He had his hair shaved into a style a bit wider than a mohawk.

I remarked to somebody in the row behind me -- either a woman my age or a girl the boy's age -- that the boy was answering all his multiple choice questions with only one letter -- either "c" or "d." I laughed at this, hoping to share the laugh with the woman or girl. I probably implied that only a stupid person would answer all his questions with the same letter.

But now the test was over. I realized what I'd done. After I'd given such a nice speech, telling everybody how smart they all were, I'd singled out one boy as being stupid. I may have caused that boy to lose faith in himself. And I may have made myself look like a cruel kind of idiot to everybody else.

So now, to make up for what I'd said, I started giving some weird speech to some group of kids (and an adult?) near me. It was intended for everybody to hear, especially the boy. But I was acting as if I were just saying it spontaneously, and like I didn't think the boy was going to hear it.

I basically said something about how everybody makes their own choices on a multiple choice test, and how everybody determines the choices that they make based on their bodily rhythms. So whatever patterns a person makes out of the choices on the test, those patterns are good, because they match the person's bodily rhythms.

The boy stood up from his desk. He walked toward the right side of the room, then up to the door of the classroom. I could tell he felt bad about my having made fun of him. And I could tell he thought the speech I'd given in an attempt to make him feel better only made him think I was an idiot.

I called out to the boy before he left the room. I said something to him, but I don't remember what. The boy turned around a little bit, not facing me, really, and said something to me, kind of mocking the way I'd made fun of him.

Dream #2

I was in some building. I had headed away from the first floor atrium of the building, and was now headed up a stairway. The stairway was wide and went up to a second floor or mezzanine area.

Another stairway, a bit narrower, went off to the right, from the second floor to some higher floors. This second stairway looked out onto the first floor atrium area.

As I was reaching the top of the first stairway, a guy stood at the foot of the second stairway, looking down to the atrium area and talking to a woman who stood there. The building was really quiet, even though it was really big, and the woman was the only one down there.

As I approached the staircase, I thought I'd just edge past the guy and let him keep talking. But the guy saw me, so he started walking up the staircase, in an attempt, I guess, to keep moving ahead of me. But he kept talking to the woman.

The staircase had two sides, divided by a railing. At some point, I tried to get onto the other side. But somehow the guy was blocking my way from doing that as well.

At first I kind of liked the guy. He was a white guy with pale skin, a kind of round face, a red beard, and read hair. He wore squarish, thickish eyeglasses, a cap, and a plaid, button-up shirt. He reminded me of a really nice guy I knew in New York, who now lives in Chicago.

But the more I looked at this guy, and had to listen to all the crap he was saying to the woman, the more I realized I didn't like him at all. He even seemed to be getting fatter and more annoying-looking. I wasn't going to be patient with him. If he kept blocking my way, I was just going to push past him.

But as soon as I pushed past the guy and started walking more quickly up the stairs, the guy started walking more quickly up the stairs himself, as if he had to keep up with me, or keep one step ahead of me. The whole time he was doing this, he was still trying to keep up a conversation with the girl down on the first floor.

The staircase got narrower and steeper. Also, somehow, it got twisty, like a helix. I had kept going faster and faster, to get past the guy. But he kept going faster and faster, to match me. At some point, he finally stopped talking to the woman. The guy and I were just in an all-out race.

By this point the staircase was so steep, it almost felt like it was inclining backwards. I had to hold onto the railing just to keep my balance. I didn't even know if I'd make it to the top of the staircase. For the final few steps, I had to close my eyes. The very last step was incredibly difficult.

The top of the staircase was some kind of small area, like an administrative area in a university library. I walked past the balcony that was around a staircase, then through a small hallway, then into a little kind of hallway-like alcove off to the right.

The man who had raced me to the top of the staircase was following me. We both sat down on a bench in the little alcove area. The guy sat to my right. He slumped over on his right side as we sat.

The guy started complaining to me. He was upset that I'd beaten him. (I'd only beaten him by half a step -- if that much.) But he was making it sound like I'd purposely pushed him really hard. Because I'd pushed him hard, I'd injured him somehow. So he was going to get me in trouble for injuring him.

I had stood up at this point, probably because I didn't want to listen to the guy anymore. I might have thought I was going to walk away.

But now the guy stood up in my face. He wasn't wearing a shirt. And he looked a lot different. He was clean-shaven, with a square, close-haircut and brown hair. He had a wide body, like good muscle slowly going flabby. His eyes were, at first, kind of pale blue.

The guy shouted at me that I shouldn't have pushed him so hard, because he had diabetes, and now his body was messed up in all kinds of ways.

The guy's appearance changed a little again. His irises now had a pale, reddish tint to them. I even thought to myself, Is this guy an albino?

And now, on the guy's chest, there was a tattoo. It was like a double-headed "triangle," or an abstract mountain with two peaks. But the left peak was slightly highter than the right peak. And in the body of this "triangle" was a vertical rectangle, solid black, with a wide, diagonal strip of white running across its center.

I felt bad for the guy. I didn't mean to get his diabetes all messed up. Plus -- for some reason, the guy now reminded me of a female-to-male transsexual. Something about this was turning me on, like I was attracted to the part of the man that was still female.

So I decided to be gentle with the guy. I tapped either the guy's chest or back with the back of my hand. The guy's body was still sweaty. We both sat down on the bench. I started saying something nice to the guy.

01/08/12

From School to Oblivion
I am in school at Pima Community College, this is my first day back to class. I look around at the other students and find a sear where I wait for the instructor. The teacher comes in pretty soon, and I see he has a cart full of goodies with him! Lots of sweets. Cupcakes, cookies, donuts… there goes my diet! I decide to eat a limited amount of the treats. I pick a chocolate cupcake and start eating it. It is delicious. There doesn't seem to be an actual class, and I wonder if tuition is all going to pay for sweets… weird… I decide I had better leave before I pig out. I go to the door and open it, there is someone else about to come in. A large tentacle or vine or something erupts through his chest as he is standing there. He has the most puzzled look on his face… wtf?! I go around the dying man and see there is an Oblivion gate in the parking lot. There are scamps wandering around the gate and a huge vine like thing coming out of the gate, that is what killed the man. I find I have a sword… it formed from Witchblade. I cut the vine thing off and jump through the Oblivion gate, moving seamlessly from a non-lucid dream to believing I am in a virtual reality video game.

I am in Oblivion now, and I look around to see what needs to be done. There is a massive gate closed between me and the main tower. I guess they expect me to walk around the long way to get there. I have the idea I don't have that much time. I go over to the gate and look at it closely. There are various places on the gate that make it look like I should be able to climb it. I wonder if this version of the game will allow that… so I start climbing. I get to the top with surprisingly little effort. I look down on the other side of the gate. My body feels lighter than normal… instead of taking this as a trigger to do a RC I decide it is because of the game. I fly down on the other side of the gate, immediately engaging two daedra in battle and killing them. I go into the main tower and look around, killing three scamps and a daedra I find there. There is a beam of fire shooting up the center of the tower. I don't have time to go the long way… I fly up the beam to the top. I am being fired at by scamps on the path around the outer edge of the tower. They can't hit the target. I get to the top and look at the sigil stone only briefly before grabbing hold of it… and waking up.

so, I was Live action role playing call of duty, well I was actually in the game I could see my mini map, and all the UI at once I don't really know how it was possible. It was kind of like domination except we had to have all our team by weapons crates like sabotage instead of a flag. So I ran over to the crates and saw some loading bar come up, it was not hovering but more a part of what I saw because I could see it no matter where I looked. There were a few other people on my team, we had teams of four at this point. The loading bar was going very slowly and it stopped after it got probably 1/8th of the way up. I yelled out that we need the whole team to be here at once because that is the only way we could capture this place. I saw some of my teammates coming over, but unfortunately I had stepped too far away and the progress bar went away. But I quickly came back over to the crates and now that my other teammates were here the bar loaded much faster and it got very close to being full, we saw the last guy coming over towards us so we got ready to run off and get the next one. Right when he got there we started to leave but we hadn't waited long enough and the bar went away, I heard some of my teammates sigh and head back over. It went up quickly because we were all there, once it completed we ran off in different directions. The area was an urban place that seemed to be in some other country and there were walls blown out and it looked like the place was a recent warzone. I soon ran into an enemy troop and I think I was killed. I don't remember exactly where I spawned but I went back to where I died, and died again, from here I was going to start to mess around and I died a few more times. A little while later I had found that the entire enemy team was in one room and the room had one main doorway, without hesitation I ran through the doorway and jumped in as far as I could shooting in every direction! I know I surprised all of them and caught them all off guard. I took one of them out and hit some others by the time that I died, when I did die I immediately went to first person and saw my body fly up against the wall. I could not help but laugh!
Later in the dream the scenario had changed, I was at my old school, for some reason everyone had pillows and blankets out on the playground, I don't remember what happened next but I do remember having to pick up my pillows and my scooter, I had to figure out how I was going to get all of this all back in one trip. (I hate taking more than one trip anytime!) so I had an idea, I stacked all the pillows up on the scooter and use it as a seat, this works pretty well, I decide to go into the main building to get a drink from the water fountain, in there I see that there is an egg on each of the fountains and a mrs Jones tells me that I can't use it.
I roll my eyes and head out the door, I find outside obama in the middle of the sidewalk surrounded by cameras trying to sell some parent a product. I just go around them and head past, on my way back to the other building I nearly fall off twice, and I hear from somewhere that the guy doesn't want to buy it because it has a huge hole in it! then the dream ended.

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I have had a multitude of dreams over the past few days, I just got lazy and didn't post them here . Oh well, I need to do better in the future

I was in my e-Commerce class on the first day back to school after the Winter Break, and everyone was trying to get their final project done, as it is due tomorrow. Talking to my friend John, this is how our conversation went:

Me: "So John, going to get some Capstone work done today?"
John: "Oh yea, I plan on talking to some people, eating, goofing off..."
Me: "Don't forget playing Tetris!"
John: "Yeah. THEN I'll get some work done."

At this point I got incredibly hungry, and opened up my lunchbox to see if I had any food. Unfortunately, I had packed sausage and vegetables to eat for lunch, and didn't pack any snacks. At this, I requested John to go find me some snacks, and handed him my lunchbox. In the end, he just took the contents out, appearing to want it for himself. "The nerve...," I muttered to myself. At this point, I got up and circled the room. As I was coming back to my seat, I tapped this girl on the shoulder then walked away quickly. She fell for it and looked in the direction I tapped her in. "I can't believe she fell for that," I said to myself. My teacher then asked me if I had finished my 3 'Burst Responses', which John said were 3 assignments on the rubric to be completed over the break. I replied yes.

At this point, a student named Maury came out of my Teacher's supply closet (this closet, in reality, is way too small to house a person in). My teacher asked him what he was doing in there, and he said students locked him in there, and sealed off the closet with huge strips of duck tape.

This was actually from Sunday, I just haven't uploaded it until now.

I was in a classroom, and everyone was having some kind of party. We each got a bagel but before we could eat it we had to cut around the edges so that it was perfectly round. I also had to bring one next class, so I was trying hard to remember.*

Then I went downstairs to my locker, and realized I had forgotten the combination. A girl next to me pointed to the principal's office. I thanked her and went in. There were three other kids looking at the long list (stack of papers) of combinations. Once I found mine (0, 0, 35?) I opened my locker, only to realize I didn't need to put anything in or take anything out.

I ran outside so that I wouldn't miss the bus. However, they weren't busses; they were trains. I boarded one, and looked outside the window. Some kid did a backflip and landed right on his neck, so they had to use our train as an ambulance. We had to wait for another train to come. This time I sat all the way in the front. The train was made of very light metal, almost like plastic.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was with a big group of people. We were in an area that looked like the large reading room of the New York Public Library. But it was also something like a high school gymnasium. The group I was with was probably a church group, though it may have been part of a church-school.

I was up on a balcony level, crouched down or sitting down near the floor. There were a few other people up here with me, including a teacher, who sat behind me.

We looked down on the main area, where a lot of other people were. That area may have been floored with brownish gym mats. There may have been an occasional school desk. There were a decent amount of students down there. Everything felt kind of cluttered.

We had all been given a lesson by somebody who was probably speaking into a microphone from some pulpit at the other end of the room from those of us on the balcony. It was some lesson about Christian history.

We now had to do an in-class exercise based on the lesson. The exercise was some kind of role-playing game. I think we all had to imagine ourselves as some saint, who had been the subject of the lesson. We then had to imagine ourselves into the environment of the saint.

A classmate of mine, a boy maybe eleven or twelve years old, wanted me to come with him on the role-playing game. I was probably going to go along with him.

But my teacher, a pretty, blonde woman, yanked me back from the boy. She told me the boy was distracting me. The teacher told me I was going to come with her.

I looked behind the teacher to the area I knew we were going to: some kind of stage-like area on the left wall of the room, where there were other kids sat out on the floor with papers, studying or doing their lesson exercise.

I was now in some kind of hallway-like space with my teacher. The hallway was like an old, narrow, seldom-visited corridor in a natural history museum.

We sat on the floor -- actually, I think my teacher was laying on her stomach. My teacher had a book, some kind of history of poetry. She may have read some of it to me. She may then have asked me either to read some to her, or to give her a reaction to what she'd read. She handed me the book.

I could see that the text was about the seventeenth century British poet Abraham Cowley. But the pages looked like they were from some kind of illustrated Bible for kids. There was a drawing, almost coloring-book-style, of biblical mountains running across the top half of one set of pages.

I told my teacher a little bit of my own thoughts about Abraham Cowley. I liked him, and I thought it was unfair that he'd fallen into obscurity.

I then read the bottom lines of the left-hand page of the book. It mentioned how somebody in the eighteenth century had "single-handedly" rescued Cowley from oblivion. It took me a long time to read this. But I finally got the idea that the person referenced was Samuel Johnson.

My teacher was now slightly around the corner from me, and up on a very small platform, elevated about 20cm above the floor. I lay on my stomach and stared at a beautiful, Gothic-style, wood wall as I gave my teacher some of my own thoughts on Cowley.

It was hard for me to speak -- my brain was really groggy. But I said, "Well, you know, now that Cowley's rescued from oblivion, everybody thinks he's just great. But I don't think he's free from faults. I love his Mistress poem cycle. But his Odes are kind of flat, in my opinion."