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my HH has turned from visual to auditory. It sounded like some very fluent news channel. The whole time, I was impressed by my subconscious and how it made sense of everything and how it sounded like an actual news station. -hypnic jerk-. Fuck. Get back in the zone.

My sight becomes a small peephole that i identified as a telescope. i tried to gaze at the stars. Before i know it, i have my dream body. It is night time and i am in what appears to be a mens changing/locker room. I perform a reality check and look at my hands just to stabilize myself and again, my fingers are short stumps and it gives me the fucking creeps and i shiver. I hate how it looks. I look in the mirror because everyone says how funny/weird it is. The first time I look, I die laughing so hard that i almost wake up because i see a retarded white man with his eyes too close together looking back at me. I turn around and look again...this time it is actually me...except with fat. I actually think that i look even more handsome fat than my usual body. -shrugs-. I also see some type of poster behind me in the mirror. I go outside and the marsh clouds are present in the dark night. I remember my training and try to make the picture more vivid. doesn't work at first, but does on second try. At this point, i decide to levitate and surf. i noticed a small fear of flying over the open body of water....I ended up at some cliff and saw a couple of familiar people. I surfed/flew more, and wondered why it was night. I wanted it to be day. I changed the scene from night to day subconsciously.

I fucked tabitha. Doggy style.

I end up at the locker room again and a maid asks me something about a towel and I say, "you can leave it there". I walk a stairway and see a guy with one eye (cyclops looking) with a group of people, but I am focused on him. For some reason, his one eye reminded me of my third eye which somehow reminded me about locating my dream guide. I asked him twice and he said he wasn't my dream guide. the third time i asked, he said he wasn't but he will take me to them. I asked him if it was true that they have to tell the truth on the third attempt about asking them about my dream guide...he and a friend say, "yea, it's one of those unspoken things...." he takes me to a warehouse and leaves. i enter and see a rifle on a desk just chillin. I suddenly don't trust the situation and am about to back out, but see a black lady behind a desk and ask her if she is my dream guide. she says no and tells me to wait.... and my memory cuts right here and i still have yet to find them. Maybe instead of asking, i will APPOINT someone my dream guide.

I am at a party somewhere in the USA, aparently i live there now. The party is in an underground basement with two rooms, all of their walls are black and loud music is playing from an unknown source, people are talking to me and laughing like crazy drunks, i don't understand what they are saying and i don't really care. My phone is in my hand and i'm browsing like facebook or something, which is a thing i'd never even consider doing at a party, because i hate the kind of people that do this thing.

Before i know it, i'm in a hallway, in what seems to be a communist style looking building(we have lots of those where i live)only it's in the center of New York. I have the feeling that i'm somewhere between the 20th and 23rd floor and i see myself from 3rd person perspective. Something sad has happened, but i can't remember what i put my palms on my face and someone comes and tells me something, i think it was one of my friends.
Before i could answer i found myself skateboarding infront of the statue of liberty, but um... it was in the middle of the city.

Next thing i find myself on a mountain road with my dad, he's driving me somewhere with a buggy(you know those car thingys) He's shouting at me about something, but i don't remember what. Then without any expectation we fly of the road and down the side of the mountain. For some reason we are both very chill about all that and my dad even says. "It's cool, you gotta learn how to handle these situations." We manage to stop unharmed and i get off the buggy. My dad dissapeared so i continue down the mountain. I reach a point where i get stuck and the scenery suddenly changes. Now i'm in some kind of abandoned room full of computers, like brands i've never heard before and all kinds of funky designs and what not, i even browse one of their desktops, but i find nothing interesting and go out of the room. I'm at the same spot i got stuck in, but now i can move. I go down a bit more and i end up on another mountain road, but this time there are people all around me cutting down trees, i don't even care (which is strange, because in the waking life i get really pissed about those things, people often label me as a hippie and stuff.) I see a green car, the people in it offer me a ride and i accept. After like 2 minutes they tell me to get off and say that they'd be back in a minute, i waited for them for more than 5 minutes and decided to continue on foot. I'm reaching the end of the forrest and people are no longer cutting down trees. I find myself on a beach and right there coast line is the hotel i live in, i have to go down some stairs first, but i can barely walk, my heel hurts(I got it injured while skateboarding in the waking life)I don't even go into my room i just turn around and walk back into the forrest to get myself a new PC, after a while i was in that abandoned room again, looking for the perfect computer, but i lost interest again and i woke up..