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(I haven't updated this dream journal since the 5th I've been super-busy the past few weeks and only had time to write them on my iPhone before jumping headfirst into my day. I'm not going to go through and upload all the dreams from all 16 days I've been offline, just the more memorable ones - I gotta keep my tag collection growing! It's awesome to see my tags change size and give me an overview of what I dream about most.)

(This is from September 7.)

I lived in an apartment with a roommate - a meek little lady with big wire glasses. When she moved in she brought all these couches with her, and she would put a couch in the den based on the holiday. She currently had a pastel-colored Easter couch out there and it slightly annoyed me because it was really gaudy and didn't fit. It was dinnertime currently, and we both sat down at the table, and I saw that she was wearing a Touched By An Angel shirt so I told her how much I loved that show. She told me she'd invited her boyfriend over for dinner, and he sat down next to her. Except he wasn't human at all, he was a Klingon, and I remember being really freaked out because he just seemed so annoyed and uncomfortable sitting at our quaint little table eating roasted chicken. Then things got really bad after my roommate decided to start flirting with me in front of him and mentioned she had a crush on me. I, of course, wanted nothing to do with this situation, but the Klingon got angry and challenged me to a fight, and soon enough I was running out the door and into the backyard with this guy screaming and swinging a sword at me. He kept telling me to stand still and accept an honorable death but I kept dodging him.

I was staying at a hotel that overlooked a futuristic expressway, where I could see hovercars going to and from their destinations. My suite had multiple rooms but there was one bedroom I really liked in particular. However, when I came back to my suite after doing some shopping, I saw that the room wasn't a bedroom anymore. Instead, it was smaller and was filled with boxes. I asked the room service guy and he said there was never a bedroom there in the first place, only that small storage area.

During a college class, all the students were paired up to do a project. I waited until the last second and couldn't choose a partner, so I got the last person left, who happened to be Michi. I was really excited to be paired with her since she's like a little sister to me, even though I wasn't sure what she was doing in college since she's only five or six years old. The teacher pulled me aside and asked me to find a new partner because he thought I was a bad student and would hold Michi back. I got super upset at that accusation, even though I knew I often didn't do my homework, but it made me embarrassed and I decided never to go to that class again. Instead, I skipped that class every day by going home to eat and then coming back after it was over. But one day while skipping I couldn't find my car in the parking lot and the city bus had already left, so I wandered around campus looking for my car. A group of people sitting on the grass in the commons area made fun of me for being so bad at my project and told me to just quit school already. Instead of crying and leaving, I got determined to prove them wrong and I went back to class. We were watching some Spongebob movie and everyone in class complained because it was a horrible movie. Spongebob was walking around on a real life beach, and this large girl in a bathing suit kept staring at him funny. Halfway through the movie, the ground started shaking and we all ran outside to discover dinosaurs were attacking the school. Everyone was in a frenzy trying to escape and ran off in big crowds, and I grabbed Michi and took off, but was terrified that we'd be squished because the dinosaurs were just randomly stepping on people.

07-24-2013 -- There are hints of the new graphics from Runescape 3, or an improvement of the graphics in Roller Coaster Tycoon to allow a stronger black and prevent light leaking into dark rides, but not enough details to say there was more than a hint of them. What I do know is that this started as mostly some kind of game, with just a hint of real life, and quickly shifted to being entirely real life.

I am exploring a building somewhere, and find a secret passage or something, leading down into a deeper level of dungeon or catacomb, or whatever it might be, and am commenting on the great textures and looks of the very dark, rocky walls. The paths leading deeper down look much like mine tunnels, without the bracings, though there is also a hint of a dark, rough metal, in the walls of a spaceship. It is a maze of passages, great stuff, and there are some others here who have found the same secret entrance that I have (or perhaps others) and are wandering around, and there is a hint of the forbidden ... that this is an area we aren't allowed in, but have found our way into, anyway.

I keep wandering around, occasionally finding small, almost hidden branching passages that take me even deeper into this maze of passageways, while others comment on how I might get myself in trouble, but it seems like they are jealous that they can't find the hidden passages as easily. Oddly, for what seem to be dark, deep cave-like passages, there are things like restrooms and dressing rooms carved out in the depths, and I am half considering sharing a restroom with an attractive lady I see entering one. Instead, I put it out of my mind. Soon the cave passages are more and more coming to resemble passageways on a very dark (in coloring) space ship, and I eventually find myself in a sort of locker room / wardrobe where there are hundreds of Starfleet uniforms in various colors and styles, representing the different levels of star ship officers, and all kinds of other jobs not directly relating to Starfleet, but still seen in the various Trek shows.

I look around, and want a uniform, but I know there is almost no chance they have anything in my size. (I'm a huge guy.) So I walk off, disappointed, though moments later, a red uniform shirt like Picard or Riker wore just appears on me. As I continue to wander around, I run into more and more people, some in regular clothes, others who have also found the locker room, and have assumed uniforms. I feel slightly out of place, wondering if I have the right to claim a captain's uniform, but generally just act like I belong. Some of the people I run into are just wandering around, enjoying themselves, while others are role-playing. Some want to fight with people, dressed as the occasional hairy Trek monster, or more powerful intelligent races. One attacks me, and expects to defeat me and take my uniform, but I am wearing gloves covered in hair, like from the abominable snowman or bigfoot or something, and it gives me the power to defeat him, even though he is wearing gloves that can conduct an electrical current into his enemies.

Soon I run into Adrian Monk (it is Monk, not Tony), who is wearing one of the yellow captain's uniforms from the original Trek, and complaining about little nit-picking details about every other person he runs into. This one has the wrong number of pips on his uniform. That one is wearing the wrong pants. A Vulcan wouldn't speak like that. A Klingon wouldn't be caught dead in that color. The type of tiny things that would drive Monk crazy, or that a fan obsessed to a ridiculous extent would write letters to complain about. He starts to complain about something about my uniform, so I strip the shirt off, just to find that underneath it I have on the original Trek yellow, and Monk just has more to complain about. So I just start to walk away from him. But oddly, I could swear I know him from somewhere. Somewhere Disney, not from Monk.

About this time, I am slowly starting to make my way back out of the wealth of catacombs, and I run into a young woman with short blonde hair in a yellow shirt, almost a dead ringer for Tasha Yar. At first she thinks I am somebody she knows, and she starts to flirt with me. Then she realizes I am not who she thought, but still continues to flirt so I pick her up in my arms and start carrying her bridal-style, to the annoyance of her companion, who, for the moment, is also dressed in yellow, but who I recognize as Joy from the Adventurers Club, and she doesn't seem to like me, which surprises me, because I always seemed to get along with Joy. Now she is wearing the French Maid outfit, and the girl I am holding in my arms is another French Maid, though one of the ones near the end that I didn't know. Still cute, though. I comment on the outfit, commenting I don't recall anything like that ever being a Starfleet regulation uniform, and Joy makes a derogatory comment, something along the lines that she hates role players. (Seems sort of hypocritical to me.) I make another Trek reference, and she pulls her companion from my arms and drags her off in a huff.

As I finally make it out of the complex, I find myself exiting into Tomorrowland. It seems this is a new ride / walk-through that isn't actually supposed to be open yet, but I seem to have wandered into a soft opening or something. I head out, planning to do some wandering through the park, but I haven't been to Disneyland in several years (except for backstage at the Golden Horseshoe in a dream a couple of days ago), and I am really shocked when I reach Main Street. They seem to be doing one of the months-long themes like they have done in the past (ie Circus Fantasy, State Fair) but this one is a sort of cross between mafia, prohibition, and the roaring twenties, but very dark and oppressive. There are still lights on Main Street, but there is something oppressive and evil about them, it looks more like the red light district in Amsterdam than the wholesome looks of Main Street USA.

There is still streetmosphere, but instead of characters and barbershop quartets, it is more like gangsters, gang members, and the worse kind of flappers hanging on their arms, guns plainly visible. It is just the wrong atmosphere entirely. I try to wander over by Coke Corner to see who is playing the piano, and it is a dark haired female playing some dark jazz. Not sure, but it might have been Carol Stein. I find Main Street to be tremendously depressing now, so I try to continue on to Adventureland, and at the entrance, I run into three people from the Adventurer's Club, doing some kind of skit out in the streets, and I realize they must have a banquet in the Club or something. I think the three are Tim, Karl, and Philip, dressed in the old costumes for Fletcher, probably Otis, and Emil, and I suddenly recognize that 'Monk' earlier had been Philip dressed up and role-playing as Tony Shalhoub's character in Galaxy Quest. They are doing something that seems to involve putting together several 10 foot long sections of pipe and using them as a straw or something.

As I try to move into Adventureland, I find the entrance is blocked off for refurbishing, so I have to detour through Frontierland. As I am doing so, I run into one of the Hathaways I don't know, and am amazed to find we are wearing the same bright green pants. Odd ... I could have sworn I was wearing black pants when I was in the Star Trek uniforms. I continue into Frontierland, just to find that almost the entirety of Frontierland, Adventureland and New Orleans Square are closed down for refurbishing, including the entire building that houses the Golden Horseshoe Revue, which leaves me wondering about my new job there. [See dream from last night.] The Rivers of America are quiet, with both the Mark Twain and the Columbia sitting there, unused, in a sort of dry dock, and as I continue on, the first thing I find is actually open is the Haunted Mansion, just beyond the French Quarter of New Orleans Square. I try to cut through the French Market restaurant, to see if I can get back to the Club (which I guess has been moved here and located right between the Treehouse and Pirates), but it is blocked off there, too.

I am getting annoyed and tired, and end up taking a rest on a hand railing (very gently, don't want to cause it any harm), but one of the cast members starts to glare at me. Somehow this ends up in his pointing out a security camera to me, and me pointing out another one to him, and our getting into a competition to see who can find more of the somewhat hidden cameras quicker. He is soon amazed at how many of them I can point out to him, and I explain I can half-sense them, and half spot a bit of reflection off of the lenses. I mention that I couldn't spot any of them in the new Trek walkthrough, though, and theorize that might be because of how dark it was. (Never mind the cameras are easier to see in the dark, with those purple lights they have.) Somebody who was just walking past us says "Is that open now? I thought it was still a ways away." I mention the soft opening, and that the first day or two you can get a free Starfleet uniform, and he goes running off toward tomorrowland, while I wake up.

Legend: Dream , Semi-Lucid , Lucid , Side notes.

Getting kissed: So last night, i got kissed in like 2 different dreams by some girls. I don't really remember much else though, i know it left me happy when i woke up xD but because of it, i decided to go back to sleep since i was in such a good mood and not log any dreams. Oh well, i still remember some so it's okay. I'll make sure to log them tonight though

Star trek dust adventure: I remember being in some squad, we were deployed to some desert and we're assigned to hunt down some monsters. We got to the monsters and killed them, after that , i remember getting into a spaceship and talking about star trek.

Computer apps: I was forced to take a computer apps class over the summer. Instead of paying attention, i moved about the classroom and starting stealing random things i thought would be helpful, hehe, the dude even had some binoculars in his closet, awesome.

Captain Chris Pike is in front of me in a large, metallic room, illuminated softly from above. An accessway is to my left. I sense that an alarm may be going off somewhere though I don't hear anything. I do feel the room shaking and I suspect the ship is in damger.

Suddenly the thick deckplate below my feet becomes translucent and glows with a bright white light. I can't even imagine how much energy it would take to cause that to happen but I suspect it's incredible. It pulses slightly and a whooshing sound fills the room, much like when Jodi Foster is about to take her voyage in the machine.

The energy waves pass through both of us and I can see Pike is visibly affected. He skaes a bit and I realize he is becoming ultradense, impermeable and strong. I am likewise affected but I can't seem to move from the spot I'm in. Nothing I cna do will prevent what's happening.

The knowledge that Pike is changed fills me though I can't yet see any reason why it should. I realize he is angry, about to commit horrible crimes, and it will be up to me to ultimately defeat him, though it may come at the cost of my own life.

And that's all I recall right now.

10-28-2012 -- [Darn it! Some dreams with great possibilities from last night, but I can remember almost nothing of them! Guess I have to post them as fragments again, and lump two or three together, rather than do them separately. Meanwhile, I have been having dreams to write down for the last week, but haven't had the time to post them, and won't for a couple more days. Will eventually be able to catch up again.]

Fragment 1 -- I'm kind of in a sort of nature area, and I am kind of being forced to do something, but I have no idea what. I get the feeling it was all sort of Harry Potter related, and also had something to do with cats, which makes me suspect it also had to do with Mcgonagall, but I can't remember almost anything, which is very annoying.

Anyway, I soon find myself in a ride queue at Disney, and one of the people who works on the ride turns out to be the person who was forcing me to do something I didn't want to do in the last bit, and I get my revenge by coming through their line and doing something every week to annoy them. These are long, detailed things, but I can remember almost nothing of them.

I think one time through, I was talking spoilers about the ride, telling everybody what was coming, which had them mad at the staff for not stopping me. In another trip through, I was somehow firing stickers out of a sort of air cannon and onto peoples foreheads, often blocking their eyes and/or glasses and making it much harder for them to see. I took the end of a long strip of stickers on a roll from the souvenir stand, pulled it out into the line of people, and told them they were getting free stickers, which led to them wanting those stickers on their foreheads.

The whole thing was driving the female cast member nuts as she tried to catch me and throw me out, while fighting with all these people. The straw that broke the camel's back was when I came walking in with a leather belt tied around my head, the tail of the belt stuck down my throat, which somehow caused me to projectile vomit non-stop. I vomited on everybody and everything else in line, but when I tried to vomit on the cast member, she tried to duck into a sort of stairwell, and found herself trapped there. I vomited a huge amount down on top of her, and somehow it caused an explosion and vomit suddenly spewed back out of the stairwell, flying everywhere, even hitting me. Yuck. But it drove the cast member nuts.

Somehow this led to me kind of getting together romantically with another cast member, an attractive blonde. There was a ton more detail than I can remember, and instead of being gross the whole thing was actually quite funny, but I just can't remember it well enough to do it justice.

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Fragment 2 (right before waking for the day) First bit I can remember is walking back on forth on Crescent past the nursery, kicking a little sand, worrying about red ants, and a vague memory of somebody stuck up, snotty, demanding, and perhaps alien arguing with me.

I'm pretty sure I kind of tell them off, and start walking toward Buena Park. There's detail here, but nothing I can remember. The tiniest hint of kicking something metal as I walk along. By the time I am ready to turn on Hickory, I glance across at Tom's house, and somehow I can see a reflection from the pool of an attractive blond swimming in a white, semi-transparent suit. [Think Leslie Easterbrook in the swimming pool scene in the Police Academy movies] I think it is Tom's mom, even though I seem to remember her being a brunette.

Somehow I suddenly find myself in a sort of meeting in a room that I kind of feel is at Fullerton College. It still has something to do with aliens, and in fact as we are discussing them, Hawkeye Pierce (from MASH) starts saying what he thinks, and a hanging red light bulb starts to swing toward him, somehow drawn to him. Its hard to explain, except it is some sort of alien tech that is drawn to the aliens almost magnetically, and in what we've been dealing with, we're worried he is somehow becoming alien. So the light that is kind of pulsing hypnotically also keeps swinging toward him when he speaks, but not toward anyone else.

Soon we're all walking across the campus, spreading out and heading in different directions, spreading information or something, then I find myself in another group meeting, though this time more out in the open. Oddly enough, we're now Starfleet personnel, and I am not sure, but I may be Riker. We're trying to figure out what we're going to do in regards to the aliens, and reactions have been spread in two directions, either for or against the aliens. The 'against' group, my group, has won, so we get to decide the response.

There is a lot of argument along the lines that we should take command of them or something, but Picard is here, and reminds us that would be against our oaths to the Federation, so if we went that route we would be forced out of our commissions. I start on an impassioned speech about how we won't go that route, as I, for one, am not willing to give up my position over this. But my voice is very limited, and nobody seems to hear me.

One of the opposition is starting to argue about my position and our decision, and he is overly tall, thin, and bald. I think he is probably from Mr. Homn's race. He is making an objection to what I am saying, until Picard starts walking toward him, poking him in the chest, and saying something about how actors are wonderful people, but since he is just acting, and not being honest about what he thinks, he should shut up.

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A short one from yesterday: Somehow I am Spider-Man, and I find I have to tear my way through a sort of a strong, thick plastic wall surrounding a ball pit in a play area. There is a little kid watching me, and hoping I can fix everything. Problem is, the flexible plastic shield is very strong, and I have to really exert myself to finally manage to tear it, and find myself falling face first into the ball pit.

Soon I find myself staring up through the colorful balls, catching glimpses of my surroundings in the gaps between balls. Somehow I seem to be fighting my way through a corridor to reach a sort of female ogre who I have to fight. As we're fighting, she is slowly kind of turning into Wonder Woman. And I am slowly turning from Spider-Man into Harry Potter.

Wonder Woman has an equally attractive teen age daughter who is kind of rebelling against her (teens, go figure) and since as Harry Potter, I am also a teen, we are kind of close. Somehow it seems Wonder Woman has kind of adopted me, at least unofficially. As things heat up between WW and her daughter, she somehow starts singing something about how it is only because she loves her, and "that's the way it should be." Its nice, but kind of dorky. Then everybody goes to take a nap or something.

Soon it seems that my Godfather, Sirius, decides he wants to check on me. He has somehow broken into the house, and is trying to sneak around silently without being seen. I am watching him silently from around a corner. He doesn't know the layout, and he ends up outside Wonder Woman's bedroom door, and her boyfriend (who may be Batman) comes out the door, and is upset to find him there.

Sirius tries to pull his wand, and the boyfriend kicks it out of his hand, then gives him a big kick and sends him flying. He turns around, and finds himself picked up and tossed to the ground by Wonder Woman before they realize who it is they are fighting, and let him go.

Sirius is on the ground, looking up at Wonder Woman. She is not wearing her hero garb, but street clothes, and seems to be in a gray skirt down nearly to her knees. He grabs on to her to try and pull himself up, not meaning anything by it, but what looks like a gray skirt turns out to be made of dozens of thin strips that part under his hands, leaving him pulling himself up by more or less grasping her (admittedly very attractive) butt, in a pair of semi-small (but not quite thong) pair of panties.

Sirius falls back to the ground in shock, turning crimson from embarrassment, while I just stand there laughing my head off at the whole situation!

09-28-2012 -- [Was going to post two dreams in one post, because this first bit felt like a fragment, but when I got finished entering it, it seemed well long enough to stand on it's own.]

Started with some sort of Runescape stuff, probably involving farming and possibly picking up orts. May have extended to a quest that leads into the Harry Potter bits. [Speaking of Runescape and Harry Potter, might it not be neat to have a Harry Potter MMORPG, where you create a character, get sorted into one of the houses, and start doing quests and things as a Hogwarts student?]

Anyway, somehow Dumbledore has been cursed with some kind of slow-acting but very powerful death magic, and is in the process of dying. After lots of research and the like, we discover that he needs to be hit with just enough Avada Kedavras to kill off the death magic, but not a single one more than that, as once the death magic has been defeated, a single avada kedavra would instantly kill him, as usual.

Ron and I are at Hogwarts (which seems to bear a striking resemblance to Savanna High School) to seek Minerva's help. It seems the AK is quite difficult to cast, and in usual circumstances a powerful witch or wizard could cast it, at most, four times, and it seems likely it is going to take around twelve AKs to save Dumbledore.

We're getting ready to go see Dumbledore at the hospital, and Minnie is asking if we have all we need ... I check my supplies and find I have my three cans of Chek soda (Winn-Dixie Supermarket store brand) to keep me awake and boost my energy. I drink 1 1/2 cans, and confirm I am ready. We run out to the parking lot and climb into our separate cars, and I start my engine and begin to drive. People are going really slow in the parking lot, so I pull into the in-bound lane to pass them.

I'm almost certain one of the slow idiots who I passed was Fudge, who is kind of upset about it, so it seems I am in trouble with the ministry. I zip past him and into the driveway leading to the street, then onto the street in a pick-up lane, where I kind of halt to wait a few moments for Ron and Minerva to catch up.
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Suddenly we are at the hospital. Minerva knows what needs to be done, and she walks into Albus's room and starts silently casting. There is no sound, but just a slight pulsing emerald-green light as she casts not four, but six avada kadavras. I don't know how she manages to do it, but she does. As she exits the room and I walk up, a doctor chooses to turn off the light or something, which may make it harder to hide what spell we are casting.

I walk into the room right as Albus wakes up, except he seems to be being played by Patrick Stewart. I ask him how he is doing, and he says he is feeling quite a bit better ... in fact ... he does a sort of forward roll to flip out of bed and onto the floor, where he is lying on his back. Before I can offer any assistance, he does that 'power move' wrestlers do where he arches his back to bring his feet under him, then manages to spring to his feet like somebody many years younger.

Obviously Minerva's spells helped greatly. But I still need to cast, as well. Problem is, now that the lights are out, the flash of the AK is going to be much more noticeable. I also cannot yet do silent casting, so I also have to worry about people hearing me cast. I draw the blinds to limit the light that escapes, and am trying to whisper the spell, but I just can't seem to produce anything. I am really working on making my pronunciation as perfect as possible, and am getting louder and louder, concentrating on trying to build up the power I need.

Thankfully, the only people close enough to hear me are the doctors, and while this treatment scares them silly, they at least know what we are trying to do, and that Albus isn't dead yet, even though Minerva hit him with the curse several times. Meanwhile, I now know why Minerva pushed to hit him with six curses ... if I have this much trouble throwing the curse once, it is probably going to be just me and Minnie. Ron isn't probably going to manage it at all. I'm still trying when I wake up.

Dream - Lucid

I was sitting at a desk in a classroom with many other people, lots of them I knew from high school. The desks were all set up in this huge square. We were taking the GRE.

It was very quiet in the room, of course, as we all bubbled in answers on our papers. There was a test proctor walking around keeping time (it's a timed test). During this time, I remember looking across the room and seeing Rob, this guy I went to high school with. I knew he had taken the test quite a few times because he kept doing poorly.

We then had a break to all get up and go use the bathroom and such.

I then remember sitting back down, this time I feel like I was sitting around the area that Rob had been sitting. I remember my high school friend Sara being there as well, though her hair was shorter than I remember. We were about to take the writing portion of the test. I went through the opinion/argumentative writing part, and felt just fine about it. Time was called, and then we started the next writing portion, analyzing an argument, a part of the test where you have to be able to read a simple argument, and pick out its fallacies. The short argument was on the paper in quotations, bigger print and italics. I don't remember what it said exactly, but I spent a lot of time thinking about what to write. I had been nervous about this part of the test to begin with. During this time, I actually remembered that this was supposed to be a computer-based test now, not paper-based, but I just didn't worry too much about it.

I wrote a couple of sentences on my notebook paper, but then erased them. Someone close by to me warned me they were about to call time. Not two seconds later, the test proctor called time. Fuck! I didn't have anything written! I was going to have to take it again. The score was going to be completely unacceptable to any of the graduate programs I wanted to attend.

I then was in the same room again, retaking the test. The same group of people was in there. I don't remember details of this part.

Then, the tests were taken up when we were done. They were put in colored folders, I seem to remember purple being one, on this bin/shelf that looked like it was in my closet, but it wasn't my closet? Weird. Well, I wanted to see mine and maaaybe correct some things on it if I could, but I knew that was cheating, and I'm sure they kept a close eye on them. I kind of thumbed through them, but didn't make any corrections. I was afraid I'd get in trouble just for touching the tests. I remember seeing the bin/shelf of results throughout the rest of the dream.

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I was with my friend Mike and some other people. We were in some video game. I don't know what our mission was, but it involved getting some items to someone behind a big door at the back of the bar. The door was inaccessible unless we had these items.

We were in an old, dark, dilapidated bar sometime in the distant future. There was all this swamp area inside of it that would kill us if we touched it. I don't remember who touched it first, if it was me or someone I was with, but we all ended up just jumping in the swamp. I remember thinking it would hurt to die, but it didn't. I remember floating down into the swamp, feeling a little weird, and then, we were alive again inside the bar.

We then saw the bar as it had been thousands of years prior. It had a few people in it, and looked brighter and, of course, it wasn't worn out and dilapidated. There was also no swamp area. We went up to the bar and the bar tenders, I remember for sure one was a woman, said something to us.

Then, it started to age in fast motion. I watched out a window as the trees outside withered and died (apparently this was the end of the world or something), and the light looked more and more orange, like a sunset. The bar was then the same swampy bar we had originally walked into. There were still people tending bar, but they were, of course, not the same people as when the bar was young. One of the girls that was with us reached behind the bar for these orange drinks.

I remember us falling into the swamp again, and this time, I was more prepared for the feeling. I again saw the swamp around me, and the people I was with falling inside the swamp as I was. We were then alive again in the bar shortly after falling into the swamp.

I remember something about us having to collect hairpins for some reason? I don't know if we ever did, but I remember it having something to do with our mission.

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I was with Mike again, but this time, it was just us. We were 15 years old again for some reason, but we knew we had been older before. It was weird.

We were outside on a sunny day, and Mike wanted to find some booze. I asked him if he wanted beer, liquor, or wine, and proceeded to explain where we could find each of them. I don't remember what he said, but we went to go look.

We approached this extremely windy tunnel, and Mike had the idea to get out this black umbrella so we could block the wind with it (it was kind of video-gamey here). We opened the umbrella, put it out in front of us to block the wind, and slowly walked through the tunnel. You could see the white wisps of wind around us, again, like you probably would in a video game. We finally made it out to the other side, and the umbrella was tattered and torn. But we made it out!

Then, we were in some bar, and asked for a bottle of some kind of booze, I can't quite remember which, though I think it was liquor.
"How old are you?" the bartender asked.
I had my ID out just in case.
"15" replied Mike.
Lolwut. He isn't going to sell it to us now, idiot!
He then went back to get us our liquor. HUH?!? That should NOT have worked!

We then saw him getting our liquor, and another male bartender, who was apparently pissed at for some reason, spit inside the bottle before giving it to the original bartender to give to us. Ewww. He then gave us the bottle of liquor. I tried to take a swig of the amber liquor, but it was mostly slimy, like spit. I spit some of it out, and took another. The same thing happened. It rested in my mouth for a second before I decided to swallow it. Just the idea that I had drank someone else's saliva was gross, but I didn't puke or spit it out this time. I guess when you're 15 and you find liquor, you just take what you can get.

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Weird half-asleep dream this morning.

I was inside some volcano that was going to erupt the next day; it was inevitable. Spock from Star Trek was building this very small (and when I say small, think a child's playhouse) building out of small, square, crumpled white pieces of paper. I saw many were not squared off, so with my mind, I squared them off. It was all then white wicker instead? Other Star Trek characters were there as well.

The building was supposed to be sacred, a shrine of some sort. I remember the floor of it being completely wicker, and I remember building a lot of it with my mind, though Spock was supposed to be building it. I then saw Spock with long, straight black hair, and he was sad. He said it was no use, it would be destroyed by the lava from the volcano. The tiny building was complete, save for a roof. He then rolled this white rack over to an opening in the wall of the building
"These are hangers" he said. I then saw some hangers on top of the rack. I supposed they were for coats or something for people visiting the building. I guess no matter how doomed the building was, he was kind of in denial about it, in a way. He wanted to believe it would be ok, even though he knew it was going to be destroyed.

To begin, I was being told that I needed to find a real job other than the volunteer work at the city hall that I was doing (I am not doing any volunteer work at the city hall. Perhaps inspired by my previous desire to join the volunteer fire department, or my past efforts of volunteering at city hall). I started to work at the local grocery store, "Read's Food Store". All was going well for most of the day, until the boss started being a pain in the neck. She told me to mop the floors - I began to mop the floors. But for some reason, she was yelling at me the whole time, saying things over and over again, effectively creating a scene. At one point she insulted my stepmother, who was present at the time that she said it! I occasionally corrected my boss's sideways logic, but other than that, I continued to work.

When the day was over, I went to a table, which had all of my possessions on it. Including my dream journal and personal journal (I worried about having forgotten my dream journal throughout the dream, and never did a RC. Nice going). Instead of my Texas folks coming to pick me up, it was my Indiana folks. We hopped in the car and went off to a hotel that they were staying in. The notable thing about the hotel room was the urinal. It was a black panther in the stalking pose. With its mouth open round. In order to use the urinal, one would place his penis inside of the panther's mouth.

Going back to mart, for parts of the dream that I don't know where to place chronologically.
I was involved in some sort of spy mission, with T'Pol from Star Trek:Enterprise, and a random male figure.

While taking a break from work at the grocery store, I was assigned to take photographs of the intersection at the single stoplight in town. I noticed like 3 police cars in the photo, going through the intersection (Likely caused by the amount of ridiculous police activity in town lately, and my having been followed and harassed by police in recent months). And somehow some way, in the photograph I was able to zoom in on one specific police car. As I zoomed in, the photograph followed the car as it drove down the road, dodged some folks crossing the street in the ghetto, then left town.


When I turned to face the intersection again, I saw a badly damaged car that was flipped upside down, and a few meters away was a car with minor damage.
The driver of the car with minor damage was seemingly upset about the dents on his own car, while the other bystanders and I were focusing on helping the person in the overturned car. I asked if anyone had called the fire department yet.. (In my town, we have to wait for EMS to come from the city - our volunteer fire department is our first response to emergencies)
The man in the overturned car crawled out of the car. As it turns out, he was a conjoined twin... He had one body and two heads. His brother was complaining of his neck hurting badly and being "twisted", and the other brother was being relatively calm. A strange siren sounds, and a 1950s fire truck shows up.(Not out of place, actually. Our fire department consists of civilian pick up trucks and two old fire trucks from the 60s and 50s). I went back to work, as emergency response had come.


Later on, I was in my room talking to T'Pol and the other spy. They said that our current mission was to destroy evidence and dispose of dead bodies. T'Pol was working on a USB drive, while the other guy is bagging bodies. T'Pol seems to think that smashing the USB connection piece would be sufficient. I tell her that we should get inside the USB drive and smash the ROM chip. So I begin to try to dismantle the drive, which is for some reason a zip-up bag... Every time I unzip a bag, there's another one inside to unzip! I continue this loop for a while before finally taking it apart and finding out that there's no more to a USB drive than the connector piece. That the connector piece is the only part of the USB drive and the rest of it is just a grip. I must have been fundamentally wrong about USB drives, right? I should have become lucid here lol


I heard a noise - I go out in the hallway armed with a screwdriver... I kick the door open - It's just my brother. He tells me that my friend is over. "Tell him to come on up", I say. When I go back to my room, the male figure throws me a small foam basketball, made of the same material that the USB drive's bags were made of. The ball has some sort of text on it, and is perfectly crafted. My partners said that they made it out of the USB drive bags. No time! I tell them about my friend coming up, and suggest that they return to base. T'Pol tells me that it would be illogical to return to base because it would consume too many resources. So I come up with a plan to introduce the two to my friend as a regular friend.

And then I woke up.

It starts out with some DC recruiting me for a job to do dealing with computers and electronics. At first I was reluctant to do it, but then I noticed this was no ordinary place. I was actually on board the starship Enterprise, TNG. It seems my job was to re-calibrate the medical computer and re-program it so that it would work better and faster. It was so cool, it looked just like the blue backlit computer computer boards in an episode of the show. As I kept working on the computer, I actually became a medical/computer technician with a blue uniform. I had to re-route the computer resources for the enterprise, somehow the main computer was over-using the medical computer for its own purposes, and causing the medical computer to slow down for the tasks we needed to run on it. It was complicated but somehow I knew what I was doing and suceeded at my task. Once I was finished with the computer, it seemed there were some medical tasks that I was able to assist with. Experimentation related though, not treating patients.

I'm not sure how the dream transitioned to this exactly, but next I was in the sky flying on the back of a dragon. There were actually hundreds of dragons flying in the sky. There were different color dragons of various sizes, but the one I rode was very large and iridescencant. The dragon I was on had scales that looked a different color depending on how the angle of light reflected off the scales. I had a telepathic link with my dragon and willed it to go where I wished. We were zooming through the clouds and playing with the other dragons by doing ariel acrobatics with them. I sensed my dragon wanted to show me something, so I told him to go ahead with my mind. He became invisible! The only bad thing is the effect didn't transfer to me. After a while of flying, he turned back visible again and I suggested we fly closer to the ground. My dragon "told" me that he didn't like flying that low since he was so big, and suggested I transfer to on of the "baby" dragons if I wanted to fly lower. So I did, when we passed a small dragon I jumped off and managed to land on him. He was a black dragon, but showed me he could go invisible as well. As we flew closer to the ground, I noticed some people in the back of a truck. With my invisible dragon, we flew over their heads and matched speed with the truck. Some idiot kid picked up an apple and threw it at me, but it hit the underside of my invisible dragon. That took him off guard, and he seemed to be frightened. My dragon didn't care, he probably didn't even feel it hit him.

My dream transitions again and I'm in my grandparents' house trying to find some breakfast. There aren't any clean bowls, but I grab one and start scrubing it under hot running water in the sink with a washcloth. I start imagining foods and they start appearing around me. There is chocolate cake and white cake nearby. I leave the bowl sit under the running water and almost eat the cake, it looks so yummy. I just want to grab a handfull and cram it into my mouth but I don't yet. I will more exotic foods into existance around the corner in a pantry area. I go into the pantry, and to the side is a refrigerated display case with unusual meats and fruits. I sample a varitey of stuff and it all has very different tastes. Some of the fruit looks like papaya or kuiwi, but it has a taste so unusual that my brain doesn't even know how to process what it tastes like.

My dream reminds me of a book I seen before in the image below.

Spock Meets the Woman

I am Spock. Or at least someone similar to Spock. I am exploring some planet, or at least some building strange enough to be a different planet. I'm doing something with energy beams (?). I enter a large domed room where a woman is. The woman appears to be some powerful alien entity, which I am fighting (?). She uses some strange weapon on me that can read my mind.

"This weapon", she explains, "Will turn your world into your greatest fear".

I wonder what my greatest fear is, and if I even have one since I am a Vulcan.

"Out that door is your greatest fear", the woman goes on, indicating a door next to me. I being to realize that my greatest fear is claustrophobia (which it isn't in real life as far as I know). I open the door, and find myself in a tunnel. All of my surroundings become kind of fractured, and I realize that I will have to navigate through this world of small spaces. Somehow though I don't seem to be too worried.

Dogs

I have a new dog. It is some kind of a terrier or Scotty dog, and white in color. The dog is really smart, and I find that I can easily train her to come when I call. My family doesn't believe that she is that smart, and I demonstrate how I have trained her to not only come when I call, but to leave a dog biscuit alone until I say when.

I am eating cheesy popcorn from a bag while I do this. It isn't the best popcorn in the world, but I keep eating it anyway.

I am in a campground heading back to our campsite. When I am almost back, I see a couple of our dogs (including mine) are in the campsite next to ours. I start to call them away, but my mother reminds me that if I do so the dogs will have to cross the neighboring campsite to reach me. I wait until I am back to our campsite and call, and the dogs obediently come to me.

Non-lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

WARNING: This entry contains potentially triggering adult content. Reader discretion is advised.

Night of April 9-10

I'm walking through an outdoor shopping center somewhere. I'm wearing my white lab coat from work. [It's a costume, not a uniform. I teach in an after-school science enrichment program.] For some reason [that I can't remember now], somebody [possibly one of the handlers of the below-mentioned mascots] signs the end of my right sleeve with a green pen. I'm slightly concerned that my lab coat isn't perfectly white anymore.

A local baseball team mascot walks out of a dentist's office. He has a huge smile made of brilliantly white foam teeth. Seeing him again makes me smile and feel nostalgic, because I haven't seen him in such a long time. The mascot also has a Distaff Counterpart in a much less elaborate, striped, bodysock-like dinosaur costume. There are little kids coming up to and greeting both of them.

Night of April 13-14

I'm watching Franco Zeffirelli's Romeo and Juliet. There's a scene in which Juliet's father, upon finding out what's going on with her and Romeo, rapes her. You can't really see anything, though, since they're both covered by a sheet. The theme song from the movie plays.

Night of April 14-15

I'm at a big party at a house. It's sunset, or just after. The hosts of the party call all the guests to come outside onto the front lawn and sit in several shallow arcs, facing the hosts. I sit down in one of the arcs with a bunch of other party guests, all of whom are actors from various Star Trek TV series, and all of whom are in costume as their characters. The hosts get us started playing a game: We each have to think of the funniest, cleverest Star-Trek-themed pickup line we can, and then we have to take turns sharing them, going in order along the arcs. As my turn is approaching and others are sharing their pickup lines, I struggle to think of something really clever, but I can't. When my turn comes, I say, “Of all the souls I've encountered in my travels, yours is the most... hot.” It's definitely not as clever as most of the other pickup lines that people came up with. [None of which I can remember now, of course.]

Night of April 15-16

I'm trying to fit two pieces of rod or pipe together and lock them in place using an interlocking mechanism that is built onto the pipes. They're very dirty and rusty. I discover that I've accidentally broken off one of the parts that are supposed to interlock, so it won't work right.

I am Picard again and my subconscious tells me he is dreaming, but I am not aware myself. I start
out with more of a 3rd person view of him. His senior staff is around him, Jordi, Deanna, Warf, Riker,
Data, the whole crew. It's almost like an inception thing, as if extractors are trying to get inside Picard's
mind. He is dreaming but he is not aware of it, but I know he is dreaming. As for myself, I am not quite
aware of it. There is a red alert and Picard is rushing through a hectic scene. I think about how its a
dream and how he doesn't know. At this point I sort of merge into his perspective. I go into a room very
similar to my high school's auditorium which is packed with people. I am Picard and I know Picard is
dreaming so I know I am dreaming, but I am not aware. I get the feeling that the people in the auditorium
are unfriendly in some way like Nazi's or something. A friend from college is playing the piano and I ask
him to play something in C Minor. I've asked him to play certain keys before in waking life. He starts playing
the right hand part for "To Zanarkand" from Final Fantasy X. I listen for a little bit then decide I want to
hear the arpeggios in the left hand. I sort of think about guiding his hand to the piano to play the part and
his left hand starts playing runs. I listen for a bit more then the dream cuts to a band room. There are a
bunch of band students and I am giving them a piece to play. I realize I don't have an instrument so I make
a ring with my hand, move it down, and try to pull a soprano saxophone out of thin air. It doesn't work but
for a while I try to pretend that it did thinking maybe that will work but it doesn't. I play an entire song on an
imaginary saxophone, humming the part. I then try again. This time slowly. I hold my hand there and
concentrate on the mouthpiece being behind my fingers. I slowly move my hand down until I see the tip of
the mouthpiece. After that, it is easy. I slowly move my hand down to reveal a beautiful saxophone. I get
to the bottom and flick my hand off then "paint in" the unfinished part of the bell. I take the saxophone that
is now floating there. I go to play but it feels like there is no reed. I look at the mouthpiece and there is a
reed so I need to solidify it. I put my finger on the reed but it goes through. I focus on the reed being hard
and finally it becomes solid. I play the piece then the dream ends.

My first lesson in dream control

I am on the Enterprise D from Star Trek Next Generation. I am Picard and there is
a safe in the conference room that is open and has little gummy candies. Somehow
by eating these, they can destroy an entire race but the person who eats it will be
paralyzed. Londo Molari from Babylon 5 wants me to eat it but I want warf to eat
it. I take a red one from the safe, break it in half, and put a piece in my mouth. It
tastes bland with the texture of a large gummy. I spit it back out because I don't want
to be paralyzed. I contemplate it further and the dream ends.

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Feb 13, 2011
Nonlucid
Dream1: Egyptian Honey

Some other dream stuff happened but I was in a parking lot next to a large field. There were random people around doing stuff. A girl in a white shirt and white sorts runs to get a tennis ball that has gone over the short fence. She runs to the fence and bends over it. This is a little sexy so I watch to see how this develops. She bends way over now obviously teasing someone, I am pretty far away. Then I see that I can see somewhat through her shorts, just a blackish area under her shorts where white underwear should be. I wonder if I should be watching so obviously but I did’t care.

Then she runs to some friends and I sit with them too. There is an older woman about 30 with about 4 tweens sitting around like she is talking about something. She is talking about Egyptian honey and is showing everyone the jar of it. I realize she has no shorts on and her privates are showing! Again I wonder if I should stare but this time the girl across the way sees me and gives me a glare so I listen to this story. The lady says about the honey it is “so dry one taste and you’ll have to drink water nonstop!” In reference to how drying this honey is I said, “They used this to dry out mummies.” They all looked at me like “who said you could contribute stupid comments?” Feeling this I doubted my comments and said, “oh I think they used salt.” They all looked at me like that was just as unlikely and were going to ignore me now.

Upon awakening I realized I was right though. The Egyptian did use honey in some of their embalming but primarily used salt.


Dream 2: Star Trek

Nonlucid I had enough lucidity to realize this was a dream but not enough to control anything.

I find myself I a room with a group of people that see themselves as all dear friends and there was just some kind of toast to this friendship and the journey. I then decided this was all nice but I should leave. I walked out to the big wooden double doors. As I started to push a door open another guy in a strange Star Trek like clothing was also doing the same and said, “Excuse me” with a big friendly smile. He reminded me of Riker from Star Trek but it wasn’t him. I thought maybe they were all there after a long space mission and this was their welcome back celebration. I thought of how great it would be to have memories of such a great thing. Once I wished to have these memories pictures and emotions of me with various people on a Star Trek type bridge and in hallways. It was all very intense and shocking, I staggered as if sick or hit with a gunshot. The emotions were happy, friendly, and had a touch of reminiscence to them. I was overcome by these emotions and started to cry profusely, it was the sheer power and number of emotions. Crying my eyes out I had to sit down and sat at one of the finely decorated tables. Some guy in a tux or something came over to see if I was OK I said “sure I’ll be OK.” Then I took a moment to think about what just happened and if I wanted to “remember” any more.
I drifted off into a grayish darkness and shortly woke up.

Locutus of Borg

I am in a restaraunt somewhere, with my buddies from the Enterprise. I am one of the crew, I guess, but at the same time I know that Star Trek is a TV show. I have been away for a few days, and return to find that Captain Picard has been captured by the Borg, and rescued in my absence.

"Aww man," I say, "I always miss the Locutus episode. Well, I'll have to catch it the next time around. Now, let's see, if they show one episode a night, how many nights will it take to get through the whole series and back to Locutus?"

Captain Picard is sitting across the room glaring at me. "Hey Locutus!" I say, "how many episodes did you guys make?"

"This isn't anything to joke about," says Picard. "The Borg are a real threat, whether you think so or not." He proceeds to lecture me on the seriousness of our encounters with the Borg.

"Aww come on, Picard," I laugh, "lighten up, man! How come your so serious all the time? Can't you joke about anything?"

Books

I am somewhere. I come across a bookstore. I guess it isn't usually open, but it is now so I go in to look around. I am thinking about buying an EReader, or I have one. Still, I want to look at the paper books too. There are room after room of books. In fact, it seems to be a flea market of all books, with multiple sellers in one building. I decide to look for the last of the Myst books - the Book of D'ni.

I go into the first bookstore and look through the science fiction/fantasy section. No luck. I go into the second bookstore.

"May I help you?" says the salesperson.
"Yes," I say, "I'm looking for the Book of D'ni. It's one of the Myst series."
"Well," she says, "if we had the book, it would be over here."

No luck over here either. I keep on looking.