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I had a dream last night that was set at my junior high school where I think I was in junior high.

It is the end of the school day and I am waiting for my carpool ride to come and pick me up but I don’t see the car I am expecting anywhere in the line of cars. Soon a fat girl with really long brown hair is coming towards me. She says she has been looking all over for me and reminds me that today is the day her little sister has brownie scouts and her mom is already here.

We walk towards a sport field where a bunch of girls in brownie scout uniforms are playing different games. She walks up to a really big leady who also has dark hair and tell her she has found me and then asks for the keys. The woman who I figure is her mother hands her the keys and then she leads me into the parking lot and then toward a really big 1980’s general motors station wagon that is white with wood trim. When we get to the passenger side door, she unlocks it and tells me we are both riding up front and that I am sitting in the middle as she points to the dark brown bench seat.

After I get in, she tells me she needs to take the keys back to her mom and then leaves me in the station wagon by myself. While I am waiting alone in the old station wagon, I notice something really stinks but figure it is just the station wagon since it is old and the interior is dirty.

Soon I see the fat girl walking back towards the station wagon. When she gets to the passenger side door, she opens it up and then tells me that I need to go ahead and buckle-up because her mom expects everyone to put their seatbelt on as soon as they get in the car. She then sits down in the passenger seat to my right, buckles her seatbelt, and then closes the passenger side door.

When then spend a long time waiting in the station wagon wile her sister and her friends are still running around on the field. It is not very comfortable waiting with her. Even though the station wagon is really big, the girl is fat and her fat body is pressing up against me.

Eventually, I see her mom leading 5 girls in their brownie uniforms towards to station wagon. One of the girls is chubby and has dark hair and I figure that is the little sister of the girl sitting beside me. When they get to the station wagon, the mom opens the back door and the fat sister and two of her friends sit down there and then she opens the back gate and the other two girls sit down in the jump seat in the way back. The mom reminds everyone to buckle-up and then closes the tail gate and back door and then goes to talk to another mother who is already in the driver seat of a minivan filled with brownie scouts.

While she is talking to her friend, all of the little girls start singing songs they had learned that day and the fat girl beside me then joins in with them. I cannot decide if is it worse having to be pressed up against the fat girl or having to listen to all of then sing annoying songs.

While we are still waiting for the mother to get in, one of the girls in the backseat notices something smells after they have finished another really annoying song. The 5 girls in the back seat and way back all talk about the smell and decide it is me since I am the only boy in the car and boys smell. They all then start singing the jingle bells song saying that I smell. The fat girl sitting to my right starts laughing when they sing it and eventually starts singing it with them. I try to tell them that it isn’t me, that it smelled when I got in but they keep singing the song and getting on my nerves.

Finally, I hear the minivan start-up and then move forward out of the parking space. I then see the big woman go over and check on two brownie scouts who are still waiting for their ride and then stays with them until someone comes to pick them up and talks with the driver of the car for a few minutes. When the car drives away, she is finally walking towards the station wagon we are all waiting in. The five girls in the back are now getting on my nerves doing who stole the cookies from the cookie jar and getting on my nerves even more when one of them says I stole the cookies and I have to join in.

When she gets to the driver side of the station wagon, she opens the driver side door and then plops down in the driver seat to my left. I have to move my body closer to her daughter so she can have enough room to get in. When she closes her door, I am squished between the fat mother and daughter. Both of them are pressed-up against me and I have no personal space because they are both fat. The mother talks to all the girls to decide the order for dropping everyone off and I am about to die when she talks because her breath is really bad and my nose is right by her. I know that regardless of the order she drops everyone off, I will be stuck in the middle of the front seat between then until the very end since they live across the street from me.

When I am about at my wits end having the fat woman talk to the girls and breath in my face, she finally puts the keys in the ignition. At first the station wagon doesn’t want to start, but after spending a few minutes pumping the accelerator and turning the key the fat woman gets it started and we pull out of the parking lot. There is a New Kids tape playing in the tape deck and the fat girl sitting next to me and the 5 girls in the back all sing along with the tape while I ride in misery and really wish I had a Walkman so I can tune them all out.

After a couple of songs, we are at the end of the tape. The 5 girls in the back start singing another brownie song with the fat woman who is driving while the fat girl in the passenger seat leans forward and looks though the glove box for a new tape to put in the tap deck. As she is in front of me taking the New Kids tape out of the tap deck, I see her pause and sniff and then look down at my feet on the floorboard. She then loudly tells everyone that I have stepped in doggie doo. The five girls in the back immediately stop singing and start saying different rhymes about me stepping in doodoo and then start singing the jingle bells song again while I just want out of the car. When we get to a stop light, the fat woman sitting next to me gets in my face and starts getting after me for not being more careful watching where is was stepping and for getting doggie doo in her car while her nasty breath is torturing my noise.

When the light finally turns green, the station wagon stalls out and the fat lady keeps turning the key and pumping on the accelerator but cannot get the car to stay running. I woke up from the dream while she was trying to get it started a people behind us were honking because the light was green but she wasn’t moving.

Saturday January 21, 2017 0110

I was riding in the back of a long car like a station wagon with several rows of seats. There were a lot of male passengers in the car and we were all jammed in tight trying to get comfortable and get some rest. I remember being concerned about my wallet because we were jammed in so tightly. I looked out the front window. We were driving through some big city. I noticed two children riding on extra tall pogo sticks off to the right on the sidewalk. I thought, “If I’m dreaming then I should be able to affect those pogo sticks. Instantly, one of the pogo sticks bended like it was made of rubber and then snapped back to being straight again. This excited me! I thought, “I’m dreaming!” Then I thought, “If I’m really dreaming then I should be able to just fly out of this car.” I shot right through the windshield and flew up to about 30 feet above the car. I looked down at the car and the men were looking at me with amazed expressions. I willed the car to bounce up and down a couple feet off the ground just for fun. Then I flew around a little bit shouting, “I’m lucid! I’m lucid!” Then I thought. Maybe I should wake myself up immediately so that I have a better chance of remembering the dream. I landed on the ground on a wider section of sidewalk, sort of a walking mall area with benches. I thought, “I should try to do something fun. I thought that it would be fun to try to have sex. But there was no privacy in this busy city. I looked around and saw an attractive, tanned, red haired woman sitting on a bench and I approached her. There was a muscular man sitting next to her and he seemed like he was her boyfriend. He looked at me like, “Who are you and why are you approaching my girlfriend.” Since I knew this was a dream, I just looked at him and said, “You’re not going to do anything.” And I turned my attention back to the woman. She smiled and said something like, “No, he won’t.” She was wearing a leather top with no sides to it, just a hole for her head and a flap covering the front and back. I sat next to her and put my left arm around her under the front flap and sort of hugged her. But then I felt like I was sure to forget the lucid dream if I did not wake myself up immediately and I woke up in my bed.

Dreamed I went downhill and bought a rust bucket skeletal remnant of a 1971-1976 G.M. Clamshell Station Wagon. Even the frame was paper thin, and I may have paid some ridiculous amount for it. At some point I and the previous owner went in the car, turned a knob and removed the body from the frame. I then moved the body. I also recall going back uphill at some point.

I've had dreams of these cars before. Most of the time they're shown as rusty carcasses of cars and some don't even look like cars by the time they show up in-dream. OK, I admit it's just a car and all possessions end up being destroyed eventually.

I just woke up from a dream

….where a long time friend of mine was moving away forever and I had to write her one last letter (for some reason I could never contact her again after she moved). I could not just write whatever I wanted though because the letter had a set amount of blank spaces depicted as underscores (like this: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ) where I could only fill them in one letter to a blank space. This made writing the letter with anything meaningful really difficult. For some reason my house had covered slides coming out of some walls and all the slides went down into the front yard but they were water slides and couldn’t be used unless they were wet. We were out of luck because for some reason we had no water. My friend was waiting for my letter in a station wagon in the road in front of my house. It was only herself in the back and a male driver in the front. I know my letter mad little sense but I had written it as quickly as I could and ran outside to give it to her but the station wagon was already driving away down the street and there was no way I could run fast enough to catch up with it. I was inconsolably sad.

There was a fragment where I was following a seeminly endless dirt path through a thick dark forest but I don’t remember it’s placement in the dream.

> A bit about me looking on the screen of a portable (and monochrome or set to monochrome) device showing a 1972 Oldsmobile Custom Cruiser (Clamshell) Wagon sitting around in a little valley without windows and with moss in it, but still drivable for a Demolition Derby. Some people stood nearby.

I know there were more dreams.

>I was in the basement of a building with a blond Caucasian girl who looked to be 13-15 years old. We were both near a battery, she got sprayed with acid on her right hand and maybe on another part of her body then I quickly started to move her toward a sink while she didn't move on her own accord. With the water on, her hands went into the water (Either I put them in or she did) and I saw some blue on her right hand. Then, she dissolved before I realized what happened.

This is perfectly in line with a conversation I had with someone on Youtube; she was literally saying "Let's pray for someone to burn in hell" and I was attempting to correct her, it didn't look as if she accepted it. The battery acid represents Vitriol; This word means acid, and it also means harsh criticism. So, I think she was harshly criticized. She did say she was part of a "Lutheren Whanau" (what is that? I know what "Lutheran" means to some extent though.) Also note that I wasn't sprayed.

>Later, I was driving in a red 1970s Station Wagon with someone else in the front passenger seat and was looking at some people nearby at what I think was a picnic table. They were conversing about something which I believe I didn't want to conform to and I said something to them, then we drove off in the night.

September 3: I saw one station wagon go by and later I saw a blue one go by while I stood on the porch and I recall the man driving it was wearing a T shirt and was shaven and had short hair.

Also, There were plants around the porch like there are in waking life.

September 4:

1: Mother's car; I think I was in the car driving with her at the wheel and I think Aunt Bonnie was in the car at one point too. At one point we got off an interstate which was supposed to be near Natrona Heights but the intersections were similar to the place where Rt. 322 meets Rt. 36 near I-80. Somewhere there was mention of Pap being dead. Mother crashed into the front grille of a parked 80s Ford sedan that looked similar to an 80s Caprice Classic and pulled back, Later going on a road similar to Rt. 28 and then later the car crashed and as she was on the ground on dirt in a garden; She was desperately trying to keep a plant alive while rescue workers were around her.

> Untold as of this time. Do I recall it?

> In room with people and products that are detrimental; Some spiritual people said products like "Stay Idiot" were saying "Stay Stupid" and weren't nice. (Edit, 15/Jan/2015: I agree!) Then I saw an Asian man standing with his back to a column but facing the exit door and the employees tried to kill the customers and numbers popped up on some people prior to their deaths. I went to the left side of the room (Left as compared to if you were just walking in) and got behind one employee near a cash register and used him as a shield after I removed the blade from his hand, Then I went out the exit with him. After I let him go by pushing him away with my foot I saw a number pop up on his head as he fell to the ground (Dead, I think) and I told the other people who were leaving and who were ahead of me to run, And there was an explosion behind us and then I saw an older couple in their 50s in their bed and the bearded husband brought a sword out from under the covers. Who goes to bed with a sword under the sheets?

> Talking to Kurt Cobain who was in the dining room; He didn't talk much at first even when talked to. I asked him something then he didn't respond as he wrote something on a piece of paper that might have been on a clipboard. My Father was sitting at the computer and Kurt was closer to the door to the kitchen which is where I stood. I think I became somewhat lucid at this point as I said I realized I was dreaming and Kurt said something in response to that. A bit after that I asked him something "If it's OK with you" and he answered on subject of Nirvana, Saying they weren't all that good and talked about the sincerity of the music. (And quite frankly, I'm not much of a Nirvana fan anymore either! But I did hope to dream of Kurt in the last few weeks prior to this dream.)

> Sewer Shark. I played it twice in this dream but it was not the same as in the video game and one run took seven mintues or was supposed to, And the game was different in the dream than the in-waking-life video game is.

> Near end: Walking at flea market. I awoke to a dream of walking around at the Hazen, PA flea market and my Father was there. I walked ahead a lane and then back to be with my Father, And we then started picking up change as a sedan car was behind him and someone commented on something.

8:00 AM

I found myself standing just off the curb of a sidewalk at night. The scenery was pretty vivid especially the lighting from nearby from nearby shops, street lights, stars, and incoming headlights. Just to my left was a lady in a business suit, skirt and black shoes. She was facing away from me. I looked over to my right to see a pair of headlights. They were bright and seemed to be headed for me so I stepped up on the sidewalk next to a sighn. I was about to warn the lady when I realized that the lights were slowing down. As they got closer I figured that the car was just meaning to park on the wrong side of the road. Then I saw the man inside what I now recognized as an old station wagon. He was obviously angry.
He was going slow as he came in behind the lady but then stepped on the gas. The lady flew up on to his hood and they both sped around the corner to my left. I could still see the road they were headed down because it there were no building in the way. The the road they were headed on slopped down slightly. To the left of them and in front of me was a recess where there were pick-nick benches. A fenced railing separated me and the drop so I ran around the way the station wagon had gone. Before I got to the corner I saw the lady roll off, across the road and onto some grass beneath some trees. The station wagon sped away and around the next corner to the left next to (where the police station is in waking life)
I ran down towards the lady and saw that she was in pain but not bleeding externally, The area she landed in was park like. Off to my left was a set of apartment buildings that were just off to the side of the side of the recess with the pick-nick benches. I don't have a cell phone so I decide to ring the first door bell to have them call 911. (I think I was dreaming of this set of apartments earlier.. there were some shady people living here). There were lights on inside but still nobody answered. I rang again. A dog came up behind me(was dreaming about this dog before as well) and started snarling. It eyed my leg as I rang the doorbell for the last time. Still no answer but as i looked back at the dog a girl in scrubs came walking up and fumbling with her keys.
I was glad to see her and said what had happened and to call 911. She looked over my shoulder and pointed at the paramedics. Someone else must have had a cell phone I thought. They had already placed the business woman on a stretcher and were beginning to move her. I went over to report what I had seen. One of the paramedics, Ben, happened to be someone from my old church who actually works for UPS. I told him my story, he didn't seem to care to much but I still felt like things would get taken care of.

I have memories of three fragmented dreams, all rather random...

Fragment 1

All I can remember is I'm out in the middle of the woods, at some log cabin home where this hippy type man and woman live. They are drug dealers, apparently. The man takes my passport and makes a break for it in his station wagon (complete with wood panel!) I chase after him, crying, panicked.

Fragment 2

I'm in an Indian themed love hotel searching for someone

Fragment 3

I'm lost in a labyrinth of underground train and subway tunnels. I keep changing trains trying to find my way, but it just gets me more and more hopelessly lost. I ask for help but no one can help me or understand me. I eventually find my ex (he's wearing this strange crepe type white shirt that has a 'stylishly' ripped V neck. He's laughing and nervous because he's lost and confused too.