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6/28/2011
A rundown shack with a convenience store nearby. There is some kind of secret history. A baby the size of a couple of fingers is growing in a butter dish.

I am at my old house. I find some sort of secret space behind a broken mirror, but my flashlight isn't bright enough to explore it, so I leave, intending to come back later. I do my hair or something.

I'm in the backyard now. It's raining very heavily. There is a garden with spots for many things, but only a single cabbage and a couple other things are growing there. I am given a sheep named Jeanie. There is some sort of emergency. I call for Jeanie to come, but she won't, so I go inside without her.

In the kitchen, my brother M is explaining about our defenses, such as not having the kitchen blinds closed the wrong way so we can't see. Brigands break in. I fumble around desperately for a blade. I find a long, skinny blade with a too-small blue handle on my dresser. I clumsily block a couple of attacks by a brigand with my awkward sword and retreat into the back room. I close the door and open it again only to see Draco Malfoy attacking. I somehow manage to partially close the door at the right time so that he stabs the door instead of me and gets his sword stuck. I stab him in the shoulder. I am very proud of myself.

6/25/2011
Dream written later in the day as part of a waking journal entry.

I am in a labyrinth, standing on the edge of a chasm that I never look at. There are several doors to open. There were others there, a team, but I don't remember anything about them. At first I just tried to open each door, without going through. Each door had a trick. One door had a giant horned guardian beast with a half deformed head. We tricked it into falling into the chasm because it could not stop quickly enough. I don't remember the tricks for the other doors.

I pick one of the doors and go through it. I have in mind to explore the way I usually explore the map in an rpg- I go down every single passageway just to see where it goes, and I backtrack to find all the paths I haven't taken yet. It doesn't really work that well in a dream, since places don't always stay in the same, er, place.

The rest is pretty fuzzy. I remember a house, a shopping mall, buying some bread, a service elevator, and how very confusing the passageways are.

6/23/2011
Dreams written down later in the day when I was writing in my waking journal.

First dream:
Some sort of quest/journey/exploration. Characters summoned, one of them is Usopp (from One Piece). He was in a rowboat at a beach. I was on a bus at some point. Later I was chased by someone I don't remember, along with someone else I don't remember, at a store-ish locale. I set up a trap with an electrical socket and wires and something else to electrocute him.

Second dream:
A town, detached, floating on the river. A shaman/mystic old woman. There is something wrong about her. Her ?soul? was sucked out and swallowed into a pit that formed after she did something with a beam of light. Three small dragons came out of the pit. One was purple, I think, and one was orange. The third perhaps was green? I was feeding one of them, but it was my sister's dog eating. I vaguely remember some sort of village leader/warrior.

Had another lucid dream out of the blue last night, due largely to the fact that I noticed a dream sign:

I'm walking with my wife along a sidewalk. I'm not sure where we're headed but she's leading the way. We come to a chain link fence and suddenly she is on the other side of it and I ask her, "How did you get over there?" Looking at the fence, the only way I see over is to climb it, so I do. When I get to the top, I see the fence is right next to what looks like a souvenier shop or convenience store. But it's strange because the store has a chain link (or chicken wire) roof and I can see down into the store as I'm crawling over it. I'm going slowly, as my weight is causing the wire to sag down onto the items that are on the top shelf. I wait for my wife to cross over to where the cash registers are so that it won't have both our weight on it at the same time. We finally climb down and walk out the door.

We're walking toward my truck when I see my son, my Mom, my Dad, my brother & his wife getting out of a car and walking towards us. I tell my wife, "That can't be Justin; he's halfway around the world. And Grandpa (my Dad) is dead. This must be a dream!" I become lucid and do a reality check by pinching my nose closed and trying to breath and I can. So I do it again, just to make sure. Then I remember some stuff I read about studying all the little details around you, so I do stuff like look at the ground and feel the fabric on my shirt. Then I look at my hands and there are fingers missing; I only have, like, two or three fingers on my right hand. So I turn to my son and say, "This is a dream. Look at your hands." He looks at his hands and lets out a little laugh. I say, "You're missing some fingers, aren't you?" and he nods his head. We all walk over to this house and some more people (relatives) are sitting out on the front porch. I tell everyone, "This is what's cool about dreams...you can do stuff like this," and proceed to cup my hands together in a ball but not quite together, and move them back and forth. I'm trying to conjure up a fireball but all I get is this faint blue plasma looking orb. So I concentrate harder to create a ball of flame and the blue color turns to yellow with a small flame springing to life for a few seconds. I try to hurl it forward, like the superheros do in the movies, but it only travels a few feet before sputtering out. Then a cousin of mine says something like, "Uncle Vance died tomorrow." So I ask her, "Do you mean tomrrow? Or do you mean yesterday?" After that I woke up.

10/23/2011
Dream Fragment
I had lost my job at AAA. I remember being really depressed about being back in the job hunting scene, in a horrible economy. Eventually, I had to go back to working at the shit-hole telemarketing place, I'd recently come from. Horrible, horrible dream.

10/24/2011
"Corner Store K.O."

I was heading to a liquor store. The outside of the liquor store looked like the outside of the Bull Dog Pub, which is a little tavern at the corner of a small shopping plaza, near my old job. There was an old woman standing outside the door, slinging weed. I was gonna get some from her, but told her I had to get change first, and went inside. The inside of the store looked like any normal liquor store, and I walked around a bit, with a taste for tequila, trying to find a bottle of it. After a while, I found what I was looking for and went up to the counter, to pay.

Standing in a short line of people, I was idly looking at the counter, and a slender, young white guy stepped away from it, after paying for his liquor. He already seemed to have a scowl on his face, but his mood apparently took a turn for the worst, when he noticed that I was looking in his direction. Deviating from his initial path toward the door, he glared at me intently, coming out with something along the lines of "what the fuck are you looking at, huh?" A little put-off by this, I think I simply shrugged my shoulders, or something. This enraged him even further, and he stepped in front of me, his eyes seeming as if he was trying to bore a hole through my skull.

By now, his face was mere inches from mine, and he just started going off, saying something like "did I say I wanted you to fuckin look at me? I don't think so..." I had been trying to exercise a little restraint, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to respond. I said "wait, wait....so let me get this straight...just because you don't want me looking at you...you actually expect me not to look at you? Really?" with a quirk of my eyebrow. Someone in the line couldn't help but snicker at my question. The dude with the temper didn't find it all that funny. He glanced over at the person that snickered, then back at me, and completely blew up. He went into a full-on tirade, practically spitting his long string of curses and threats in my face, like some Drill Sergeant with a God complex.

After a few short seconds of listening to this guy profess about how he was about to kick my ass, and holding in the urge to just fire back with some words of my own, I finally assessed that this guy was truly looking for a fight, and I wasn't about to let him throw the first punch. So, in the middle of his tirade, without giving a single bit of warning, I swung my right palm up and into the side of his head, smacking it to one side and directly into the stone wall that was to my left (his right). His head bounced of the stone with a dull thump, knocking him unconscious and dropping him to the floor. The man was only out for about five seconds and, seeing him groggily regain consciousness, I reached down and gently picked him up to his feet, brushing him off and saying "hey, man, are you ok? Wow. You just kinda blacked out there." He obviously had absolutely no idea what the hell had just happened. He looked at me with a bit of dazed gratitude, and staggered out the door.

Just kind of laughing at the whole situation, I stepped to the counter and paid for my tequila. I got the change that I had intended to get, and walked out to meet the old lady on the corner. Instead of the old lady I'd seen, before, it was another old woman (whom I believe might have been in a wheelchair?), in her place. She said that she as 'taking over the shift' of the woman before her, and she sold me the bag.

When driving away from the store, I vaguely remember something about seeing someone dressed as the Joker (if not, actually, the Joker) walking into the store.

this was my second dream i remember...the other one was just me doing a bunch of boring every day stuff....it's been a few hours since i woke and i don't remember it anymore

second one....i was in a sporting goods store with my best friend....and there was a small arcade to the right of the entrance.....she went in and went to the arcade and i kept trying to follow her but i couldn't hear what she was saying and she was moving too fast for me......and my legs kept hurting and my knees kept giving out on me and i had a hard time walking without falling.....and then we were looking at shoes and trying to find sneakers because she has really small feet and they only have shoes that look like they are for little kids in her size at the regular stores....we didn't find any shoes she likes....and i went out to the car to get my phone and i came back in and the manager said i couldn't come in because the store is about to close and they aren't letting anymore people in......and i told him my friend was in their and he said he would make an announcement for her to just go to her car to meet me when she was done.....and i told him that wouldn't work because she has her music on and not her hearing aids and wouldn't be able to hear it....he let me in to find her......

she was at the bathrooms and had found a few things and had them in a cart.....we were looking at the backpacks and there were only very small differences.....she said they all looked exactly the same but i kept pointing out the very small differences...then i fell again.....and the manager saw.....and it took me a bit to get back up and i looked like i was in a lot of pain....and i had to hold on to stuff to get up......he said he was going to call the triage nurse and to not move but i told him to not...

she shows up a minute later while i'm still arguing with him and had just managed to stand up.....(she looks exactly like the triage nurse from my school.....same outfit and everything)....she asks to see my leg and kind of just grabs it and brings it up to about hip height and held it straight out....something i used to be able to do irl before the pain got to be too much for me......since i didn't look to be in pain......she asked if it was numb and that was why it was hard to stand.....i just stared at her with my mouth open because she had a pin in her hand and needles freak me out.....and she started to roll up my pants leg.....and i started saying no needles and trying to pull my leg away.....and she said it was a thumb tack and not a needle...and it turned into one and she held it out in her hand and i threw it.....she let go to go get it....and i started crawling around between the clothing racks.....i was really fast.....and i looked back and the clothing was still swaying from where i'd originally been......and the manager saw me and he pointed me out and i moved again really fast.....and the only reason they could see where i went was because i kept looking at them....and i crawled out to where i could see the registers while they were looking on the other side of the store for me......and i stood up shakily and limped over to the registers and texted my friend to meet me there....and my text had the words that i put in....even after i looked away to see if they were still looking for me......the words didn't change...they saw me...and i looked away quick....and the cashier was making small talk with me because i said i was just waiting for my friend.......and the nurse and manager stood at the doors facing the registers.......and the nurse said that she just wants to help and that no one should push because she doesn't want anyone to get hurt......and there was a person behind me so the only way i could go was her direction....and i saw her coming towards me out of the corner of my eye....she had an orange shirt......and i looked at it and then her face and she made eye contact with me and then i woke up

Notes: Because things have changed so much for me in the past few months, I ended up just setting aside my dream journal for about a month. It's hard to be dream motivated when things are so stressful. However, I think I'm ready to try again.

I read a post here about writing down your day's events at the end of the day, and I started doing that two days ago. Already I've noticed improvements. I was motivated enough this morning to write out a long dream.

I think I'll wait a week before picking out dream signs since I started over. Also, I don't know how the next few days will go because this morning, I woke up feeling like I was dying (stupid ovaries), so I may not care about writing dreams down as I reach for the trash can and some pain killers.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

09.27.2011

Shoujo Hop (Non-lucid)

Me, mom and dad were walking in the store on the far right. We saw an Asian (he had the typical features) standing there looking confused, but he looked towards me and I, walking ahead, moved back with mom because I was shy, so that dad was walking ahead.

The boy, who looked about my age, started trying to talk to dad in 'Korean'. Dad was like "okaaay" and started to walk on. I took pity and before I passed him, I stopped to help.

I had my hair up in pigtails like I went to bed with in RL.

I asked if he knew any English. He shook his head. For a second I wondered why he was there then, and how he understood me. I ended up moving on and saw that he'd gotten on pixiv. Maybe on a small black device, and I saw it that he was on pixiv in my head.

We walked on again and mom and dad were arguing about the boy. Dad thought maybe he was mentally retarded or something.

~Gap~

- I'm walking up to mom and the cart, and maybe I have something.

- I was talking to dad about product(s). There was a little more detail about the groceries but I didn't have the best recall.

~ Gap~

Mom ducks under a low hang. 'How cute it is', she said, and I was confused. I ducked under it, bumping my head. Then I see a baby seat on a shopping cart. I look at the baby in it as I pass, but it's kind of ugly and I wonder how mom thought it was cute. It looked more like a baby with a man's face.

As I passed it the mother came back. I tell her about bumping my head, but she seemed to ignore me.

~Gap~

I was walking along a swingset. The style felt more anime-like. Girls (5-6) were swinging. One saw me and pretty much flew off the swing and glomped onto me. A couple more piled onto me, and someone/me mentions/thinks that we looked like the Powerpuff Girls.

I think we were sprawled on the ground in a pose. I started naming off groups we could be, and the girl's expressions changed depending on what I said. They were amusing. Only one I remember now is Sailor Moon and some licensed media.

~Gap~

We were posting our cosplay pics online for a short time. One got taken down because the media was licensed. I saw the page on the internet. The pic link wasn't up anymore. I figured the cosplay based on the Japanese show(s) hadn't been taken down because it's harder for Japanese companies to wade through English pages.

The girls were less anime-like and older.

~Gap~

One of the girls, blonde-haired, was sitting outside a house on the porch. She said she was 'practicing her Kubota by _x_ anyone who went by'. She seemed to be glaring.

x = Something like 'taking care of'.

Me: Kubota from the manga Wild Adapter by Minekura Kazuya.

pixiv - A Japanese (fan)art website I go to often.

Side notes: My dad would never say 'okaaay' much less not help someone in need. Also, I totally understand the gap parts, I know why I'd associate certain things with other things. It was interesting to follow.

I had one other private dream.

I was in a store, talking to a guy. A Cappadocian vampire? I was supposed to buy something.

NOTE: quick, afternoon, five-minute dream

I dreamed with Omnio. We were walking in the middle of a road at night in the woods.
Above us and projected on the ground was a yellow light that came from the street lamps.
We reached a place where there were large marble stairs. We climbed the stairs, and when we reach the end, it was day.
At the end of the stairs was a computer store. We entered and I asked for information about two ram chips for my computer. The woman said that she had to order the chips. Omnio gave me two ships of ram and said he wanted to buy new ones. I handed the ships he gave me to the lady of the shop, and she said, "That´s sooo old"

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Comments: Part of the dateless dreams series

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Had a dream that I was involved with the rapper 50 cent.. I was in his house.. the floors were an eggwhite marble color and he had a white round table. I was standing there with him as he was talking and handling business and he winked at me.. I felt good about that wink and he grabbed my hand we held hands and started walking out the room.. he had on a black shirt with grey stripes going down and the top button was open I saw his muscular chest.. his hands did feel real in the dream.. they were strong but tender and walking with him I was in love..
Everything I thought about during my dream happened in my dream.. I thought about kissing him and it happened.. he leaned down to kiss my lips. We ended up in a bedroom that was a navy dark color but walls were of velvet texture.. He is laying on the bed and I am laying across his chest.. I see his bare chest and felt so many feelings it was definitely sexual. He is talking but I don't know what he is saying.. and it starts to get quiet.. in my dream I am thinking I should kiss him before I wake up and I start kissing his lips rubbing his chest and I slip on top of him we are kissing heavily and we started to make love.. felt real he is asking me if I love him and I answer with my moans.
Scene switches and I am at college holding two black books and few white folders these books must have been important because i kept counting them. There are other women around me and they are laughing and talking I felt that maybe they were friends and we all sit in front of this vintage restaurant ordering lunch. I was asked how my relationship was with 50 Cent I am smiling feeling good.
Scene changes I am in a room getting dressed and I am about to take a photo shoot I want to look in the mirror and it is foggy from the steam.. I move my hand over it and say it was not me.. the girl in the mirror didn't look like me at all. She was shorter and her eyes were a dark color and they had more of an oriental look to them.. I walk away do the photo shoot
50 cent walked me asking me did I hear anything and he didn't look happy I asked what was wrong and he told me if I saw the nude pictures of myself. I get upset and ask what nude pictures? He shows me pictures in a portfolio and I shake my head. I told him the pictures were for myself as a gift to him and the only way it had been leaked was through the laptop that was on the table when I had lunch with those women.
I felt betrayed and told him the girl did it and I said her name, how she was the one who betrayed me because she scanned the photos that were in my portfolio. He look hurt like his heart was broken. I tried kissing him but he just moved away and kept rubbing his face.. he sat down said how he loved me and didn't want anything to happen between us
Scene switches and we are at a clothing store and were greeted at the door with champagne. He is still arguing with me about the pictures I took and I am trying to tell him what happened. I get on this cell phone that had a red glowing screen and I was able to see the person I called in 3d it was weird and I am screaming at the woman who is suppose to be my friend.. she is on my screen in 3d trying to deny and I told her she was fired and had security grab the laptop from her to check any evidence of my pictures and to destroy them. I look around and I am now walking by myself I see this long skinny guy come towards me flirting.. trying to pick me up and I said no because I was engaged. This guy starts bad mouthing at me calling me a bitch and demanding why I didn't want his number.. I am trying to find 50 cent who was no where to be found and this guy becomes violent towards me. He had on all black and had jewelry he asked who was my man I said 50 cent he walked away and I am starting to really look for 50 cent the guy started to follow me and was whispering something I couldn't hear and I saw 50 cent who was putting stuff he got me away and said he had it with me because he saw me talking to the guy.. I told him what happened but unfortunately woke up.

No luck again last night I will try harder tonight. I am determined!

Anyway. First dream:

I am in a store (Nordstroms, I think), in the back. It doesn't look like a warehouse, but that is the purpose it serves, this is where they keep all their items before putting them on the shelves. It's also connects to some sort of performance hall. There are dancers around. One of the dancers is talking to me, and tells me that there is a special discount magazine for people who have been confirmed dancers for two years. I want to get the discounts, but I have not been a confirmed dancer for two years. A big group of girls is by me, and they start singing. They are mostly Latina. A large black girl in the front is singing a solo.

Second dream:
I meet a boy. Me or my sisters have recently started playing some new game, and the book we use is open. Me and the boy are talking about it. I have a baby with me, and he takes it from me and walks somewhere. I follow him and see him exit a building. I go back to my original spot, (but I know that he will be coming back there soon) and my younger sister comes up and coaches me. She points out that I am wearing socks that say "Blondes" on them, and this boy is a brunette, and that might hurt his feelings. I put my shoes on to hide my socks, but she tries to convince me to put on one of her shoes, which is velcro and much too small for me. This confuses me.

Third dream:
I'm riding in a car with E, S, and probably A although I don't really remember who the third person was. It's more like a sled though - it has no roof or doors, and I feel concerned about this. I drop my cellphone off the side, and we pull over and I run back and get it.

At some point in one of my dreams I think I had a new puppy, but I don't remember.

Shoes. Stores full of shoes. I wanted to buy one. I found one, and then a store keeper found me one. I asked if it's okay for me to just carry it while I look around for other designs, so that I can compare. It seems it was okay with him.

I ended up in some other shoe store that also sells clothes, but when I didn't find what I want, I went back to the previous store. Only, it looked a lot better than before. I looked at the prices, and I saw one I like, but it costs Php 800-plus. My budget for the shoes was only 300-plus. I took the one that the guy gave me before, and told him I'll buy it instead. It costs around 167, or something. But I didn't realize that's only for one shoe. For two shoes, I had to multiply the price by two. I checked my budget to make sure I still have money. They already put it on the counter and even already wrote a receipt for it. One clerk just paid for the cash I lack, since I gave the impression that I still have to withdraw money (I didn't say it, but I thought it). Fortunately, I found a total of 500 in my wallet. Then I realized, and asked if they also accept the Smart Money debit card. They said they do. Well, too late for that.

Aeolar's Dream

I am in this building, with a bunch of other people. A woman walks out of a door with a cute little baby. She has a loving look on her face. She sets the baby down in a carriage out in the hall, and walks away to take care of something else. A scientist then comes up and kills the baby by smashing it with a heavy object. I watched as this took place, horrified. I began to cry, and a lot of other people do as well. I swear revenge against these cruel people. I gather up as many people I can who believe in what is right. I tell them that we should be known as the "All-Americans" and paint ourselves blue.

We all go out onto the battlefield. We see the bad guys. They are on horses, and instead of wielding shields, they have bronze statues of General Custer, which blocks some of the bullets we are shooting at them. There are about 100 of us, and there are thousands of them. There are just too many enemies. 2 women ride up to our front lines, not wanting to fight. A blonde haired woman, and a brown haired woman.

Earlier in this dream, this blonde haired girl was on the internet, saying how she wanted to free someone, but didn't know that the man was now 60 years old. An old woman was there as well.
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I remember being with another guy, and then going to a white van in a parking lot. I opened the door, and saw a man in there. I think I knew him as Shrader, but he could have been someone else. He showed me something on a computer terminal that is really hard to explain. It was like a birds eye view of this area and we were searching for something. It was reminiscent of the Matrix. I look up at the room around me, and it looks like a sanctuary or something, maybe a secret lair. But the 3 of us were the only people there.
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I am a special soldier in the army. I think that I am comparable to a Spartan in Halo. We get deployed in the craziest way. We all (about 5 of us) have to get on top of an SR-71 Blackbird, attached by grappling hooks, and then get launched into space. Now, while we're in space, the craziest thing happened. The world was literally in a bottle, and we had to pull out the cork in order to re enter orbit. We did, and began hurtling toward our target. We actually survived the fall and began walking to this house. There was a balloon that had a "Word of the Day" on it, which I read but don't remember what it was.

When we got to the house, I looked in the distance and saw a pack of wolves rather close to me. Immediately I ran to the other side of the building. It seemed as though the others in my group were oblivious to the wolves, and the wolves were oblivious to them. I think that's why the wolves started to chase me. We played Cat and Mouse, more like Dog and Human, but they eventually caught up to me. 2 wolves latched onto either thumb, and it felt kind of strange. I yelled for the other soldiers to shoot them, and they seemed confused at first, but they did shoot them. I watched to my amazement as my mangled ground beef thumbs regenerated back to normal, with barely a scar.
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I am standing on this rock ledge, overlooking a feast taking place. This group of all women made an all fruit dinner for a very large group of people. I made my way down there, and checked out the event. There were paper plated to eat from, but they were soaked with pineapple juice. Dream skip. I am talking to this important old lady. She says she lost something, and I go out and try to find it in this store/hostel place. This lady supposedly runs the group of all females. No more recall.

I am with my friend Will, and he's showing me where his family always goes out to eat. It's an ice cream parlour, but before we could get any ice cream, Will's mom said we had to leave because there were dragons. Will and I left nonchalantly, and started walking to their minivan. We turned left around the corner, and began walking. I started looking for the dragon, and I saw one shape that seemed more defined and bony than a bird should be. I told Will to look, and as we stared at the flying creature, it swooped around and began flying towards us. It's skin was the color of gray stone, and it's wings were brown. On it's spine were small jagged spikes, enough for a person to sit comfortably near the neck. It's aura was forest green. As I was inspecting the dragon, I knew that this one was my companion. I had created this dragon as a baby with my own energy, and it had grown up very quick. As we watched it fly away, we walked to the car. I told Will's family that they need not worry about the dragon, it's no threat to us.

Shared Dreaming Attempt - NonConformist's Dream

I am with my friend Will, and he's showing me where his family always goes out to eat. It's an ice cream parlour, but before we could get any ice cream, Will's mom said we had to leave because there were dragons. Will and I left nonchalantly, and started walking to their minivan. We turned left around the corner, and began walking. I started looking for the dragon, and I saw one shape that seemed more defined and bony than a bird should be. I told Will to look, and as we stared at the flying creature, it swooped around and began flying towards us. It's skin was the color of gray stone, and it's wings were brown. On it's spine were small jagged spikes, enough for a person to sit comfortably near the neck. It's aura was forest green. As I was inspecting the dragon, I knew that this one was my companion. I had created this dragon as a baby with my own energy, and it had grown up very quick. As we watched it fly away, we walked to the car. I told Will's family that they need not worry about the dragon, it's no threat to us.