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May 25, 2013 -- [Went to sleep at about 10:30, probably drifted away about 10:45. Phone records show I received the text message that half-woke me at 11:52, then drifted back to sleep and continued dream, actually waking around 12:05, so you could argue most of this dream actually took place on the 24th.]

I'm at the Hickory house and mom is beating up on me again [nothing like this ever happened in real life, but in dreams I have to deal with this frequently, the last couple of years ... my mom, who has been dead for 7 or 8 years, is battering me for no reason in my dreams, except that she is going crazy.] She is claiming that I have done something horrible to the cat, who has been gone for something like 15 years, now, and it is obvious she is nuts. I put up with it for a little while, but then warn her if she continues hitting me, I am going to have to fight back. When she won't stop, I hit her and throw her around just enough to make her stop hitting me.

The problem is, there are other people in the house, and I now have to try to explain things to them, so they don't think I'm a bully who beats up on women. Meanwhile, I am trying to walk out of the house, but as I make it out of the hallway and into the living room, there are two young, cute, Japanese anime-style school girls there, too young, but not dangerously so, at about 16-18, I'd guess. They are sitting there in short skirts and tight tops, school girl uniform type of things, sitting there, talking to each other. I stop to enjoy the view for a few seconds. One of them has dyed red hair and Japanese features, and has her shorts pulled aside to reveal her landing strip and slit, quite a distraction. She seems to be making out with the other girl and rubbing herself on her leg, and I really have to almost tear myself away to stop watching.

I walk out the door of the house to find myself in a sort of cross between a hotel and a shopping mall. I am meeting Dale here before he has to leave and fly home to California [Dale hasn't been here since November, don't know why all these dreams about him going back to CA the last few nights when he hasn't even been here ...]. I'm trying to explain about the situation with mom, and how she's kind of getting nuts as she gets older, but he's really running late, packing very messily, and running out the door to try and avoid missing his plane, so he isn't really listening.

I follow him out the door, calling for him to slow down, and quit moving like a giraffe on those long legs, and find him near the exit (half hotel, half theme park, now), talking to a guy he's run into that looks very familiar, but I just can't quite recognize him. [Looking back at the dream now, he looked a lot like Biff Tannen, the bully jock from the Back to the Future movies, with a hint of Truman's 'best friend' from The Truman Show thrown in.] I just realize I probably vaguely recognize him from some movie, and am about to ask him what I recognize him from, but Dale has run off again, so I have to hurry to catch up.

I find him in the parking lot, just climbing into his rental car, and I ask him, did he pack everything? Does he need anything? He tells me that his new cell phone from Publix works really, really fast, and he's really happy with it. He also tells me he would really like me to make him a copy of some sort of DVD I have a some Disney stage shows (probably stuff I filmed using his camera) and the friend he is now with (who I don't know) also says he would like a copy. He runs off, and I suddenly find myself working a shift in the J.C. Penney warehouse.

[Somewhere about here, I was half-woke by a text on my cell phone, which I assumed was probably from Dale (it was, btw), but I just drifted back to sleep and back to the dream, which may explain a little of what is to follow.]

I find myself sort of flying around, working up at the loading docks where stuff is taken off the trucks and put on conveyor belts, then dropped from about 20 feet up, and we have to catch them, sort them, and put them on pallets. (In real life this would injure people and break stuff, but in dreams, I've had several like this in the last couple of years.) Annoyingly, I am not handling the regular stuff, but damaged returns, so instead of getting a box full of items, I am getting one of this thing, one of that, and I have to sort them into boxes with like items, making far more work, and they keep sending more and more stuff on the belts, and I am getting further and further behind, but they refuse to slow down. Soon there is so much stuff that it causes the entire system to collapse, with stuff scattered all over the place, the conveyor belt falling apart around me, and a very large flat screen TV hitting the ground and cracking open.

There is a young punk manager here, and though the whole thing is his fault, he tells me he is going to place all the blame on me, and I am going to be fired for this, and I am just thinking this is so unfair, and wishing they had hidden cameras out on the floor to catch him bragging about how it was his fault, but I am going to take the blame, but I know they don't. No fair! Meanwhile, some of the broken crates that have fallen seem to be stuff of mine that I have packed up and stored, and I now find myself running around, trying to gather my stuff together, including several bits of clothes that include old security uniforms I haven't worn in years.

By now I find myself out deep in the warehouse, among the tall racks of stock, all sorted on pallets and up in the air, except the space on the ground, the lowest rows, aren't filled with pallets, but all the associates' lockers, and as I am walking along, I spot one of them that has smoke gently rising from it. Something has caught fire. I am trying to call for help, and get somebody out here before things can spread, when I spot smoke rising from another locker a couple of rows away. And another. And another. There seems to be an arsonist running around, starting fires. There are several upper level employees running around trying to put them out, but I am helping out, acting as a spotter.

As they continue, I can't help but notice the floors we're standing on are not tile, or even stone (which would make even more sense), but there is a strip of carpeting, a kind of a blue-green carpet, running the width of the aisle, and the entire length of the warehouse. As I am standing there, pointing at another burning locker, I am kind of shocked to find another associate swimming up to me in the carpet. He splashes some water up at the locker and puts out the fire, and even splashes a tiny bit at me. I am really in shock. He is swimming along like he is swimming laps, but I'm just standing on it ... nothing but carpet, to me. "How can you do that?" I ask, but he refuses to tell me, darn it!

I can't help it ... I pull out my cell phone and start to text Dale and tell him what is going on in the warehouse, and I hope I will manage to catch him before he gets on his plane. As I continue, it slowly turns from a text into an e-mail, and I now seem to be typing on my laptop, which is easier, of course. But I am still getting annoyed because, though I can type quite fast (probably about 35 or 40 words a minute when I know what I want to say, even though I don't know how to touch type), there is a girl standing there, sending texts of her own, and she is somehow typing about 10 to 20 times as fast as me, which shouldn't be possible. In retaliation, I just start mashing the keys with both hands and even my arms, sending masses of complete gibberish to Dale, before I wake up.

[And the moment I wake up, I check my cell phone and verify the text that half-woke me was, indeed from him, and immediately started texting him about the dream he almost woke me from, but since I only just woke up, half of that text was also gibberish. ]

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May 25, 2013 -- Somehow I have been visiting with Carolyn S., and was somehow even there last week when one of her sons (Carson, I think) graduated from elementary school [very odd, since all of her kids are already out of high school], though because of some sort of emergency or problem, Carolyn was not able to make it. She is very disappointed about this, and feels really bad about it. So when I am out doing stuff a couple of days later, and find myself in the right place at the right time, I decide to help out. I am somewhere in California, Garden Grove or Santa Ana or somewhere I know the major streets, but not well, and I realize I am really near Carson's school, so I decide to stop by and see if, even though the graduation has already happened, if there might be any more festivities Carolyn might be able to catch, to make up for missing the graduation.

As I said, the overall area is Garden Grove or something, but when the bus drops me off at his school, it is an exact duplicate of Peter Marshall. I approach the kindergarten playground and classrooms, and there are a lot of other people wanting to speak to somebody as well, so it is fairly crowded. But as I am walking up, I realize that it is Sunday, so nobody is going to be here. [Never mind that if graduation was last week, school is over for the summer, anyway.] I comment on this, and several others realize I am correct, and start walking away. I am about to join them, when I glance back at the class rooms. Not only are there people on the playgrounds, but I can even see them in the classrooms through the windows, so even though it is Sunday, people are still here.

I walk to the office, and find myself in a big line of people. I glance around, and there are five or six people working, and I remember when I was a kid at Marshall, and how there was only Ms Gurly and one teen working in here and managing everything. I can't imagine how they need so many people, now, but figure it must be much more record keeping because computers have made it so much 'easier' these days. Anyway, a couple of the people waiting in front of me in this huge line are pushy punks, and they start shoving me around a bit, until the staff gets angry, and orders us all to get out. They head out the door in front of me, and since they are now gone, I turn around at the last second and stay. Sine there is no more trouble, they let me.

I find myself leaning against the wall next to the door to the principal's office, and there is a meeting going on in there with a lot of people. Unfortunately the door is broken, and I keep bumping it open and having to apologize. Meanwhile, I am playing with a couple of nails sticking out of the wall, and find myself backing away from several large spiders. (Large as in large types, wolf spiders, or wood spiders, perhaps, not something like huge spiders. just like an inch or two long.) They tell me not to worry about the spiders, and nobody seems to care, though they creep me out a little.

Soon I finally have a chance to speak to the person in charge (who warns me they are still putting together the diplomas and mailing them out, and I can't collect it in person), and I say something like "I'm here on behalf of Carolyn S. Her son graduated a few days ago ... his name is ..." "Carson, yes. We were very proud of him ... such a shame what happened." "Wha?" "Oh, he went out and got drunk three days ago, and something happened, and now he is dead!" "But I just saw him ..." I continue to think ... four days ago! Oh no! Poor Carolyn. I am horrified. And about that time I wake up.

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May 25, 2013 -- [Even later in the morning ... but most of this one is missing. There was even more of this one, before the part I remember, and I think it involved looking for a nice restaurant.] There were bits about eating, and maybe a hint of balloon twisting that I can barely remember, but then I find myself getting home at the Hickory house. Mom is being a bit of a pest, but nowhere near as bad as in the first dream of the night. Carolyn S. is also here, and it is several days after the second dream. I know I ought to tell her how sorry I am to hear about her son, and apologize for my visit to his grade school, but she is running out to door for a balloon gig of her own. But just as she is exiting, she mentions that Carson was asking about me, yesterday. Turns out he is fine, and the woman at the school didn't have any idea what she was talking about. Weird.

Meanwhile, I am walking to my second bedroom, and find that both the doors are open, and mom has been in there, messing with my stuff again. Darn it, I wish that woman would stay out of my room and leave my stuff alone! I walk in, and start glancing around to see what she might have messed with, and soon find myself playing some Runescape. It is half-live, half game, but I have no computer to play with. I soon find myself facing off against a huge troll or ogre, something along the lines of Bork, but not him. Problem is, I can't seem to touch him, but he sure seems to be able to touch me! Somebody sees me having problems, and calls over to me that the only thing he is weak to is the casting of bloom, but I don't have my druid pouch with me.

Luckily, I do have my first ever cell phone, my old silver Sanyo flip phone, and I pull it out of my pocket, and start flipping through it to see if I might have any sort of Runescape app. Luckily I find one that allows me to cast bloom by pushing the 2 key, so I wait for the creature to attack me, hold the phone at him, mash the 2 key a few times, and a bright light comes out of the phone, and starts to injure him. I have to wait a little while before he recovers enough to try again, and we do the same thing. This goes on 10 or 12 times, and I've beaten him down to about half health, but unfortunately, I'm almost out of prayer, so I am not going to be able to cast bloom anymore. So I am struggling with the app to see if there is any way I can access my Ardy cloak to recharge my prayer points, but so far I haven't managed it. [In actuality, I would probably need the Falador shield, rather than the cloak.]

I wanted/was to kayak down across the sea in my dream and as I made it to the other side the wind got extremely strong and I was having trouble walking along the coast. I spotted a woman walking towards me with a blue coat by the looks of it, so once I got up to the person I asked them if they lived around here for some reason(Can't remember why, maybe for directions) and a guys voice replied with "No.." and then there was a sort of group of these people with this tattoo of a triangle on the backs of their heads and most of them were bald and I didn't know who they were.

I remember being cautious of them.

End of fragment,

I was at a swim meet. It was in an open, airy room. I think that there were glass walls, or a glass roof. I wasn't swimming as fast as I could, because everyone in front of me was swimming slowly.

I think that I might have been in a twisted version of the Bubble. There must have been 8-10 lanes there, long-course. I was slacking off, then I decided to go all out. I swam at would normally be considered a sprint for almost an entire 200 meters, and I felt this great feeling of pride, and I could tell that everyone was watching me. I had the feeling that people were there from school, and they were amazed that I could swim that fast. I watched myself in third person. I was happy that my practicing was finally paying off, to the point that I could swim a 200 sprint without running out of breath.

We had let our kids go out in the woods alone, and I was tracking their GPS on my phone, and could occasionally zoom in to look at what they were doing.

At some point I noticed that my four year old had become a proficient swimmer. I knew he had it in him! I thought proudly.

However, then the GPS signal of my four year old started to get confused and when I zoomed in a different kid would show. I could see my seven-year old climbing a tree, but that was not my younger son beside him.

My husband said that it was ok, just a glitch, but I told him that I had a feeling of dread like something terrible had happened.

We reached the woods, and found a group of kids tied loosely to a tree with some cable. They lay there as if in a stupor. I still had not found my son. I heard the voice of the evil man who had done this saying something over a loudspeaker. I don't remember all he said, but it included "it does not matter." I could somehow know that the tree cables or something there was boobytrapped so I could not free the kids. I also somehow knew the evil man could see me.

I still also had not reached my older son yet, even though I had seen him on GPS phone video, had not lost him.

I woke up from this nightmare after this, quite shaken.

I had to look in on my sons, and found them safe asleep in bed of course. Despite risk of waking him up, I kissed my younger son on cheek - I would have kissed my older one, but he was harder to reach not being near the edge of the top bunk at the moment.

In hindsight, even before my conscious self was aware of it that this would turn into a nightmare, the setting was clearly there. We are watching kids over GPS and phone while they are alone in the woods! They are engaging in potentially dangerous activities such as swimming unsupervised without lifeguard or lifejacket for my younger son and tree climbing on very high tree for my older son.

It is interesting that the nightmare again goes to kidnapper theme. I thought I had successfully vanquished those kidnappers in my previous dream, where I felt so much empowerment due to having rescued my boys and preparing to fight bad guys using my superior martial arts skills. Well apparently they are back with a vengance and this time there is no empowerment for me. Of course, due to the GPS and leaving them alone in the woods, it is all my fault this time. Also i do not even get the relief of seeing my boys before the dream ends, making sure that they are alive and well in the dream. Fear of kidnappers in waking life is one of those cultural irrationally blown out of proportion fears: I know that in reality the odds of boys being kidnapped are miniscule, and I did not think that I really feared this in waking life that much to give me nightmares (perhaps it is not so much the likelihood as what would be worst case scenario - fear of kidnappers and boogieman), but of course I am as a good parent worried for my sons safety, and that of course is the cause of these dreams.

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I guess you get to an age where you no longer have nightmares, just bad dreams or dreams you didn't like. At least that's the way I see it now. So last night, I had a nightmare - bad dream - of sorts.
I went to bed really late, like 3am, woke up around 5am and as I didn't recall any dream for DEILD, I got up for about an hour.

For some reason I found myself in Joanne's house, living there with her, which would never happen in a million lifetimes.

Spoiler for why I hate Joanne.:

Joanne is the mother of my son Jordan, when I was a teen, I was of an unsavoury character and I spent quite a bit of time in prison. Whilst I was in prison, Joanne found a new boyfriend and at some point, she allowed him to beat my son, 2 at the time, to within an inch of his life. He is now a quadriplegic and only just short of brain dead. So I don't know why I would dream of her, let alone be living with her.

So I found myself living with Joanne, but for some reason another girl named Kate, who I was also seeing turned up, Joanne was out and so I let her in, but then Joanne returned. I explained who Kate was and that she was here and Joanne was fine with it - she always was a soft touch - however Kate wasn't too impressed though she made the most of it with a brave face. After they had spoken, Kate commented that she didn't know what to make of her now she knew she was Irish. I explained she wasn't Irish, in fact she was Scunthorpe born and bred, I said that she puts accents on to try and make herself more interesting to other people, to give herself some kind of personality if you like.

I decided to go out on my bike, but for some reason I didn't take my helmet, I had a hooded top on and thought that would at least keep the police off my back. I was speeding down the road when all of a sudden the steelwork of a building with a jet engine in the centre flew past me at incredible speed almost knocking me off my bike in it's wake. As I turned the bend I saw Carl from Poker waving me down and signalling the police were about. I was going quite fast and when I started to slow down, I noticed for the first time that there was snow on the ground and I had to be really careful. I got off the bike and stood talking to Carl and someone who resembled Shackles.
Shackles or his dream equivalent was saying how he rode all the time and how good he was, when I asked him what he was riding though, he said he's retired for now, which I thought was an odd thing to follow up with.

Scene change - We only own a shower and a very small back yard. Since forever, Diesel and Dutchess have been a nightmare to bathe, also not very fond of water in general. Well just recently, the past couple of summers, we've managed to get Diesel in the water with the aid of sticks, which he calls balls and is obsessed with, to the point that recently he has actually been swimming for a couple of seconds at a time. So yesterday was the hottest it's been this year and I got the idea to take them to the lake and give them a good bath. It was quite funny, but I think they actually both enjoyed it.

Joy and I were walking the dogs down the riverside and we found a place to bathe them. Dutchess went first as she is the least bother, usually just stands stock still until it's over, unlike Diesel who fights me all the way. Afterwards she was swimming in the water when she noticed a seal or sea lion, we'll say seal, she got out to play with it. It seemed to get nasty real quick and I shouted for her to come away from it, as soon as I said this, Dutchess turned into a seal, jumped in the water and started to swim with the seal. Joy then shouted that there were at least four or five of them. The whole scene had a feeling of dread about it, I told Dutchess to get out of the water which she did, as a dog again. As soon as the seals left, I got Diesel to come to me, I was stood in waist deep water with him and I was shouting for Joy to look, as I walked about in the water it got deeper and all of a sudden I stood on something sharp, Diesel was now panicking and I had to hold his head above the water and look at my foot at the same time. There was a yellow drawing pin stuck in my foot and it had some sort of logo on it, though I don't recall what.

We left the river side when both Diesel and Dutchess ran off in different directions, we panicked as we watched both of them encounter accidents, I saw Dutchess get hit by a car, and Joy said something had happened to Diesel, although she didn't say what, they were both lying on the floor immobile. Dutchess was crying and trying to move, but she could only inch along the floor on her belly, Diesel was having fits and convulsions. I didn't know which way to run. Diesel was closest by far, then someone shouted that Dutchess wasn't going to make it and I broke off towards Diesel. As I reached him, he was still fitting and as I moved in closer he fell down a shallow hole. I climbed in to get him and I noticed he'd turned completely grey - something I've dreamt before - I picked him up and cradled him, I was crying as I climbed out of the hole and thinking that I now had to get to Dutchess as quick as possible. I set off towards her, but I never made it. I woke proper at 8am shouting out loud "What an awful bloody dream...!"

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I'm in the back seat of a blue van that belongs to my sister. Instead of a trunk space, the seats are pressed against the end of the vehicle, and there's a dash under the back windshield. She's driving. A child that is supposed to be her son but looks like a combination of my brother's little boy and hers is laying on the dash behind me.
We're almost ready to leave, parked on curved driveway in front of the rock house we grew up in. The van starts to roll forward.
"You alright back there, kid?"
He giggles and joyfully smiles at me. I lightly pinch his cheek and he giggles some more. I smile and turn my attention to my dog, Caspian who is laying across my lap. He twists to expose his belly so I'll pet him. I do.
I notice, for some reason, his fur is getting increasingly more soft and his ribcage smaller. I look down at him and he's now a kitten with the same coloring. He's a bluetick beagle. The Caspian-kitten yawns and and grabs at my hand with his little paws, claws out. I start to play with one of his claws. My boyfriend walks up beside the van and it stops rolling. My window is down a little. I can't recall what he says to me. I hand him the Caspian-kitten who stretches languorously across my hands. My boyfriend smiles and takes him, Caspian clings to his teal button-up.
We finally leave the driveway. Something about my nephew's changeable face and the fact that my dog just turned into a cat has given me the choice to become lucid. I'm looking toward the front of the van, and the dream would have me continue doing so. I have a choice. I worry that the dream will distort and fall apart if I take initiative.
I decide to risk it and am pleased when everything remains normal. In fact it becomes more vivid. The early morning light swells and becomes impossibly sweet and warm against my face. The road we're taking hugs a cliff, it's narrow with no guardrail. We reach a red, arched metal bridge. The curve before the bridge is such that she speeds around the corner and almost hits a blockade made of cars. Everything slows down. I make the van fly over the blockade and hear my sister make a surprised, amazed noise. The van lands hard near the other side of the bridge, and the back wheels skid close to the edge where the beams have broken. I get out feeling awesomely smug and look outside curiously.
The road is a mess, it's the aftermath of an attack, the men assaulting the road have gathered near my end of the bridge, awaiting orders.
A thin man in a black suit with long black hair looks surprised to see me. Then he grins. I hear a strange sliding noise and turn to find my sister, nephew, and the van gone. Fear grips me, I notice a tall blonde man dressed in a striped red and black shirt and black slacks climbing down to a rough red-stone ledge that juts out from underneath the bridge. He tosses his jacket down and jumps into the water after my family. Without a second thought, I dive. I feel the wind on my face and the cool water closing around me. Everything is a delicious deep blue, far ahead of me I can see the man reaching my sister at the bottom of the lake. Both her and my nephew sank like stones, and float at the lake floor, he's in front of her, her arm draped over his shoulder down his chest. I see that the man has them, one on either side of him. I wait for him on a rock ledge. As he passes he nods to me, I push hard off the floor and slide my arms around his waist, adding my momentum to his.
The closer we get to the surface the easier it becomes. I foolishly think it's because I'm still lucid. He beings to break apart, becoming empty clothes. When I break the water, he's just a shirt in my arms. My sister and nephew are gone. Where are there? What happened to them? Are they still at the bottom of the lake? Someone calls to me but I ignore them and dive again. I get to the halfway point and do not see anyone down there. I swim around looking for them. For a second I'm worried about not having enough air, then I realize I'm already breathing, cool water along with air, in through my nose.
Then my boyfriend is there, he tugs on my arm and gestures to the surface. I shake my head, I don't want to go yet. He pulls me along after him anyway. We pass a ledge with treasure on it, a faded mahogany box with a gold circle with a Greek maze design engraved in a gold metal circle, it has one of these circles on each side. I want to see what's inside, but instead I follow him. When we climb out of the water, he tells me he has some idea where we can start to look for them. He makes it sound like they've been abducted.

I follow him, a little uncertainly, into a bar. This is not the kind of place I would usually go. He doesn't really feel like my boyfriend, more like an acquaintance with his face. The place is narrow and drab, the bar is on the left as I walk in with backless stools bolted to the floor. On the right side are red cushioned benches running the length of the wall, leading up to a door with a frosted glass window. There's a man standing in front of the door.I don't remember seeing any tables.
"Wait here, I'll be back." He goes to the man and talks quietly with him.
The dishwasher has made his way out from the back to gather some glasses. He's a little rough looking, scarecrow thin with bright almost hectic blue eyes, missing teeth. His hair is dirty blonde and sticks up straight up from his skull. He's wearing a dark brown apron over a dirty white thermal shirt. He sees me and says something about how a pretty lady shouldn't come alone to a place like this.
"I'm not alone." I say, giving my boyfriend a significant look.
"Oh, of course."
He catches the attention of the waitress. She seems like she's humoring him, he creeps her out a little with his intensity but she knows he's harmless. He starts to tell us a story about a renegade that passed through a few years ago. I wonder absently if he's talking about Liam.
"The reddest hair I've ever seen, big guy! You know what I said to him, I said--"
The bartender, a handsome man with a shaved head gets the waitress's attention, effectively interrupting the dishwasher. I can tell from his expression that this happens to him often.
"Nevermind, no one was listening anyway." he starts to leave. I cut in, partially because I hate to see that happen to people, and partially because I want to hear the end of his story.
"I was listening!"
I move over to the row of cushioned benches, backing away but keeping eye contact so he knows I'm still listening. His expression brightens and he smiles, I see he's missing some teeth.
"What did you say to him?" I prompt.
"I said, sir, that beard ain't much of a disguise." When he says it he tugs on his own. "Besides, everyone knows who you are, hair like that there cain't be two of ya!" he laughs, amused by his own wit and daring, questioning a dangerous rebel.
I laugh with him, but not really because I think it's funny. He moves off into the back, waving goodbye to me. I setting back on the bench. After a minute, something strange catches the corner of my vision. I look over, to my left is an extremely large man dressed in a black suit. I don't mean to say he's fat. Even sitting down I can tell that he's at least 8 feet tall. His leg extends nearly halfway to the bar. He's the biggest person I've ever seen. Bald, ridiculously muscular, sharp blue eyes with pinpoint pupils in a grizzled face. He's not a particularly attractive man, but his size suddenly appeals to me. He smirks at me like he knows what I'm thinking. I glance away. My boyfriend sits down to my right.
"Did you find anything out?" I ask anxiously.
"Not yet, the man I came to see is in a meeting. When the time comes he'll only see me, alone. We just have to wait a little bit."

The next part looks like an SNES video game, a world map. We're following a trail and gold beads dot the ground in our wake. "Hehe, it looks like Mario." I think. A flashing dot appears in the spot we just left. I refuse to turn my quest into a marrior game. I focus and the avatar gains a little more definition, turning into a 16bit version of me and my boyfriend. The lack of detail annoys me. I focus, willing myself closer to the 'screen'. The dream starts to lose cohesion. My boyfriend has led me to a cliff.
"Where are we even going? How will this help me find my sister?"
"....these look a bit heavy to carry." he replies and points behind me. There are four chest-height empty boxes, they almost look like giant square mugs, tied together at the handle with a hot air balloon or parachute. They have angry bird face on them.
"We just have a little further to go." he says.

It was a partly cloudy day, the air was thick, and I was in a swamp. I stood in front of a stream of water, and I had to get to the other side. I jumped in the water and became completely submerged. The water was green but clear, enough for me to see about 20 to 30 feet ahead of me and wasn't tainted, so I swam. As I continued swimming all was normal, fish were swimming by me going with the flow of the water, was clear. I swam further and reached a part of the water where crocodiles were relaxing. I felt no fear for none were paying attention to me so why bother them. I continued to swim, as I was swimming one humungous crocodile swam really fast, chewed up a smaller crocodile and dragged it away, "HOLY SHIT!" I thought to myself.

After leaving that area of water snakes were swimming by me, there were many. So many that as I was swimming in front of them, they were bumping into me as they were swimming by. I thought quickly as they were going to slow me down. I covered my head and spun my body like a drill so the snakes would swim around me like Hydrodynamics. After I was past the snakes, next came shit. Shit was now flowing through the stream of water, the water was still clear but there were many large long clumps of shit going by. At this point I became very disgusted, I thought to my self "Fuck this!" and started to swim to the surface. I wasn't drowning nor was I struggling I just didn't want to swim through shit. As I reached the surface I was met by a bright light, then I awakened.

01-26-2013 -- [Bad night of sleeping, nothing but fragments.] I am staying at some sort of hotel or something, just a block or so from some place with a pool, and decide to go swimming. Walk over to the place and reach the locker room, only to find I have forgotten my towel and swim trunks, so I have to walk back to the hotel to get them.

I return to the place with the pool, and go back to the locker room, and get dressed for swimming, but when I get back to the pool I find out there are massive amounts of people around, hundreds and hundreds. There are so many people that they have to wait in line for a couple of hours to get in the water long enough to swim maybe a single lap. It just isn't worth it to bother waiting around. So I head back to the locker room.

The two locker rooms are very close, and while entering the door of one, you can see people standing there changing in the other, but I don't quite manage to catch on to the fact I am dreaming. I start to change back into my regular clothes, but somehow I have tons of money with me. It's all in small bills like it is tips or something, but still, huge amounts. I'm stuffing the stuff in my pockets, and it will all just barely fit, and two very tough looking guys seem to be talking about rolling me when I leave the place, so I'm trying to take my time.

By the time I exit the locker room, the place seems to be changing from a gym or a YMCA to something like a rather seedy looking bowling alley (albeit still one with a pool), and I spot a woman wearing a bikini that looks like the Princess Leia number from Jedi, and unlike many, I still don't really find it an attractive design. I slowly make my way to the door of the place, and out into the parking lot, really keeping an eye out for the toughs. I don't see them at first. Instead I see girls that work for the place directing traffic as it exits the parking lot, and I am beginning to feel safe.

Then I notice that those 'girls' seem awfully tall, and rather grim, and all seem to have very deep voices, and I begin to suspect they aren't girls at all, but the toughs waiting for me, and I decide I better go back inside and wait for a while. Somehow I have been resting my hands in my pockets, and when I take them out, one of the bills I had been carrying is stuck to one of my hands. It drifts to the ground, and I am thinking of picking it up, but somebody is following me, and I decide to ignore it. Too bad, I think it was a tenner. I hope the person who was following me is a good guy, and will pick up the money and give it back to me, but it doesn't happen.

I stumble back inside, and find the place is getting darker and darker as it gets later and later. And all the people are starting to look less and less like bikers and toughs, and more and more like demons and creatures and monsters. A couple of hours later, while I have sat there munching on some fries or something, and more and more people, including the staff have been muttering more and more about me under my breath, and it is now almost completely black, I decide I probably have to go, no matter what.

Some troll-like creature seems to want to pick a fight with me because I try to compliment his son, who he is carrying, but I manage to smooth it over. But as I am approaching the door, another three or four creatures (mostly tall, demonic sorts of things) start to loom threateningly over me. Finally I seem to realize I am dreaming, though I don't quite get there 100%. [I know it isn't real, and I can do anything, but I don't actually think to do anything much.] I try to warn them, something like "I don't suppose you can just leave me alone, and we can avoid trouble? No? Well, I tried to warn you."

I grab the first one, and a rough twist and I snap its neck, then I start grabbing its arms and legs one at a time and wrenching them so violently that I break those and disjoint them, as well. I grab the second, and squeeze it until it's head pops like a pimple, before I toss it aside, and grab for the third one. By the time I have destroyed the third one, the fourth one is backing away, and all kinds of monsters are muttering about how mean I am.

About this point, I wake up for a few seconds, try to set the dream in my mind for writing down later, and drift back to sleep, and back into almost the exact same dream. I am still walking through the same bowling alley, with demons and things cringing away from me, but there also seems to be a clown convention or something, and a woman I don't know is talking about my friend Petey, and how great she is, and how she has like 10,000 Facebook friends, and must be the most amazing person ever.

And Petey herself walks up and explains she just friends everybody she meets while doing gigs, so most of them are just bare acquaintances, and it doesn't really mean much of anything. Then I walk up and say something like "Though she does have a few friends on Facebook who really are friends, friends. Hi, Petey!" and she greets me. She then asks "What are you doing here?" and I start to tell her about the monsters, and the other lady starts to talk about the convention, and I realize she wasn't talking to me, so I turn around and start to exit the place again.

As I make it out to the parking lot, most of the demons and creatures are still cringing away from me, but one (looks like one of the Rune blood creatures from the Runespan in Runescape) is trying to start a conversation with me, and is saying something about it is too bad I didn't get together with a cute girl I'd met inside. I look at him and say "But when I was talking to her, there were only two magical signatures around, mine and yours. And since I know I wasn't her, since I was talking to her ...." and I kind of glare at him. "Uh ... well ...." and he slinks off, abashed. Weird.

I'm not sure if this was a DILD, MILD, or WILD. I did a WBTB at 4, said a mantra while falling asleep, and the next thing I knew I was in a dream already lucid with no recollection of any transition period or normal dream. I had three dreams and woke up at 4:45 so .

I was standing in my room, already lucid, only to find two of my friends on my bed having sex. What the hell?! I yelled at them to stop and leave and they complied with annoyed looks on their face as they walked out the door. Not the way I wanted this dream to start out, but I was lucid so I didn't really mind. That little incident made a sex lucid the first thing on my mind but I really wanted to work on the TotY so I thought about which one to do. The Colosseum task was the first to pop into my head but I had decided to save that one for last. Instead I figured I would do the Angel Falls on, South America, I think it was for.

My friends had left the door to my room open on their way out so I walked over, closed it, and envisioned myself at the foot of Angel Falls on the other side. When I opened the door, it was just my hallway. Let's try again. I closed the door, pictured Angel Falls all by itself on the other side and, when I opened it, I was greeted by a large waterfall in the middle of a rain forest. This must be it! I stepped through the door and was immediately hit with a hot, humid air that made my clothes stick to my chest. This stickiness made me realize that I hadn't stabilized yet so I quickly rubbed my hands together and took in a big, deep breath which was quite difficult with the humidity.

I had been in a rain forest once before, in southeastern Mexico, but these seemed much thicker and wetter. In front of me lay a huge waterfall, though quite thin. The whole thing was probably 1000 feet high but only 10-20 feet wide with a surprisingly little amount of water in it. I looked at the bottom to make sure there was a sufficient pool of water for when I jumped down and it looked like a good size: about 40 feet across and seemed deep enough. I started to float up to the top of the falls and noticed that there were a lot of rocks and bumps along the path of the waterfall, something which couldn't be seen from the ground. In order to get past these I would have to jump fairly far out.

I reached the top and landed on a small, rocky outcropping just alongside the falls. I looked over the edge and started to plan out which route I would take. I looked at the pool below to find a good landing spot, one that would be deep enough but also big enough to hit. I picked a spot in the pool that was darker and looked deeper than the rest. I took a few steps back, took a deep breath, and then leaped off the edge. I curled up into a ball and yelled, "Cannonball!!!" There were a couple seconds of awkwardness as I kept falling after I yelled that. The second I thought, "Hmm, I probably should have hit the wat-" I slammed into the water, right on my butt. That was uncomfortable.

A split second after I hit the water I felt a soft, muddy bottom and my feet sunk in a few inches. I pushed up from the bottom to re-surface but my feet got caught in the mud a bit and made this a wasted effort. I slowly floated back up to the surface and, upon lifting my head out of the water all I could see was white. There was suddenly a big cloud of mist from the waterfall, something that should've been there the entire time but for some reason never was. Well, that was it, I got another TotY done. I proceeded to fill that urge I had at the beginning. Right when I reached the pique of that, I woke up.



I had prepped myself for a DEILD in the dream prior to this and was ready for when I woke up. I relaxed and went back to sleep, making sure to stay awake. After only a few seconds I was back in a dream, in my room once again, and checked my hands to make sure I was in a dream. They looked normal as a whole but seemed a little off for some reason. I did a nose-plug to be sure and I could definitely breath. It was still nighttime and was completely dark in my room so I walked over to my light switch and flipped it on. Of course, this didn't work. I was messing with it for a second but then realized, "Dur, it's a dream!" I yelled out, "Lights, please!" and the room became bright.

I figured I would go for a second task since this was technically another dream. I decided on the Australia one and went through it in my head to be sure I wasn't missing anything. I had to hitch a ride on a turtle or something and then bite a great white shark, I think. I decided to try something new to get from my house in America to the great barrier reef in Australia. I went outside into my backyard and, for some reason, it was summer, which helped for what I wanted to do. I jumped into my pool, inspired by the Angel Falls task, and pictured the great barrier reef. When I resurfaced I was off the coast of what I believe was Australia with corals and fish around me. It worked!

I had never tried breathing underwater so I though this task would be a good place to try. I went underwater and at first tried to hold my breath to see if I could just do that forever but it didn't work, I had to breathe. I hesitantly took in a small breath through my nose and was somehow able to breathe, though it felt quite odd and still freaked me out a little bit. I looked around underwater, looking for a turtle to ride on since I wasn't sure what else I could. I saw brightly colored fish and a lot of coral but no turtles. I came back to the surface and looked around. I looked on shore just a few dozen yards away and there I saw a handful of turtle lying on the shore. I whistled to them, trying to get them to come over, and, now that I think about it, treated them like dogs .

But it worked. A couple of them looked up and over at me and began to make their way to the water. It took them a while just to move the 15 feet to the water but once they got in, they zipped right on to me. I grabbed one by its "shoulders" as it came by me and just hung on for the ride. It swam all throughout the reef, from various blue-green coral to pink colored sand at the bottom. There were countless amounts of fish, from rainbow striped to orange clown fish hiding in anemone. I rode around on the turtle for a few minutes but then remembered that I had to bite a great white shark. I looked around and all I could see were gray reef sharks circling down on the floor of the reef. They weren't doing anything interesting and I knew it had to be a great white so I let go of the turtle and headed out to see.

I had never really swam before in a lucid dreaming either so this had a lot of firsts for me. I experimented with swimming arm over arm like you're taught when you're a child, but that did little when I was completely underwater. I then tried moving my legs up and down, similar to a dolphin, and that worked quite well. I was moving much faster and had a lot more control that I did just flailing around aimlessly. Just a few seconds after I got the hand of swimming I saw what looked like a great white off in the distance. I swam towards it and as I got closer I could see that it was, indeed, a great white.

Sure, I could go up and bite it plain and easy, but what fun would that be? I pictured an orca whale, the only creature I could think of that would hunt sharks, or at least attack them. I felt weird and, when I opened my eyes, I had transformed into an Orca Whale! It felt odd not having arms or anything, and my vision was quite different, given that my eyes were now towards the side of my head, but it was definitely more interesting than being myself and going up and biting a shark. I spotted the great white and headed over to it. I picked up a lot of speed, opened my mouth, and bit right down on its tail, slamming into it with full force. The shark was obviously caught off guard and, being alone, tried its best to right back. I dodged its attempts to bite me back and continued to hit it. After about 30 seconds of me biting him in various places and dodging all its attacks, it swam off into the distance. Take that, Jaws!

I started to turn back into myself afterwards and pictured me with my arms, legs, body and head, as well as come clothes. I could feel my arms (which were now fins) turning back into themselves and by legs (which were now a flipper) separating again and my whole body grew smaller. Right as I was about to become myself again, I felt the dream start to fade. I quickly finished the transformation and rubbed my hands together, remembering that I had never stabilized this time. Unfortunately, it didn't work and I woke up.

Luckily, I was able to prepare for another DEILD that would end up begin successful. Instead of doing a third task I just mimicked the ending of my first dream. I'm still not sure whether the first one was a WILD or MILD, but I got lucid so I didn't really care .

01-08-2013 -- [Shorter one without much detail, during a nap. If I had other short ones to put it with, would have done it as part of a fragment post (several short dreams in one entry).]

There is some sort of giant troll type of thing (think along the lines of Cliff in the Troll Invasion distraction) that stands 40 or 50 feet tall, and you fight it as a team, and get lots of bonuses in fighting it. Thing is, it will fight anything, and you get some of the points from anything it fights while it is also fighting you, so when we run into a flash mob of goblins, we're trying to lead them up the troll's hillside, so they can distract it and earn us a lot of bonus xp. Very nice.

Bonuses seem to apply to anything going on around this guy, so we're also doing things like skilling in his shadow and hunting penguins or strange rocks, all of it earning extra bonus xp because of him. Creatures of a couple dozen species seem to be attacking him all at the same time, and the xp is just running up at a remarkable rate. Very fun.

Soon, though, things shift drastically, and I find myself standing outside the Anaheim YMCA, telling me to go swimming. It is something like 11 at night, and I expect they are closed, but she is telling me to go inside, anyway. As I am approaching the door, she tosses me something that almost seems to be a cross between a cell phone and a tablet. I grab for it, but miss. It hits the ground, and it doesn't break, thankfully, but it does scatter, so I have to go grabbing for the cell phone, sim card, memory card, and battery and put them all back together.

I go in, and find oddly enough they are open, and end up talking to the lifeguards before swimming. One of them seems to be a teacher I knew from grade school (but not Mr. Adams, who I really had as a teacher, and really did see swimming at the Y one time), and another was a really attractive brunette who I seemed to be leaning against for some reason. Not that I'm going to complain. My body seems to be kind of falling asleep ... right before I wake up.

11-19-2012 -- Can't remember the earlier bits of this, but there was a lot more before this. By the point I can barely start remembering things, I think I am in a swimming pool, half swimming, half just having fun. At first I think I'm Harry Potter, swimming with Hermione as a form of training, but as it continues, it becomes much more a military thing, swimming laps. At first we were almost alone, but moment by moment there are more people here, and soon I have just one tiny 'lane' in which to swim, surrounded by other people who are annoyed at me and think I'm in the way.

Soon I find myself running across a large city (or even world) that somehow feels very like Runescape, even if it doesn't look much like it. It almost seems like I am running through a game world, looking for portals that lead to where I want to go. The third one leads to a section of the world that is very Polynesian, a very definite tropical island theme, that feels like a cross between Ape Atoll and something out of the Polynesian Resort at Disney World. I've gone there to confront some game characters or something, and I think I have finished what I need to do, so I have been leaving that area again. I soon find myself on a paddle wheeler such as the Mark Twain, and am on the middle deck, surrounded by a bunch of Polynesian dancers who are chanting and waving torches around in some sort of ritual.

I am on my knees trying to start a fire with a bit of flint, using a bit of root that somehow seems kind of connected to an instrument being played by one of the dancers as kindling, but I'm not managing to get very far. I finally manage to catch a tiny spark, and try to gently blow it into a flame, but it almost immediately goes out, so I have to try again ... and again. It very much feels like some sort of odd Runescape quest, and suddenly I find Dave DuFour is next to me, trying to help me. He isn't very impressed with me, and thinks I'm not supposed to be a part of this ritual, and I am getting it completely wrong. He's helping me gather together six ingredients, including a couple of potions, and trying to get us set up for the right ritual. But as the chanting and dancing and fire juggling goes on, discover he isn't supposed to be a part of the ritual, either ... though he is closer than I am. We finally just drink our Gnome-style fruit drinks, and watch the dancers do their ritual.

Soon the Mark Twain has turned to a cross between a barge, a train, and walking along the street, and we are passing several of the portals we previously travelled through. I find myself talking with Veronica (Aj) while passing a building with lots of little storage cubbyholes that somehow contain (among other things) the Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria. There's also a hint of lots of other old things, though many may be petrified. I start to climb around the building, which is turning into more of an old church. I'm crawling through old wooden passageways, and somehow I break something.

I then glance up at an alter above me, and staring down at me is this horrible creature. It seems like a cross between a Fembot (Bionic Woman), and one of the clockwork figures from the Doctor Who story The Girl in the Fireplace, wearing a Guy Fawkes mask. The voice is a sort of a cross between a Cyberman, a Dalek, and Davros, except somehow female. The thing is staring down at me, threatening me, and its hand drops away like an Auton. But instead of firing some sort of laser, it is trying to drip some sort of slimy green gunk on me. I dodge out of the way and start running. She continues chasing me, occasionally squirting the green slime at me, but thankfully whatever she is, she isn't very fast, so I can put some distance between us.

I soon find myself running around the upper floors of the ancient church, along with Hermione, the Doctor, and more characters from the Harry Potter books, except we're all little kids, around the ages of four or five, including the Doctor. We end up hiding in a nursery for a while, and eventually come to the conclusion we need to find some way to face this thing. So we return lower in the building, which is now a cross between a large church and a huge library, with book shelves all over the place on multiple levels. We find ourselves swinging between levels on ropes, while the robot thing is still chasing us, squirting stuff at us, but its getting less scary and more adventurous.

[Can't remember any details, and it might not be a real past dream, but by the end it was feeling like it tied back into another dream from a year or two ago that involved chasing through a huge library-like house fighting something, but without the Harry Potter or Doctor Who characters.]

11/25/2012
5:00am
non lucid

Bear
My girlfriend and I were up above my childhood town by the irrigation ditch which was drained. Sneaking along the ditch was three small anthropomorphic animals. There was a badger, a raccoon, and something else maybe a bird. On the other side of the ditch I saw a baby bear. My girlfriend said "Ahhh". It was cute as all hell and I noticed another one. I knew that momma bear would be showing up and so I climbed up a downed tree and up it at an angle to its stump. It had been cut with a chainsaw, was pretty skinny, and right in front of its stump was another almost identical stump. I was having trouble balancing and intended on jumping to the next stump when I saw momma come through the brush roaring angrily. "Beth, get up here!" Beth is my sisters name and I said "Why did I call you Beth? Sorry, but get up here".. Not like it would have done a bit of good because we were right between the babies and their mother. And now there was two moms. Last thing I remember was deciding whether or not to jump down and run away along the ditch.


Scuba Diving
I was looking through the newspaper classified for rental homes and came across an interesting add. For some reason it gave a higher price if you were a certified scuba diver or treasure hunter. The scene transitioned and my girlfriend and I were standing behind an old yellow 1 bedroom house by a shallow bay. We stood on a small, cracked patio surrounded by a row of brick that sort of held back the over grown grass, weeds, and bushes. Who new what old useless things were buried in the mud and the grass. It was cold, damp, and the sky was gray. Looking at one edge of the patio under some brush was some tanks and scuba gear. I come to the conclusion that the reason the rent was higher was because of they didn't want to share the treasure.

Soon enough we get into the water and swim around just a bit. I am a bit nervous and so I don't dive to deep. In fact I don't dive any more than I would without gear. Out in the bay are a few old boats and a some steal oil rig looking thing. I decide that there isn't going to be anything out there and that this was a waist of time and possibly dangerous. My girlfriend is is reluctant to get out despite the cold. End

i'm not sure where one dream started or another ended.....do i'm just going to put them in chunks with same location

i was in a wooden boat......and it was going down a river with lots of rapids.....and i had to get 2 people on it who were on an island....and it got stuck on this bridge....and we got off there because the boat was breaking up...after this i went into a house.....and didn't take off my shoes where i was supposed to......and i held the hand of this old lady who was in a chair.....and she told me i was dead and i agreed

i was in the woods in an area with lots of streams.....and i kept going on lots of covered bridges and looking at mini waterfalls from the sides...they had swirls of colored light over them (like the light sadie has) and it looked really pretty...i kept getting told to pay attention to this rp type card game

i was swimming on this obstacle course....there were different things you had to swim over....i think it was meant to be like wipeout on tv....but i kind of just swam over all the obstacles covered in water....even though with the depth i was more likely swimming in air

i was on land watching this guy teach 2 kids to swim while this lady watched...they were both on a dock...she had a gray/green/black striped skirt that had 2 cats under it....i was fishing (no line or hook or anything on the pole though)....and i wanted to get the cats....but my winter hat came off.....and the guy got it for me so i gave it to the lady because she looked cold

there was another one where i woke up in my current apartment and found a bag (the flowered one i really like) tacked to the wall with a card on it...on the card was an apology from my ex-boyfriend's parents (they shouted things out the window when i went to get my stuff from his house)...in the bag was a pair of boots they bought me but kept when we broke up

i was outside and had to come inside for dinner and chores......there were a lot of other people there and all teens except for the adoptive parents....and the place was decorated for christmas....i went upstairs to change and this girl went into her room and closed the door and used magic to do something (not sure what but i saw sparkles on the door faintly).....and then i went downstairs and was told i had to do my chores from the chore chart before dinner...and i was cleaning a window and was told i was doing the wrong chores and that i was supposed to be helping the gardener pick fruit (i was told i could pick and eat as much as i wanted).....and i went outside and it was my friend chuck....and the adoptive dad asked if i knew the guy and i said he was my friend and i see him so much i practically live with him

notes: incubated for outside, sadie's lights appeared in color rather than just white, a night without nightmares (doesn't happen to me)

3 or 4 years ago
note: I am not a strong swimmer so I don't swim in the ocean in real life.

On my way to where my friends and family would be swimming, I was walking through a mountain meadow and became a little disoriented. As I stood in front of a group of large rock formations, I contemplated on which way to go.

I climbed up one boulder and up between two small cliffs and onto a trail that led down to the ocean. I think my uncle may have told me how to get hear in the dream but I'm not sure. The fishing was supposed to be great and the water clean.

Finally I made it down to the ocean which was at least thirty feet below the cliff where I stood. There wasn't any beach but I made my way down a narrow eroded path to the water any way. Off to my right was a larger cliff and a tiny bit of a cove. I jumped into the water and swam over to the larger cliffs.

Once below the cliffs, waves started to build up. They never crested but were often as tall as the cliffs themselves. The deep water, big waves and towering cliffs felt treacherous but I swam for a bit any way. I rode up and down on the giant waves until I decided that It was irresponsible for me to be swimming alone in these conditions. I got out and went back the way I came.

Back across the meadow I came to a dirt road that I decided to follow. The pines were dense here and I could barely see the ocean. I soon came around a corner and could see an area where bulldozers had dug into the mountain side parallel to the road ahead of me. The bulldozers had graded an area about sixty feet across that slopped down to some ocean water that came from around the bend of a hill towards the direction I had come from. The sides of the dig were fresh and muddy but everyone was swimming down at the shore.

There was an old wooden building with ramps and gray paint that was cracked and peeling. Some sort of chase went on here in my dream but I can't remember exactly what happened.

I didn't like this spot and I convinced everyone to follow me back through the meadow. They came with me but when we got to the meadow they stopped. Now in the meadow there were cold springs that filled up several jacuzzi sized holes in the ground. The holes weren't all that bad but I thought they looked a little dirty and that possibly cows might come through here and take a dip from time to time. However, despite my best efforts I couldn't get them to continue on to the awesomeness of the big waves of the ocean.

I settled in and everyone set up picnics. Soon people were soaking, eating, chatting each other up, and children were playing. Then I heard someone scream for me. I looked over and saw a large black panther stalking one of the children. I ran as fast as I could and only barely intercepted the large hungry cat. Somehow, probably with pointy stick, I managed to stab it through the chest as it leapt through the air.

I can't remember if everyone was happy that I saved the child or angry that I killed the poor animal. Maybe a bit of both. END

incredibly clear lucid last night. im at this swimming pool/shopping complex in manchester with a mate (MF). we walk into a part of it we are not supposed to and security pull us back. after a quick search they give us back our stuff. suddenly i notice im missing my clothes. i grab a towel and jump in a lift. my mate starts laughing at me then when he jumps out the lift he realises he is naked too. we look at each other and go ahhh it must be a dream.

were in this square in town and there are amazing old architectural buildings around. i float around a bit then decide to go for that swim. then we are on bikes and searching round the outside of the complex/ there is some kind of animal park there, with fenced of paths to walk down with horses and stuff a bit like a petting zoo. there is a little pile of puppies on the ground and they look like some of them are badgers.

my mate swerves to avoid another biker and his bike flies of down this ravine. luckily he manages to bounce himself off a tree to avoid falling. when he gets to his bike he whacks it golf style and somehow manages to land it right next to me.

inside the complex is a 1st story room with large glass windos each side. there are 2 similar buildings across each street on each side. as the swimming complex starts to close, people start to file into this room for some after hours activities. it soon becomes clear that its some kind of swinger club as people start displaying themselves to each other across the street. i have a little look but then decide its not for me right now and make my exit.

back in the shopping part and i have this weird link to a repetitive past dream. i am trying to buy this weird tv, which is portrait shaped, makes lots of weird noises and lights, and best of all comes with this egg which grows into an amazing worm/caterpillar type thing which eventually becomes some amazing bug. kind of like the screaming bug on simpsons without the screams. the tv and bug are from a dream where i am living at college in this row of chalet type houses.

i meet wayne rooneys brother when i decide that i will have to order the tv later. i tell him that im here with wayne? for some reason... wayne turns up and has a bit of a fight with his near identical little bro. i try to leave the complex to get my car but the entrance foyer is starting to get rammed with people heading up to the swinger area. lots of my friends are their. also there is this one guy from school who i go up to and ask him his name. his says yes thats me and i just call him a massive cunt then walk away. also Si C is there with mates as i try and squeeze past them. Fi is also there and i chat to her briefly.

i finally make it out of the complex and ask a guard what is the best way to the car park. i go round the back and side of the building and remember that we are parked in this sandy area. i drive around it and eventually we come to a track which leads to a beach. people have left loads of stuff on it like kids bikes so i have to drive very slowly and carefully as they move them for me and i weave inbetween them with just my foot on the brake which only slows the car down but never quite stops it. as i pull into the beach i drive over this black guys wallet/phone or something. i hope that the soft sand will make sure they are not broken, but as it seems he hasnt noticed i try and just get away with it sneakily... cant remember much else for now