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    1. School Play/ Sammari Sword battle

      by , 04-13-2012 at 06:58 PM
      The dream starts off I am in my school church and we are doing our Easter Passion play like we do every year and I am Judas like I was the last time I was in it. After we finished it the first time I was brought to another point of time where we were doing the play for the second time, except this time the church looked nothing like it did before and my religion teacher looks nothing like himself. He didnt even look like a human; there was something about his head being shaped like a balloon. It was much larger than it was the first time with big columns coming down from the ceiling. Instead of acting out the play me and someone else are sitting down listening to someone talk from the front of the church. Me and this person I am sitting next to strike up a conversation, for some reason I saw "Penis" entirely too loud and the entire congregation turns around and my old football coach says some rude remark. At this point I am feeling really embarrassed and I walk out of the church and I go into a side door of the church. From the side door I enter my truck and I immediately drive up to my house. One of the strange things was that my house didn't have any steps. I just drove my truck as close to the door as I could and stepped from my truck to my house door. (I have a very lifted truck and my house is on a brick base so my front door is high up without steps) When I enter my home I notice that my mom, a girl that I am antiquated with, and 2 or 3 other indistinguishable people. The girl was staring at my from the outside of the door. I notice my sister inside the house, but she looks nothing like my sister. She was also way too young to be my sister, i have no younger sisters than me, but somehow in my mind I knew it was my sister. Suddenly my sister and I break out into a Katana sword fight. I throw my sword into some sort of portal that looked like a poster on the wall and my sword disappears. I pull another sword out of no where and I walk up to my sister use one hand to grab her shoulder and the other to drive the sword into her chest.
    2. Field Trip

      by , 04-04-2012 at 03:38 PM (Lucid Time!)
      My school was doing this field trip where we went out to meet all of these people who were unemployed. We had this sheet with a list of questions to ask them about what they thought of the government and what not because they were unemployed. The activity was somehow related to what we are learning about now in history; the great depression.
      When we got to the place we were supposed to be meeting them, it turned out to be a woodland. All of the people we were supposed to be interviewing were sitting on logs and stuff.
      I started to look around for who I was supposed to be interviewing and I realized that I had lost my list of questions.
      I went to the teacher and instead he gave me a piece of blank notebook paper because he said he was out of the lists. The teacher told me to just ask whatever questions I wanted and we'd worry about the rest later.
      I found the person I was supposed to be talking to sitting on a tree. A young man with black hair. After I asked him about two questions, I just sat down next to him and we just started talking openly about our lives.

      I was walking through school. I'm pretty sure it was the end of the day on Friday, but all of my friends were absent. So I tried to visualize Manei was walking with me and that we were talking about lucid dreaming.
      I just started to her talking to me. She just sort of looked like a ghost and didn't really have anything interesting to say. It did not seem fulfilling as talking to a "real" dream character.

      Updated 08-08-2014 at 05:42 PM by 53527

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    3. 3/31/12

      by , 03-31-2012 at 05:28 PM
      I remember swimming Ina pool with two friends. I remember hearing that one of them liked researching so we started fisvussing that. Later my mom arrived brought me a mocha and said we had to go so that I could get to the mall with my brother faster. I spent a lot of time at the high school in this dream. I rember that the new thing St the high school was skidding around on little home made carpet boards to get from class to class. I found a new teacher of mine for the Iraq day of school and he seemed PERFECT. He looked like zach galafenakis and talked about how he was computing difficult math problems without a calculator. I actually woke up to my alarm feeling happy.
    4. 3/30/12

      by , 03-30-2012 at 04:54 PM
      Running around this giant prom themed maze of challenges. My English teacher, youth pastors brother, a friend from church and my aunt were all there.

      At one point there was a man I was going to kill, but before I did, he showed me that he had the secret to eternal life
    5. Non-lucid, Fragments, Kitten milk, Car, Death

      by , 03-21-2012 at 12:38 AM
      This means normal dream
      This means lucid dream
      This means I'm loosing my lucidity
      This means non-dream notes

      ----
      Not much I remember about this one. I just remember being with my family in some mixed woman's house and we were eating cookies. I went to find some milk for the cookies but that woman said their was none so she gave me a packet of powdered kitten milk substitute, like what you feed orphan cats. I tried to thank her without looking disgusted and failed. My mom was not happy about this.

      Then, something led to my mom telling me that my youngest sister was doomed to die before she hit the double digits so I should not reprimand her for misbehaving.

      Then, we were in a car speeding down the road. There was not enough room for me so I was clinging onto the back of the car as best I could. My history teacher was in the back seat with my sister and someone else. I climbed though the car's sunroof and squeezed myself next to my sister.

      That is all I can remember.
    6. "Lucid" (non-lucid) dream, trapped in a dream X The Hunger Games influenced set up

      by , 03-18-2012 at 04:27 PM
      1: "Lucid" (non-lucid) dream, trapped in a dream X The Hunger Games influenced set up
      First, I'm having a "lucid" dream, where I am not lucid at all, it is just my subconscious mind tricking me into believing. I do what it is most likely I would have done during a lucid. I am standing in front of a double window, I smash it with my hand and leap out of there. In the dream, I am thinking of unfurling my wings, and call for Warren from X-MEN to learn me how to fly. But, then of course, I fall down, thinking this won't work. And then I start strolling down the street, towards a nice red-brown cafe at the corner of the street. It has wooden panels and glass plate-windows.
      I "wake" up.
      I am in my bed, laying up at night, hoping for a lucid dream again. My room is almost pitch black, but I can still see. The contrasts are unusually bright, all I can see is bright white light crashing with black shadows.
      I am afraid, curled up on my bed, waiting to fall asleep into the lucid-world.
      There is a storm, and it is raging inside my room. Things are flying uncontrollably around, the computer screen on a desk in the middle of my room blows open, showing bright lights off into the darkness and the curtains on the left side of my second window is pushed aside, reveling a bright white glow from outside my window. It is like a nightmare. I can't fall asleep. I am afraid someone scary and nightmare-ish will enter the stage.
      After a while, a woman enters the room, after a while. The storm quiets, and she has a flock of other teens following her. I think she represents Anne, from Maximum Ride: School's out forever. (currently reading)
      She takes the computer away and we leave the room. Then we walk down a hall and she has a safe atmosphere surrounding her.
      Next, I am in a lucid dream again. I count my fingers and all, and have an unusual amount of them (ten once! New record) but I don't become lucid as it is part of the dream that I will become "lucid" and take "lucid" choices.
      And now I am in the cafe. There are mainly girls there, laughing and everything. There is one waiter and he is a blonde man. I went over to talk to him, as all the others in the cafe was busily talking to each other.
      Just as we enter a conversation, I don't remember much what we said, he crumples into this; http://www.mommyniri.com/wp-content/...lectionRex.jpg , and turns black-white.
      A teacher from my school (IRL he is a copy of the headhunter-principal from School (the normal kind) in Maximum Ride: School's out forever.)
      He tells me he that he have had enough of this nonsense, switching in and out of dreams and reality, and falling asleep all the time.
      And I understood that he was in control of the dream from now on.
      And he's trapping us (me and some other children that goes to my school, on my age) in a dream.
      The next thing I remember is being inside a P.E. -ish hall, in half the size. At the left side, there is benches and carpets spread along the floor. And on the right side, kinda backstage-ish there is hung an green overhang and behind there is spread different weapons and sticks - knifes, bows and arrows, maybe ropes, sharp metal.
      Me and E. trots over to the weapons, along with some other kids. The rest hurries to the benches.
      I realize that I might need something to defend myself with, and perhaps my territory.
      I tell E. he might need a bow. I already have one, from before (somehow). When the place is cleared for weapons, I have taken a knife and some arrows, I do an overlook and find an extra set of arrows for my bow.
      When I round the overhang, I see that people have already gathered in groups, survival-team-ish, behind gathered benches. Making their own territories and improvised fortresses. I join a group that welcomed me warmly, as I had belonged with them from the start. That is my only way of saying it.
      Kim is there. I think. And E. And some more, I didn't really notice. In the dream, it was people I trusted and that would manage.
      People had gathered carpets to cover up their flipped over benches. I helped my team set up what they had, and copied a team on the opposite corner of ours.
      The mad (mad. As in ko-ko) teacher was watching us.
      I don't know if I was getting ready to aim my bow at somebody.

      The End.

      Updated 03-18-2012 at 05:24 PM by 53379

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    7. bald michael jackson; my nephew's teacher

      by , 02-12-2012 at 03:49 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was watching TV. The Jacksons had all gotten together for a concert. Michael Jackson was being driven across the stage with one of his brothers, I think, in something like a parade float that had the shape of a high-heel shoe. The stage was empty otherwise. The shoe and the background of the stage were empty.

      It took me a moment to realize that Michael actually looked a little strange. He was wearing a suit, like in Moonwalker, except that he wasn't wearing a jacket or hat. The slacks were khaki, and the shirt was white with red pinstripes. Michael also looked like an old man -- with kind of sunken, worn-out flesh.



      Then I finally noticed that Michael was bald, except for on the sides and the back of his head. But the hair he had was dyed blonde and done in a ragged, almost standing-up kind of style.

      I knew that rumors had been going around about Michael Jackson being bald. But he'd always denied the rumors. Now in this show he was coming out as being bald.

      I was apparently in some basement watching the TV. I ran up the stairs. My friend H was upstairs, possibly watching TV in the ground-floor living room. I told H that Michael Jackson had finally come out as being bald. But H wasn't surprised at all. I went back downstairs, somewhat disappointed. I thought I was going to give H some new information. But I didn't.

      I may have been watching the TV again. I could see old pictures of Michael with long hair. The top views of his head showed obviously thinning hair. Eventually, I knew, these images had become too obvious, and Michael just had to admit he was going bald.

      But, I thought, this whole thing could be just another one of Michael's characteristic, weird disguises. He could just have done himself up as an aging, balding man for this show. I knew that Michael had disguised himself in weirder ways in the past. So I wouldn't put it past him to disguise himself in this way.

      I now got the feeling that I'd actually met Michael Jackson. I thought that this was possible. When he was disguised, Michael Jackson could walk around anywhere and introduce himself to anyone without them knowing who he was.

      I got the feeling that when I'd met him, he'd been disguise as a really old person or a person in really bad shape. He'd looked frightening and gross. But you could see that his eyes were really his eyes, and something about that had made things even worse.

      But I may then have thought that I actually hadn't ever met him. I thought that if had really met someone like that I would have been so frightened that I wouldn't even have been able to control myself. I even hoped that I would never have to meet someone like that in my life.

      Dream #2

      I was in a bedroom with my second oldest nephew. There were two women in the room with us. Both women were really attractive brunettes.

      The room was dim, with walls, or at least the edges of the walls, in heavy, dark wood. The walls themselves may actually have been Asian-style, paper-thin. I could feel a narrow, dim hallway outside.

      The two women were apparently our teachers. One teacher was going to take me to do some task. The other was going to take my nephew.

      But for some reason, when my teacher walked out of the room, I didn't follow her. My nephew's teacher was talking to my nephew. She may then have said something to me, like she was here to teach my nephew, not me.

      I may have said something like, "Oh, yeah, I see." I may then have decided I needed to find my own teacher.

      I think my nephew's teacher then walked out of the room. My nephew and I were standing in the room, talking with each other for a bit. My nephew must have been telling me a joke. I remember him laughing as he spoke.
    8. Driving a car in a lucid

      by , 02-09-2012 at 10:04 PM (Yuppie's Dream Journal)
      I'm in the car with my dad, driving to school, wearing my uniform. We're on the long straight of road, when I realise things look a bit weird. I count my fingers, and become lucid. "You've got to be kidding me..." I say, at first, I guess I was frustrated that I'd got ready, showered, sat in a car, and it turned out to be just a dream. However, I soon realised that this was a good thing, and looked over at dad, who sat there happily, smiling. "What should we do?" I asked, thinking of things, while rubbing my hands together for stabilazation. I realise we were in a car, so I moved onto his side, and I teleported him to my seat, whilst looking away (I thought it'd be easier if I didn't have to SEE him dissapear) I turn back around, to see that he's gone, but for some reason I stare very closely, and he slowly appears into the seat, like little pixels forming. (first succesful teleport! YES)

      I grab the steering wheel tightly, and press down on the accelerator, wary of all the cars. I move into the right lane, and begin overtaking all the cars. I do this for a while, when I realise a BIG green truck is heading towards me. I wonder what to do, waiting for dad to shout at me to turn a certain way. He says nothing, so I swerve left, whilst braking, which results in the car kind of locking up sideways, heading towards the ditch at the side of the road. The truck, is also doing the same thing, and everything just kind of turns into third person view, I wonder what will happen. I wonder if I'll "die" and wake up so I prepare to DEILD. I do wake up, but I decide to jot a few words down so I remember.

      -next dream-

      I'm in a classroom, with people I don't know, and the bell finally rings. The teacher trys to say something like "Remember the spring carnival!' But everyone screams and shouts over him just to annoy him. I look back, he seems frustrated. We all walk out the door, emerging into a somewhat wide hallway filled with students. On my left, is a drink fridge kind of thing, the shelf-like ones that have no door. Everyone is taking them, so I presume they're free. I grab to solo's and walk towards the exit.

      I hear my teacher attempting to say something again, but we all scream, and he seems to stop trying. I throw my solo up in the air, hoping to cause a bit of excitement and stir the students up, and they all laugh, and shout. The teacher that we've been ignoring, comes up next to me, and says something. I turn back, looking for my drink, and grab it. "Half price discount!" He tries to joke, because my drink is now only half full. (I'm not sure what happend to the other one, I think it just dissapeared) I decide to throw it at him, so I shake it up, fall back into the crowd, and throw it at him. Nothing comes out, but it hits him softly in the back, and he turns around, looking a bit depressed that no one seems to like him.

      I walk next to him, and say "Where's your car?" because I'm planning on throwing the drink through his window. He tells me the name and model instead, so I figure I should just follow him and find out. Unfortunately, I see my dad, who looks a bit suspicious, waiting in the car to pick me up. So as the teacher says something about a bodyguard, and I insult him one more time, I walk to my car, and get in. I wake up. -End Dream-

      Fragments: Impulse deoderant. On a ship trying to solve something I think. Playing this game that was very complex and required you to press three buttons at once to perform an attack that always changed.
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    9. Chemistry 101 Teacher reveals her sexuality!

      by , 02-08-2012 at 01:56 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      02.08.2012
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Dream 1:

      I was inside a Chemistry Lecture Room, and a DC that looks like my Chemistry 101 teacher puts up on the screen some personal information information about herself.

      The one that was on top was that she was Bisexual.

      Insane-college-lecture-hall.jpg

      I know there was more to the dream before this event occurred, but whatever.

      And I know this dream was a day association from when I randomly Googled Snooki and found out she was Bisexual.
    10. Lab Experiment, Comm App Teacher Asks Questions To me...

      by , 01-30-2012 at 07:12 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      30.01.2012
      Lab Experiment, Communication Applications Teacher Talking to Me

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Dream 1: Lab Experiment

      I was part of a lab experiment. I was working with 2-3 DCs. We had to fill some vial to a certain level with certain chemicals without causing a huge reaction. It seemed that our group tried to finish as quickly as possible before the others did.



      Not too sure on the what else we did, but I do know that we made several mistakes before reaching the ideal mix of chemicals.

      Dream 2: Comm App Teacher Asking Questions

      The Communications Applications teacher I had in High School the first semester as a Senior was asking me a few personal questions.

      He started to mention to the class on how I was alone with just a few people (don't want to go into that, it kind of freaked me out because it was a personal lie that I started to accept).

      Before he started to get deep though, I was sitting in a chair. I know I was wearing a Hoodie or something of the sort. I was resting on the desk while keeping my face up to the teacher.

      The time has come...-class-desk-chair-sf804-.jpg

      Then when he started asking me some more questions, I started to look at him weirdly, got up to rest my upper body to the seat and start responding to what he said.

      I can't remember what I told him though. But I do know that I felt myself moving, but I wasn't lucid.

      Updated 01-30-2012 at 07:18 PM by 47756

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    11. dragged aside in role-playing excercise

      by , 01-03-2012 at 02:18 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was with a big group of people. We were in an area that looked like the large reading room of the New York Public Library. But it was also something like a high school gymnasium. The group I was with was probably a church group, though it may have been part of a church-school.

      I was up on a balcony level, crouched down or sitting down near the floor. There were a few other people up here with me, including a teacher, who sat behind me.

      We looked down on the main area, where a lot of other people were. That area may have been floored with brownish gym mats. There may have been an occasional school desk. There were a decent amount of students down there. Everything felt kind of cluttered.

      We had all been given a lesson by somebody who was probably speaking into a microphone from some pulpit at the other end of the room from those of us on the balcony. It was some lesson about Christian history.

      We now had to do an in-class exercise based on the lesson. The exercise was some kind of role-playing game. I think we all had to imagine ourselves as some saint, who had been the subject of the lesson. We then had to imagine ourselves into the environment of the saint.

      A classmate of mine, a boy maybe eleven or twelve years old, wanted me to come with him on the role-playing game. I was probably going to go along with him.

      But my teacher, a pretty, blonde woman, yanked me back from the boy. She told me the boy was distracting me. The teacher told me I was going to come with her.

      I looked behind the teacher to the area I knew we were going to: some kind of stage-like area on the left wall of the room, where there were other kids sat out on the floor with papers, studying or doing their lesson exercise.

      I was now in some kind of hallway-like space with my teacher. The hallway was like an old, narrow, seldom-visited corridor in a natural history museum.

      We sat on the floor -- actually, I think my teacher was laying on her stomach. My teacher had a book, some kind of history of poetry. She may have read some of it to me. She may then have asked me either to read some to her, or to give her a reaction to what she'd read. She handed me the book.

      I could see that the text was about the seventeenth century British poet Abraham Cowley. But the pages looked like they were from some kind of illustrated Bible for kids. There was a drawing, almost coloring-book-style, of biblical mountains running across the top half of one set of pages.

      I told my teacher a little bit of my own thoughts about Abraham Cowley. I liked him, and I thought it was unfair that he'd fallen into obscurity.

      I then read the bottom lines of the left-hand page of the book. It mentioned how somebody in the eighteenth century had "single-handedly" rescued Cowley from oblivion. It took me a long time to read this. But I finally got the idea that the person referenced was Samuel Johnson.

      My teacher was now slightly around the corner from me, and up on a very small platform, elevated about 20cm above the floor. I lay on my stomach and stared at a beautiful, Gothic-style, wood wall as I gave my teacher some of my own thoughts on Cowley.

      It was hard for me to speak -- my brain was really groggy. But I said, "Well, you know, now that Cowley's rescued from oblivion, everybody thinks he's just great. But I don't think he's free from faults. I love his Mistress poem cycle. But his Odes are kind of flat, in my opinion."
    12. My College Years

      by , 01-02-2012 at 01:03 AM (The Absurd Adventures of CWHunt)
      Well.. I'm not actually in college yet. I'm just a freshman, but that doesn't stop me from have dreams about it now does it!?
      Anyway, I just remembered one dream. It has been awhile since I made an entry, so that would probably explain why.

      The dream started in a very odd way. I was placed inside of some sort of virtual reality. I guess it was a video game of sorts, but I can't really be sure. The idea was to collect coins in the world to unlock the next level. I got to the next world and the game turned off. My point of view suddenly ended up being me looking at a television screen running the game. My friend then told me that we had to leave for class.

      We got our stuff together and walked out the door. This was apparently our first day actually in college, and we were pretty nervous about it. It was cold outside so we had to walk through the inside of the buildings to reach our destination. We passed through this very tiny library and we started talking to each other. Suddenly this old lady comes up to us, and I remember vividly that she said, "You see that light," and she pointed to a light behind her desk that was beaming red. "When it's on you cannot talk. Is it on? I thought so. Now you better not talk, or next time its a mark."

      We just walked away, and there was a line separating the library from everything else. I put one foot in and screamed as the only lady looked at me and screamed, "Mark!"

      So we got to class, and I woke up.
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    13. Pokergame

      by , 12-30-2011 at 01:55 PM
      thu 29 december 2011
      23:00-8:30


      Drank some water before bed, didn't wake up at night though. What's a good amount to drink?
      Had my alarm set for 7am, woke up to turn it off and failed recall. Went back to sleep after bathroom.
      After waking up a second time, still no memory. Then, suddenly something triggered it. Can't really be sure which dream it was, or whether it was just my imagination.


      Me and two of my best friends are sitting at a table ready to play some poker. We are in a cafeteria-type room, with the dimensions of something you could compare to a train wagon, but I seem to be under the impression that we might be on a boat. We are dividing the chips, but since they're not labeled we're trying to figure out their value. I'm trying to make stacks, but because of the shape of the chips the stacks keep collapsing.

      At the other table there is a girl, who I recognise as someone from primary school (I used to have a little crush on her). I know it's her, but her face looks different. We exchange a glance. She's with a group of people (girls) and they're not playing poker.

      I get up to walk to another room and when I'm in that other room I see a big box, like a laundry trolley, but it has no wheels. When I try to pee into the box, someone behind me says something along the lines of: "I never thought you would stoop so low". The face is not recognisable, neither is the posture. Not even sure if it's a man or a woman but it's some kind of teacher. As the teacher tells me this, I see there is a bathroom at the end of the room. I attempt to fake my intention of peeing in the box, by dropping to the floor pretending I'm searching for something on my cell phone. There is a map on my cell phone, with some locations marked on it.

      Might be too soon to recognise a pattern, but so far school was somehow always involved.
      The need to pee was probably induced by my blatter in reality, though it wasn't strong enough to actually make me wake up.
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    14. brother forwards cell; my darling basketball boys; she sees different worlds

      by , 12-18-2011 at 03:44 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was in a living room with my little brother. There was probably a sharp, but pale incandescent lamp on somewhere. A TV was blaring on a small TV stand. And the living room was littered here and there with things like blankets and clothes.

      My brother was being really annoying in some way or another. At one point he was really annoying me by doing some weird kind of walk away from me and then back to me really fast, as if he were going to crash into me.

      Eventually I just tried to ignore my brother altogether, and I started trying to pay more attention to the TV. But then I felt bad for treating my brother so coldly. So I figured that if he started acting nice to me, I'd be nice to him, too.

      My brother now came up to me and asked me if he could take a look at my phone. He was just curious to see what it had on it. Having told myself I'd be nice to my brother, I handed my phone to my brother.

      My brother walked over to the couch and sat down with my phone. A little while later my brother was standing up and walking around the room, doing some other stuff.

      I was wondering where my phone was. My brother may have told me he'd left it by the couch. I saw it on a desk that stood before the couch. I grabbed it.

      I saw that I had either an email message or a text message from somebody (or a few people?). I was about to look at the messages. But my brother, looking at his own phone, at the other end of the living room, said, "Oh, did I just get a message from ----? Saying -----?"

      This was the person I'd just gotten a message from, and the subject of the message the person had sent me. My brother said something else to make me understand that while he had been "looking" at my phone, he set it so that any texts or emails I received would be automatically forwarded to his phone.

      I was really mad. I didn't want my brother in all of my business. I felt like it was stupid to give my brother my phone in the first place -- even if I had thought I should have been nicer to him. But I was mostly concerned with how to stop my phone from forwarded all my info to my brother.

      Dream #2

      I was on an indoor basketball court with a group of boys. But I'm not sure whether we were playing a game, or just waiting around for some other people to lead us in some kind of event. I'm pretty sure we were all milling around. I was just milling around by myself.

      I saw the basketball hoop and wondered if I could jump and touch the rim. I'd never been able to do it before. But I felt like maybe I could now.

      The rim seemed a bit higher than normal, and it was a really bright orange. The net was also torn to shreds, so that now only a couple ratty inches hung below the rim.

      As I was getting ready to jump, a bunch of the boys all gathered around me. It was like they had all suddenly decided to start playing a game.

      I felt a bit self-conscious now that all these other boys were around me. I had thought that maybe I could jump and touch the rim. But now I knew I probably couldn't.

      But I also having a hard time even jumping, because I was getting all tangled up in all the other boys who were trying to play a game. But, at the same time, I was already in the air, and so absurdly high in the air -- yet nowhere near the rim -- that all the boys were already beneath my feet.

      One of the boys said something like, "Oh, he's trying to touch the rim! Let's see if we can do it! Or let's see if we can do a slam dunk!"

      Apparently now the other boys were now already doing slam dunks and touching the basketball hoop's rim, while I was apparently still floating my way on up toward it! (But strangely enough, I don't think, all throughout this dream, that I actually ever saw one of these boys.)

      Finally I reached the tattered net of the hoop. I grabbed onto it and pulled myself up to the rim.

      The other boys were now saying things like, "Oh, look! He's holding onto the rim! Is he going to try to do a slam dunk?"

      I didn't really know what I was going to do. I didn't know where to go from here. I didn't know how to get down. I felt like I was up way too high.

      But now I thought I should climb down. First I did this by inching my hands down the couple inches of tattered net.

      Then I saw a pole in front of me. It was like a brass coat rack, or some kind of lightpost. It had one central pole. And off from the pole, on either side, set one below the other, like rungs on a ladder, were little loops of brass. But every once in a while the brass of this structure was black, like it was coated in a think layer of tar or plastic.

      I started climbing down this pole. As I did, I noticed that on the other side of the pole was something like a shopping mall. Apparently this indoor basketball court was right in the middle of a shopping mall.

      About twenty meters away, there was also a long folding table, at which sat three or four older adults, nicely dressed and very serious looking. I could tell these were the judges. Whatever event the boys and I were at, we were going to be judged on our performance.

      All this time, the boys were saying, "Oh, look! Now he's going to climb down!" I climbed down to about two or three meters above the ground. There were no more rungs on the pole. So I either had to jump down or slide down. I think I chose to slide down, even though I may have thought that I was still climbing down.

      When I got down, one of the boys (whom I'm pretty sure I didn't see) warned me, "We aren't supposed to be climbing on the pole. You're gonna get in trouble when the judges come!"

      I was kind of shocked. I looked up at the pole, which now seemed extremely thin and weak, as if my weight should probably have snapped it off at its base.

      I wondered when the judges would come, and what kind of trouble I'd get into. But I also wondered what the heck I was supposed to do, anyway. How was I supposed to have gotten down from the rim, if I wasn't allowed to climb down the pole?

      Dream #3

      I was in a movie theatre, I think, watching a movie. I already had some idea of the plot of the movie. I knew it was about two girls, probably sixteen or seventeen years old, who, after some kind of accident, were now able to see into a different world.

      This world was either a different dimension or the dream world. But the girls would see the dream world or different dimension in waking life, while they were going about their normal lives.

      It was like the different dimension or the dream world was overlaid on our world, but invisible to most people. According to what I knew of the plot, the two girls now had to fight some battle in the middle of the two worlds to save our world.

      I was now watching the beginning of the movie, which was kind of showing the origin of the two girls' powers.

      The girls were out driving on a highway at night. The streetlamps over the highway were different-colored, like lights on a stage at a rock concert.

      One of the girls was a troublemaker. I think this was the girl driving. She looked kind of like the avatar Mayatara has on the Dream Views site, of the girl with the white flash coming from her third eye -- except, of course, without the white flash.

      I think the other girl was a troublemaker, too, but not as much as the first girl.

      But now another car drove up, first really closely tailgating the girls' car, then finally driving up right beside the driver's side of the girls' car. This car was like a 1970s style car, green, but with a big, white racing side across each side.

      The drivers of this car also appeared to be girls, about the age of the main character girls. But the audience was supposed to get the feeling that the girls in the green car were demons from the other world, sent to make the two girls angry, so they'd do something stupid that would lead to their own destruction. Apparently the demons of the other world already knew that the two girls were going to work to save the two worlds.

      So the girls in the green car began really agitating the two girls. Eventually the girl driving just told the girls in the green car to screw off. The girl stepped really hard on the gas, speeding way up ahead of the green car.

      But now one of the girls in the green car pulled out a gun and began shooting at the main girls' car! But when she shot her gun, a whole bunch of stuff came out with the bullet. The bullet, actually, didn't get very far. But the other stuff did, breaking through the back window of the main girls' car.

      There was something like a centerless coin, or a washer, among all this stuff. The camera closed in really tightly on the washer and followed it in slow motion. The washer hit the left temple of the girl in the passenger seat. It hit with the same speed of a bullet, but the impact didn't do more than just knocking the girl out.

      The girl in the driver's seat saw that her friend (maybe they were more than friends?) had just been injured. Now she was really ticked off!

      The green car pulled up beside the girls' car. The girls in the green car were now wild -- bashing and pounding against their own car windows, almost like caged wolves trying to attack a person outside.

      But the girl was so angry she just wanted to kill the girls in the green car. The highway was now driving on an overpass that went high over a wide, black river. The girl figured she'd just smash the green car right off the highway and into the river.

      The girl began slamming and slamming against the green car. Eventually she drove the car right off the highway. But somehow the demons had a hand in this, too. And the girl's car went off the highway, too.

      I watched as both cars plunged into the river. I thought to myself, It doesn't make sense that this is happening. How can these two girls go on fighting with their powers if they're dead? But they must be going to die. There's no way they could survive something like this.

      The camera view was now of the girls in their car. The second girl was probably still knocked out. The first girl was possibly trying to find a way to save her friend and herself.

      But the girls' car was probably right up on the side of the demons' car, so that the driver's side window of the girls' car was right next to the passenger side window of the demons' car.

      The demon-girl on the passenger side of the car now bashed on her window to get the girl's attention. The girl looked over. The demon-girl now let something go from herself, an aura-esque, holographic kind of expansion of herself, which may also have morphed into a demonic shape.

      I think I now got the idea that this was what had given the two girls their power. The demons may actually not have been against the girls. But the only way the demon girls could have given the girls their powers was by putting them into a situation like this.

      I was now sitting outside, in a hallway between movie theatres. I sat on a couch-like bench. Just to my left was a doorway to another movie theatre. And just to the left of that, I think, was a small concession stand.

      The hallway was well-lit, with peach-orange walls. And, far down to my left, at the end of the hallway, was a smallish window letting in a lot of light from the grey day outside.

      A guy, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties, stood to my left. He was white, with his head shaved, but some black stubble now growing back onto it. He also had a shadow of stubble on his cheecks, even though he may have had a pretty full mustache and some pretty full hair below his bottom lip.

      The guy wore a green t-shirt with white lettering on it. He wore a long-sleeved shirt under that. He wore slightly baggy, black jeans. The guy, I somehow knew, was a popular movie critic. He may have had some blog that everybody paid attention to, when it came to movies, even though I hadn't ever read it before.

      The guy seemed lost in some way or another. Since he seemed lost, and since he was famous, I figured that maybe I would see if I couldn't help him. If I helped him, maybe he'd be able to help me get a job.

      But the guy was only concerned because his friends still hadn't arrived for the movie yet. There seemed now to be a whole bunch of people standing around the guy, as if they were all standing in line to get into a movie.

      I told the guy not to worry. The movie didn't start until 2:53. So he still had plenty of time to wait here for his friends. But somebody near us was saying, in a kind of tone of urgency, that he and whoever he was with had to get to the theatre. The movie had started at 2:35. So they were already late. And the guy didn't want to miss any more than he'd already missed.

      I got kind of panicked, too. I'd been excited to see this movie, too! But I thought it started at 2:53, not 2:35! I looked at my watch (? - don't wear one). It was 2:53 right now! That meant I'd already missed a lot of the movie!

      I ran down almost to the end of the hallway, to get to my movie theatre. As I ran in, I saw that the movie had already started. I was coming in after the whole origins scene had come and gone.

      Now I'd never know how the girls had gotten their powers! This had been my biggest question!

      The theatre itself was kind of disordered, as if there were a lot of parents their with their little kids. So each family, or maybe small group of families, was in their own little space, making clumps of noisy areas, and whole sections of empty seats.

      But a lot of the audience didn't even seem to be focused on the movie. The atmosphere was like a big picnic inside of a movie theatre.

      I went up toward the front of the movie theatre and sat near a blonde business woman wearing a white blouse and khaki-colored skirt or trousers. The woman's hair was really thick and flowing. The woman may have been in her early forties. She may somehow have acknowledged me and then gone back to watching the movie.

      The scene was now a daytime scene. A man and a woman, maybe in their late thirties or early forties, were out on some promenade on the side of the same river that the girls had crashed into.

      The man and the woman were both teachers at the high school the two girls went to. The man had a kind of Joe Piscopo look about him: curly, brown-red hair, kind of tan face, but a little reddish, too. But he looked a little more worn out by life, and he had slimmer, paler eyes.

      The man was telling the woman that she needed to stop messing around with the two girls. Apparently the woman had been in the car with the two girls during the crash into the river.

      The man was telling the woman that things the woman had lately been involved with with the two girls -- some kind of weird adventures that the man vaguely knew about, but which generally appeared to the world like nothing but close scrapes with trouble -- were hurting the woman.

      The adventures the woman was involved in, the man said, were distracting the woman from teaching her students. And if she got too distracted from her role as a teacher, there were people in the administration department of the school who would be more than happy to fire her.

      The woman listened to the man and sympathized with him. But she couldn't really do anything about it. It was fate. She was meant to have the adventures she was having.

      I knew that the woman had been sitting in the backseat when the car had gone into the river. She had received only a part of the power that the two girls had received. But she'd received enough to see what kind of trouble the two worlds were in.

      And she had a part in saving the two worlds. So she didn't have a choice. Regardless of what happened to her, she had to have her adventures. She wished that she could tell the man about all of this. But the man could only know so much. And so he'd just have to be worried for the woman.

      I could see that, off to the right, the main girl was walking toward the promenade from a stone bridge that crossed the river. I could tell that the girl was already seeing a new batch of holographic demons. I could tell that a new fight was already about to begin, and that the woman would be involved.
    15. Random

      by , 12-02-2011 at 07:07 AM
      11/26/2011
      I'm in the nether (in Minecraft), trying to build a path somewhere. I'm on a different level than everyone else. There aren't any ghasts.

      I'm riding the trains.

      There's a little rich girl who has been kidnapped and is being held for ransom. She is living in squalor and looks like a dirty street child. She is rescued by secret agents.

      The devil keeps trying to convince me to sell my soul. We have some interesting conversations, but I don't agree. I don't understand why the others took him up so readily.

      It's Halloween. There is a circle of black robed eeevil cultists. I'm in the circle. They ask to be dominated by the devil. I get weirded out and leave.

      A guy, possibly a teacher, is splitting us up into two groups. I'm not sure which group he meant me to join, so I just pick the one I want and talk about how I don't care what I was supposed to do. No one objects.

      Updated 12-02-2011 at 07:12 AM by 51129

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