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Non-Lucid:
Oh, wow... I really wish I remembered all the details of the non-lucid part of this dream. I can only remember the part when I was with this boy and his grandfather in Egypt, and we kind of broke into one of the tombs. I can't remember anything else. T_T

Lucid:
Then, I "woke" up on my uncle's couch and glanced at the television.
"Hey, wait...I never fall asleep at my uncle's!"
After deciding to do an RC for once, I walked up to the television and tried putting my hand through it, then my fingers through my hand. Didn't work.
"See? This is why I almost never reality check."
I refused to believe I was awake.
Sadly, I woke up for real after that.

I was sitting on my bed in my room and it was dark outside yet light in my room. I got up and walked out the door into the bathroom. I looked at the clock and it said that it was 6:30AM, right on time that I normally wake up. I turned on the shower and brushed my teeth while waiting for the water to heat up. Once it was warm I got in and went through my usual shower, nothing out of the ordinary. I got out of the shower and when I stepped on the ground I slipped and hit my head right on the ground. I had forgotten to put the mat down . My head didn't hurt at all and I got right up as if nothing had happened. I continued on with my morning as usual. I walked down the stairs and it led right into the gym locker room at out school

I walked outside the locker room into the gym where my classmates were playing this game called jugball. It's a game in which you have to get a tennis ball to your "goalie" on the opposite side of the gym using milk jugs with the bottom cut off (you can't run). Anyway, when I had walked out I grabbed a jug and got right into the action. I casually walked down to the end of the gym and saw two of my friends just standing there, not doing anything. "Hey guys, having fun?" I asked in a casual, sarcastic way. "Tons," they replied, equally as sarcastic. I turned around to look at the other side of the gym where the ball had gone and saw one of the more sports-oriented kids down there getting the ball. I turned around, looked at me and chucked it as hard as he could (this part actually happened a few days ago)

The ball flew at me and I quickly moved my hand over my stomach to stop the ball and actually ended up catching it! (This happened too only it just bounced off my hand, I didn't catch it ) For some reason, this made me start to question whether or not I was awake. I looked around more carefully and didn't see anything wrong with the dream. All my friends looked normal and there were no irregularities. I looked down at my hands and noticed nothing was wrong with them, all 10 fingers and no differences. "Hey, Burke, pass it over here!" One of my friends yelled. I tossed it over and proceeded to do a nose-plug RC. To my surprise, It worked! I was lucid! Quite an interesting way to get lucid .

I hadn't had a lucid in a while so I didn't want to waste this one. I thought of what to do and decided I would do the TotY. The first one that came to mind was the first television broadcast so I imagined a room back in the ealy 1900s and a small T.V. sitting in the corner. I snapped my fingers and I was brought to a small room where everything was in black and white, except me. The room was completely empty, no doors or anything except for one small end table with a modern-day t.v. on it, only it as really small about 6 inches across. I walked over to it (the room was only like 10' by 10') and there was one knob on the side. I turned it towards the part that said "on" and waited for something to happen.

I stared at the screen and could see a very static-y screen like when you don't have a signal. I waited for about 10 seconds for something to happen and after nothing did, I looked around the t.v. for an answer to my problems. Coming out of the back of the t.v. was a power cord but it only had one prong, similar to an auxiliary cable. I looked around the room again and tried to find an outlet but there was nothing to be seen. I figured I could just summon one so I turned around and thought to myself, "when I turn around, there will be an outlet for this thing right behind it." When I turned around there was indeed an outlet, but it was a modern day, 3-pronged one. This wouldn't work but I figured I might as well try. I stuck the jack into the round hole where the 3rd prong would normall go.

It fit right in and there a couple sparks but no flames or anything. I looked at the t.v. screen and it was now a faint blue, almost gray, color. I reached behind the t.v. expecting there to be a remote and there was! Man, I'm really getting the hang of summoning stuff . The remote only had a few buttons: power, channel, and menu. I clicked the channel one and saw the screen change to a faint green and a small number appeared in the corner saying "02." It makes sense since the first one would've been one, and this one was two. I continued to flip through the channels but there was nothing broadcasting, only various colors, some brighter than others while a few were so faded they almost were just a shade.

Around channel 8 when the t.v. had turned to a faint red, almost pink, color I noticed that the room had changed color too, the same color as the screen. I turned it back to 7, which was a deep purple, and the room changed accordingly. Getting a little frustrated I just yelled at the t.v. "Just show me a damn show!" I waited a second and after a brief moment the screen started to flicker. On the screen a group of people started to form with what looked like big blocks of wood in from of them. After another few seconds I saw that is was a band! A stereotypical big band from the 1920s and 1930s. There was about 20 of them in total and on the front of their music stands I saw a circle with some sort of letters around it and a clarinet lilted to the side in the middle.

The entire broadcast was in black and white and thus the room changed accordingly. The conductor up in from raised his hands and all the musicians raised their instruments. I started to waive his hands and all the players took a big breath. I could tell they were playing some sort of music but, this being the first t.v, there was no sound. What's the point of a concer on t.v. if there's no sound? I was a little disappointed and wanted to hear what they were saying so I decided to try something new. I walked up to the t.v. and kicked it with my left foot. As I had expected, my leg went right through the screen but it didn't break it, my leg actually went through the screen and into the scene that had been filmed. I squeezed the wrest of my body through and ended up in some sort of concert hall with a large dance floor and tables surrounding it.

Once there I could hear some music and it seemed very familiar. I looked around and could see a lot of people in the room, some dancing, talking, and others just sitting at the tables eating some food. I walked over to one of them and asked what song this was. They responded in a stereotypical New Yorker accent which I found rather humorous saying, "Eh? Oh yeah, thems guys. They's the Glen Miller Band or sometin' with this new fangled doo-hickey called 'jazz.' It's not too bad. I actually like it, personally and it seems like a lot of others do to. So, whad'ya say? You wanna dance or somethin'?" Wow, he had a really heavy accent but it amused me nonetheless. "No, that's not what I asked. What is the name of this song?" I asked him again. "The song? Uh... I ain't got a clue, but that Firo ova there, he knows what new and fancy and whatnot." He pointed to a younger person, probably about 16 with a brown suit and tan fedora on. "Thanks." I told him.

I walked over to this kid and tapped him on the shoulder. He immediately spun around and tried to hit me in the face! I quickly ducked down to avoid it. "What the hell'd ya do that for!?" I yelled at him. "You're pretty quick." he said, "I don't see many people with moves like that. What's ya name?" He had a slightly less pronounced accent but it was still noticible. "I'm Burke," I told him. "This man over there said that this guy named Firo knew what this song was called. Is that you? Do you know?" I asked him. "Yea, I'm him, and this song here these guys is playin's called 'In the Mood' or somethin'. It's not bad, I like it." He told me. Ah-ha! That's what it was! We had played this in our local jazz bad a couple years ago. It's actually a pretty good song.

"Now, since I did somethin' for you, you gotta do somethin' for me." He said suddenly. "What's that you want?" I asked him. He smirked and brought his fist back as if he was about to punch something. "Ye see, I'm kinda a jerk, so I just want one thing. I want you... to wake up!" He quickly brought his fist forward and it slammed right into my face. It pushed me back a few feet and I could feel the dream start to fade, but it didn't immediately wake me up. The dream was very unstable though so I quickly rubbed my hands together and focused on my surroundings. The band had changed songs! I dind't recognize this new song but I wasn't really very curious. "Ya quite the sturdy one," He told me, "But I ain't never not woken someone up before when I say I'm gonna!" In an instant, I was lying in my bed, eyes open, completely awake. Damn. Did he really wake me up or was it just time for the dream to end?

Oh well, I got part of the TotY done and had a dream which had quite a few real-life elements in it. A "sport" we played in gym class, music by a band I knew, and a character from an anime I had recently watched (Firo from Baccano!). Not a bad dream

Wow, this was a vivid one. First off, I would like to tell you the cast of characters in my dream.
Gramma- My real life grandma
Cork- My uncle, he's about my age
Miley- A girl in my class. She's kind of annoying
Computer Man- A DC in the dream, he doesn't resemble anyone in my real life.
Aunt Sally- My great aunt in real life.

It started out at Gramma's house in the computer room area. There was a man at the computer, teaching me about different HP Desktop software packages, even though I believe HP is a hardware company. I honestly wasn't paying much attention to him though. I was more focused on the TV in the other room. There was a show called SOCKS or ROCKS or something in all capital letters. It was a game show where families competed in weird challenges. One challenge I remember watching was when the families raced in a pool. It was weird, but I remember that the little boy of one of the families hugged his mom. She laughed and said "Honey, don't do that. You penetrated me." Then, about halfway through the show I got a phone call. I answered it and it was from Miley.
"Are you watching SOCKS?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied. Then, there was a period of silence. I decided to break it with a joke. "So," I said, "can you get me a train?" I don't really think that's funny, but I thought I was quoting a funny commercial that only existed in the dream world. Apparently the DCs found it funny too as Miley, my mom, and Gramma all laughed at it. So, I made one more joke as I hung up the phone. "Alright," I proclaimed, "just bring me that train by sunset tomorrow or else!"
After hanging up the phone I resumed watching the show again. Except now, I went IN the show. In this next challenge, which I was now in, the families had to explore a castle. It was crazy, but the castle was like a level from Sonic CD. You could time travel to see what the castle looked like at different points in time. In the present it was a large stone castle surrounded by a few small groups of trees. In the past, there wasn't really a castle. Just a small camp surrounded by lush forest, foreshadowing the major fortress to come. The future though, was a huge robotic metropolis where the castle once was. There were flashing lights and electronics everywhere. Sadly, there was no nature to be found though.
Soon enough, the castle faded away and I was back in the game show. I guess the castle didn't really belong in the situation anyway. It just came into the dream for god knows why. Anyway, now we were back in the game show. I don't know what this challenge was about, but I remember that a mom from one of the families had to do something while Cork shot at her with a pistol. By now I was able to get a good look at the woman and believe it or not, she looked exactly like my Aunt Sally. Aunt Sally-looking woman then proceeded to ask a doctor, who just appeared on set, a question.
"Are you here in case I get hurt?" she asked.
"No," the doctor replied, "I'm here because I'm one of the few people here who can operate the gun.
Then, I woke up. Who knows what this dream could have really meant.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a dressing room with a woman. The dressing room was maybe three meters long and two meters wide. It had thick, pale carpet and dim, incandescent lighting. I stood before a mirror that folded in three.

The woman, who was something like a shop worker, stood to my right. She was really attractive. She was a tiny bit taller than I. She may have been Asian. She had long, black hair and a curvy body.

She wore a cream colored blouse that showed off a lot of her skin -- the blouse was probably split really low down the chest. She also wore a very tight, maroon colored miniskirt with horizontal folds in it. The woman had an ornate tattoo running down her chest. She may also have had tattooed arms.

The woman told me I looked good in whatever it was I was trying on. For some reason, I felt like this meant she was attracted to me. I was attracted to her. I couldn't resist her. I turned to her and embraced her around the waist with my right arm.

The woman didn't seem to try to break away from me, even though I think we both knew this was probably not something we should be doing. I was feeling the electric charge of sexual arousal. I bent my head to the woman's face and began kissing her softly.

Dream #2

It was night. I had just come out of some building and found myself in a little courtyard area. The courtyard area was completely open to the sky, but it was set below street level. Everything in this courtyard was made out of reddish stone, maybe sandstone.

I walked up a wide, shallow staircase that went up to street level. As I did, some scary guy may have approached me for money. As I got to street level I thought I'd have to be careful. It was so dark out here. People like the scary guy could follow me without my easily noticing them.

I walked up into and across the street. I was obviously in the business section of a big city.The city was really clean. The streets were lined with trees.

I wondered, though, how everything in the city could actually be this dark. It was like there were no, or barely any, lights on at all. The sky was a deep, dark blue, but it seemed to provide some illumination. And there may have been orange street lamps shining from somewhere. But everything else was dark.

I then realized or remembered that there had been a power outage in the city. I was now in a living room with a young man and woman. The living room was lit, as normal, and the TV was on.

The young woman was, somehow, preparing the young man to be interviewed by some news reporter regarding his experience of the power outage. The man would know when he was supposed to do the interview by some signal from the TV. He would then travel somewhere to be interviewed.

Dream #3

My view of this dream was weird. It was often as if I were watching a TV show on an old TV screen. But the TV screen was all fuzzy and seemed to be tipped over at an angle.

The show playing seemed to be taking place in the early 1970s. A wife may have been trying to get a divorce from her husband. But the wife also wanted to be able to do something for her son, like send him away somewhere, maybe out to the southwestern or western United States.

The husband was sitting on the couch. He looked like a young business man, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties. He wore a business suit with a white shirt and a green tie with thin, widely-spaced, yellow stripes. He had a short, but almost bowl-shaped haircut.

The wife had said that son wanted to do something particular, but I can't remember what. The husband made some kind of mocking comment about what the son wanted to do, but said that the wife could go ahead and run off with the son out west to go do whatever it was the son wanted to do.

As the husband was making his remark, the scene changed to some place like a building out in the old west, like a storefront in a small town in a John Wayne movie. The view was really close-in on the storefront. A few people stood in front of the building. They may all have been wearing Hollywood-style old west clothes.

It was now a few years later. The son was now twelve, or possibly thirteen, years old. The wife was having the son prepare for the father's arrival. The son and wife hadn't seen the father in all these years. I was looking forward to the husband seeing how well the son had developed in these few years.

The son was out somewhere, playing with a few of his friends on some tree near a wooden fence. The son wore a backwards baseball cap, a kind of baggy t-shirt, and a backpack. He was fair-skinned, with red cheeks.

The son thought he would show his father a trick he could do on the tree. He thought this trick would show the father how well the son really was doing in his life.

The son climbed up the tree using small tree limbs. These limbs were barren and not very long. But they were maybe five centimeters in diameter, and they were coming out of the left side of the tree all over the place, thickly, from the base of the tree, all the way up the trunk.

The boy then climbed down the opposite side of the tree. It may have been more like sliding down the tree. Growing out of this side of the tree were something like roots, or very, very skinny and short branches. The boy seemed to believe that he could get a foothold in these little tangles. But he couldn't.

By this time, the son and wife were wondering where the father was. He should have arrived by this time. Then, suddenly, the mother had news on the father. He was in trouble. He may have been in a nearby hospital. He may have been near death. The son and wife would have to go to see him right away.

The scene changed to a vehicle like an SUV-type vehicle driving down a snow-covered road at night. I could really only see the front passenger side tire of the vehicle, and a tiny bit of the surrounding body. There were also flashing yellow and red lights reflecting around the car in the deep snow.

I knew that the father had been in some kind of really bad car accident. He may have been near the point of death. He may actually still have been out on the road.

I was now in a bedroom, possibly with one or two kids. I myself may have been a kid, maybe ten or eleven years old. We were watching something on a computer.

I then found an old commercial for Chips Ahoy! cookies. The commercial seemed to have been made in the late 1960s or early 1970s. The commercial showed various kids' faces in front of some backdrop that was lit by a bunch of brightly colored spotlights. The kids all talked about how much they liked Chips Ahoy! cookies.

Later, a frame was put around this view. It was a crude, greyish box, almost like something out of a very rudimentary computer graphics design. At the bottom of each frame was the kid's name.

I noticed that one of the kids was named Wernher von Braun. I thought, Hey, isn't that guy a Nazi? The kid was kind of chubby. He had pale, green eyes and a square buzz-cut. He wore a striped t-shirt.

I felt like I might risk some trouble for myself if I acknowledged too strongly (even mentally) that I knew this Wernher von Braun kid was a Nazi. He even seemed to be looking at me strange from the computer screen.

Suddenly the kid changed again. But it was the same kid. Only this time, the name at the bottom of the frame was Marilyn Monroe. The kid's face suddenly bulged out at the cheek, then bulged out at the head. The eyes seemed smashed down. The ears became enormous.

I got the idea that someone was trying to make some kind of joke about how Marilyn Monroe would have gotten big and fat had she lived to be old, anyway.

The kid's face went back to normal, and another name appeared at the bottom of the frame. The kid's face started to become all distorted again. This time the eyes may have bulged out.

First, was a short dream in which I was in a small room with a computer. The room was very dark and messy with books and things strewn about. It looked as if it was a room belonging to an absent-minded mad genius. On the computer I was live chatting with Ashley and Kayla. The picture on the computer was very strange. I'm sure there's a word for what it looked like, but I don't know it. Ashley's face looked very shiny, but like if you were looking at your reflection in a steamy mirror. For some reason, the topic of clear skin came up, and because of the picture, we all looked like we had perfect skin. I said that if you just don't touch your face, you are less likely to get zits, but I don't think she heard me. Then, Kayla started talking. She was in the room with Ashley, but off-screen. She didn't really say anything, but it was DE that she did. Then, I think I went through the computer screen to get to the room where Ashley was, and I think I had a huge bucket of water that I brought with me. I remember seeing Kayla.

Next, I was in math class, but it was only math class as far as the title went. What we were doing the whole time was this mystery lesson, where hints were given in the textbook about what the culprit looked like, and someone in the class would fit the description. The classroom looked normal, except for an extra room in the back. The teacher, who kept morphing between Mrs. Enders, Mrs. Bell, and Mrs. Murphy, went first. After each description, she got closer to who the "culprit" was. The first person was Kyle. Then he would read the description. The next person was Dasha. When she was reading the description, I didn't want the culprit to be me. I remember that almost everyone in class was wearing a green shirt, and that was one of the biggest things in the descriptions. Unfortunately, I was chosen next. I don't remember what happened immediately next, but I remember after that, everyone was on this giant stage of some sort, and we were cutting logs with dynamite. They would place one stick of dynamite next to the top of the log (it was laying down), one next to the middle, and one next to the other end. Then, they would place another stick on the other side of the log wherever they already placed one. When the sticks exploded, they would create 3 smaller logs (although it should have been 4). I suggested cutting two logs at once. So we would be using 9 sticks of dynamite for two logs, instead of 12 for two. I had to explain to them (I don't know who) that the sticks of dynamite would be in the same spots they are going now, but with the addition of 3 sticks placed in the crease that two logs made when they were next to each other. We tried this out, and we got 8 smaller logs when they exploded.

The last dream was pretty long, and it branched off from the log/math class dream because the room was the same. It started out in the extra room from the math class dream. There was nothing in this room except walls, and a door leading outside. But anyway, we were under attack by aliens, and I was with Ephraim, Kyle, Stan, and Kenny (from South Park). I headed outside, and I realised that I wasn't wearing any shoes, and neither was anyone else. The place we were at looked like a futuristic alien society. There were tons of skyscraper-like structure built out of pink stone, and there were cobblestones everywhere. The path we emerged on led forward for as far as we could see, but there were right turns and left turns we could take if we wanted to. Since I wasn't wearing any shoes, the ground was rough on my feet. Even though this was an urgent situation, I turned to Stan and said, "Let me go inside and get my shoes real quick." For the longest time, I couldn't find my shoes. When I finally did find them, there were spike traps inside them, set by the aliens. It was DE that we did something similar to them, and they were returning the favor. The spike traps in question looked like half a sphere with spiky needles emerging all around it, except for on the flat bottom. That's what they looked like when they weren't set. When the traps were set, they were just folded inside out (the flat bottom was folded up), so that they looked like spherical bowls with needles inside them. These traps were placed in my shoes so that my heels would get messed up.The first shoe I tried to put on stuck my foot in the very center. I was worried that maybe the aliens poisoned the tips or something. But anyway, I took the trap out, and took the trap out of the other shoe. I tried to put them on, but I was having trouble. For some reason, I couldn't figure out which way they went on, and I finally realised that they were backwards, with the tip of the shoe being the entrance, and the back housing my toes. I fixed them, and I put them on properly. Then I suddenly had a third leg, and I had to put on another shoe. This particular shoe looked...medical. It looked like it was on a crutch or something, and it was very old and brown and ragged, and also looked almost like an old rugby shoe. When I put it on, I headed back outside, and my third leg disappeared. When I got back I said, "Sorry I took so long, I couldn't-" Stan interrupted me, "Where were you? Kenny is dead and Ephraim has a disease!" I remember that when he told me that Kenny was dead, I thought to myself that he always dies, so it wasn't a big deal, but I didn't say this to Stan. We headed back inside. Now, the room had a very jungle/rainforest-like atmosphere, with cracked stone walls and overgrown vines everywhere. I went over to Ephraim, who looked very sick, but was still in high spirits, and he pulled up his shirt, and on his back were all of the symptoms of what he had, listed in blue ink (because of the disease). Apparently he had the "triple worm virus", or the "sudden awareness virus". Out of the LONG list of symptoms, I remember: Extra pain sense (every sense comes with a little pain, like touching a soft surface, or hearing something), sudden awareness (suddenly coming to. exhibited later), extra, or misplaced consciousness (because of the worm becoming part of you), and one just said "organ" (because of the worm becoming part of you). Ephraim and I thought the organ one was pretty funny because it was so vague. Suddenly the four of us were walking along a path in a Wal-Mart/jungle-like place. It was DE that Ephraim's condition was getting really bad, and he was pretty much a walking zombie. But for a little while, he was exhibiting no symptoms. We walked along this path, and there were crates of water and bananas all along the side. Since Ephraim was fine, he picked up some crates for us to bring along on the adventure we were on. He took a big drink from one of the crates, emphasizing that he was feeling great now. As we walked further, the path slowly morphed into a Wal-Mart isle. We all knew that Ephraim, if he was really better, would want to eat as well. We passed a bunch of food and cereal to our right, with Ephraim not even saying anything, much less getting something to eat. We passed Life cereal, and it was supposed to be this big thing that he passed up Life cereal. Anyway, Ephraim was walking in front of us, and when he didn't get any Life cereal, we realised something was wrong. Since he was in front of us, we couldn't see his face. I walked around him to look at him, and he looked like a zombie. His eyes were white, his skin was ragged with sores, and his expression was lifeless. We realised that he just exhibited the "sudden awareness" symptom. The symptom was that he would have points where he would suddenly feel better, as if nothing was wrong. Next thing I know, we are walking through Wal-Mart looking for a doctor. We all kept our distance from Ephraim, who I kept looking back at. Every two seconds, he would give a "UUUUUuhhhhGGgghhu," and it was very eerie. Eventually, after a long search, we found doctor, who had to walk with us, who we explained our situation to. As we discussed Ephraim's condition, the doctor asked us when he usually becomes aware. Ephraim, being suddenly aware, answered, "it usually happens right after a Zelda game comes out." The doctor then asked, "Did you perform any rituals when you found out about his condition?" It was then DE that we did, even though we originally didn't. The doctor's suggestion was to go back and undo the ritual. I thought that this wasn't going to be enough to save Ephraim, but then the doctor mentioned something about the letter "G". It was DE that part of the ritual had something to do with a word that ended in a "G". We didn't find the last "G", so we had to go undo the ritual, then find the letter, and then that would supposedly do that trick.

I woke up at 11:30. I would have went back to sleep, but I got to bed late this night, and this was only my first round of detailed dreams (I usually have 2-3). If I went back to sleep, I would have gotten out of bed at like 2 or 3 PM.

Involuntary WBTB around 5:30, which was too soon, and I stayed awake for about an hour, which is too long.

No LD.

First, I was in this hotel-looking place. I was with a bunch of people, none of whom I recognised, but I knew that I didn't fit in with their crowd. The room was very well-lit, thanks to the large window that occupied the entire wall we all faced. There were various blandly-colored chairs and plastic plants placed around the grey room. The group of people and I were all gathered around the window, and looking at a person floating next to the building we were in. It seemed we were pretty high up, like if we were in a skyscraper. The person flying next to the building was pretty far away, but I could make out his flamboyant, super hero-ish outfit. What he was doing was creating these energy discs that he chucked at us vertically. When they came whizzing towards us, they would instantly and very cleanly cut through anything they touched, but then the object that was cut would automatically reassemble, as if nothing had happened. The rest of the group I was with were anticipating these discs, like it was fun when they cut through them, but I was understandably cautious, and did not want those things chopping me up. I was in the middle of the crowd, and I noticed that the floating guy was throwing these discs, and from my right to my left, so he could get everyone. I took advantage of this pattern, and tried to time them so I could hop between them safely to the right, and away from the room. I almost jumped too soon the first time, and I had to quickly jump back before one disc caught my head. There was little time between this disc and the next one, and I had to shift my momentum forward to be able to escape this one as well. I got out just in time, with only a rip in the back of my shirt.

Next, the cast of Everybody Loves Raymond was standing on top of a square platform with sewer water below them. There was another similar platform adjacent to the one they were on. The background to this part of the dream had dirty orange and green colors, and the cast didn't pay attention to this, and just went about their business. I don't remember what they were talking about, but eventually, Raymond turned into a pig, and fell down a sewer grate on the second square platform. Frank then morphed into a pig as well (although he had an apple in his mouth), and went after him. The sewer grate led to a series of see-through tubes that the two were just zipping through, like some sort of carnival ride, with the occasional build up of dirty garbage water, where everyone held their breath through. Soon, my dream forgot all about Raymond, and it was just watching Frank, the pig, sliding through the tubes. There were a lot of parts of the tubes that went through strange places. One part was a supermarket, in the frozen food section. Right where one of the glass doors would be was the tube that came through the floor, around one of the doors, and then back into the ground. The dream only showed a glimpse of this part, with Frank flying through the tube. There was also a dream with the best train conductor in the world, but I don't remember it.

There was one dream I vaguely remember where I had to get ready to go somewhere, and I shaved off all of my body hair. The hair on my head was blue, and I was procrastinating something. Meg from Family Guy was there. Coffee had something to do with this dream too. In the end, I was embarrassed or something because I did all of this for nothing. I forget.

Lastly, I was at some sort of newspaper stand, and there was a giant stack of video game pamphlets or something. They were red and black on the front, and were reserved for people who work for IGN. I was talking to some guy with a coffee and a soft pretzel I think. He made an exception for me, and I took a pamphlet and did a "game of the year" review. There were also meatball sandwiches that were "not for guests." Suddenly, I was in Anthony's kitchen, and his house looked kind of like his grandparent's house, but the table was on the wrong side of the room, and the doorways leading to the living room were too...unrealistic? But anyway, we were eating meatball sandwiches, which were delicious because of the sauce, and we were talking. There was some other third person there, but I don't remember who it was. It may have been Matt. The subject of a Sony Super Smash Bros came up and I asked if Sonic was still going to be in it, since he's not a Nintendo character. I got a yes, and I said, "Who is going to replace the rest of the characters?" I'm sure I got a list of characters, but I don't remember who they were. I asked if Mega Man was going to be in it, and the other guy who was there said yes, but I knew he was talking about some other Mega Man. I thought to myself, "Oh, wait. THAT guy is Mega Man, too." I clarified and asked if Protoman (huh?) was going to be in it. I turned to Matt and said I should have said Mega Man Volnutt, because then they would know who I was talking about. Anthony and I went to sit down at the table. His brother and his sister were there, and we were all listening to the radio. The radio was on the table with a big plate of roast beef, and I was flipping through the channels. I wasn't hearing anything I particularly liked, but I knew the Jazz station was coming up. Just as I thought, it was the next one that came on. I knew that his brother would probably complain about it, so I kept flipping through the channels after i gave a look of "cool, jazz. Too bad we can't listen to it right now" to Anthony, and he returned to look. We settled on this one channel, and Anthony was sitting across from me. As if he was answering a question, Anthony said, "Yeah, this is Bob Cole." I called him an idiot and said, "No, this is Bob Dylan, you idiot." I changed the channel again, and American Idol came on and the radio started flashing red and blue, like a police car, because I guess those are the show's colors in my subconscious. Suddenly I was in the mall with Matt and the other kid. We were all sitting at a table chatting. I got up to walk around and put a coat on. I went back to the table we were at and I picked a piece of bread, and held it in my mouth while I continued to put my coat on.

This was a nap I took from 1pm-5:30pm. I pulled another all-nighter this night. Gotta stop with that.

First, I was on the internet with this chick. She seemed really interested in me, and we were going to go to Paris together. Tickets to Paris were only $1.04 per person, and I was going to go without even telling my parents. I forget why, but something happened and the girl from the internet suddenly thought I was a creep or something. There was more to this dream, but I only wrote down vague notes.

Then, it was the last day of school, and I was in a class taught by Madame Arcusi. The class was very large, and pretty much my whole graduating class was in there (DE). I was being very annoying the whole time, because I just wanted to get out of there and go to Paris. I knew everyone was getting annoyed, but I didn't care, and I said something like, "Everyone is listening to-" Then I corrected myself, "Everyone is hearing me complain and make annoying noises on purpose." Kate, who was sitting next to me kept asking me to stop. The teacher kept morphing into different people. It started with Madame Arcusi, then they might have been Mrs. Gunther-Brown, but I know at one point they were Mr. Yourison and I remember him coming over to my desk and I was worried he would find something (can't remember what) so I distracted him or something, and he talked to the kid next to me. Behind my desk was a large window, which sometimes led to another classroom, and sometimes showed a go-kart course, depending on when you looked at it. When it was another classroom, I remember seeing this girl who kind of looked like Nicole, but I don't think it was her. When we were finally leaving the school, I mentioned to Kate (but mostly offhandedly to the class) that I finally get to go to Paris now, and she said it was pretty cool.

In the last part of the dream, I was finally in Paris, but I found out that my $1.04 ticket only got me the most run-down room in this hotel. The hotel had nice rooms, but the quality of your room was determined by the amount of money you paid. Outside didn't even look like Paris, by the way. It looked more like a park in Philadelphia in the fall. But anyway, at this point in the dream, I was just watching, and my character had morphed into Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force. His room was just this one bed suspended on this platform on a really high ceiling. The bed had a lever that flipped him forward so he would be facing the other side of the bed. Since this was Carl, he was fine with having a crappy hotel room if it meant he was in Paris, and he was trying to justify it by saying that he'll get bed in breakfast, and that he could put a newspaper on the other side of the bed so that he could pull the lever and switch activities quickly. He kept pulling the lever and saying, "See? Breakfast, newspaper! Breakfast, newspaper!"

Finally Lucid! Yowza! Holy balls, is that realistic!

'Bout durn tam!

Anyway...

First, I had this dream where I was driving all around my neighborhood and the highway, but I was driving from the passenger seat, and I was having a hard time reaching the pedals and controlling the car. I kept crashing into things, and driving the wrong way and stuff. I knew I was causing trouble and everything, but I was in that state of mind where you're just like, "Shit, I don't even care right now. Killed your child? That's too bad. Fuck it." Eventually I caught the eye of a police officer, and he puts me in hand cuffs not because I was being arrested, but because He didn't want me trying to fight him or something.

Then, I was at this art gallery with my mom, and there was a lot of vivid art all around. I only vaguely remember this one abstract painting of a little boy, and this one painting which was just an empty canvas with a dent in the middle of it as if someone punched it. It was on the floor on this stand that allowed it to stand on its corner. I remember tripping on something and hitting it by accident, and I was relieved that no one saw me.

Then I was at this restaurant/hospital with the cast of It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia. While I was sitting on these waiting steps with Frank (Danny DeVito), he was destroying everyone's jackets and shoes. Then when we got to the front desk, there were two doctors we were talking to. They were both girls, and one of them was very attractive, but she had really low self-esteem, and thought she was ugly. Dennis, who was suddenly there, decided that he was going to take advantage of this doctor for sex. He told her that he would "pay for another check up with some extra for 'the rest'." When we were about to leave, I couldn't find my shoes because Frank destroyed them. Everyone was yelling at me because I was taking so long, but I tried to tell them it wasn't my fault. Eventually we all left, and I was suddenly in this bay with Charlie and Frank. The we were pretty close to the shore, and you could see a bridge in the background. The water was very bright and rainbow-colored. Charlie and I were making fun of Frank because he was seeing everything in a really weird way. For instance, I think the water was rainbow-colored because that's how he saw it. Also, Frank was straddling this wooden board, but because of the way he was seeing things, to him, the board looked like it was curved (like if he was sitting on a water noodle).

Suddenly I was in this room, and it was DE that it was sort of a doctor's office as well. It looked like my room, but the carpet was maroon, and there was only my bed, another bed on the other side of the room, and a door where one shouldn't be. It looked like the far side of the room went on forever. Suddenly, I was lucid. All this time doing reality checks and I get a spontaneous lucid dream. I did do some reality checks to make sure, however. I looked at the clock and noticed that it was 10:09. I knew that this was a real time (although the nine looked funny), so I looked at my hands, and noticed I had six fingers on my right hand. I took all of this very calmly, and didn't freak out at all, which is good. Also this dream was very realistic. Now I know what others are talking about when they say they confuse it with waking life. The other one and a half lucids I've had were really fuzzy. With this, I thought I was already awake. Anyway, I noticed a notebook on my bed. I looked at it, and it was DE that it was supposed to be a variation of my dream journal. When I started reading, I started losing lucidity. In the notebook were poems, and one of them was supposed to be about how life is meaningless, and it started out, "It is sully that Thanksgiving is a lifetime." I don't remember the rest, except for lines here and there that had things like, "s(eui.)ia" which I just figured was Latin or something, and I thought, "wouldn't it be something if I woke up and found out that these were real Latin words?" I thought the poem was really good so I went to write it down so I would remember it, hoping it would be there when I woke up. When I was about to start writing, I snapped to my senses and my lucidity came back. I tried to make the hot nurse from the other dream appear, but I was impatient, and I didn't use good technique (turning around, turning back) so I figured that I had no control in this dream. I walked over to the other bed and flopped down. Since there was nothing left to do, I chose to try to have an out of body experience from the lucid. I felt the vibrations of sleep paralysis while still in the dream, and when I was actually awake and laying there waiting for sleep paralysis, it had already passed. Silly me should've just explored the dream.

I think it's safe to say that my dry spell of dreams is about over. I even remember the order of most of the dreams. Also I'm feeling better, so I will try a WBTB next night.

I also did a reality check, and I may have been lucid for a few seconds. Unfortunately, on a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the most lucid, I'd say I was around 1 or 2, but since I'm not sure if I was actually lucid, I'm not going to mark this down as a lucid dream.

First, I was at Alec's house. It was set up differently in that it was a lot bigger, and it had a lot of winding hallways. The overall look of the house was different, too, with all the walls having this old-looking wall paper, and the floors were carpeted with antique carpets. Anyway, Anthony was there as well, and we all wanted to go get some pizza. The problem was that Alec's parents weren't home, so we couldn't leave because then his grandmother, who is very old and shouldn't be left alone, would be left alone. This was immediately apparent to us, so we considered leaving, but then the subject of her medication came up, and we figured that if we weren't there, she would "probably die." Somehow that was supposed to be a joke, and it came off as a joke in the dream, but I don't remember who said it. I know either someone said it to his grandmother, or his grandmother said it about herself.

Then, I was in the car with Brian and Ashley's baby. There were other people in the car, but they were faceless dream characters. The car was not my car, also. The seats were leather, and everything was colored grey. The baby's car seat was somehow in the same spot that Brian was sitting, which was in the middle seat in the back. I was in the seat by the left window. Every time I picked up the baby (Seth), which was by his armpits, to put him in his car seat, Brian would yell at me asking me what I was doing. I didn't know what he meant, and I ignored him. Then I picked up Seth again, who, by the way, looked like a newborn rather than the six-month-old he is, and I put him in the car door compartment. You know, the place where you usually put an umbrella or something. The compartment was just big enough to fit Seth in a standing-up posture, and he fell asleep. Brian yelled at me again, but I figured it was only because Seth would be uncomfortable in the door compartment. I figured I'd let him go until he woke up and started crying, and when he did I picked him up again to put him back in his car seat. This time when Brian yelled at me, I said back to him, "You're telling me I'm holding him the wrong way, but you aren't being specific! How am I supposed to know what you mean?" After I said this, I realised that I was yelling at him the same way I would yell at one of my friends if I was mad at them. When I said this, all the characters in the car turned to look at me, and I think my mom was driving. Anyway, Brian told me, "You can't just pick him up by the armpits, you have to support the rest of his body." To demonstrate this, the baby morphed into one of our cats, and was laying sprawled out on Brian's hands. The cat's head was on his right hand, and his body was on his left. Brian's hands were slightly apart, so that in the space in the middle, the cat's body was sagging down.

The next thing I know, I'm at school. So far in the dream, the school looks almost exactly as it normally does. I'm at the hallway intersection by the nurse's office, and the stairs are behind me, and everything is where it should be, although the walls are orange.. I'm about to go somewhere when this kid, who looked a lot like Alaric, but slightly off, like he could be his younger brother or something, pulled me aside and said, "Hey, I lost my Gameboy Advance in the other classroom, could I borrow yours?" I said that I didn't have one with me, and he said, "Don't lie," while nudging me with his elbow. I could tell this was a joke; a way of saying, "Hey, we all can't stand these boring classes, so we all carry around Gameboys to keep ourselves occupied." For some reason though, in this dream I was socially awkward (more so than usual ) and instead of making a joke back, I kind of just said, "I'm not lying." I felt pressed for time, however, and I had to go. This kid was interesting though, and I felt that we could have been great friends. Anyway, I walked off down the hallway that leads to the cafeteria. This is where the architecture of the school goes a little off. Instead of leading to the cafeteria, I could look down the hallway, and see that it just kept going forever, the orange hue of the walls leading the way. However, when I started walking down the hallway, I immediately ended up in this other hallway. This hallway was completely blue and there were boilers and such all around the place. I saw a person in the distance, who waved at me. I thought it was my old math teacher, but as I got closer, I realised it was this girl, Kristen, who had a crush on me. She was with her friends, who I happen to not like. It's worth mentioning that this particular dream is the only instance in which her friend, who is also named Kristen, was attractive. Then I was suddenly in this other hallway. This one was a lot like the unnecessarily wide one in most of my school dreams, but it led to the gymnasium. And instead of a door to the gym, the hall just opened up, and there it was on the right. Also, the wall on the right didn't reach all the way up to the ceiling. If you wanted to, you could feasibly climb the wall and climb over the top and get to the bleachers in the gym. As I was walking up to the gym, Donovan was with me, and I was trying to make a joke but he didn't think it was funny. A basketball from the gym fell over the top of the wall and bounced towards me. I could see the ball bouncing towards me in third person, and I knew it was going to hit me in the head. It did. Then I walked around the wall to get to the gym, and I saw some kid on the bleachers playing with a basketball. The bleachers were tiered, but not in the normal way. I would say that normal bleachers were tiered horizontally. These ones were tiered vertically, and there were no seats on them. It was more like they were just steps, and I was walking on the edge of the wall that these bleachers made. As I was walking on the wall, I could look down and see the hallway from where I came. Suddenly I was sitting by these lunch tables on the other side of the gym, and I could still see the kid with the basketball from where I was. There was a basketball hoop at the bottom of the bleachers and in front of it, there were also a lot of hard, plastic benches. As I watched the kid with the basketball, he would jump really high on the spot where he was, and aim for the hoop, and make it. Then he would move up a step and do the same thing. Eventually, he was at the top, and I had a feeling he was going to fall. He jumped up really high, and the ball when in the hoop, but he took a nasty spill and fell face first into this metal bar and the plastic benches. Somehow, he managed to get up and walk this off, and the whole gym was amazed that he mad the shot. I turned around and I was suddenly in this room with Tom and Kyle. The room was dark, and there was a couch, where Tom and Kyle were sitting, and there was a small rug on the floor where I was sitting, and there was also a TV. This class had something to do with music theory because Mrs. Gunther-Brown, my music theory teacher, put on a video for us to watch. The video had a Caterpie from Pokemon trying to climb these vines, but things were shooting at him. In the background, Daisy Bell was playing, but it was in an, 8-bit style. For some reason, it was DE that church was relevant to the song and the video. I made a joke saying that this was "Super Church" or "Super Sunday" in reference to Super Nintendo. Tom and Kyle didn't think these were funny, and I continued with, "Church 64." It was like, in this whole dream, everyone thought I wasn't funny.

I woke up at this point, and forced myself to write down some dreams.

Next, I was at a relative's house. It may have been my aunt Sandy. The place was very run down, and the wooden floors and walls were getting torn up. I was on the computer for a little bit, but then I walked to this one bedroom. This room was very nice looking. The place was very orange, but it wasn't torn apart like the rest of the house. There was a bed to my right, and a support column to my left. I don't know what was on the other side of the support column. There was a small TV to the left of the bed. Anthony was there, and so was this other kid. They made a comment about how this Metal Gear Solid game sucked, and was a "bad game". I turned it on and realised that they came to this conclusion because his gun was shaped weird. Snake's gun was a marshmallow gun, and it was very small where he held it, and giant on the other end, with a yellow tank on the side. It actually looked pretty awesome now that I think about it. I mocked them, and they agreed with me, saying that it probably wouldn't affect the game. I turned it off, but then the other kid mentioned that there were other things wrong with the game. I turned it back on, and I started playing for a little bit. The setting of the game was this small military camp. Snake was wearing khakis, a wife-beater, black boots, and he had camouflage face paint. As he ran, the game was glitchy, and his arms folded back behind him. It looked pretty funny. I turned off the game. Suddenly this girl from school, Coralis, was in the room with us, and she was wearing this bionic suit, and it was DE that it was her birthday. She was playing Yu-Gi-Oh with some other person. There were two a big stacks of cards on this table between them with a magic card on top of each, and I realised that she needed to get magic cards back. I asked her if she had any cards that would bring magic cards back. Then I was sleeping. It was night, and I was sleeping in the bed that I saw when I walked into the room. The room was empty except for me, and I think I had a false awakening. I woke up, and it was still dark, but it was morning. I had morning wood, and my dick was pretty huge, and I marveled at this for a while. I got up and left the room though because I didn't want anyone finding out. Suddenly I was in this really large, walk-in bathroom complex. The whole place had bathroom tiles on the floor, and all the walls were like the walls to a bathroom stall. There was a giant window that spanned the main hallway. I walked down this hallway as I passed by paths I could have turned down in order to get to other bathrooms and showers. From a top view, the place was probably shaped like an "E", with the last hallway turning into a large room. There were a lot of celebrities there, but the only one I remember is Mila Kunis. I passed her as I turned down the hallway towards the big room. She was sitting on the window sill reading a book. Michael Richards may have been there as well. Anyway, as I walked past Mila to get to the larger room, I looked back and Sean and a bunch of mutual dream character friends replaced Mila. This new kid was with me, and Sean was yelling out to this kid, "Call me fatty," like that's the nickname he wanted. Recognising this as a really bad joke, I turned to the kid and tole him not to call him fatty. I knew it would just encourage more bad jokes from Sean. Anyway, this kid was new, and we were hazing him or something, but I was being nice to him. Then he turned to me and tried to show me his secret handshake. It started out with this constant and rapid high-five, and I suggested that instead, we could just shake hands. I demonstrated with a normal handshake. Then he insisted that his was more fun, so I let him continue. He mentioned that the shake then goes into this dance, and this is where he lost me. The dance involved waving both of your hands, one at a time, and then doing a pirouette. I mocked this stupid shake, by going along with it until it was my turn to do it. Instead of doing what he did, I punched him in the face twice, once with each hand, and then spin-kicked him in the jaw. One of the people from the group of friends came over and I told his about it and he said he did the same thing. We laughed. As I left, the placed was suddenly empty, and I saw Coralis by one of the bathroom stalls. I went out on a limb and asked, "Wanna fuck?" To my surprise, she was like, "Sure," and we went into a bathroom stall, which had a whole room, complete with a bed . I told her, "Just so you know, I'm a virgin." This discouraged her, and I said, "Well, then just give me a blowjob or a hand job." She said something about not wanting my dick to poke her or something. It was DE that dicks have this odd, poking, uncomfortable quality. I assured her that i didn't have this quality, and she would be fine. Dreams, man.

Woke up here, too. I may have had a slight sleep paralysis at one point. Maybe not here, but some point. And I was still half asleep, but I recognised it, but it went away fast. It may have just been a dream sleep paralysis that could have occurred during my false awakening.

The last set of dreams started out with me observing this one room (I wasn't there) with two characters from Star Wars. One was supposed to Darth Vader, but it looked nothing like him. The other was supposed to be a good guy, but not anyone specific. The room looked more like the set of Star Trek than Star Wars though. Anyway, this was supposed to be a Star Wars reunion special or something and this one guy was going to reprise his role as the anonymous good guy I saw. This guy looked like a mix of Mark Hamill and Pete Townshend from The Who, but was named Richard Keithson. It was DE that he was from The Who. After this, I was in Brian's truck. He was driving, and my mom was in the front passenger seat. I was in the back right seat, and it was DE that Brian was evil. There was some danger and fear surrounding him, and we drove off. This part of the dream repeated, and this time, this faceless dream character, who I felt a strong connection to, was sitting next to me. They knew what just happened, but I had to explain to them that he gets this way when _________ (I don't remember), or he gets like this every once in a while or something. Something about the situation came up a lot. Then they realised that this just happened recently, and they said, "Wow, already?"

Then there was this really vague bit that may or may not have involved a desert, Frieza, and me being a doctor with super powers. There also might have been some research facility in the distance or something. After this, I was in this very vibrantly colored town, as if everything was made of candy. The sky was lime green, and the roads were brown, and the side walks were yellow, etc. Alec left with his dad to go somewhere, and I had to move their car. In this dream, Alec's house was a pink mansion with a yellow fountain out front that spewed out a pink, cartoon liquid. His car was a limo-van. I had to put it in neutral and push it into the spot in front of their house. I was getting frustrated because I couldn't get it straight. It was around this time that I performed a reality check. I noticed that I had six fingers on one hand, and nine on the other. I had to count them a few times because I thought something was off but I wasn't sure. I may have been slightly lucid for a few seconds, but it was like I decided there was nothing to do, so I let go. Also, I remember accidentally thinking about waking up during my reality check, but I never woke up, which is the main reason for me not thinking this was lucid. Anyway, I was suddenly hundreds of feet above the car, and then the dream shifted to this room with a bunch of posters all around. This part of the dream may or may not have including climbing, or a bunch of high places, but I get that vibe, like I think I was climbing on these stacks of posters, and I could see miles below me, even though I was inside this room. As I'm typing this, I remember that there were other people in the room. They weren't people, but they were into the same thing I was doing. Anyway, accidentally ripped down this one poster of Speed Racer. Then my dream cut to the set of Friends, with Rachel and Monica. It was DE that they were all playing a prank on me, but Monica wasn't in on it, so she was inadvertently being pranked, too.

Gonna go from least remembered to most on this one. I should go back to typing these up in the morning instead of later, when I already forget the details.

First off, I wrote down "celebrity", "piano", "relationships", and "train station." I can not even remember the setting of this dream, never mind the details.

The first dream I remember, I was going to get this tattoo or something. I had already gotten plenty of prison tattoos (with a needle and ink) and this was my first official one. I asked if the prison tattoos would ever fade away, and this big buff guy said no, and I was pretty mad.

At one part, I was outside this school with Anthony. I think it was supposed to be Ben Franklin School, but it was a lot bigger. Anthony and I were chatting, and we were waiting for his mom to come pick us up. We were getting really hungry, so we had to eat these worms that we got from the basement of my old house. In that basement, there were sewer canals and it was very spacious. Inside the worms, when you bit into them, there were dollars, but you could only spend them on Tums. We could see the store across the street from where we were. We were sitting on the curb outside of the school. Then, there was one really vague part where we had to drink water, and I also wrote down "nervous acting" and "Verizon". I also have "Spongebob" and "maints". I know maints is supposed to be a made-up word, or someone mispronounced something in the dream.

Next, I was in my room of my current house (it was a little bigger), and I was with Sean, Anthony, and these two girls. The girls were named Ngoc (pronounced "knock") and Kim. In real life, I know this girl named Ngoc Kim, but in my dream it was her and this girl who was supposed to be her sister. Anyway, we were all sitting on my bed, although I don't know how we all fit, and we were playing video games. My TV was on the opposite side of my dresser. Also, before they came over, I was getting dressed because I just got out of the shower. As I was getting stuff together they all walked into my room without knocking. For some reason, this wasn't embarrassing, and I had all my clothes on. I was just surprised that they were here so early. I wrote down in my dream journal "Emily door." I don't know if the Emily is my dog or my neighbor, but either way I don't remember what it means.

Then, I was in my backyard, and there were a lot of people over. There was a long table with a turntable and lots of food by the horse shoe pits. There was also a very large tree in the middle of the yard. The people were there for the performance I had to put on, but the show had to be at the top of the tree. So we rigged up these ropes and pulleys all over the tree, and when the time was right, we yanked the band up to the top, and they played their music. The first band to go on was Grizzly Bear, and they played "Two Weeks". I don't remember what the second band was. This dream led into this one where there was snow all over our backyard, and Sean and I had to do yard work. The tree was still in the middle of the yard. There was this candy inside the house, and we kept going inside to get candy, and then going back out to work. There was only Swedish Fish left or something, and we weren't allowed to have that, so we had to eat this really sour candy.

Still sick, so no WBTB. No LD.

We'll go from vague to vivid on this one.

There was one part that had something to do with Jenn, and a phone or something.

I remember one part I was in the old house, and we had this puppy, and it was defective or something, so I threw it in the trash. I remember seeing the trash wriggle around as the puppy was jumping around inside. Don't worry it was DE that it was not a real puppy, so no pets were harmed in the dream. Then I went to the living room to watch TV with Sean. We had a crap ton of channels, and we put on something about music, or boxing. Something like that.

There was also this part where Brian, Mom, and I were in this multicolored hotel. Each wall had a different color, and the color was bright and very solid, like Microsoft Paint colors. The place was very blocky as well, so every time the walls would curve or something, they instead formed a corner, and a whole new flat surface. And each flat surface was a different color. Magenta, lime green, and yellow are the first ones that come to mind. Anyway, These bad guy(s) with gun(s) were coming to the hotel. Brian tried to stop them, but was unsuccessful. I called 911, and I told them I was at this hotel, and they said they were on their way. But when I hung up, I realised that I never actually told them the address of the hotel. There was also this one part with cartoon characters or something.

Then, I had a pretty interesting dream where I had a bunch of pets, and they were all Pokemon. This part of the dream took place in my house (I was living on my own) and it was late at night, raining outside, and very dark. I was in the kitchen, and the only light that allowed me to see was from the moonlight outside, and it bathed the kitchen in a dim light, but the color wasn't pale. It was more like there was just a dim light on inside the house. The one half of the kitchen was vaguely reminiscent of the kitchen in my current house, but with some alteration in the position of the cabinets. the second half was completely made up. If I face away from the counters and cabinets, I could walk forward and go through a doorway on the left, which led to a hallway and stairs instead of a living room like usual. There were only walls on the right of me, and past the door was a white fridge, not unlike the fridge I used to have in my old house. Beyond the fridge was a window, and it was darker than you could imagine outside, yet this was the window that let the light in, strangely enough. The only Pokemon I remember seeing were Rattata and Zapdos. I looked over by where the fridge was and noticed that Zapdos was laying motionless on the floor. Next to him was the Rattata. Anyway I wasn't sad that my favorite Pokemon died because I thought, "Hell, I'll just make another one." I know there was a part where I had this cook book-like instructional guide on how to build another Zapdos, and his legs were a main ingredient, but I don't remember much else. Anyway the next part of this dream had nothing to do with the first part, but you could tell it took place in the same setting, with the same vibe in the air, and the same dark night. Mom found out she had cancer, and she came into my room to tell me. My room had a BUNCH of posters everywhere, but they were all the same, but they were giving off a more "decoration" vibe than useless posters. Sean and Brian were in my room as well. I asked Mom how we would be able to afford treatment. Then she told me we would have to move very far away because of all of this. Then there was this weird part where there was this weird visual filter that made it so you could see sound via waves. So if you heard a C note, you saw this metal wire wave across your vision in the correct frequency.

The last dream I had started out with Darth Vader and I, along with some mutual friend, and we were in this restaurant. The place was very spacious, and had a lot of TVs all over the walls, the same way Applebee's has knick-knacks all over their walls. The spaces where you could see the walls were light blue, and there were also giant windows in which you could see outside. The table we were sitting at was square and very small. Darth Vader and I were play-fighting with fake light sabers, and I swear I chopped off his arm like ten times. We got into an argument about this he told me he has this invisible shield that covers most of his front upper torso, and his hands were in that area, so they didn't get chopped off. I said he should have mentioned this in the first place. Then I was outside in a bunch of snow with class at school. We had to slide things down this hill into this little mound of snow for some reason. Then I was in school, and it was the second day, so everyone was still getting used to their schedules. The school was set up differently, but oddly, it was the same setup as in a previous dream. The main hallway was unnecessarily wide, as was the lunch room. In my dream, I was a pretty popular guy, like in middle school. Anyway, I was still used to the schedule I had the year before, so instead of going to class, I went to lunch. In my dream, Kate, Stephanie, and Jenn were all best friends or something. I was sitting in lunch for a while, and I realised this wasn't where I was supposed to be, and I looked up at Kate, Stephanie, and Jenn, and I said something like, "Oh no! I didn't miss much did I?" or, "This isn't the right class, is it?" I got up and went to my real class, which was this elective writing class. Kyle was in this class (why does he feel the need to make a cameo appearance in all of my dreams?) and so was Cassandra. Our assignment was to draw these UFO's and a lot of people were copying each other, even though we had a template to copy. Cassandra came up to me, and said something about the assignment, or made some sort of joke. Then, I was thinking about something (it wasn't important) and then Kate, Stephanie, and Jenn, who were also in the class looked at me. Jenn said, "Is everything alright?" It's interesting that this happened because in real life, back in 9th grade, I felt like my friends were ditching me (spoiler: they were) and I never found out why. I'm sure it was nothing personal. It was more like we just drifted apart. But anyway, I was spacing out one say in class thinking about this, and Jenn asked me if I was alright. I had a huge crush on Jenn at the time, and I didn't want to seem like a debbie downer, so I said, "No, I'm fine, why?" She said, "Because you look worried." I replied with, "No, I'm good." I always wondered what would have happened if I actually talked to her about it. But anyway, in the dream, I responded with one of those wobbly hand signs that mean, "Ehhh...kinda so-so." Then I said, "Not really," and they gave me this worried look. Since I was actually feeling fine, I reassured to them, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me, I'm good." Only this time, I meant it.

Feels good, man.

Oh, also in the same dream, Iyannah and Martha were in the class, and both were really hot, but they were sisters, and both of their names were Ibouku, and they had different last names. Martha caught me staring at her, and she thought I had a crush on her.

I don't mean to bring my personal life onto here, I just felt the dream needed explaining.

No WBTB because I needed my rest, and I tried MILD, but no LD.

First, I remember there was this crazy, deranged, disturbed, dangerous, wizard serial killer on the loose. Like he had the power of the devil or something. I don't remember his name, but it had the number 18 at the end. He was very tall, and kinda big, and he had very curly brown hair. At the end of this dream segment, he came into our house (I think it was DE that only I knew he was evil) and I shook his hand to meet him, and he seemed like a nice guy.

Next, I was in a boat with Radiohead (I don't know why they keep showing up in my dreams, I don't like them that much) and my mom and her friend, Debbie, were in a boat ahead of us. My mom was writing down on this paper things that we were going to order from this pizza place. We had a bunch of stuff on the list, and then my mom puts the list (it was a notebook) in the water, so it would float to us, and we could write what we want. But since the drift was pushing us backwards, the list moved forward, away from us, and we had to start over. There was also this part where Debbie and her daughter were in this weird abandoned warehouse.

Then, I was in school, but it was just this hall with a bunch of tables, like a lunch room, but it wasn't a lunch room. It was like a conversation hall or something. I wrote "convention" in my dream journal, so I guess it was that. Anyway, I was sitting next the Kate, and across from me was Rebecca. There was a TV near our table, and we were about to watch something. I got up and walked around. I found Lawrence (that annoying kid from that other dream) and I found out he was getting his life together, and he had a job. I was actually happy for him, and he pointed to his girlfriend, who looked like a dude, and I said, "Boy she's hot," just to humor him. Anyway, I went to sit down again, and everyone had these lists. On them was like a catalog of things we could watch I think. The list was set up like a chart, and it looked more like it listed classes and such rather than movies or something. Either way, I noticed that each column was a different category, like on any normal list, with things like names of classes, numbers, and other boring things. But then I noticed that one column mention Lulu (In regard to the Metallica/Lou Reed album) and that each category had obscenities rather than boring statistics, like "tits" and "rape". I thought this was funny because it stood out, and I laughed out loud. Kate said, "What's so funny?" I explained the whole thing to her, but she didn't get it. Eventually we were watching the TV, and it was this weird movie that would sound like the Matrix if I explained it here, but it wasn't anything like that. In the movie, one part had Madonna materialise without her clothes on, and then gradually, her clothes materialised onto her. I made a joke saying, "In real life, Madonna's clothes don't usually go back on that easily."

I might have had another false awakening. I remember writing down in my dream journal the events of the Radiohead/boat dream. Actually now that I think about it, I woke up, and I was thinking of what to put down, but I was doing it with my eyes closed, and I started to fall asleep thinking about it. So I wrote down a bunch of stuff, then I realised I was falling asleep, or I fell asleep, or something...then I woke up and had to write it all again. I don't know...I'm not counting this one as a false awakening.

The next dream was more vivid. The first part was that I was this hero or something, and I had to fight Wolverine, who was the villain. We were in this room with a section of floor, but then parts that dropped off to spikes down below. I kept knocking Wolverine into the spikes, and I almost killed him, or I killed his partner (I don't really know) by crushing their head. Then Wolverine retreated. I was left in the room with the Penguin from Batman, and he took a notice to the walls of the room, which were made of trees. The walls had large scratches in them, and the Penguin mentioned, "I remember when I got these scars," as if the scratches on the wall were scars on his person. Just then, the scratches started to bleed. The Penguin looked at me and said it was amazing that I didn't have any scars on my face (presumably from fighting so much). Then I exited the room from this high-up balcony. Suddenly I was in a Hogwarts-esque school, and I had to get to class, and I was late because I was fighting Wolverine. When I got to the class room, which actually looked a lot like something from Harry Potter, I noticed that Wolverine was my teacher, and we had to put on this act because no one was supposed to know that he was evil, and I was a hero. In this part of the dream, I was a very Harry Potter-like character, but I was Harry Potter. For example, I was pretty well known, and I didn't know anything about the world of magic because I was raised by muggles. I entered the classroom, and Wolverine mentioned the next page of the text book that we had to read. Since I was late, he chose for me to read it. I hurried to my seat as the class watched me, and made fun of me. I took out my text book, and tried to remember what page he said. I asked the kid next to me, and he refused to tell me, so I looked at his book. Apparently, this was enough to prove his point, as Wolverine didn't have me read the passage. There was something very off about the social norms of this place, as well. Then this girl across from me, told me to scoot this stool over to her. I did it, assuming it was hers. Well, it turned out to be this popular girl's stool, and she yelled at me for giving it to some "unpopular pig." I looked at her and said in frustration, "Well, I don't know! I was just introduced to magic! How am I supposed to know who's stool it is?!" As if it had something to do with magic. The unpopular girl kicked it back over to me, and I kicked it over to the popular girl, who was at a table in the row in front of me. She went to stop it with her foot, but when she did, it shattered into pieces. She looked at me, like she was going to blame it on me. I stood up and screamed at her, "YOU kicked it! YOU broke it!! YOU'RE AN IDIOT!!!" I was very tired of everyone making fun of me. Then for some reason, the whole incident was forgotten as one of the students was whispering to a friend about how there's a rumor going on that their teacher might be the one with "the metal hands" (referring to Wolverine's claws. Remember, it was kept secret). Wolverine overheard them and said to the class in a reassuring and parental tone, like an uncle to a nephew, "No, I am not the metal man." Then one of the kids mentioned syphilis. Don't ask me why, but it was DE that this was a good thing. It wasn't referring to any disease, but rather just a likable trait. Anyway, everyone knew that the metal man had syphilis, and one of the kids mentioned that their teacher, Wolverine also had syphilis. In an effort to mess with his students in a playful way, he mentioned, "But I DO have syphilis. I don't know, kids, maybe I AM the metal man after all." He was very charismatic with the students. Then, suddenly we were doing this experiment. Wolverine turned off the lights, and we had to observe these jars. In the jars, there were apples, and applesauce with cinnamon, but it was DE that it was sand, and a sand storm. We had to observe what was happening, and anything important that we saw. Like I mentioned earlier, the social norms were very strange. It was frowned upon to work outside of a group, although everyone in my group wasn't talking to each other. After observing, Wolverine turned the lights back on, and he asked the class what they saw. People were raising their hands, and mentioning things like the colors, and the shapes, but not the obvious. I went to raise my hand to mention that there as a storm inside the jar. But people got mad at me, and Wolverine called on the top kid in class. He mention other things but not the storm. Then Wolverine called on this kid in the front who had to pay the top kid in class to be able to say the correct answer, which was the storm.

The last part of the dream was only a fragment. It had something to do with a computer program that was essentially a bicycle kit, and the name of it was this pun for bikes, but I'm sure it wouldn't make sense in waking reality, even if I did remember what it was.

I had an involuntary WBTB when I woke up with a fever at 6:30 AM. I had to force myself to write down a few key words in my dream journal, but then I dropped my pen, and I wasn't going to get up to find it.

First, I was in the old house, which was a lot bigger. There had been word of a plane that was going to drop this bomb. I think the bomb was supposed to cleanse the area, like it was a good thing, but it also had potential to be dangerous. The whole neighborhood was sitting outside on our lawn, and they were worried that a second degree flood was going to happen, and if it did, we would all die because there would be no one to save us. Brian told us to gather just the important items, and to close and lock all of the windows and doors. Only the front door was left open. Then we heard the sounds of plane approaching. I looked out the front door to see an incredibly low flying airplane that flew away from our house, so it would have come from the backyard. It was a pretty amazing sight. I also saw an insignia on the plane that indicated that this was the one that would drop the bomb. When it was out of sight, we all felt a big rumble. The plane had dropped the bomb in our backyard. We all hit the deck, and I remember worrying that it was going to be deadly. The bomb exploded and an orange gas swiftly rushed past us and the house from the backyard.

Then I was playing this Super Nintendo game that looked like it could have been on the Playstation 2. It looked like the guy from Uncharted, but it wasn't, and the game was that you had to shoot these alien monster things that were following you around, but the catch was that everything was almost in pitch black. This dream then shifted to first person, and I was the guy. I was in this room that had three paths to choose from. While I was deciding which way to go, I had to keep charging this gun and shooting the monsters that came at me from the right. Since the right path was almost pitch black, and the forward path was cold and icy, and the back path is where I came from, I chose to go left. It was a lot brighter in this path, and part of the game was that you can subdue enemies and then take control of them. At one point, the dream cut to a shot of me in a room with Mom and Brian, and I was playing the game. There was also this one part where there was this tourist attraction in these ruins, which I'm guessing took place in the same setting as the video game. The tourist attraction was this really long zip line that crossed this very large body of water. On the zip line were carts that you had to stand on and hold onto this pole so you don't fall into the water that was like a mile down. Below in the water was a giant, swirling whirlpool. It was a very unsafe tourist attraction.

There was a small part of a dream where Finn and Jake from Adventure Time were dream sharing and having an adventure in it. Then Finn said, "Yo dude, I gotta go to the bathroom." Then they woke up. There was also this glimpse of the Futurama characters looking down this gigantic hole in the ground.

Every time I woke up throughout the night, I would still be in a slight dream state, and I would get another "letter" of a band name or something. It was weird. There were a lot of dreams that involved bands this night. I don't remember them specifically though.

The last one I remember is that Sean and I had a babysitter, and she was really hot, and I decided to make a move, so when she was going to meet me in the bathroom (I don't know why) I went there first and stripped naked so she would walk in on me with no clothes on. She never came, and I was waiting for some time. I got annoyed, got dressed, and went to see what was taking her so long. She was making sandwiches in the kitchen, like hoagies and whatnot. I said fuck it, and I went to the living room to go sit down. The furniture was all rearranged, and it was DE that my mom did this. Sean and I were complaining that the way it was arranged was stupid because now you had to walk around everything, because it was all in the way, and for some reason the arrangement was making it physically hard to sit down. Sean was playing Pokemon Red, and I was watching. In the dream, it was in first person, and I mentioned that it was a lot different than Yellow Version, which is a top down game.

There was also a dream that had a hotel room, but that's all I know.

No MILD, no WILD. I tried WBTB, and I was so tired that I don't really remember it.

And I honestly have no idea if I had a lucid dream or not.

First, I had a dream that St. Vincent (musician) brought us Chinese food after we ordered it. It was pretty cool. Then there was something to do with Metal Gear Solid.

Then, there was this part where Ephraim and I were walking around this carnival place, and I know a girl was involved, but I can't remember who. There was also this band that I think he was a part of. We sat down to eat with them at one part.

The last vague dream I had was that Brian and Mom were working on something, and they really made progress ,so they invited me outside to see. But, the thing is, there was nothing there. They brought to the backyard, but it was this really small concrete backyard with fences all around to other really small concrete backyards. It was like a backyard in Philly. There was snow everywhere. It was so deep in some spots that it came up to my thigh. Brian handed me some raw eggs. For some reason, we were throwing them at the ground. I remember stepping forward to the middle of the backyard, and worrying that my shoes were going to get snow in them. The wall of the building next to us was brick, and definitely not our house. Anyway, after we cracked some eggs on the snow, I got bored and was going to just throw mine as far as I can, when Brian advised against it. I said I was only going to throw it and see if it hit a house, and the dream ended there.

Next, I was in this very big city. The best description would be Isle Delfino from Super Mario Sunshine, but it was a lot more open, and realistic. This part of the dream was very brief and in third person. I was on top of this bridge looking at the far end of the city. I saw a DE villain.

All of a sudden, I found myself in my old house. I was in my mom's room, and I got up and went to my own room. I got this sheet music for...I forget what song. Anyway, I went back to my mom's room, and the villain was there on my mom's bed. He wasn't so much a villain as he was just some random guy that had DE bad intentions. He didn't do anything though. Anyway, I asked him what he was doing here, and he said he was going on vacation. I sighed and went back to my room. I got a change of clothes (one change of clothes) and brought it back to my mom's room. I threw the clothes on the bed and sat down as the room started to move. It was like how when ships leave the harbor, and in those movies where the characters make it just in time and they jump onto the ramp up to the boat. Well, the whole room started to move outward, as if it was leaving a harbor. I got a little worried, and got up and went to the hallway. I asked the guy when we would be back from vacation. He replied with, "A forest." I clarified, "No, WHEN are you coming back?" I walked back into the room, and knew I still had little time to make a decision. He replied with, "Oh, I don't know. I was thinking some time around...April?" I screamed, "APRIL!?" Was this guy nuts? I had stuff to do today! I grabbed my clothes, and ran back to the hallway just as the ramp to the room was too far away. I told him if he got bored, there is sheet music I printed out and left on the bed. He immediately took interest to it, and laid on his stomach to read it. He may have been able to read the tune without an instrument.

This next part is pretty confusing, and slightly frustrating. You see, I was in the old house watching TV I think. Ashley was sitting next to me on the couch, and I was on the end by the window. I may have been eating a meal as well. I stopped for a second. I looked at my hands. "One, two three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Okay now the other ha-wait a minute..." I stood up and looked at Ashley, "Am I dreaming?" She looked right at me and said, "Well, yes." I immediately remembered to rub my hands together to make the dream more vivid, which it did, and I constantly told myself I was dreaming as to not lose my lucidity.

Now this may seem all fine and dandy, but I'm not sure this was actually a lucid dream. At most, I'd say it was the least lucid one could ever be, or not lucid at all. I say this because I didn't remember it upon waking, and I wasn't "conscious" per se. It felt more like I was going through the motions, as if the dream was just telling me that, "Oh you usually look at your hands first, then you were supposed to rub them together, etc." Not to mention, the dream sequence ended as soon as I rubbed my hands together. It went straight into the next dream, and I didn't remember the other one, and I wasn't "lucid" in any sense. My biggest thing, though, is that I wasn't "thinking", but rather it felt more like the dream was doing the thinking for me, if that makes any sense.

I also may have had a false awakening. I think after this fake lucid dream, I went to my dream journal and wrote down the events of the bed/vacation dream. It was so vivid, and clear, that when I actually woke up, I looked at my dream journal and was confused how there wasn't anything about the dream.

Anyhow, the final dream took place in a set-up-differently school. I was in the principal's office, visiting, as I had already graduated. I was to meet with the principal, or was also the president of the United States of America. So the character kept morphing from George Washington to Dr. Morris, my principal from 5th grade, and back. Anyway, I felt honored, and went over to meet her/him. When I got to where they were, they showed me a computer screen. They said that this was the upcoming picture prompt test, and since I graduated already, I could see it. The picture came up, and It was the cast of The Magic School bus, and Arthur, climbing on these statues of animals. They were at the zoo. Then the principal looked at me and said, "Is this something you would be able to write a story on?" I said, "Yeah, I would be worried that the kids will just write about The Magic School bus, and not something original." She agreed and said she thought the same thing, and we needed to think of a way around that problem. I suggested that we get a bunch of random kids together, and we find statues like the ones in the picture, and we take their pictures individually, so that we could imitate the picture. She said, "I hope you aren't serious about that idea." I realised that it sounded a bit creepy, but I persisted, "Yes, I was serious. We could pull it off." Just then, I was in the presence of Green Day. The drummer wasn't there, though, and the bass player was playing a keyboard. The singer started up a song, and I remember thinking that this song has flute in it (DE song), and I wondered how they would pull it off. Just when the flute would come in, the bass player started playing the part on the keyboard. The flute's part was to play harmonies with the singer's tune, and it worked pretty well. Then, the band vanished, and I was left to mess around with the keyboard. I noticed that some keys light up, and I was supposed to hit them in order. I turned to this guy next to me, and I was like, "Is it like Simon? Or do I just hit whatever?" He didn't say anything, and I turned back to the keyboard. Hank Hill, from King Of The Hill, was on every key now, and I turned to the guy I asked about the keys, and said, "I love King Of The Hill. It's such an under-rated show. He turns to me, and in the most arrogant, condescending voice says, "Oh god! King Of The Hill is the worst sho I have ever seen. I can't believe you watch it." Then Lenny walked up (SUPER religious kid). It was DE that they were in the same club, and that they weren't allowed to like King Of The Hill or something. So I figured Lenny would feel the same way, so I walked away.

I was still in the school, but now I was trying to get...somewhere I don't even remember. Anyway, I was wearing this back pack with a yellow sign on the back that said: YES. This short kid behind me had one that had a red sign on the back that said: NO. It was like there were tow sides to a big argument in the school or something. We were running up these stairs, and he was following behind me. So this short, annoying kept trying to get close and trip me from behind. I was getting annoying, and started to skip steps, he followed suit, and now when he got close, I would grab onto the railing, and jerk myself backwards, so I would hit him as he tried to run up to me. Eventually, this kid behind me went for gold, and hopped up onto my back pack (he was small enough). I freaked out, and leaned back, so that he would fall off. I was successful, and I turned around to see this kid very violently and painfully smack his head on the railing with his full body weight, and then tumble down the stairs to a landing. I felt extremely bad, and went up to the kid and said, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Are you alright? I'm really, really sorry." He got up, like it was nothing, and prepared to fight me for knocking him off of me. I knew he was no threat so I said, "Go ahead, hit me. We'll be even." I took off my back pack, and positioned myself so that he would hit my right shoulder. He took a bunch of swings, and repeatedly and swiftly hit me on my shoulder. I faked, "Ooooowww, oh you got me. Shit that hurts. Alright see ya." I put my back pack on and left on the other side of the landing, which had a ramp down to a door, which led to a hallway. I walked along the hallway thinking that I probably ruined that kid's whole day. I got to the lunch room. It was set up so differently, that I can't really call it a lunch room. We didn't eat, but we chose where we got to sit, and it was more like an auditorium. As I walked up to the doors to the room, there was a lot of commotion going on. I saw some chick kiss this Ed kid I knew. Then I saw this other dude kiss Ed. It wasn't gay in the dream, it was actually more like a joke because he couldn't get a kiss from the girl because she was dating Ed, so he kissed Ed on the cheek so he could get a taste of the girl. I walked into the room, and saw a bunch of rows or wooden seats. It was reminiscent of a congressional hall, but everything was bright, and school-vibed.

Woke up after that.

This night, I thought to myself that I hoped I didn't remember many dreams because I would have a lot to write the next morning. Well, my wish came true.

I tried WBTB, to no avail.

The first thing I remember was that Grandmom, Uncle Tom, Dad, and Grandpop were all in the same room. There was something very dramatic in the air, and Dad was lying about something very serious. It involved a red book that was on the cabinet. The setting was my grandparents house on my mom's side of the family, but they have since moved out of there. My dad's lies had something to do with his mom. I woke up in the middle of the night after this dream, and I decided not to write it down, because it was a pretty disturbing dream, the way it was presented, and I didn't want to remember it. I remembered it anyway.

Then, there was a long-winded dream about Metroid (gotta love me some Metroid). This one was the best one is a while, but sadly, I didn't write enough down to remember it. I know there were bits where you controlled the ship in first person, but that's about it. This took place at the old house, too, and I wrote down "Sean", "Grandmom" (I don't know which one), and "Mom."

Then I woke up for the WBTB, and I went back to sleep after writing about the Metroid dream. I should stay up longer.

I had this dream where, I was (well, I was really just watching) Dee from Always Sunny In Philadelphia. The gang was trying to put on this show for these hobos, and they rehearsed some music. Dee was playing guitar, and didn't learn the ending of any of the songs, and they were going to play three. Right before they went on, Dee went up to Mac and said, "Look, just play the first two, and I'll play the last one alone." She was going to improvise what she didn't know. The first two songs went off without a hitch. The crowd loved it. The last song however, which was Asilos Magdalena by The Mars Volta, had some issues. Since I was (sort of) Dee, she knew how to play the song, but forgot the rest of it. What's worse is that the guitar kept flipping around and was backwards for a lot of the song. Luckily, she managed to get into this groove of an A minor, then a C major, then she played a solo to it.

The last dream I had took place in my current house. Brian was watching TV, and I had to go to the bathroom (number 2. It's relevant). The house was very messy, as if we were renovating the whole place, and the kitchen had a checkered black and white style rather than its usual pale tile. I went to the bathroom by the kitchen, but there was renovating in there, too. the normal toilet was taken out, and sitting in the corner, and it was replaced by this impossibly small toilet that only mice would be able to fit on. This room also had black and white checkered tiles on the floor, and the walls were all blue. The door to the bathroom turned into these double doors, with slanted slats in them, so that you could see out if you looked up, but not if you looked down. When I woke up I realised that these were the doors that were to the bathroom closet in the old house. Anyway, I was really having a predicament, since I had to go terribly, but I couldn't because of the toilet. So I yelled for my mom, so she could bring me some toilet paper, although I don't know what good that would have done me. At this point, I am pressing my hand against my ass so that this turd doesn't pop out, because it's getting really loose. My mom shows up and I realise that she can't see anything. Her eyes looked like Neo's from The Matrix when he gets his eyes burnt (the third movie), but it was DE that her eyes looked like this because she was getting an eye version of a pedicure done.

Then I woke up, happy as hell I didn't have to shit in real life.