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In one of my dreams I was a woman of Polish origin but not myself, living in Russia. A man who was an authority figure of sorts offended Polish honor when speaking to me, and I had to defend it by proclaiming how honorable Polish patriots were. I had the sense that he did that on purpose though because he wanted to hear my defense. Then I broke in somewhere and he caught me, and I had the choice of going to jail or working for him and his people as a thief. As my first assignment I had to steal a loaf of bread and a box of blueberries. I was then paid six crumbs of bread and two blueberries. When I objected, he pointed out to me how hungry the other people in the room looked, and I stopped objecting.

A boy, not my son but close to my older son in age, was organizing a book sale in front of his house with his mom, and I was helping with the book sale. The boy had made a huge sign, saying "Dirty Books." When I saw it I laughed. He asked why I laughed, I explained that this word had another meaning from what he meant. When he asked what the meaning was though, I gave him some sort of nonresponse. Later at the book sale, a man came to look for our "dirty books", when he found out that the sign was a kid's mistake though, he took it with good humor, and even decided to buy a Nero Wolf mystery book (note: even Nero Wolf mysteries I would not expect at an elementary school aged kid's book sale, but in the dream that did not bother me). I said that today will perhaps mark an unexpected revival of popularity of Nero Wolf books.

In this dream my husband told me that our bank accounts were going to expire in half an hour, and that we could not make it there on time. He seemed optimistic though that all it would take would be some paperwork the next day. Meanwhile I worried that all our savings were gone. I arrived at the bank, but there were different doors with confusing labels that had nothing to do with money. So I left and called my husband and said that I had failed to go to the bank, and could he go revive our accounts. I do vaguely remember though that then we were at the bank meeting together. At first it looked like my fear was going to prove correct that we had lost all out money, but then I pointed out to the bank that our home's mortgage was with their bank, and if we don't have any money, we cannot make our mortgage payments, and then they seemed more interest in reviving our accounts.

I saw my high school classmates. We were in my hometown. Writing materials. There was a bus. We were going somewhere. To college?

I went back quickly to get something from our 'house' (used to be a convenience store near our house IRL, but now an empty warehouse). I saw a thief breaking in. I was able to drive him away. He looked like a lanky teenager, brown-skinned (topless?) with curly hair. The room was dark, but the light from the sun outside gave me those details. I wasn't able to see his face, which was mostly indoors.

I approached the police officers across the street and told them what happened, even though the whole thing was visible. They said something along the lines that, yeah, those things happen. I was no longer sure if I wanted to join the others in the trip.

NOTE: Wrote this around 12 hours after the dream, from squiggles.

No, Adam Ant didn't pop up.

I had a lot of dreams this day and perhaps I'll remember a great many of them! These aren't necessarily all in the order they happened, Though I do recall the Love Bug one was before the Thief one and the Flounder one before those two.

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> (Not sure about this one) I may have been driving and then I thought of "Leisure Suit Larry: Magna Cum Laude" (Which is a video game I never played) As I was on a road that curved to the left.

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> In a city or town and I recall something about a theatre

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> Flounder from The Little Mermaid was under the sea and so was I (In thought), Then Flounder was in seaweed and then something I'm not posting here happened.

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> In a boat that I had to defend from people gunning us from an airplane, But my guns were inside the ship and I was shooting the ship instead of shooting at the plane. I then went in an elevator down lower into the ship with someone else and was hoping I wouldn't go into a flooded part of the ship.

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> Then, It was like Who Framed Roger Rabbit and The Three Stooges met The Love Bug in Winter. I saw a Love Bug that was like the cartoon car in the Roger Rabbit movie on the interior, Somewhat (The "THIS LEVER, STUPID" Sign was in there) and several characters including Jessica Rabbit were holding on to the rear of the car and were standing on the bumper as it drove through a snowy area and then they fell off as they drove around my house by the front porch; There wasn't a fence so the car had room to drive. Someone got off the car and ran near the porch as someone was talking to him - This may have been Me or Curly who was running. At some point my mother said "That's funny" As this was a movie or short movie I was watching, At least at one point.

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> Later, I was in a city and drove to a place I may have thought was a movie theatre. I passed it and had to make a U-turn in a place where it was legal to go back, Then I went in to the garage by driving my car in and it was actually a place in which people just wanted to steal my money and credit cards and cell phone and what possessions the girlfriend in my dream (Who was blond, Had short hair and resembled the woman involved in the lawsuit in the movie Liar Liar) So, I put the windows down in the 1985 Jaguar XJ6 (For some reason I saw from the back seat as the driver's side windows went down) And I started to just throw my money out the window. I didn't give my credit cards or cell phone as I hesitated and didn't want to give them (Though I should give them if I have a dream like this again) and at one point I brought out some reproduction money (And the color yellow comes to mind here) in a stack and asked if they wanted it, One man who was a bit tall and perhaps muscular and also blond with short hair and without a beard or mustache or glasses in a blue shirt said "Naw" (Note; The interior of this garage resembled a garage I know) And I put the reproduction money in the center console in the car while saying something like "Yeah, It's reproduction money." I then got a receipt for the transaction (Do thieves print receipts?) And it said how much money I gave as opposed to how much money they would've billed me, Perhaps only if they weren't thieves? Anyway, The price would've been $18.90 or so and what was given was $72.50 - This may have included what my girlfriend gave which was her entire wallet, Despite the fact she was wearing something that resembled leopard spots. Then I put the car in drive and began to go forward and the door in front of me raised up to show another car in there, So I asked how to get out and I reversed. I saw a bald caucasian man sitting nearby. I then went out a door on the front of the building on the right instead of the left one I entered, Passed a red Caravan which was parked but i think was on and waved to Larry who owned the thieving place and who was walking near the van - He had dark hair and a short beard and mustache and a blue long-sleeved shirt and no glasses and short hair and perhaps had darker skin than I have so maybe he was Mexican - And I paused but then said "Nice seeing you, Larry! See ya!" And I think he waved before I drove away. (Note - At this point I'm not sure I was entirely in a "car" that wasn't transparent.)

Then I was in something resembling a particular Walmart parking lot and I was on a skateboard, Getting rather good at it compared to how I was (I could turn fairly easily and thought I'd be able to learn, Too) And I saw a few people nearby, One who was an old woman and then the asphalt was grass and I met another guy on a skateboard; He was wearing a hat, I think, And was wearing red and didn't have a beard or mustache or glasses and had short hair too and I started talking about food with him. I talked to him and we may have started talking about our journeys, I mentioned three types of food and then french fries and I think he was salivating then.

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For some reason this morning while I was AFK from typing this, I was thinking of D. Boon of the Minutemen (A band.) Perhaps he has to do with a dream?

The last dream I wrote down was the last; I was awake in-between some of the dreams I wrote and that's one of them.

The name "Larry" In this DJ recurred thrice, I think; First there's Leisure Suit Larry then there's Larry from The Three Stooges who comes to mind but I don't think I saw, And then there's Larry the Thief.

Another note: I suggest for you DJ writers to write a draft for online-posting down in a Notepad document while saving it at points and then copy it on here. That way, If you also keep a log on your computer you can remove things from the online post if you wish to instead of adding details you wish to keep offline to the offline post.

[Home from work around 3pm. Sleep from 3:15pm to 9:15pm - deep sleep without dreams. Sleep again at 12:15am, alarm set 4am. Woke with no dream memory and back to sleep immediately. Woke around 6am.]

Dream 1
Finally, I get to take a nice hot bath and just relax for a bit. My tiny cat Harley is sitting in her usual spot on the side of the tub staring at the water. Suddenly, she overcomes her fear of water and just jumps in! She's so cute, swimming around in little circles but as she settles down and just sits in the water, I start to panic the water level might go over her nose and she would drown. I drain a bit of water from the tub and almost regret it as the chilly air hits my skin. She must have felt it too because she climbs up onto my chest and curls into a wet, furry ball. Perfect, I can get some more water back in here now.

Dream 2
I'm living in my grandmother's house again and my bedroom is downstairs. I just bought a futon and want it set in front of the TV, so the room needs a little rearranging. Time to take a break and get some homework done. There's a paper due in History in three days, so probably time to look at that. Looking at the assignment for the first time, the question follows a "what would you do if" kind of format but the scenario is incredibly vague. How close to this scenario do I have to stick? Can I change the plot? Characters? What we're doing? There's no way I can write it like this. [For the life of me I cannot remember what the question was, but I was having a lot of trouble!] Well, at least it only has to be three pages long. I'll just ask the instructor tomorrow and bang it out. Mouth falling open, I realize I've made a gross mistake. The paper isn't 3 pages long, it's 23 pages! Oh. My. God. NO way I can get this done in time. Panic sets in.

Dream 3
Finally given the opportunity to open my own business, I open a drive thru restaurant from my bedroom window. Aaron, my latest trainee from the manager program, is working with me as well. The night has been slow, business-wise, until about 5 minutes before closing. I would love to serve the guy, but he's driving a semi-truck and there is NO WAY that's fitting in the drive thru. After explaining that to the driver, he gets very irate and demands I bring out some coffee. To appease him, I ask Aaron to get him a cup.
"But we ran out of coffee, remember?"

Oh shit! He's right! "Then give him some food. Just something to get him out of here."

"Bitch! I don't want any god damn food. I ASKED for coffee! You dumb or something?!"

At this point I am tired and in no mood to deal with this guy. Starting to lose grip on my temper. "Sir, there is no need to be rude. I'm very sorry, I do not have any coffee right now. I am more than happy to get you something else but if you are going to continue yelling at me, you can leave. Thank you."

I close the window, lock up, and turn the lights off. Hearing the guy peel out of the parking lot, I double check to make sure he's gone but now there is two more semi-trucks outside. What the fuck? Half hour later, now that everything is clean and we are ready to leave, the two trucks are still outside. Seeing me, the drivers get out and walk towards me. They look very similar - mid 20s, maybe 6 feet tall, shaggy brown hair, light skin, dark eyes - so I conclude they are brothers.

One in a leather jacket starts hitting on me and dropping cheesy lines which his brother find hilarious. Thoroughly annoyed at his obnoxiousness, I curtly tell them, "We're closed and I'm going home. Night." The second brother threatens to do damage to the house or something if I do not serve them. Of course, I still refuse.

Out of nowhere, leather jacket man starts throwing up and cannot stop. The brother, and then myself, start to panic.

"Call 911! What's wrong with you?!" For whatever reason, he takes his time picking up the phone. In attempt to calm down Mr. Leather, I sit down and put his head in my lap. However, he then throws up on me and the smell is so ghastly I'm about to be sick.

Fighting to keep it down, I yell again, "Did you call the fucking ambulance? Where is it?" A few minutes later it finally shows up.

The EMT jumps out of the back and yells, "Does he have insurance?" Since when do EMTs ask for insurance?There's no answer so he asks again.

"Yea, yea, of course he does. The card is in his wallet."

He reaches into his brother's pocket but pulls out three wallets. "Wait, is that my wallet?! You guys are thieves! This is why you didn't want to call for help!"

Then I see a small Latino boy by my front door. As the EMT calls the police on the thief, I walk over to the boy, but as I get closer I see he is terrified. "Como te llamas? Como estas?" "Estoy bien..."

He switches over to English and I'm impressed with how intelligent he is and how he has almost no accent. He explains the guy stole something from him, a very fancy painting, and now that he's super sick, the boy is worried he might never get picture back.

"Don't worry hon, I'll find it for you." The scene changes and now the thief is locked in jail. Well, he's not dying at least. I found the picture and gave it back to the young boy. He was so happy and his smile so brilliant with gratitude, I remember seeing sunshine in the background. Dream ends...

Observation
After each dream, I remember retelling each one to someone. I don't know who and they didn't say anything. It seems this happens a lot in my dreams lately. Is this how I might be remembering them so vividly when I wake up? Hmm...

I don't remember much of this one.
The whole city cast in gray, but not that weird purple gray from the Saja dream. Still, it feels familiar. Bare. Like everything is covered in a thin shell of concrete. I'm standing in front of a two foot wide lamp post. Sitting by my feet is a hat box with no lid, also gray. Inside is a crown. It is tarnished gold with a laced pattern, but thick and heavy. I'm supposed to hold it until the angel comes.
I see the angel a ways down the street, he's a blurry and indistinct figure dressed in a black trench coat and tie. I blink and he's 10 feet closer. I stifle a stab of fear and raise my hand in greeting.
When I turn around there's a tall brown haired man standing behind me. He's wearing a sleeveless leather jerkin and no shirt underneath. He puts me on edge, he feels like a threat.
"You waitin' for someone, darlin'?"
"What makes you think I'm waiting for someone?"
He looks amused.
When I glance around the back of the lamp post, checking to see if he's alone, I find a man there dressed all in black and gray. I know he's an honorable man, I know he isn't here with the thief
"Well?" He asks.
"Who would I be waiting for, my husband?" I say this, knowing I'm trying to imply I'm married even though I'm not, just in case he gets the wrong idea. He grins at me, understanding perfectly. He's pretending not to notice the box on the ground. He saunters past it, and I almost miss the motion...he does some sort of fancy trick with his leg. It's quick, and far more stealthy than if he had leaned down to pick up the crown. Still, the motion draws my attention and when I catch a glimpse of the box, the crown is gone.
"Hey, you can't take that!"
He has his body turned to face the sidewalk, so the arm holding the crown like an over-sized bracelet is hidden from view. I reach past him and grab it. He catches a hold of it and we both tug on it for a minute. He lets go when the damn thing becomes warped from the pulling. I look at it, feeling sick. What did he do? Will the angel still take it? Where IS the angel, anyway?
"Fine, you can have the bloody thing. I'm not gonna wrestle a girl over a fake artifact."
"What do you mean? It's not fake..."

Police Chase
The reason why I love dreams like this is because it re-defines what you label as a dream and how you could of got lucid on so many occasions but it feels like you are just observing a sceen. Anyway so the guy off West Coast Customs came to my house and well, I don't remember his name because it's a old show and I don't watch it much. Anyway for some reason in this dream he was hear to evaluate some film equipment, stuff like jackets that were used on set and stuff. The funny thing his that there was another guy in my house, I wasn't even the owner of this stuff but he was still getting it evaluated in my house!
So he asked this guy how he got his hands on Pinewood Kit. And he simply replied with "I stole them" and well he looked very nervous (the reviewer) and said "you can't do that the police will be on you in a second, we have to leave now" and for some reason I was all wound up in this so I had to go as well. I remember hearing police sirens in my head and they got louder as I reached the window but when I looked there was nothing there. Also it's a good time to note that it was night time. The West Coast Customs got in to his Lamborghini Gallardo and shot off. Soon after so did I and the other guy, but I don't know what happened to him because from this point on I didn't see him. And then my whole perspective changed and I was driving a car which I was viewing from a aerial point of view. And it was sort of cartoon but I wouldn't say that it was fully like that. There was police blocks and all that stuff has if a murder had just happened or something like that. And I drove around and they barely even noticed me, but I continued to hear sirens in my dream head. Then I woke up at 4:00am and I really don't feel like going back to sleep

Walking in the city (dream-geography) on a Sunday. Happen upon a bike store with a closing sale. Browse in shop, which is kind of bare. Shopkeeper asks if I'm interested in Trek bikes. I say no, and he proceeds to take me to see some bikes. I was thinking "I bet he'll show me a Trek bike just because he's a salesman." He didn't, but showed me a MTB of some other brand. He tried to convince me that I should have the seat low enough that I could rest both feet flat on the ground while seated, and just to be polite I pretended to agree. He asked if I would be more interested in a road bike, and I said that I ride a fixed-gear road bike. Somehow he knew that I ride 30km (20mi) to work, and was impressed that I ride a fixie. He showed me a weird road bike with a removable rear triangle, which could be re-attached with different lengths to change the wheelbase. Not sure how the chain worked(?). While he was showing me this, two suspicious kids walked in and looked around. I was tempted to talk to them, thinking I could convince them not to steal, but then I got the feeling that the shopkeeper didn't want anyone to do anything, so I watched. They picked up a pair of bright blue ankle-high shoes and walked out. The shopkeeper joked that it would have been impossible to sell those shoes anyway.

Car Theft

I'm in a car with my family. I recognize the license plate of one of the cars in front of us--it's one of our own! The car must have been stolen last time my sister took it for a spin, and now we're following the guy who stole it to see where he takes it. I hope he doesn't notice he's being followed. After a while, he pulls into a parking lot off of the highway. We lose sight of him for a bit, but when we pull into the parking lot a few moments later, we quickly spot the place where the car is parked. I jump out of our car and dash towards the thief, quickly followed by my sisters. The thief--a heavyset man with dark hair--tries to run, but we surround him and get into a fistfight. I have a tendency to wind up my punches for a second or two before throwing them. It's dicey for a few seconds, but in the end we subdue him and frog-march him into the building he had been walking towards before we intercepted him. It's a bar or a restaurant of some kind, run by an ugly, middle-aged woman. There's a police officer inside, but she doesn't want to bother with the criminal. She hands me two pairs of handcuffs, so I can take care of it myself. When somebody asks me what's going on, I proudly reply that "This man is under arrest!" I have a bit of trouble getting the cuffs around his wrists. Fortunately there's a button on the side you can press to release the cuffs and try again, and I get it on my third try. As we're leaving, I realize that the woman who runs the place is probably a car launderer of some kind, one of several in the Chicago area, and she might change locations now that she knows the police suspect her.

Churning

Spoiler for Churning:

I trade devices with a girl my age. We're supposed to do thirty iterations with each device, then pass them back. The device I'm currently working on involves moving a wooden dowel in and out of a wooden ring. I decide to count in groups of three thrusts: ONE-two-three TWO-two-three THREE-two three, etc. I realize about five counts in that this means I only need to count to ten. I decide to count to fifteen, just to impress her, but it turns out to be too much, and I wake up messily.

Game Over

While playing a game (very similar to Skyrim), I come across a cave and decide to explore it. Now, I'm not new to this game, so I'm understandably frustrated when I run into some level 2 creatures inside the cave that JUST WON'T DIE, no matter how many times I hit them with my sword. I figure there must be some special weakness these creatures have that I can exploit, so I try using my fire spell. It works! But I'm low on health, so I run back outside anyway. Some of the creatures follow me, but it turns out they're weak to sunlight as well. They remind me of fireflies, burning in the air. I go back inside the cave, where my cousins have already figured out the secret to defeating the creatures, and are nearing the main room of the dungeon.

In order to exploit this weakness for these creatures, I have to travel without any kind of light source. I feel foolish bumping into walls all the time, so I'm happy to remember that I have Night Eye! Quickly, I switch to it on my favorites menu and activate it. Soon, I'm down in the main room with the rest of the party, which consists of about a dozen of my relatives and neighbors, of various ages. There is a row of five deep, dark alcoves on the upper front wall of the room and swiveling mirrors all around the back. The floor is uneven, and it contains lots of concrete buttons for us to stand on, plus one white button we can push. Clearly, it's a puzzle room. I help the party pick up all the loot in the room, then ponder what to do.

I push the white button. A passage opens in the front wall. I'm second through the opening, after one other guy. It opens into a tall hallway with several 50-foot doors along the right side, all draped with translucent plastic tarp. The other guy seems to have run through the first one, and there are terrifying sounds coming from the room beyond--roars, growls, loud crashes, and the clang of steel. After a few seconds, a boss crashes through the doorway, scattering stone everywhere. It's forty feet tall, with a body that swivels all the way around and sharp appendages, claws, and teeth sticking out in every direction. It hurtles down the hallway away from me, but now there are more of the same kind of creature coming out of the doors from further down the hallway. Dozens of them, headed straight for me. I swear there must be some kind of boss spawner down that direction. A boss spawner!

I don't recall exactly how it ended, but next thing I know, we're back in the puzzle room from before the catastrophe. Clearly I was not supposed to push the white button. Presumably we've got to find a light source and reflect it into the correct alcove(s) on the front wall. Nobody else seems to have the patience for the experiment, though, and before long there's only one other person in the room with me, one of my older female neighbors. We exchange a few words, and then I think she leaves as well.

Loading

I'm exploring a large area of the game map with my dad. He walks straight off the edge, though, and seems to be floating in midair. I'm confused. But then the ground beneath him pops into existence, and I realize there was just a loading error in my game client. We find a series of wooden scaffold-like buildings on the side of a cliff. We split up, and I find a sign that encourages me to try "ladder jumping," which I gather means jumping across a gap in a desperate attempt to grab the ladder on the other side. The sign also explains that this ability was a controversial addition to the game, since Assassin's Creed almost has a copyright on that kind of athletic move. But the sign also explains that the addition was justified, somehow.

02.07.2012

Dream Drive Thru (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember having a dream in where you could go through some sort of drive thru. In this drive thru, you could go anywhere you wanted to go, or have your dreams fulfilled if you like.

At one point I experienced mild dream sleep paralysis.

02.07.2012

It Was an Accident! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was outside my church, standing in the parking lot. A sing le car was parked in front of where I was standing. Suddenly, a man rps open the door of the car and tries to steal the car. I scream, letting someone know nearby what is happening.

A man runs out of nowhere, and flogs the man getting into the car. The thief retreats, and ppulls out a shotugn. He tries to shoot the man after him, but misses. Then he aims for me. I then pull out MY shotgun. The man shoots. I dodge it, and tried to aim for the man. instad, my shaking hand aims for something else.

The other man's crotch.

I pu ll the trigger without realizing. Immediately after, the thief is already hightailing out of the parking lot. Out of my vision.

The man that I shot looked up at me. Rage and anger crossed his face. He started walking towards me. I back away. Then he ran toward me and picked me up by my feet, slniging me over his shoulder. I beat on his back, struggling to get free. He laughed and said, "Let me show you what happens to little girls who shoot me."

"It was an accident!" I yelled, still struggling from his iron grip. Then I broke free, kicking him in the face. I ran as fast as I could the other way. I heard him runningbehind me. He nearly caught the back of my shirt, but I ran faster. I rounded the corner of the church.

A small pool of water appeared in front of me. It was attached to the back of the church, and appeared to be as deeps as a hot tub. Lights illuminated the blue water. I jumped in, hiding under the water so the man wouldn't find me. I wated for a slong as I could, then stuck my head above the water, making sure the coast was clear.

It was, so I got up more. I stood in the water, now feeling its temperature. It did feel like a hot tub. I looked up, and saw two people sitting in the tub, looking at me. A boy and a girl. An uneasy smile crossed my face.

02.07.2012

Where's my Uniform (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Cheer practice was starting soon and I had to be in uniform.

I peeked through the doorway into some room. I wasn't sure where I was.
All of the cheerleaders were standing in the room in a line, facing my coach.

I quickly hurried out looking for my uniform. Eventually my coach got mad at me about it.

02.07.2012

Plane ride (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was on a plane. My dad said that it would take 12 hours to get to our destination. I told him that I would just go to sleep for those 12 hours and pass the time.

I was chilling in my house at night, the lights were off but I could still see. I had a friends with me. (random guy I've never seen before) and we went out on the deck because it was a really pretty night out, warm but not hot, gentle breeze blowing. So we were out there for like an hour, and we go back inside and these thieves have cleaned out my house. I mean they took flashlights, T.V.s guns, But they forgot one rifle. My friend is like "Man let's call the cops." But I didn't listen. I grabbed the rifle and some ammo and trail the guys back to where they live in my car, my friend decided to come along. I caught them getting out of the car and it was a family! In two cars. 2 babies, like 4 guys, a woman, and 2 more guys in the house and another 2 women. So I get out of the car and they're all laughing and stuff. I come up behind the woman and point a gun at her head and tell them to get my stuff. The guy draws a gun on me and the rest of them come out of the house, at this time I don't know where my friend went. All of a sudden everyone except me and my friend vanishes and we take my stuff back and leave. Really weird.

Second dream I was in my house again, and I felt like something was watching me or with me. So I said what I usually say when I feel bad spirits "I encourage the good to defend me, and the evil are not welcome here!" I heard like this growl... It was the creepiest thing ever. It was like a dog but as low as a bass guitar. I begin to feel light headed. So I say again "BEGONE EVIL SPI-" Before I can finish it I hear a scream and at the same time I hear the scream I feint. When I wake, my sister, dad, and step-mom are at the door so I let them in and told them what happened. They are DC's so they didn't care much. Wasn't a nightmare but it was creepy.

I lay down on the floor, getting ready for bed. I was sleeping over at my grandmother's house in the dream, but it wasn't her real house. My sister and I were sleeping in what looked like a large living room. My other sister, Ken, was sleeping in a bed somewhere in the house. So we slept on a pallet on the floor.

I "woke up" at around dawn. My grandmother came running in. She told us there was a thief in the house.

I got up and tiptoed around, my grandmother following me. I didn't hear anything. I looked out of the nearest window, and sure enough there was a hooded figure running through the nearby yard away from the house. He was holding what looked like a Wal-Mart plastic bag.

He ran into a crowd of people going to school. I shot through the hallway, and out the door, determined to catch him. He was walking by now. I darted in front of him.

"What did you take!?" I yelled, trying to get his attention.
He looked up at me. He looked familiar, oddly familiar. He was very tall; much taller than me. His hood almost hid his eyes.
He sighed, then threw the bag down.
"Here," he said. "I don't need it."
He looked at me. I noticed a sad look in his eyes, like he was searching for something.
He turned and walked away, through the crowd.
I stood there, my head spinning. How did I do that? I thought to myself.

I looked inside the bag. There was a shrunken version of my backpack in there, and a couple of books I had at the house.
Well I better go back.

I walked back inside the house. My grandmother and my sisters ran up to me. "Are you okay?" They asked. I said I was fine, but a bit troubled. Why would he give these back?

I walked into a little room on the right. Ken followed me inside. I looked up to a picture on the wall. The boy in the picture looked a lot like the hooded boy, only in the picture it was a younger version of him.

When Ken looked at the picture, she said she knew who he was. He used to live in this house. I guess he was looking for something but was too embarrassed to walk up and ask or something like that.

Then the dream ended.

I was with my friend Julia and a couple of others. We were staying at some kind of hotel apartments. Around the hotel, there were some restaurants. One was McDonald's. I was kind of complaining that it didn't have any breakfast restaurants, like Huddle House or I-HOP. I remember walking down to a sort of tent thing outside of the building and sitting on the top of the jumpy surface. We leaned over and saw some kind of huge pot with what looked like yellow foam in it. I met some more friends from my class here.

Once we were done, we walked back to the building. We entered what looked like my garage. Julia went through the door in front of me first. Suddenly, I dropped all of my shoes. Apparently I was holding them in my hands.

I stooped down to pick up all of my shoes that dropped. I set my three bags on the floor; my purse, backpack, and a yellow duffle bag.

I decided I would put a pair on, but struggled. I chose the flip flops; but I still couldn't put them on easily. So I just decided to grab all three. Julia was waiting for me inside the door, so I better hurry.

I felt like someone was watching me. I looked up. Sure enough, a boy looked at me from around the corner, then hid his face. Before he could walk away, I ran in front of him. He smirked at me. He held my backpack and duffle in his hand.

"Hey!" I yelled, lurching for my bags. He stepped back.
"You don't want to do that." He smirked again.
"And why not?"
"I have a bomb here," He pointed into something in his pocket. "That could go off at any moment if you try me."
I turned around, looking for something to hit him with. But when I turned back around to face him, he was already out the door. I started to run after him, but another boy, a much taller, stronger than the other, stepped in front of me.

"Seriously, don't." He said.
I tried to hit him, on the neck, hopefully that could stun him. I missed because he dodged.
He held up what looked like a chalkboard eraser. "Nested inside here," he said, "is another bomb. Don't mess with me."
I hesitated. Then I heard the door open behind me. Julia came running out, and started trying to hit the guy. We both were trying to throw punches, but he kept blocking them with his strong arms. Eventually we started kicking him, and he eventually ran away. They still had my bags though.

I was in a jeep. Then, I was in a marketplace. There was a street urchin. He took the money on the table of fruits. I caught him there, but he feels... solid. Like I caught a wall instead. I told the peddler, and I picked up the money that fell on the dust pan. But the kid is still counting the money he took, so it must have been different. When the peddler noticed, she walked away.

Yesterday, I tried the finger tap technique before falling asleep, here are the results.
I was with my dad, he was taking me to a building which looked a lot like a bank.



The bank was in which looked like a futuristic city. Moments later, I found myself and my dad in the bank, with my brother and mother waiting for us. My dad gave each of us small metal frames, like these:



exept they were rectangles. Seconds after receiving mine, I tossed it out trough the window, braking the windows in the process. Nobody seemed to notice. We then entered some kind of vault with a glass wall. There were mechanisms on the wall, like finger print scanners, or something like that. It was black with a red screen, and a little keyboard. Both of them put their frames on the red screen, a backed away slowly. The glass wall opened like door. Now theres was a wall protected with lasers. It was my and my dads turns to put our plates on the scanners. Then it hit me. I threw it out the window, what now? My dad looked neutral about it. He looked at my and told me with a deep voice: "No phone for you". That might be because, I wanted new a new phone and was expecting to get one soon. He looked angry. I can't remember what happened then, but I woke up.
It was the middle ofthe night, I went to the bathroom, I didn't remember a thing. I thought that I would remember my dream in the morning, so I went back to bed. I was sleepy, so I thought this'd be a great opportunity to try to do a WILD. But I'm new to this dreaming thing, and forgot the instructions. I went back to bed..
I then had my second dream. It was dark and really late, if not midnight. I was walking with my classmates. We we're going trough the ussual direction we go when we go home from school. While I walked, I kept thinking to myself: Why are we going to school in summer? It felt like it was summer, but It looked as if it was winter.
We aproached the street which we need to cross to get home. Everything looked so real, like reality. But one thing was out of the ordinary. The street which is ussualy calm and more so when it's late, looked like a highway, with cars speeding at incredible speeds, lots of lights. I turn looked back to find my mates, but they werent there. I was alone. They were gone, but I didn't pay attention. I attempted to cross the street. Without looking left to right, I crossed the street without looking, with cars driving right past me. Moving along, I suddenly found 60$ in my pocket, and thought it would be great to go to the local store to get some snacks. Moments later I found myself walking towards the store. From opposite direction I was going before.
I should have gone right to left, but instead I went left to right. I approached the door and was greeted by a few of my teammates (I play baseball) Thjey acted very friendly. A second later, I found myself at the cash desk, ready to pay. Thats when I started to interact with other people and myself. I took off my hat and accidently threw it on the floor, I bent over to pick it up, but right before I could even touch it, some girl who was also waiting to pay, took it and out it in her black coat. She looked fammiliar, but I didn't pay attention to that. Then we had a short conversation: "What are you doing?", "Nothing".
Thats it, a few words. I then attempted to rip her coat open to get my hat. I succeeded. Just a second later, I found myself aware that my bagpack was also missing. I saw the girl sitting on the counter. She looked frightened. I then saw that she was sitting on my bagpack. I pushed her away and head back out trough the door. I the had another conversation with her, but i can't remember what either of us said. But I think she was apologising. I the proceeded to go home, without spending any oney. Afain, everything looked like in the real life, exept a few details. It was day outside. Completely bright. The other thing that was strange was the houses. They were spraying water trough their roofs. I thought it was strange, but didn't pay much attention. Moving on, just as I was about to reach the corner my house is supposed to be, the dream ended, I woke up.
Whe I woke up, it was morning, I didn't remember a thing, so I laid down, closed my eyes and tried to remember the dream. After almost falling asleep again, the memory of my dream appeared.
Hope this dream made any sense, I'm not used to writting walls of text and I never recalled two dream before. I should try the finger tap method more often.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was at my mom's house, which was in an apartment complex. A family living upstairs from my family was really noisy. It was really getting to the point where my family couldn't take it anymore.

We were all now down in an underground parking garage. The walls were really clean and white. The fluorescent light was kind of bright and really white.

Something had been done about the family upstairs. It was like the police had kicked them out.

Now we saw an old man from the family. He had grey-black hair and a big, grey-black mustache. His hair was really sloppily done. He had a pretty big belly, which his white polo shirt barely covered. He wasn't the father of the family. He was just a member of the family who should have moved out a long time ago.

He had come to ask my mom for some help. I told my mom to stay away from that guy. She had finally gotten free of him. Why would she let him back into her life? But my mom decided to help the guy.

The guy needed help on a test. When the police had kicked the man out of the house, they'd told him the only way he could come back was if he could pass a test with a lot of questions about American society and history. But the man couldn't understand most of the questions. So he was getting help from my mom.

Dream #2

I was in a bedroom. I'm pretty sure I was at someone else's, possibly my family's house. I was playing some kind of white Game Boy that had a clear purple case around it. Then I left the bedroom.

Before I'd left, I'd seen an upstairs neighbor, an old, black man with a really skinny bony face, pale skin and blonde-brown hair, peeking in the window at me, as if the bedroom were in a one-story house and not an apartment.

I came back to the bedroom. I realized that I'd left my Game Boy just sitting out on my bed, where it could be in plain view of the old man. I wanted to put it in a less visible place. But there was a girl standing in front of the door. She wouldn't let me in. She was a pretty, Latina girl in a colorful dress. I knew she was the old man's friend.

I pushed past the girl and went into the bedroom. The Game Boy was gone. Only the purple case was left. I walked into the living room, upset. The living room was like the one in my great-grandmother's old house.

Just as I walked into the living room, the old man walked in. He was grinning like he knew just what was going on. He was wearing some kind of suit, maybe beige or tan with a white or blue shirt. I yelled at him, "Where's my Game Boy?" But he just sat down in a chair and kept grinning, like I couldn't do anything to hurt him. I think I got really mad and shook him.

Dream #3

I got something in the mail that looked like a greeting card mixed with a letter-sized envelope. It opened on the long side, and it was supposed to be opened so that it flapped upward.

There was some printed information inside about how I'd been drafted into the Army. Below the printed information were two handwritten numbers, both long, and involving both letters and numbers. I think they each began with an A and a dash.

I hoped there was some way I could avoid being drafted. I thought, Well, I have a job already. Then I thought, No, I don't have a job. Well, I better get one quick.