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Horror of drugs (That aren't marijuana)

I was in a big parking lot on the side of a highway. I was there to make a drug deal with two other people that I didn't know. I kept getting nervous because cars kept driving really fast through the parking lot. I kept thinking that one of them would be a cop. We were about to give up on finding the drugs, when one of the people I was with saw it. He reached his hand down a gutter and pulled out a plastic bag full of adderall pills.

Later, time skipped some and I had taken some adderall at my house. I felt sped up and kind of light headed. My old friend JP had come over, which was strange because our friendship ended on pretty bad terms. I knew that he had come over, but I couldn't find him anywhere in the house. I knew something was wrong, so I went out into the garage and JP was sitting in my car, in the passenger side seat. In the driver seat there was a little girl who JP was helping smoke out of my pipe. She had blond hair and looked as though she was two to three years old. I had never seen her before.

I opened the car door and grabbed the pipe from the girl, putting it in my pocket. I put out my hand towards the plastic bag full of pills that JP was holding, but he held back. I told him that he could keep the pills. I didn't want them because I could get in trouble with them. I then picked up the girl and felt her shaking. She had smoked crushed up adderall pills out of my pipe. I asked JP how much she had smoked. I forgot what he said. I told him how bad it was and that I may have to take her to the hospital. When I said this I looked at the girl to make sure she didn't understand what I was saying. I asked him if he did it just to get back at me or something.

He said "Honestly, yes."

I then told him that I wouldn't be the one paying for it and that it was worse for the little girl than me.

He was now in the back of my car and three girls were in the car with him. At this point the little girl had disappeared from my hands. I asked them why they didn't stop him and they all they said that they didn't know it was harmful. I called them all names over and over. I started to leave to go inside and they followed me to the door. They all started to look pretty nervous as I threatened how much trouble they would be in. I went in and walked past my parents in the living room going straight to my room. I held the pipe in my pocket to make sure it didn't fall out. I would put it away before I told my parents what was going on.

Strange club

I was with this girl who needed to get home to Texas from where we were at. She had blond, shoulder length hair and blue eyes. I think we were in a major city in California. We had maybe come from Yellowstone. We hadn't traveled very far though, so my dream logic must have failed me and thought that California was close to Yellowstone.

I started to drive her out into the city a bit to find a hotel. Later she told me that the next day I would need to drive her to Iowa to catch a plane home. I told her that I couldn't and that she would have to take a bus or something. For some reason I felt scared to not take her. After I told her that I couldn't take her she said that she had no reason to live. She turned into an old woman with messy, gray hair and went out in traffic, getting hit by a vehicle. She splattered into a white liquid material after being hit.

Time skipped and I then ended up in this club in the same city. It was just a huge slab of concrete with people dancing everywhere. I found a section that was for gay people and everybody said that it was where I belonged. There was a train of eight to ten guys rubbing against each other. Most of them were old, black men. I didn't really feel comfortable with this. I tried to leave but was frozen and couldn't move for a second. I finally got away from it.

I sat down next to some other people. Then a person started to speak to us from a stage at the front. He told us that the brown squares on the floor were made of something special. He let us guess for a while what they were made out of and some of the people around us thought it something dangerous. He then said that if there were any thieves that he was afraid they would take what it was. He then revealed to us that the brown squares were marijuana. The people around me tore some of the pieces from the floor and said they were taking some home.

I then grabbed my suitcase and started to leave. It fell open though and I noticed that another suitcase had been inside of it. This suitcase was unzipped and I could see that it was completely empty. I hadn't packed any of my clothes when I left Yellowstone and was scared I would have to go back to where I was to get them. I thought about calling my parents to ask what I should do.

Awake, Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

[This is a catch-up post. These are dreams that I had between December 16 and December 20, 2010.]

Night of December 16-17

I discover that every time the “Looney Tunes” theme music is heard on TV, it's always being played live by real live musicians, even nowadays. I tell one of the live musicians how awesome I think it is that Warner Bros. [yeah, yeah, I know, “AOL Time Warner”] still does that.

There is a research project going on. The goal is to research people with innuendo-y names, but without using the Internet. I am asked to make the necessary phone calls because of my “dulcimer” voice. [Um, I think the word you're looking for there is dulcet, brain.] Several of my friends, including Brianna G., are also involved in the project. We're all on vacation together, so, to help us out with the project, my mom reads silly names out of the newspaper every morning.

Night of December 18-19

[Fragment] My mom is entered in some kind of radio station contest.

[Fragment] To get a particular piece of e-book reading software to work right in Firefox, I have to install some Firefox extensions. The e-reading software works after I've installed them, but I discover that they've taken up all the remaining free space on my hard disk.

I'm going out to dinner with my parents. I don't want Mexican food for dinner because I've just had it recently. We're having dinner near the Starbucks that has taken over the cafe and adjacent motel that had originally occupied that particular building in Cayucos.

[Fragment] I'm pulling my car out of the garage when my cell phone rings. I answer it and talk to some salespeople.

I'm reporting in to work for a marketing agency. Usually, my job is to give out free samples of food in stores [this was my first real-life job, by the way], but today, my assignment is to go to Knott's Berry Farm and evaluate my experience there, like a mystery shopper. I'm running late, and I know I'm going to fall behind on the schedule the agency gave me, which includes seeing a show in a theater near the entrance to the park, but I'm still happy to be going there.

Night of December 19-20

[Fragment] I'm in line for Star Tours with P.

[Fragment] I'm in an underground complex of preschool classrooms.

I watch a full-length opening sequence for an animated show that is a fusion of “Bewitched” and “2 Stupid Dogs.” The animation looks like it was done by Hanna-Barbera. The opening sequence is followed by a behind-the-scenes clip of the Animated Actors who played some of the dogs. This clip was interrupted by my real alarm.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

28/12/10 There is a lot that I have forgotten, due to being too lazy to find something to note down the dreams pre lucid.

I am in a garden. It is surrounded by brick wall.

There is a channel along one of the walls. There are 3 tennis balls in there and one is blocked by a fire hose.

I want to get them out so I can practice juggling. I move the fire hose over the wall telekinetic.

I use telekinesis to get all three balls to me. I don't have perfect control.

Once I have the ball I start looking around to stabilise the dream. I see some leafs of a plant in extraordinary detail.

I want to experiment with summoning an extra ball, but I wake up too soon to make the attempt.

…

I am on our family boat, off the coast of an island in Thailand.

I see a tornado approaching us and it comes pretty close, but misses the boat.

There is another on the horizon. I tell my dad to head for land and he obliges.

Towards land panic is spreading, many boats are headed shoreward.

I fall off the boat, but manages to climb aboard another. I then jump off the speeding boat and manage to climb onto ours.

There are many kids and they are headed for their “mother”.

Their mother is apparently a voice they follow and not a physical being. I find out by going with them down some stairs, where they are gathered towards the bottom.

Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

[This is a catch-up post from two nights ago, which was the night before an examination. As I was going to bed, I tried to concentrate on the ideas that were going to be on the exam, hoping that I would dream about them. It worked... but not in the way I'd hoped. My commentary on the dream will include explanations of what parts of it relate to the exam.]

[Dream #1] I'm making a scrapbook. I'm brushing clear, rubber-cement-like glue onto the bristles of another kind of brush, to glue it onto something flat. The handle of the brush I'm using to apply the glue breaks, so I have to apply it by holding on to the outer part of the bottle instead. Satoshi and other characters from the Pokémon anime series are there. [I can see why I was dreaming about scrapbooking: it's a method of committing things to memory, which is what I had been doing all day to prepare for the exam.]

[Dream #2] I'm visiting Fallingwater.

Picture #1

Picture #2

As I approach the entrance, I feel absolute awe at the beauty of this place, and it shows on my face. There's a big, dramatic, semi-enclosed entryway with dark brown walls; the main doors are on the left as you're walking through the channel that the entryway forms, and directly across from them is a low patio coffee table and some patio chairs, facing onto the walkway. Several of my professors from college are sitting in those chairs, including the one who taught the art history class focusing on architecture in which I first learned about this building [in real life]. I stop and chat with him about how wonderful it is to be there. He remembers me, and says that he's there to work. I say that I'm there on vacation.

I enter the building through the entryway. Inside, there's a child-care room, full of older kids and teens who would be bored by the tour of the place. There is a silent radio in the room to announce when kids who are in there are being kicked out of it for bad behavior and released back to their parents. It says things like, “(Kid's name) is now under the direct guardianship of her mother.” I watch from a third-person perspective as one of the teenage girls in the room offers to have sex with one of the teenage boys. There follows a non-graphic, narrative description thereof, without any visuals.

The child-care room is located just off of a large, open entry hallway, also dark brown and clearly built after the fact, especially for the tourists. There is a sign that says “Photographers will be shot,” as in, with a sniper rifle. [I know it's a famous landmark and all that, but that's awfully harsh!] [The exam was on the subject of data network architecture, so of course, it makes sense that I would dream about one of the most famous works of architecture ever built. Even though it didn't help me with the exam, I thought this was a pretty awesome dream. I'd love to visit the real Fallingwater someday.]

Last night, I remember waking up post-sleep cycle and thinking, Man, that dream was awesome. I don't wanna sit up and write it down, though. I already stayed up too late and am not going to get enough sleep tonight. I'll do it in the morning. And, of course, now I don't remember what that awesome dream was about I really need to start going to bed earlier and writing dreams down as soon as I wake up from them again. Since I couldn't remember that one, I decided to enjoy some time thinking about dreams by spending the morning getting caught up on DJ entries from the past two weeks that were still only in handwritten-note form, and now I'm all caught up.

Awake, Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of November 26-27

[Fragment] I'm listening to one of Guy's lectures in person and/or via cell phone.

My parents have remodeled our kitchen. The color scheme is the same as before [the same as it currently is in reality], but the stove and the sink have switched places. [Also, the layout is totally different from how it is in reality.] My mom and I are in the kitchen, making tea and coffee. I look through a canister of little packets of coffee and tea for something I like.

[Longer dream begins here] I'm driving down a street in my mom's car, with the top down. [My mom's car isn't a convertible in real life.] I'm in an old residential neighborhood that's apparently somewhere in the UK. Throughout the rest of this dream, all the environments are incredibly detailed and realistic. I turn around and drive back up the street and through an open gate in a stone wall, into the old center of town, which I explore on foot. The plaza is made of stone. There's a castle on the right and a bell/clock tower on the left.

I take the train to get up to the next town. The train car is full of old, plush couches and seats. An old man on the train starts telling a story. Looking out the window, I see fields, trees, a sign that says something like “You are now leaving (town name),” and a train on another track that looks just like the commuter trains I'm used to here in the US.

The train reaches its destination. I remember visiting this town once before. The train station there is inside an enormous hangar complex, which is also an airplane museum. Several small, old airplanes are on display. There are a fairly large number of people there playing tourist, but it's not crowded. There are also several restaurants in the complex, including a pub and a taco place. I think of getting something to eat, but I know I have no cash on me, and I worry that my credit cards won't work.

Night of November 27-28

I drive through the mountains and enter something that appears at first to be a half-underwater base, but later turns out to be a big ship, by going through an underwater airlock. There are lots of other people on the ship. There's a storm going on; big, pretty snowflakes are falling, and big chunks of ice are falling from the mountains onto the ship and into the water around it. We can't sail out in this storm, so we'll have to spend the night on board. I see Tracy F., who is in charge of the ship and all the people on it, bustling about on the deck of the ship. Either I or somebody else [I don't remember] says, “Poor Tracy's so busy she hasn't even had time to notice the storm, much less make an announcement.” There are bathrooms on board; I absentmindedly wander into the men's bathroom, which gets me some weird looks.

I'm at M.V. High School to watch an athletic meet. I've left campus, so I have to sneak back onto it by hopping over a gate in a fence. I have a shopping cart, but I abandon it somewhere. I explain to some sort of security officer what I'm doing on campus. I also meet a big, omnivorous alien that I recognize in the dream as belonging to one of the Siglerverse alien species [but who doesn't look anything like any of them], who tells me a story about something.

[Fragment] I'm in dream!Las Vegas, passing behind the back sides of several of the large casinos. There is a wide strip of empty desert between me and the buildings.

[Longer dream] I'm in a sort of club with dark-brown wood on all the walls, being followed around by a cartoony-looking blonde girl with pigtails, close to my own age. While I'm there, I get a phone call from the coordinator of our tour group (yes, I'm on a tour as part of a tour group) saying that they're offering me the opportunity to extend the tour for a couple of hours, and if I want to take them up on it, I should meet them at the nearest [some kind of store whose name I can't recall].

So I head for the exit of the club. There are steps leading down from the door of the club onto a large, open space of concrete, which is on a street corner. As I leave the club, I realize that I'm surrounded by several of my favorite actors, who are leaving it at the same time as I am. Liam Neeson and Ewan McGregor are there, and I hear Patrick Stewart's voice. I don't speak to them, though, because I don't want to bother them with my fangirling while they're trying to hang out and have fun. I know that I'm in Barcelona, and that the club I'm just leaving is known for being a popular hangout for famous people.

Out on the street corner, I see the aforementioned some-kind-of-store directly across the street from the entrance to the club. It has a green awning with white letters on it. I decide not to go there, though, because I see all the other people from my tour group walking along the street and turning the corner to go up a side street. I decide to stick with the group. The cartoony-looking blonde girl is part of the group, too, but she hasn't come out of the club yet. “She'll catch up,” I say, and start walking up the street with the group. The street goes uphill. We walk several blocks, turn at least one more corner, and end up on an open-air elevated light rail car. I sit in the corner seat on the end of the car that points in the direction it's traveling. It starts moving and goes really fast along the track. It's quite thrilling when it turns a corner, and I cheer and whoop in exhilaration, as if I were on a roller coaster.

Eventually, the track for the vehicle we're in ends abruptly, high above a river that has broad beaches along its banks. Somehow, the vehicle has morphed into one of those circular whitewater rafts, like the ones they have on Grizzly River Run at Disney California Adventure. Our raft shoots off the end of the track and starts falling toward the river. I know that we're not actually falling all that distance, because we're inside a simulator ride. The raft starts tumbling and turning end over end as it falls through the air, but I don't feel the sensation of being turned upside down, and I know that that's because I'm not actually being turned upside down, it's just the video in the simulator ride making it look like I am. Just before our raft hits the water, I realize that it's going to hit with enough force to plunge pretty deeply into the water before floating back to the surface again. I hold my breath just to play along with the simulation, even though I know it is one, and, indeed, there is no real water; I don't feel wet, but I see the deep-green-tinted underwater video all around me. [LOL! Maybe this is what happens when MILDing is only partially successful? ]

Awake, Non-lucid dream, Dream within a dream, [Commentary made while awake]

[This is a catch-up journal entry. This dream is from the night of October 31-November 1.]

I'm at one of my old houses (the second one I remember). A woman my age (whom I don't recognize) comes to the door leading into the garage. She's there to talk to me about going on a week-long retreat in a place called Morning Canyon in March or April, to study the book of Ninian. The retreat is sponsored by a missions organization [not by InterVarsity]. I recall receiving an e-mail containing a promotional video about the program. I recognized one of the people in the video as my old friend Bekah W. from college, even though she had bleached her brown hair blond. I tell all this to the woman, and she says, “Oh, do you know Bekah?” It turns out that she's a friend of Bekah's, too. We also talk about my parents' jobs. I decide I want to go on the retreat, but conclude that I'll have to fundraise for it, since it's a whole week long. I start thinking about what I want my fundraising letter to say, and come up with the following:

"I live in the worst part of California for jobs. Riverside County has an unemployment rate of over 15%. It's very unlikely that I'm going to have a job in time for this retreat, which is why I'm asking for your support."

[What? That's true now, but I don't think it was true when we lived at that house. Despite the setting, though, it's clear from my thoughts and reactions that this dream was taking place during this present period of my life.]

[The dream skips forward here, and now] It's my first day out on the road on my way to the retreat. I'm spending the night in a room that has bunk beds. I get into the top bunk and go to sleep.

I wake up in that top bunk, look at a digital clock, and think, “It's the wrong time to get up! I overslept!”

I wake up in that top bunk again. I look at the digital clock again, and see that it's now the correct time to get up. I've just had a false awakening, I realize. Now my parents are there in the room with me.

When I woke up this morning, I thought, “I need to go check my e-mail and see if that opportunity really exists.” Then I remembered that there is no book of Ninian to study.

[Yes!!! I actually had a dream within a dream!!!! That was AWESOME.]

This is my first day when I tried to recognize, I'm in a dream.
I had 3 dreams and I remember 2 of these.

I don't know what happened in the first one but when I woke up I said something like: 'I've bought a ... for my sister.'

The second was a really strange dream. I was in Paris and spoke French. I can't speak French in real life. I was travelling on a train with the mysterious guy I've spoke about. Then I arrived to Budapest, the capital of my country, and my best friend was waiting for me. Then suddenly we got home. I don't know how. Then we got some three wheeled bikes and went for a little trip. As we went home I missed the way home so we got lost. Then we got home. There was a film shotting and... uhh it's soo long and it has got no story. So go on the next.

The third dream. I remember this dream well. There was me, in my room. I was after a shower so I was naked. There were 2 doors in my room not like in the real life. One opens to a corridor, the other to a step. I heard my sister's speaking so i grabbed a towel and try to hide my body. Then she came in with my 2 year old niece. I told her to go out. She send my niece to the corridor and shut the door behind her. Then she wanted to stay. Successfully i send her out. When she shot the door it turned to transparent. I've learned yesterday so I tried to put my hands through the door but when I nearly reached it it turned back to normal. And that was the and of the dream.

I don't know if they have a meaning or not. But I hope I will lucid-dream in the near future.

Have a good night everybody.

PS.: Ohh and sorry for my English I'm Hungarian. Please correct me if I messed something. Thanks.

Before I went to bed last night I ate a few pieces of cheese to help evoke some creative dreaming! After reading a little I fell asleep and had a series of dreams that I believe occurred in the hours just before I woke up (this is what it felt like anyway). This is what I remember upon waking up.

1st fragment of dream: I remember this was a long detailed dream, but I only remember the end part. I was travelling with my boyfriend, not my real boyfriend but someone I have never met before in my life. Somehow something went wrong and we were being arrested by a woman who was in control of the area we were staying. She had the power to decide if we were to go to jail, which would mean never being released or seeing each other again. My dream boyfriend did not argue this but I pleaded and cried with the woman to let us go, that we were getting married soon and I wanted to spend my life with my boyfriend. She never said she would let us go but I knew in my mind then that she would release us. That is all I remember...

2nd Fragment of Dream: Occurred just before I woke up. I was stranded on a big empty wooden boat at sea with a group of people I did not know. The boat had a closed top with dark wooden panels and hardly any windows. There were lots of areas and hallways I explored and a couple of rooms where the majority of the group of people stayed. The first part focused on us meeting another little boat and begging for help. We did not understand why they didnt want to help until our boat crashed into theirs, at which point they began climbing onto our big boat. I remember feeling threatened and trying to calm them down in case they were angry we damaged their boat.

This then turned into another part of the same dream where I wanted to get away from the people on the boat, we were in close proximity of each other and I needed some space from the group. I explored the corners of the boat and found a white wood panelled door. This door had several swing parts to it and when I walked through there were stairs. I did not go up the stairs, however another girl came and went up the stairs and I was able to see through her eyes there were more people upstairs, hundreds more people. We then realised this was the upper class and we weren't allowed upstairs and I remember trying to convince them I could come upstairs but they all looked down at me. That was when I realised that we must be the lower class. This was when I woke up.

3rd Fragment of Dream: I managed to fall back asleep for another hour where I remember dreaming that I was being sick everywhere in a room with another girlfriend in it. She was sick once but then looked at me and saw how much mess there was in the room. The room then turned into a red car and a guy friend told us that we would be ok we just had to abandon the car on the road, which we decided to do.

I don't know what any of these mean but they all seem to revolve around travelling places to some extent. They also don't feature any real people.

Monday, June 28, 2010

A couple weeks ago, I implemented a new rule: DC's aren't allowed to drive. Apparently, I'm one to talk.




I decide to give up my job in Quickton. I'm never going to have enough money for this, so it's time to leave. I hop on a bus, going west.

Calgary is on a terrorist alert; somebody tried to get into the States and do something bad. As such, travel into the States is practically cut off for the time being.

I'm on a boat, out in the ocean. It's a small boat, and I'm just sitting on a bench holding my backpack. I might be drawing on my ridiculously oversize tablet. The captain comes up to me and says we're getting close to the path of my next ship, so I should pack up. He hands me a whole bunch of change to cover the fare for the next boat.

I wander onto the second boat with my tablet and my backpack. I'm shown to my room. The room itself keeps changing. There are huge windows looking out into a hallway at first, and the whole hallway is covered in posters. Later, the windows look out over a hostel-style common room that I remember from another dream. I remember thinking that it would be really cool to have one of the rooms overlooking the common room on the second story.

I step through the wall and grab a book from one of the shelves.

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"They're fucking cannibals! Close the door, close the fucking door!"

This has happened before, I register dimly, we're on another loop. I'm too busy slamming the door on someone's fingers to notice. I kick them free and slam the door again. I'm turning the key on the ignition - Ben, why didn't you turn the car on while I was fighting - and barreling through the two dozen people in front of us. One hits the windshield, scrabbles for purchase, and goes sliding off as we pick up speed.

We're on the highway to Regina. It's night. I'm panicked and trying to decide if I should pull over and calm down or keep driving as fast as I can.

"Slow down," says my brother, "This isn't helping." We're fairly far away from the compound.

I slow down to 110 clicks, but I'm still passing other vehicles. This shouldn't be a double lane highway, should it?

My brother gives me a look.

"Shut up," I say, "The speed limit is 110."

The road is twisty and I'm not sure where the lanes are and I'm starting to get confused. Abruptly, the car takes a random turn to the left, and I'm in the ditch, driving through a field that doesn't feel much different than the road.

We come to a stop on another highway, adjacent to the first.

"Maybe we should go this way?" No response from my brother, so I put the car back in drive and start moving at a reasonable pace.

The road ends. We go flying off of a cliff. I see everything from the third person, the camera angle far above us and looking down at the mountains below.

This wouldn't happen in real life, I reason. This is obviously a dream. I remember making a car fly in one of my previous dreams, so I try to do that now.

I'm alone, falling through the air without a vehicle. I've slowed my descent reasonably, and I land at the base of a cliff crawling with rock climbers.

I ignore them. What were my lucid goals again? Oh yeah, pyrokinesis. I bring my hands together like I'm holding a ball between them, and slowly bring them apart. Nothing's happening.

I take a deep breath, focus on all of the rage and anger and fear that I felt in the previous dream. I bring my hands apart, and this time a chain of beads of fire forms between them. I wave my hands and the fire dissipates.

Huh. Apparently it's easier to summon fire when you're actually being threatened. Good to know.

I grab a cardboard box wedged in the rocks behind me and try to do the same thing. The cardboard smoulders on one edge, but doesn't catch fire.

I climb up the cliff face and sit on one of the ledges. The place has shifted into an immense cavern, and sunlight is streaming in through the many entrances. The rock varies from pure white marble to pale grey granite.

I see a pack of wolves in the distance. They're beautiful. They're on the same level as me. They get closer, and one comes over and sniffs at me. I growl at him, and he dances back, cautious. He comes closer again.

We're standing at the ground level of the cave, trying to communicate. The wolf catches onto English quickly, and soon we're having a conversation that I can't remember.

At the same time, we hear someone approaching in the distance.

"It's a hunter," I tell the wolf. "You should run. Take the rest of your pack with you."

Suddenly, I'm a lot younger, and won't be able to stand up to the hunter.

The hunter shows up and realizes that his quarry got away. He gives me a ride back to town.

"This place is totally empty," he tells me, "You might not be able to get a ride out for a while."

"No worries." I eye the empty stretch of highway, remember what someone said on the forums. I hold my thumb out, and someone shows up within seconds.

I climb into the car with a bunch of girls - there's one seat left - and we drive off to wherever we're going. I try to pay attention to the roads so I can remember how we got there.

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A dream about a bunch of different worlds. Apparently Aslan kicked everybody (including the animals) out of Narnia. Now talking animals and fairies and Faeries are wandering from world to world, trying to find somewhere to live. So am I, for that matter.

I knock on the door. It opens to a short old woman, who asks what my name is.

"I'm Rory."

"No, you're not," she says, sounding angry. Apparently there's a prophecy about a girl named Rory.

"I'm Rory, but I'm a guy?"

"Oh, well, that's okay then." She invites me inside.

There are fairies in cages. I can see the daring rescue from here.

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I'm Harry Dresden, and I'm in a city... somewhere. I remember that I was looking for ways to travel in dreams, and I wonder if I can use the Ways through Faerie.

I'm reading the new Dresden Files book. My mom is in the room.

"Oh, come on!" I say. My mom looks up, questioning.

"Everyone is Michael's vessel. Dean Winchester was Michael's vessel. In that last thing I read, Lucifer was Michael's vessel. Now Dresden? This is getting ridiculous."

Besides, Dresden already got possessed by an angel.

My Driving. Scare Factor: 4.

The Ways might be an interesting way of getting around, though. Dissolve the dream, wander through the Void, find what I'm looking for.

(The Void being that blackness that seems to be behind every dream.)

Apparently Arizona, India and Japan all border each other. I know this because I decided to go on a road trip. I ended up going to India, but the people/culture was more like South America (except they ate a lot of gumbo and jambalaya).

I ended up staying on a farm with a family for a while. I'm not precisely sure what I was doing there. We went on a boat made of glass that sunk deep into the ocean. I pressed my hands against the glass and stared at the fish, whales, and weird creatures swimming past.

I drove to some sort of rest stop. They had a huge room where you could take showers. I figured since I was on a road trip and broke that I should take one. The showers were in stalls, and this maze of them seemed to go on for a very long time. I was trying to find one private enough. I did and then someone jumped into the stall so I left. I recall talking to the woman behind the counter about how messed up it was that since all the Americans were coming there they weren't allowed to put up their national flag or display their art. There were a lot of outlines of murals, half painted hands that they said they wanted to finish but since they were so busy they weren't able to get around to it.

I contemplated driving to the grand canyon but decided that I didn't want to go south.

I ended up at a house that a lot of people I knew were there. Robin Williams was sitting on the couch. He was very young and had spider bites (piercings) on his lips. He was wearing a large trench coat. I stealthily followed him outside where he killed a woman and scooped up a bit of her flesh into the front of his trench coat.

I think that's about it. I'm sure a lot of other stuff happened.