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I am going into the hallway of the house, leaving the wooden glass door to the hallway open, knowingly. Once I start opening the door to the outside, my cats and I think my bird also rush into the hallway, and Leeroy gets out. I panic a little, closing the door behind me and calling for Leeroy to come back. He's hyper and running around everywhere, disappearing into the bushes and coming back out of them. When I call him and hold out my arms, he comes running to me. I see that he's not going to run away forever, so I let him enjoy himself for now. He starts flying up to the tree branches (shape-shifted into a bird but he is still Leeroy the cat) he goes higher and higher and farther and farther in the trees, and I just follow him to make sure he's okay throughout. Then he flies back to me himself, and I take him back inside. I feel pity for Tiger, who didn't get to go outside. I think I ask mom or someone if I could take her out too, and I think she said no. Then the dream ends.

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I am with my family and Kate, at some tourist place. We are hanging out in the building we are staying at. This place is very similar to the place that I usually go to Joy's house in my dreams. I've noticed that whenever going to Joy's house in a dream, it is always the same gloomy, dead tree, muddy place with a big house. This is very different from her house in real life. I find it interesting though, as if my dream is just a parallel reality and her house is always the same but different from this reality in waking life. We find out about some haunted house, where you have to be at least 16 to enter. I say "Well if that's the age limit it must be really scary, I'm not going." I said this mainly to my brother and his girlfriend/fiancee, Kate. They laugh. We continue talking, but I am mostly quiet, listening to our conversation mostly and contributing when I have something to say.

Then we are at the haunted house. Somehow I forget that this is the haunted house until later, because it's not the typical haunted house. There is a girl who looks exactly like Cora but I don't question this who starts talking to us. The house is white, and empty. Sort of like the Nobody's castle from Kingdom Hearts 2. She is a psycho, and whenever someone says something that could possibly be taken the wrong way, she goes against them and threatens to kill them. I don't remember who she wanted to kill out of my family. For a short while, she wanted to kill me, pointing a knife at me, but then I got on her good side by taking things from her point of view and respecting her and loving her instead of fearing her. We became friends. She was still against the rest of my family, but then I told them that she just needs to be understood and befriended. We are taking up a lot of time. The next haunted house visitors come in and we are still there, so they continue to wait near the entrance. Later we find that there are also extremely scary machines that could actually kill someone, they were mostly drills. I watched the next visitors almost get killed, or get killed by one of those drills. Then we leave and I realize that that was the haunted house. I agree with myself that it was a very creative idea to make the main attraction of this haunted house be the psychotic girl, who later talks to me and turns out to be normal. I find out that this is one of the best haunted houses in the world.

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I am at future shop with Zitian. We don't know each other very well. I ask him a bunch of questions - do you play final fantasy games? He says he only has played FFIX. I say "Oh yeah, the one with the Zidane and those other people" he's like "yeah." I think about asking him about Disney movies since I know from stalking his Facebook that he loves them.
We continue to browse games at future shop. As we are about to start out, I remember that Sims 3 Pets is out, and get all excited and ask if we could go back and find it. He says sure. So we go and I'm all excited and hyper at this point, and he seems bored.
We continue talking about irrelevant things and other things, and I think at one point I ask him about those Disney movies, and he's like "Oh, yeah! I love Disney movies!" so we talk about that for a while but he still seems disinterested.
We get outside, and his mom drives in and they offer to drive me home. I get in the car, and realize they don't even know where I live. I ignore this fact and assume that they must know if they are not asking. His mom is pretty, and she talks to me. Zitian is quiet. Then his mom says "Thank-you!" in a reminding or mocking manner, and I remember to thank them for the drive. I feel a little bad and awkward now, but I remember to stay positive and energetic because that makes me feel good AND attracts people to me, so I do. I'm more excited and I start talking again to Zitian now. He's more excited now too, smiling when he talks. I say, "We should hang out more often!" "Yeah" And we both say around the same time: "Since we don't have classes together and never get to see each-other!" We laugh. Then I realize - Hey, now that I've befriended him, it shouldn't be a bad thing to talk to him on Facebook etc! Yay~! Then we get to my driveway, and I say thanks for the ride and say goodbye. I walk home happy, but also a little upset because I was probably boring Zitian most of the time, but then I realized - you know what? I probably was just focusing negatively and wasn't noticing how interested he really was in our conversation. The end of this dream could have been a prequel to the first and second dreams written above.

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I am outside of my house, in a completely different setting however. The dreams above were connected to each other, but this one was by itself. Anyway. I am outside of my house. The neighborhood is now placed beside a beach, my side of the neighborhood closest to the shore. I am walking out of the house, waiting for my slowpoke parents to get ready and go with me. Then they start walking. There are soooo many beautiful areas in the neighborhood now, none of which I had known before. I don't question this fact however. The grasses are covered with beautiful flowers, and the trees have the perfect location and shape to allow the perfect amount of sunlight to illuminate the flowered grass. There is a nice grass/flower bed near on the parking lot of my section of the neighborhood. I lie down and watch the cloudless sky. I feel the sun on my skin and everything is beautiful, so beautiful. I go back to my parents and suggest they lie down on the grass and watch the sky together. Mom says that's a nice idea but dad hates the idea, he's too lazy to lie down right now, he's headed somewhere blah blah blah. I ignore them. I run around, discovering new beautiful places of my neighborhood. There is a climbable tree that I go and manage to sit on, fairly high up. I view the meadow area next to me. There are flowers everywhere, and the warmth of the sun and trees is felt wholly. This was a very vivid dream. My parents are walking slowly, I think, so I have a lot of time to enjoy the area.
I walk down above my section of the neighborhood. I view the ocean from above, and all the nature to my left. The beauty was seriously so indescribable! It was sooo beautiful and vivid was the beauty everywhere! this is one of the only dreams I've had where I can actually feel the warm sun and see the sky and everything shining and sparkling and just soooo beautiful words cannot describe at all!
Then I walk back to the meadow around, down towards my parents. I lie down in the tall grass and flowers, and view the sky and few sunny clouds. I feel soo good. Then I sit up, hugging my legs to my chest. I cal to my mom, telling her how beautiful it all is! She agrees, but keeps walking. I think she then came and sat down next to me in the grass. I don't know where dad was at this point. I talk about everything beautiful. Then I feel something on the back on my thighs, something lights, brushing my skin. It crawls onto my hand and it is a large spider! My mom says it's a tarantula and she freaks out slightly. I try to brush it off, for a while it won't go and my mom is telling me to stop because it's a tarantula and it could hurt me, and then finally I have slapped it off of my hand.

I wake up, searching for any sign of a spider on my arm. I still feel the spider on me from the dream. I am not completely fearful because I assume it was just the dream, and not a body signal from real life. I notice that my heart was beating normally, and I like the fact that my body isn't affected by my dreams. Then I start imagining myself walking from my house in the same dream, running through the neighborhood, and when I arrive back to the climbable tree and view the meadow, I am back in the dream again. During the rest of the dream I think I just sit there enjoying everything, my parents aren't there and it is only me and my beautiful dreamscape.

Good morning, everybody. Time seemed to be really weird in this dream. I tried to get it all down as well as I could.

Dream #1

I was out in a park on a sunny day, possibly with a small group of people. The park was a long, slightly sloped lawn, an asphalt path, and then another lawn which went up a ridge. The lawns were kind of yellowy, as if the grass hadn't gotten much rain.

At the top of the ridge was a row of trees. We had to pull out the trees. The trees were all small, and we had to get them out, all the way to the roots. We would then carry them down to a wheelbarrow on the path, where they would be carted away, maybe two or three at a time.

Suddenly, it seemed like the scene was going to start over again. My view was coming in toward the park, moving up toward the trees. There may have been another row of trees on the border of the park and, now, a row or two of trees lining the asphalt path.

Suddenly, it was like the scene started over again, and I was coming back into the park, like a disembodied viewer. Then the scene started all over again, but it was like I was watching the view on a little, boxy TV that stood on the floor in some dark room. This experience may have started all over again.

Now I was back in the park. I was on the asphalt path, which was lined, at least on one side, with trees, making the path shady. My brother was with my, just up the hill from the path. He wanted me to take a picture of him. I tried to take a picture of him, but my view was all blocked by the leafy branch of a tree, like a poplar or a callery pear.

I tried again to get a good shot of my brother. But now my view was of the hillside -- with me on it. I also saw my mother and her best friend, and possibly my brother. We were all standing kind of far apart from each other. I was walking down the hill. I was in shade, but a greenish light hit the underside of my left cheek, as if somehow reflecting the light of the green leafs in the sun. I managed to get a photo of this, as if I were also outside the scene.

I was now outside the park again. But this time I wasn't coming in. I stood on the outside, hiding behind a border of trees. I had, apparently, been sick for a long time, and I was just now coming back. I was afraid of the boss of whatever project this was that I was working on. But someone, maybe in my head, told me not to worry, just to approach the boss and be honest.

I was now going with my brother and a thin, old, kind of intelligent-looking man into some place which was supposed to be my office. The place looked like a storage shed, like in some dirt-lot complex of sheds that might be seen on the outskirts of a city.

We had to walk up steps to get into this trailer-like office. But there was no front wall. We just walked right in. Everything seemed to be made of wood: the floors, desks, walls, everything -- and the same kind of wood, like pale wood from an old backyard deck.

I had perhaps lost my job, possibly because the company I worked for had gone under. I was here with my brother and the old man to get my stuff. The old man seemed to know a lot more about this whole process than I did.

We went up to the right wall, where, as I was grabbing something, I may have passed out. I was then walking back up the steps and into the office. It was like I had been sick for a long time, and this was the first time I'd come back to the office since I'd gotten sick.

The old man and my brother were there to meet me. My older brother was looking around the office. The old man stood by the wall. I walked up to the old man. We were supposed to be doing something regarding cleaning up the office after my sickness.

I remembered an old man giving me some kind of little wooden box, which was like a matchbox. The old man had been sick, maybe even dying. I had been caring for him somehow, almost as if I were a doctor. I had been standing by the wall, and the old man had been laying on the floor. The last thing I remembered before getting sick was holding the box. Then I passed out.

The old man in the present time knew my memory. He told me we had to find that box. We found it instantly. It was a little wooden box about four centimeters in width and length and maybe 7 millimeters tall. It had a little interior which pushed in and out like a drawer, or like in a matchbox. But it also seemed not to do that, but to latch open and closed, like some kind of folder or briefcase.

The old man took the box from me. He told me we had to burn it. I had gotten sick and passed out, the old man said. But other people had died. There had been a plague, all through this office and in other places.

This box, the man told me, was the source of the infection. We needed to burn it. And we were going to burn this whole office down, too.

The old man and I, and possibly my brother, may have continued talking as we walked toward the other end of the office. We may have been planning to leave the office.

I'm at work. E.M. and a co-worker are with me. We have to build a pipeline that will connect our facility to a gas station. We are studying the blueprint of the project. There is a chance of the pipeline crossing a highway. This will only happen if I do everything in that blueprint.
After that i got in the car and an hour later i parked on a street with lots of trees.
I went into a building to take care of business, and when I returned, my car was on the bonnet of a giant Land Rover.
My car had the tailgate undocked.

I was with this unimportant person at this nice looking old house. It was surrounded by a bunch of dark green trees and an aging path led from the house to the road. It was night and normally I am pretty nervous to be outside during this time. However, there was a sort of comfort about the cool night air and the darkness seemed welcoming, rather than encompassing and frightening.
The unimportant person, I suppose we'll call her Wendy, needed to go somewhere. I had nothing better to do, so I followed her. I honestly don't think the girl noticed I was there. She and I walked over to her really old car and she got in. It was one of those snug black cars from the fifties. I thought about getting in, but I decided to just hitch a ride on the car's roof.
My reasoning?
"She won't be going fast down this road."
As I'm looking at the moon and all the pretty trees, I smile and think,"This is wonderful. It's like a dream..."
Then, I realize that it is a dream. I'm quite pleased and don't let myself get excited, for fear that I'll wake up. I remember reading dream stabilization tips on this website and others, and try to use them. However...
"Clarity now!"
Same blurriness.
I pause for a moment, then say it again. Same thing happens.
"I said CLARITY NOW."
My sharp and commanding voice did little if nothing to help.
However...
"...HD Vision now!"
Poof! Everything was nice and clear. I suppose I could have gotten off the car, but I was enjoying myself. So, I issued a few commands.
"I'd like her to turn down this road, left, up a ways."
The car went the way I wanted.
"This scenery is really nice, but I want it to be dusk instead."
Then, it was dusk. I stopped after that because I didn't care.
The End

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was outside in a park-like area that consisted of a flat piece of land covered in short grasses, and a square public pool in the center. The whole area must have been two hundred feet in either direction, but I didn't pay much attention to anything around me. The pool was rectangular and had normal-looking bright blue water, and had a walkway of flat, single-file square tan stones around its edges. On the outside edge of these stones, surrounding the entire pool, was a short fence, probably two feet tall. It was made of wooden stakes painted white, tied to each other by a dark red, velvety rope. All around me were trees, and there were probably enough to block the sun from shining down through into the park, but there were many sunny patches, including right where I was standing.

The park was also populated by Canadian geese. I could see a couple of them off in the vicinity, as well as one standing right in front of me, not five feet away. It started to snap its beak at me, making no noise but only threatening gestures. I somehow found my height getting shorter as I backed up and started kicking at the goose's beak, which was a bit longer and wider (in other words, bigger!) than one in real-life. I kicked down on the beak, hard, and it only continued to come at me.

The dream ended before anything else happened.

Dream - Lucid

I was sitting in a room on a couch. It slightly resembled the living room in my parents' new house in Oregon. I was messing with my phone, which I was having trouble getting to work; I couldn't get my screen to come on properly. I remembered it was because I dropped it beside some train tracks at the airport (that really did happen yesterday in waking life). I then thought it was weird that I had my phone at all, since the airport hasn't sent it back to me yet.

Finally, I got the phone to work. The battery was almost dead. I looked through my texts, and saw some messages from my friend Tori. The text said something about a moth. Hmm...weird again. I looked away from the phone and looked back, and Tori's picture had changed. I then decided to jump into the air and see if I flew. I jumped, and floated. I'm dreaming!

The next thing I knew I was in the driveway of my house in my hometown. I saw my old cat, Ziggy, next to me. I wanted him to fly with me, so I told him to come along. I jumped into the air to fly, and was having some trouble staying in the air. I landed in the back yard in the grass. I examined my hands, and only counted 5 fingers on each. I tried a couple more times, but with the same outcome: 5 fingers. Oh well, I still knew I was dreaming. I can't fly in waking life, unfortunately.

The wind then started to pick up. I knew it was my chance to fly. I jumped into the wind, and sure enough, I was in the air, soaring up, up, and up. I was riding the wind, and it was the most amazing feeling ever. I could feel it blowing around me as I flew over my neighbor's house. It was so amazing!

Then, I remember being back in the living room. I lost my lucidity for a bit. I was walking, and there was some older lady behind me kissing up my neck. No thanks. I got away from her, and talked to someone on my phone. Other things happened, but I can't recall exactly what.

Something then triggered my lucidity again. As soon as I realized I was dreaming, I did another hand examination/finger count. Still 5 fingers on each hand. I kept examining my hands so I could stabalize the dream.

I decided to try to draw and use a portal, since it had been so long since I've done that. I tried to think of someone to try to visit, and I decided to try to see Hyu. I walked up to a wooden wall in the living room and drew a huge circle. It appeared as it usually does. I then wrote 'Hyu' in the middle of the portal, and started trying to shade the portal in with my hand. I then realized I had forgotten to voice my intent, so I did.
"I want to see Hyu," I said.
I noticed that the portal wasn't filling in as it usually does. It was smearing the name I had written in it. Hmm, odd. I decided to try to jump through it anyway. I headed through the portal.

I was then taken back to the living room. The portal failed. Lame. I tried again, and drew a smaller one. I don't remember what happened after I jumped through that one, but I know it too failed.

I then remember looking through what looked like the bonus room doors at my hometown house. They started to become transparent, and I phased through them.

Then, I was outside in the driveway again. It was getting dark outside. I decided that more flying was in order. I did another hand examination, mainly to keep the dream this time, but I counted my fingers out of curiosity. Still 5 on each hand. I jumped into the air and flew. I looked up at the sky, and noticed it was very cloudy. I could see very few stars. I flew over the roof of my house, and tried to see how high I could fly. I kept going up, but knew that losing the visual I had of the ground below would make me lose my dream. I stopped going up and kept flying around quickly. It felt so freeing! I looked down at the roof of mine and my neighbor's house and the trees. The trees looked especially vivid. It was beautiful.

I then started to go towards the holly bushes in our back yard. I wanted to try something else, since all I had been doing was flying, and racked my brain trying to think of something. I then felt everything dimming, and I felt anxious and tried to examine my hands. As I was flying over the holly bushes, I woke up.

Yay for being lucid again, and not just for a few seconds!! I was so happy to finally have another lengthy lucid. Now, I've just gotta get my portals back up to par.

I was recording the last 2 dreams in this journal, in a dream journal, in my dream. While i was doing this, i was reliving the dreams, talk about deja vu O_O

I was in the littlebigplanet create mode. I was playing a level in create mode online and i had to reach all the people in the level and then create my own part to it for them to create. I soon went through the twisty craves and such and i reached them. instead of making my own level, i quit and went to create mode and chose a background. There were tons, but there was a big, med, small version for 1. I clicked small. There were pink trees. Soon it led to a neighbourhood. So i quit. Med led to orange trees.

I dont remember the rest

10th Lucid - Making It To The Lake (MILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in some sort of large brick city - it reminded me of a game. I don't quite remember the back story of this dream - I believe my friends and I were being chased by something - trying to get away from the center of town?

I don't know what set me off - but I RC'd with my nose - I'm dreaming! I instantly stabilised, looking around me and trying to calm down - with great success! The dream was very solid and stable, I didn't feel top-heavy at all and I was thinking very clearly. I walked around lucid for a while - it was night and I was in a town made of red bricks.

I remember walking out of a large square doorway and looking outside. There was a tall tower as though there was a castle in front of a couple of walls. Daniel ran past me with a group of people - but I stopped him.
"Hey, can I have that?" I was referring to his MP3 player. He handed it over without trouble - and kept running. It reminded me of my old mp3 player, but longer. Music started playing from it - Good Charlotte - Last Night. I was surprised at how good the music sounded, Jeremy was right!

I decided to focus on my next goal - time dilation. I yelled at the dream 'Two weeks to a day! No wait, Two weeks to an hour!" I looked down at the screen on the MP3 player, there were two digital clocks. They were both counting time to seconds and read
08:35:-- and the seconds at the end were in sync. Ohwell, I don't need it anyway this dream is stable as! I tried to make my DG appear behind me, but I didn't believe it would work properly, and it didn't happen. I ran down the street, it was paved and there were walls either side of me, I jumped and tried to take off in a superman flight stance, and fell smack bang on my face. I believe this is where I managed to teleport to the lake.

Next thing I remember, it was day, and I was at a lake. This was different to the lake I had been picturing. There was a shoreline filled with trees - a forest, and then a basin in the middle. There was some sort of tower on the hill on one side of the basin - a light house perhaps? I wanted to fly again, and tried superman style again and landed on my face. Bah.

I tried instead, to simply levitate up. I lifted off the ground slightly and got my balance in the air. I then pushed myself backwards as though I was swimming through the air - almost rowing. I kicked and swam faster, and started going really fast. I flew around the lake, looking at all the scenery and weaving in between the trees, feeling the air rush over me. I remember thinking a lot about the way I was rowing my arms - and I was slightly confused as to how it was working. I remembered the last lucid I had where I summoned an apple and figured it'd be pretty cool. I hovered in mid air, and flicked my left hand expecting an apple to be there. Nothing appeared, so I visualised the slice of green apple and went to take a bite - nothing. Oh well!

I know I was talking to someone in this dream, and I believe it was a kid from my school named Michael. He convinced me to try flying superman style again, now that I'd nailed flying backwards. I picked up lots of speed and did a flip. I manouvered through the air turning around and ending up in the superman position - it felt really awesome. Uh oh. I started falling out of the air - I needed to try and swim in that position. I hit the ground with a smack, it didn't hurt at all and I actually laughed a little. I instantly felt the transition into my waking body. Damn that was fun.

Lucid~

Woke up in my room as usual and then it was dark and I was pissed. So I cast a Harry Potter spell and the light turned on. I then warped through my door and tried to fly away but I floated and landed on a rock. I then proceeded into moving into the dark woods and a weird person
with a strange costume on came up and said something then I woke up.

Short but sweet ;x

I also had a normal dream about rotten peaches.

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I am only recording memorable dreams in part to encourage myself to have more of them and because there is no real reason for me to record unremarkable dreams at this point.

December 12, 2010: Waves of Times
Nonlucid for the most part
I was walking along near a stand of trees that were planted in rows. They were young trees evenly spaced and stood like they had been set to a grid pattern. Besides them was a small clearing where bright green grass that has been newly planted carpeted the ground. Here was a picnic table. I felt this loose feeling when time begins to become unhinged in the dream. Then a there was a guy sitting at the table looking lonely, he seemed to be missing his son. I floated over to him and when I looked at him from the back a library started to form around this whole site. A library replaced the small stand of trees. I looked around and waves of times washed through my vision. This looked like sections of instances in time; nighttime, early morning, people walking in the library, no one in the library, kids running around in the library, a librarian quietly putting books back; all in sections as they passed before me right to left. Then the lonely man was seated here again at a table. A shift in time slid by and in it I saw him happily reading a book to his young boy.

December 13, 2010: An Unrelated Narrator
Nonlucid mostly.
I was just wandering around but there was this guy narrating a story that had nothing to do with what I was seeing. I knew the story was totally different from what I was seeing and that the two where not connected. The story made perfect sense and was about some guy doing something unremarkable as far as I can remember. I remember following the story to see if this story was going to make any sense and surprisingly it did.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

10/11/10 Party at the top floor, entered via fire escape, dancing as part of a spell, have to leave for a moment, I keep swirling and believeing, Pil is somehow better and more experienced than me, transfer of knowledge through breaking of the spell and the bond shared within, blood bond?, symbolic knowledge, knowledge of letters, someone there, knocking in the ceiling as part of the spell, call Daniel so he knows it is just part of the spell, mette and friends invite me in second time around, bump into Casper/Sauer on the way in second time, they are leaving, I care little, go inside Mette's place and make sure I invite peeps from upstairs, I am offered food, not the cheese as it really taste like cheese and mette thinks that is bad, I try and explain it is ok and she should give it to me, pil says the sameand is eating some of the cheese.
(skip)
I am in the woods climbing trees, the primary part of them are badly mutilated, there is a narrative going and I am being educated about the trees, some trees change as you get closer to the crown, others have parasitic entanglements native to them (and as such grow quicker!). I have a small retractable knife with me and I am cutting in the trees, I don't have malicious intent and what I am doing doesn't seem wrong (this logic later baffle's me and I remember I find it strange that I had to use a grass sort as the perfect wood for a bow). The season is a bit off for learning I decided and exit the woods right out into the streets where Thure is waiting. He explains that I should try and get Pil to teach me Magic as I might get experience and progress I tell him “Hah, so I can become a level ½ wizard!?” in a jokey tone although I contemplate telling him about the surges of energy I have been feeling lately. I say “If it was a fight where anything goes I would probably beat him.”
“Well actually I don't know” I continue sincerely
Thure joins in “Well he is actually quite strong.”
“Yeah and I have lost quite a bit of my mojo since the last time I worked out”
I challenge him to a sprint and he agrees. I almost beat him, but something happens towards the end that make me slip up. Some random guy asks if we are to do it again, I say yes, but I don't really feel like inviting him in so I select a distance that is narrow enough that even 2 people would have issues in certain points of the course. There is a countdown from 3 led by me and we are off again, I am in front most of the time, but Thure beats me towards the end, I just can't seem to be going any faster. The random guy shouts out “Why yes of course” during the sprint and explains that Thure won due to his running economy and the fact that he maintained a vertical posture in the beginning whereas I was flat out sprinting leaned forward the entire time. I look at him intensely as he seems to know what he is talking about and say to Thure “Again!” we prepare for another sprint. I wake up.

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Being stuck on a tropical island as I had to go back to get my clothes.
My mum was there as well.
Told her I was going insane.
She told me it was because of grandma we were there as longs as we were.
A broken toilet, tried to fix it, disgusting!
Finding various pieces of old clothes I don't know where are now.

Skip or new dream

On Bornholm, somehow it is in a different climate branch than usual.
Driving on muddy biking paths, running too.
There are crocodiles on all sides of the paths.
Driving in a golf buggy, bikers in the way, they don't seem to understand that I am not quite driving a car.
I loose my shoe, which is really a fish and it gets eaten by a baby croc.
This means I have to run through mud and crocs bare footed.

Skip

I am in Africa, on a shore.
In a documentary where they are showing ancient hunting techniques and how they have discovered that they are different to what previously assumed.
They are hunting crocs, and preserving them making sure they don't over hunt.
At a point I have to run across the shore on difficult cave terrain and stamp the crocs out of their caves.
I am a bit scared.
I end up knocking loose a big shield shaped rock, this defines the old king as remainging the king although he was just challenged by his son.
He gives me a set of 3 ancient (or not that ancient) mugs as a thanks.

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Sisse is coming down the street on a bike.
She tells me about how her mum is cutting up materials and making shirts.
She would like to sell this in Thailand.
I tell her I can help.
Something about Facebook.

I am dog-sitting my (late) dog, 2 white dogs- one large and one small, and one shepherd-like dog that is a "skinwalker." I know this dog is really a man but I let him hang out with us as a dog. The larger white dog I know(in dream) from a doggy daycare I take my dog to. Later, I am with X and I point to the sky where the larger white dog is flying (Mindy? Millie?) and tell him I was dog-sitting that dog earlier. That the dog is now flying doesn't phase me. Walk away from X thinking I need to tell him I don't ant to be with him anymore.

I am at a crowded outdoor market at night. X is there but with his friends, and I am avoiding them. I see Zach G. (saw him PBS this evening IRL) and I make a stupid joke and he laughs and walks away. He later reappears and makes a joke and I laugh. A band or some kind of performance is going on- kids are on stage. I see my old friend KO and wave. She is sitting with the skinwalker, he is in human-form now. I say her name and she looks uncomfortable and tells me that she doesnt go by that name anymore, she changed her name to Lauren. The skinwalker chimes in that she hasnt used that name in 10 years. I know better because I talked to her last year, and I say, it's ok, you don't have to lie to me about it. She says woman lawyers usually change their names when they pass the BAR. I tell her my lawyer friend didn't. She seems like she doesn't want to know me anymore. "American Girl" by Tom Petty is playing over loudspeakers.

I see a co-worker, and I ask him if I can follow him because I have nothing to do. He says, "come on." I follow him down a parking-garage-like hallway, but I lose him.

Next I am skateboarding, but using an office chair. I am in the forest, and sometimes I have to stop to move the chair over tree-roots, but other times I am zipping in between giant trees and it is exhilarating. I hit a dead-end, where the path is cut off by a school building and a road. It is lighter outside now, like the day went backward, but I don't think about it. It is beautiful out. I turn my chair around and climb up a hill I had just skated down. I enter a type of bridge- like a traffic/car overpass, only partially built and over a giant canyon of forest. I realize I must have been going really fast on my "chair" (standing like a skateboard) to not notice I went over a narrow ledge so high up. I suddenly hear someone singing "American Girl" echoing what I heard earlier in the market. It scares me. I look to my left and see my co-worker, his back to me, sitting on the ledge of the bridge, his legs dangling over the side carelessly. I realize I can't walk over the ledge because I feel like I will fall- it is too high up and too narrow. I start to move backward and crouch down. I don't know if the co-worker is aware of me, but I think I must have passed him up before and not knew it. I start to yell for help, I feel like this might be the way I die, and adrenaline is stinging my insides. I wake up, still with that feeling of terror.