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Time: 6:AM

Woke up next to tucker. Oddly he was curled up next to me which is strange because he usually sleeps at the end of the bed. It was nice to see him next to me.

I dreamed that my car was parked in a dangerous neighborhood and I needed to get it out of there without getting killed. The neighborhood was especially dangerous because I had pissed someone off earlier. I felt scared to get into my car and drive away. I made it safely however.

I have a hundred year old great grandmother and in this dream I was at her house. She is very difficult to be around. Extremely difficult. It was extremely vague, otherwise.

I can remember being around my Grandparents at my dad's house. Also, my uncle stopped by briefly. We played a domino game called chicken foot. I remember seeing it from an odd bird's eye perspective. I can't really remember much else.

Well, it's been a while, but I finally remember a dream that I had last night.

Dream Type: Non-Lucid, Memorable.
Dream Mood: Shocking, Cool.
Dream Setting: In a Hotel, Near a Boat, In the Desert.
Dream Characters: My Friends, The Marines, Russian Military and Robots.

I don't remember how it began, but I was a U.S. Military Marine, or a Spy of some sort. I don't quite recall, but I had done missions before. I had my outfit on, and I was told to escort these little girls into this hotel of sorts, which had all the lights off and was dark due to the night sky that blue-lit the room. I was told to shoot down these enemies that would come into the room to try and take the girls. And so I hid behind the bed, while the girls hid in other areas around the hotel, like behind a couch or in the closet, though two girls hid with me behind the bed. I held my gun, which was an assault rifle with a scope and red dot sight, over the bed, waiting. To be honest, I was terrified, though I acted brave. Suddenly, an alarm went off. Granted, I knew that it was too soon for them to be here, and so I waited past the alarm. Eventually, an Enemy would bust through the door and the girls would scream. Coincidentally, I had my aim right on him, and killed him instantly. Next, I heard them coming towards the balcony of the hotel, where there were more of the bastards. I shot down the first wave, raid drenching me as I looked to my left to find that the balcony was over an ocean, and a boat of sorts was almost directly under it. Suddenly, a few others walked casually my way, though I tried shooting them, but nothing happened. Instead, they held some other Marines, and they all looked knocked out or dead. Still, I noticed that these were of Russian descent, and that one of them was my friend Dylan! That betraying bastard then tossed one of the U.S. Marines over the balcony and into the water. I didn't know what to do, and so I stayed put.

This next part of the dream was quite far apart from the latter one. Instead, I started out in a dome of sorts, one that looked aged and old, covered in hanging vines and moss. It stood in a desert area, and I was in some sort of super-suit, which had a vest that was fit for my muscles, a helmet that looked very furturistic, and the rest to match such a theme. Still, I didn't pay much mind it would seem, and so I walked around, though suddenly, a large robot came from nowhere, and I knew that I had to fight this thing. Granted, I haven't a clue if I won that battle or not, though judging by what happened next, I'm assuming that I lost. I now had no armor, and was simply in some shoes, jeans, and a coat; stranded in the desert as just a normal civilian of sorts. I was in a creek, wondering where to go. I just laid on the ground, and waited a while, before then getting up and heading in the other direction. Soon enough, I was in a destroyed town that reminded me of a sort of old Spaghetti Western, though there were two or three random people there, I instead decided to just walk around and free-run. I believe that was the end of that.

I'm in some sort of school. Not my own school, it's a primary I think, and I'm my little brother and a bunch of his friends in one of the classrooms. We're waiting for something. I look out of a little window in the wall and we're surrounded by nature of some sort.

Then I'm in a small tuck shop of some sort. There's a man behind the counter who kind of looks like the guy on Cake Boss, that Italian American dude who speaks really loudly and makes cakes.
I look around a bit and I see rows of sandwiches and baguettes. The guy implies I should hurry because he's closing soon. I pick out a baguette which has a picture of penne/farfalle with red sauce on the packet thing. This is strange, but I go along with it.

I pay the guy, and he starts telling me I should tell people about his shop, which is called Mirabella or something which sounds close to that. Then I know that the valley in which the school is located, in the last years of the 18th Century (I live in Malta, which Napoleon occupied for two years from 1798-1800) some workers were building something which he didn't like, and Napoleon starting pleading desperately with them to stop (I see a vision of a list, with pleading words Napoleon used and gentlemanly words he didn't use while pleading, a woman's voice narrates). I'm still in the shop and as he narrates, I lean on the counter and the Cake Boss' little daughter is next to him. I pull away and everything melts.

I wake up.

(For the record, this dream was so deeply strange and random I am disappointed I didn't become lucid)

4 Aug 2011

Very vague, something about keeping a look out for ten things, also reference to an equation from the final question in the physics bowl in an episode of "The Big Bang Theory", the solution being '-8PiAlpha' (both the solution from the show and the one which I derived in my dream) and reference to the 824 party as organized IRL by individual(s) unknown, to be held on the morning bus on August 24, 2011 (8/24). No other details.

I only have vague fragments where I was sitting in the principals office, ratting on some people. The culprits were sittting in front of me, so everything was awkward. They looked sad and scared.