I get dropped off at a mountain resort in the winter. There are people getting barbeque grills ready for a weekend event. Mostly sales people, all wearing red. I have some charcoal in my hand for some reason. I walk through the main sales road and put the briquettes on the last grill with an open flame just as the sales person raised the metal grate to adjust the gas burner. He gives me a weird look after I snuck the charcoal into his grill, but I walk away before he says anything. It felt like the right thing to do anyway. I reach a hill-top party area, with a few large groups of people. I am shuffled into a circle with an intimidating group of about 20 older men, all giving me mean looks. Terrified, I introduce myself to each of them, doing my best to remember their names and whatever they say about themselves. One in particular is especially scary, wearing camouflage, very tan, and in need of a shave. He's a large guy, looks like he could rip me in half with little effort. I remember he said he fought in Veitnam. I personally don't support fighting and killing, but decided to thank him for fighting for my sake anyway. Even if I don't agree with what he did, he seems proud of it, so I thank him for his reality of what he did and why, not for mine. The whole group seems to recognize my respect for them, and relaxes, including me in their discussion. Somehow it turns into me leading a chant in regard to the food that we're eating, but it just doesn't work. There's too many words, and the rhythm is way off. I stop chanting, and they are a bit disappointed, urging me to continue. "It isn't a good chant, it doesn't sound right" I tell them. I start a new chant with all of them, "Cheese please, give us some cheese... cheese please, give us some cheese..." It sounds much better, and has a good rhythm. We all get into it, and to our surprise, a girl comes by with large trays of mostly cheese. I'm not sure what it is, but it has three layers of melted cheese, with maybe some thin tortilla chips separating the layers with a good crunch. It looks absolutely amazing. The girl walks away with an impressively large slice in her hand, nibbling at it with delight. I look back to the tray and it has already been devoured! Satisfied, everyone leaves and I am left on my own on some small streets in a mountain town. I start double-jumping off walls while trying to throw a pen into a dart board. I get the wall-jumping down, but the pen just isn't sharp enough for the dart board. Frustrated, I throw it hard, and it sticks right in. I roller-blade down a big hill down to where there is a large park and a whole different climate. Now a warm summer day, I walk up to the park and notice some old basket balls and tennis balls, somewhat deteriorated, all mixed in some leaves up against the curb. There is a trash can nearby, so I take it upon myself to throw all these garbage balls away. Two girls playing catch with one another drop their ball and it rolls into some of the nasty gutter-leaves. I pick it up and toss it back to them before it gets too dirty. "What are you doing? That's gross" one of them tells me. "Well, if I don't pick them up now, they'll probably be even grosser later" The other girl suggests, "Just leave them there in the sun for a while, then they'll be all dried out, and much cleaner to work with" I think that's a good idea, but some of them will indeed be grosser if they're in a shady wet spot. I also feel like it's somehow my job to pick them up. "That's a good idea, but I think I'll just finish getting these ones for now" I tell them.
Dream Fragments I was playing the guitar really well I knew where the chords were and everything. I was sitting on the stairs tying my shoelaces. I was with a old veteran from a war and he was talking to me about a war. Dream I was part of the Clone Wars from Star Wars sent to some fiery place and I had to protect two soon-to-be Jedis (I guess you could call them that) in Fabio and Rafael Da Silva (2 Man United Defenders if you don't know). I was being hunted down by Asajj Ventress and General Grievous I got scared and ran to Obi-wan but I left the twins behind when I got back they were dead. Dream 2 This dream happened twice. I was supposed to go to school but me and my friends bunked. We went to the train station and I had my oyster card but my other friend couldn't go, he had to buy a ticket. Second Time. My friends had come to my house so that we could all go to the station together. I left my house and my friend in there (which is strange as it is my house) my friends were walking on but I waited for him. When we left some lady on a motorbike nearly hit us. She was Asian and wearing a blue helmet and the bike was blue too (my fav colour) she rode off and came back she nearly got hit by a car. My and my friend walked off.
a Type: Regular Dream. Lucidity: 1 23 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 I found myself on a yacht in its hallway. I walked up a small flight of stairs into a dining area. I looked around and realized just what a yacht really is, a rich man’s houseboat. It felt like a cozy house but on the water with all that nautical flavor to it. Two men walked into the room, one was the owner, guy who lived here and the other a grizzled old veteran type. The vet started to take some things out of a plastic box container that was on the floor. The yacht owner sat down on the bench/seat on the sides of the room that looked out onto the water. The veteran started taking things out of that plastic container and putting them in a sack, the man on the bench looked at him quite sadly. I heard the guy on the bench’s thoughts, he was sad because he had brought the other veteran here from an alternate earth where there had been “no south east Asian conflict.” Those were some strange ideas so I was open to more thoughts. “Iron Mike has lived nearly his whole life here in this world and has still joined the military, I had hoped he would not have to see the horrors of war.” The thoughts were so clear I almost thought they were mine so I wasn’t entirely sure where this information was coming from. It wasn’t Iron Mike he was thinking about… what things to bring to the kids!? What kids? He doesn’t look like the father type but I did get a feeling of charity in there. Iron Mike was now happily going around the room picking things he wanted to take. He walked around me thinking but not saying “excuse me” as he reached across me to get something. I just stood there trying to figure this whole thing out. “There” he said as he put the plastic container on the seat next to the other man. The yacht owner tried to smile. Then I looked around and things started to get a little trippy. It was like a rippling effect and the scene and sounds changed to an earlier time and there were kids running and yelling through the boat and the two men where there enjoying the kids excitement as they played with their new Christmas toys. Every time I looked in a different area there was a different rippling effect and times and scenes changed, one was even at night. I wasn’t sure what was going on it was all a jumble and very confusing. Finally the dream ended, I immediately felt these events would quickly be forgotten so I wrote them down. I did forget but the few things I wrote brought it all back.
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