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around 9:00am
26.07.12

Followed
Non-Lucid



Apparently I was in a building which was where my job was situated, except it wasn't because I didn't work in this building. My apparent Supervisor came in and said that we had to do a team building exercise. Myself and another guy started fighting, for no reason whatsoever, great team work, eh? I flipped us over his chair, I had his neck in a headlock and next thing I know I am walking home. It is light at this point and I get a phone call from one of friends. He asks me If I want to play football, I say maybe. This girl comes up to me, she had old fashioned clothes and a short hairstyle. She comes up to me, while I'm on the phone, and starts shouting, shouting at me for no reason. She makes it so I can't hear my friend on the phone and eventually he gets tired of me not replying and hangs up. And it cartoonish fashion, I ran away from her, but she followed me and kept shouting with her hand in the air.

After I ditch her, I continue my journey home. I get the feeling someone is following me, I then see three guys walking towards me. I notice that the two to the side of the man in the middle is dragging him. He looks dead, so instead of walking towards him, I take walk through the park. It is now pitch black, and I'm walking behind this couple. I look to the side and the two guys dragging the body are still following me. I notice it is very foggy now, it was like something out of Alan Wake. I notice I have a flash light so I shine it around the area, and don't notice anything wrong, so I continue on my way.

I'm keeping this short. I find it time consuming to add a lot of detail to NLDs (non-lucid-dreams)

Working
I dream I am working. That's about it. It was a really boring dream with nothing unusual or out of place that I remember. Plus it was a short early REM dream.

My Journal
Jana from work was a my house. I smell her men's cologne before I see her. My house looked a lot like a house my older sister used to live in. She wrote a bunch of shit in my personal journal. One line of text I saw clearly was

I am way too dramatic

I just blow it off like maybe sometimes but whatever.


Sad Bro
My brother visits us from TX. My mom and sisters are there. We chat and then everyone starts doing thier own thing like cell phones, computers, TV. He gets up and tells us he has to leave because he has to work in the morning. He seems real sad and on the verge of tears. I go to him concerned. He tells me he wrote all of us letters. I ask why and he says so that we will all feel better.

#I have no clue what that's about.

The Mall
I am at the mall with my Dad. It is so crowded that you can barely walk without bumping into people. We hear some girls talking about free stuff so we follow them to some clothing store. My wife is there now and as the work puts the stuff out we all grab. I come out with an apron that reads "Simple Simon's Pizza" I am not too happy but my wife is all about it. She is going on about how she loves Simple Simon's Pizza. I find my dad sitting at a table chatting. I get irritated and tell him I want to go.

#The last two dreams were what I call alarm clock dreams. Short dreams in the 9 minutes between snoozes. This happens a lot. I wonder if there would be a way to have a short LD.

1) some sort of quest. I am at work. I talk to Michelle and Joyce. Something about my daughters. I inspect a crimp termination.

2) I am in a bathroom stall. The toilet over flows when I flush. Shit water to my waist. My wife tries to help but I send her out.

# Why am I dreaming so much about shit and bad bathroom experiences? I vow to RC every time I go!

Date: 02/07/2012
Place: Friend's bed
Time of getting into bed: 1.48am

Dream 1 - lucid at the end - 3.35am

I am laying in the bed I fell asleep in. My partner is laying next to me, he gets up, and does not open his eyes, but tries to get out of bed sleepily. I ask him what he is doing, and he claims he is getting up to go and get changed. I think he is sleepwalking so I tell him to get back into bed, he grabs me, and I kiss him on the lips. He doesn't respond, which I think is strange, and I tell him he is dreaming, but he gets a little annoyed. I now realise I am dreaming. I decide to wake myself up, because I feel uncomfortable in this dream, and feel like my dream partner is getting angry. I wake up and am slightly annoyed I woke myself up when I could have made use of being lucid.

Dream 2 - lucid at the end - 5.19am

I am with my partner, and we are going to go and take a shower. We drive along a dirt track road, it is muddy with ditches either side. It seems to be located in the middle of a field. We get to the end, and there is a small building, like a shed, which has a shower inside it. N gets in the shower, he has a red towel round his waist. I wait in the car, as I do, I look to my left (I am in the passenger seat) and notice a playground in the distance. It looks old and abandoned, and there are a group of intimidating youths hanging around, possibly drinking. There are 2 girls who are also there, just passing by. One of them is wearing nothing but a pink towel, and I know she has just had a shower and is making her way home. The youths harass them, and lift up her towel. I don't move from the car, because I don't want them to see me. I lock the door, and the youths make their way over. They surround the car, but only one approaches close, he lifts up the window wiper and lets it go. I open my door slightly, so I can shout out 'What do you want?' He tells me to open the door so he can get in, I say no. I then shut the door and lock it, before he tries to get in. I then stare at the shower waiting for N to return, hoping he will be fast. The youth knocks again and again, but I ignore him. Finally N comes out the shower, and does not realise what is going on. I jump into the drivers seat (which is on the wrong side of the car) and unlock the car so he can get in, I shout to him to hurry up. The youth gets his hand inside my door, but I bite hard on his arm, drawing blood. I clearly remember the feel of his flesh on my teeth. Then as N gets in I lock the doors, and drive away fast, taking care not to drive down the ditch as we flee. I suddenly become lucid, I have no idea how I do this but suddenly I know I am dreaming, and I am watching the car from above, like a bird in the sky. There are a few seconds of noise in my ears, while I watch the car drive away safely, then I wake up.

Dream 3 - non lucid - 7.10am

I am me, but I am a super fast runner, and with my family. We are in a place which is a bit like a theme park, and I run at super speed everywhere.There is a themed area called 'Breakfast of Champions' which features some statues and objects. We go to a house, inside this house, we get stuck, a bit like in a deflated bouncy castle. I have to use my super speed to run 'at' or 'up' the walls, to free us and get us back to being on our feet. I remember the room is brown. Someone gave me some weed to slow me down, and I sit and watch a TV show. The program is about a hospital in Stamford, where they carry out surgical proceedures for enhancing beauty, such as breast enlargement etc. There is a female narrator, and some famous clients having plastic surgery, including Kelly Osbourne. They have a visit from a famous singer (female, late 40's) although I know she is famous I don't know who she is. The narrator makes a point of saying the singer has NOT had plastic surgery, and the singer sings to the clients as they are recovering.

Dream 4 - non lucid -9.13am

I am at my sister's house, and I hear her boyfriend getting mad at her, then beating her up rather badly, saying 'You make me do this.' While she cries in pain, I jump up to see, but do not help her, although I am very upset. After he leaves I take her to one side and tell her to leave him, that she can come and live with me and I'll look after her. She is sad and crying.

Later on in the same dream, I am rolling a joint with L, when I find out (via Facebook maybe?) that R has got a job that he was after, and tried hard to get. We celebrate, and I buy R a pencil, and a pencil sharpener as gifts to say well done. S wants to go to the pub, but my partner doesn't want to as he is too tired.

Dream 5 - non lucid

My mum takes me on a ride, where you climb into a small room, and someone shuts the door behind you. (a bit like a ferris wheel, but bigger, and more solid, like rooms instead of cages.) The ride takes you really high, into outer space, and you can see the whole of the universe. I don't like it at all, I don't feel safe and I complain to my mum. When we get back down, my mum gets off the ride, but leaves me on with a man I don't know. The man is drunk. I try to get off the ride, but my exit is blocked by a man drinking in a pub, and chatting to his mates, and he has 3 pints of cider on a table next to him. I do a flying kick and smash the glasses off the table, so I can escape the ride. This is caught on film, and everyone stares, some people are impressed.

Dream 6 - non lucid 11.15am


I forgot the beginning of this dream, because I took a while to wake up properly and get to my DJ. It was a matter of seconds, but the dream kept slipping from my memory.

I have made my dad a CD of music, mostly Nirvana and the White Stripes. At first he is unsure but he soon gets into it and appreciates it. I found some of Kurt Cobain's old clothes, which are like animal skins, sort of like what cavemen would wear. It includes a fur hat, with ears. I put them on, and as I look in the morror, I have long, curly ginger hair, which is all knotted. I try to pull the knots apart but it rips my hair.

I go to work like this, and work is in a dark, cluttered place with lots of people. My boss is an older woman who is angry and strict. A friend (not from RL) works with me, they are a bit of a walkover but I am not. Our job involves fitting a knife, fork and spoon into the corresponding slots. My friend has no knife, and is worried about what the boss will do when she finds out. I reassure them, and we make plans for when we get out of work.


***NOTEWORTHY***
N has never sleepwalked
I can't drive in RL, but it was N's car I was driving in the dream
Someone was smoking weed in the same room before I went to bed, and I did help them roll, but didn't smoke any.
I was telling someone to read 'Breakfast of Champions' before I went to bed
My sisters boyfriend often argues with my sister, but has never hit her
R was moaning about how he should get a new job a few days ago
People were drinking cider in the same room before I went to bed
I often give my dad music, and recently saw a live gig with him.
In real life I have shortish, black hair.

1)Medical Paddling

I was having restless legs and i think thats what triggered the dream. There was a method to paddle your feet. Sort of alternate moving your toes. It was medically beneficial. I watched as some people worked out toxin build up. They had gray spots on their feet. A doctor had me try it.

2)I Eat Monsters

I see a floor vent appear on the foot of my bed. I am alone and in a different house. I mentally see the duct run under ground to a empty house across the street. Then, an evil clown doll (it looks a lot like the It clown) comes out to kill me. But I am ready. I swing at it and it goes back in.

I am afraid but I'm really pissed it is bothering me. Then I am screaming at it. "Hey! Come one you little bitch! Let's go little bitch! I'm waiiiitiinnnng! What's a matter? You fucking bitch! Little pussy run and hide? Come on! Come on! Piece of shit!"

Then it pops out and I have a pair of orange handled scissors. I try to chop its head off but it has the same pair and blocks me. We snip our scissors at each other for a bit before he ducts back down. I take the vent cover and slam it on.

Then I see a little claw like a bears pushing the vent off. It comes out and crawls onto my bed. It is detached and moving on its own. I just watch and wait. It looks really odd like its made of a nutty bar. But I know it is the clown in disguise.

So I quickly grab it and start eating it. Want to kill it so I just take bites and chew it up real fine and spit it out. I am a little scared to actually eat it. It is soft but tough like beef jerky. I find a metallic piece in my mouth. It feels like a earphone jack. I just chew it up too and spit. Chew and spit until its gone. I see chewed up evil clown bits on my white blanket. Then I see my daughter telling me something when I wake up.

3)Winner?

I win like $150 playing pool with Richard. Then it get weird the game is like some sort of machine and the pool balls are on cup things. I am taking my final shot and I win again. The machine spits out my winnings. I see Richard and he is drunk. I look at what the machine gave me and it is vouchers and checks. I look at his checks and it is just signed and has the amounts. something like $43.37 and $69.15. But there is no other information so I ask him but he is drunk and useless. I head to the bank hoping to get my money.

4)Work Sucks

There is something about the mold shop. I don't remember why I'm there. Something about Frank. He said he want to bid out. We seem to be waiting to leave. Then, I am leaving work and walking outside to my car. But everything is messed up. There are new out building and we have more parking area. I see Jeremy and Jon and I tell them something about how I miss one day and everything changes.

Then I am alone. I am walking on a gravel road. I parked way out there. So I start jogging. I hear car coming too fast behind my. I heard the pops and crunches the tires make and it is real close. I glance back and see I better move. It is a truck and it goes around me fish tales on the curve. I notice the truck is gray with a darker gray bed. There are some sort of red decals on the side. The hubcaps are odd. They are gray and solid with something like a spider decal in the center. The windows were tented. I didn't recognize the truck and I couldn't see who it was. I just gave them a dirty look and shrugged it off.

I try to remember where I parked. I am still jogging. I see really tall grass where I was trying to go and a lot of mud puddles. My car isn't there. I look on the other side. I think I see it past the tall grass. I start to run in there but I hear a strange sound like a snake. So I pause and go down a little more. I see yellow tubs were the grass is growing out. I finally see a path and take it to my car. I wake up.

5)Wal-Mart

Fragment about working at Wal-Mart. I was going something in the back employee area and cash registers.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

As my recall sucked, I only managed to get one dream down. Plus I had work in about 45 minutes, so I needed to get ready.

I was at my friends house, in the garden. I was with a girl, she looked a lot like my step sister. She was stacking some boxes in the middle of the garden and I was wathcing her. She seemed very happy . She then got called in and then came back out in a shit mood. She then walked over the other end of the garden and picked up more boxes. I decided to help as she looked very unhappy and annoyed.

That's it for may :3.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

Keep getting lazy with typing up DJ entries. So here is the one from 3 days ago .

In this dream, I was at school but the school was completely different to what it normally is. There were math rooms on the second floor, I was in one of them. It had blue carpet and only half of the room had tables. I was just listening to my teacher speak then got bored and went outside. I then walked round the courtyard with ym friends and then we reached another math room. It had the same teacher as I had in the class before . me and my friends then snuck into the class and waited just by the second door inside. I left my bag next to me and we walked out, still leaving my bag there. I then decided to go back to my class but this time it was a food science class. On my way I saw a kid getting bullied by two other kids, who looked almost the same as the kid getting bullied. He started shouting As I Lay Dying lyrics at the two bullies then I beat up the two bullies and I carried on to food science. When I got there my teacher said I could not do the lesson, so I walked home and spoke to my family for a while. I then went back to school with my friends, then snuck into the classroom and got my bag. I then sprinted out at full speed then went back to my food science class. This time I was being stalked by a little kid and he was annoying . I then teleported to food science and the room was similar to where I work. (At a resturant) I put my stuff in a box, including and Blue 3DS and A Red DS Lite. I then claimed the items and worked for a bit. The dream ended at this point.

On to the next DK entry -__-.

1. I was at work, and one of my patients was having problems and had come in for some testing. He was first in line which a lot of people behind him. In the meantime, I was running the test on Dr. D. C, an echo tech, had another patient on the table next to Dr. D, and she was showing me how to hook someone up. It was similar to doing an EKG but more complicated with extra leads. I had to attach both an orange lead and a blue lead at each location. The blue leads were shaped like monkeys. Part of the test was to see if the patient developed a certain taste in his mouth.

2. My husband was leaving for work and taking the minivan, which was parked across the street. I had to take the kids somewhere, but I hadn't driven in awhile and had to find where I had parked the other car. [This situation should have tipped me off since we always keep the cars in the garage & I drive daily] I thought I saw the car parked down the street so I sent the kids to check it out. While they did that, I went inside to grab a snack. I looked in my nightstand, but it mainly contained food I don't like: packaged cookies, canned asparagus and tubes of herb paste. I found one tiny packet of airplane peanuts. My bedroom looked right but the house itself was a small bungelow unlike any place I have lived. The neighborhood had small older homes with no garages. Then my coworker, L, and her husband gave me a ride in their van. We talked about sleeping in the back of the van. They had a mattress back there because L's husband works out of town and travels back & forth a lot.

3. My husband, T, Mom & I were in Toronto staying at a nice hotel. We were in the lobby and I saw someone that I had met at an investigator mtg last year in Montreal. He was standing by the pool table talking about how much he likes to travel on business, but he had mixed feelings about his next trip since he always drinks too much. So of course we all hung out at the bar and I introduced him to T & Mom. He said that we should all come back to Toronto in a few months and meet him there, and Mom said she was already planning another Toronto trip anyway.

This dream wasn't lucid but the imagery of the half-naked woman will haunt me for some time.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The earliest thing I recall is standing in the conferenceroom at my former job. Along with several others I am setting up food forpeople returning from a meeting where it will be announced that we haveachieved a big win, an announcement that we have been awarded a major projectwith lots of money involved. On this scale such awards happen only every fewmonths at best so this is a big deal. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of the engineers I work with, J.W., is standing near meand talking about the project. I don’t really pay attention to the specifics,though I am glad for our success as a company. I’ll be attending the meeting,though my work on the project may not come for months.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A gathering of people has been set up on the top floor ofthe parking garage, a makeshift receiving line designed to welcome ourreturning staff with honor and fanfare. The problem is that other offices sharethe parking garage, and their clients happen to wander inadvertently throughthe receiving line. The first couple of people don’t really cause any stir, butthe third person, a large woman in a car with no roof, really causes some commotion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman is older, perhaps somewhere between 55 and75,though it’s hard to determine exactly as she appears quite unhealthy and obese.She is wearing a muumuu and as the car rolls by she sticks her legs in the air,revealing her cottage cheese legs and bulbous calves. What’s really grotesqueis she has on no underwear, and her misshapen crotch is a sight that makesseveral people ill, including me. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turn to my dad who is standing next to me in the line and ask,“Did you just see what I saw?” He confirms that he did and we both just faceaway, still looking for our expected staff. When some employees do arrive weshout and throw stuff in the air.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I make my way back inside the building and head downstairsvia the elevator. Some of the other staff members have arrived through thisfront door. I pass a group of older men dressed in suits, talking and laughingas they head in. I keep heading for the door.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I walk out into the sun I encounter a young man in aservice uniform and cap, coming in with a load of boxes. He’s slightly blondwith a charming smile, fit though not heavily muscled. He does not seem out ofplace in any way.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You sure have a lot of boxes there, “I say. “It’s like you’vegot a bomb or something. I recall that we had received a notice that someonehad given us a bomb threat, someone who had been causing trouble in other partsof the city, and we should be on the lookout for a person with a lot of boxes,but I do not suspect this guy. I’m joking with him when I mention bombs.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He turns slightly and his gaze settles on me. He still hashis bright smile but as he faces me the happy grin disappears, and is replacedby a look of determination. Something about the change in his demeanor alertsme that he is the bomber I’ve been told to keep an eye out for, and my fearlevel shoots up a little. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]By this time I’m standing on the opposite side of my SUVfrom him. He has been unloading boxes from it and has one more box to carry inbut it is still inside the vehicle. I am standing by the open driver-side doorholding the keys, and as he reaches for the back passenger-side door to get hisbox I press the button to lock the doors.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]THWUNK! All the locks go down at once.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He looks through the vehicle at me, starting to look alittle bit shocked that I’m keeping him from his bomb materials. He has his ownkey fob and presses the button to unlock the doors.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]SHOONK! The locks all go up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I know I can’t let him get in so I press the button againand hold it down so he can’t operate them from his fob. I’ve managed to keephim from getting in but there isn’t anything to stop him from coming around thevehicle and attacking me, and this realization spurns me to action. I jump intothe driver’s seat and start the vehicle, still holding down the lock button onthe key fob. I can’t risk him getting in before I get away, and without hislast box he can’t do any serious damage.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I manage to get the door shut and I start driving as fast asI can though I am going terribly slow and can’t seem to pick up speed. The viewahead is of a street on the U.T. campus and there are speed bumps along theroad. I stop worrying about my speed, not wanting to fly up if I hit a bump toofast, and instead turn my attention towards looking for a police officer. Theyseem to be abundant whenever I don’t want to find any but I can’t locate any ofthem now when I need them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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First

I'm at dinner in a fancy large dining room. Someone suddenly attacks my farther with a knife and kills him. The attacker tries to kill me, too, but somehow fails, only leaving a small wound. I go take care of the wound. Someone who asks if I'm alright. I say it's just a small wound and that the assassin didn't seem to know where to aim. It is now apparent to me that someone stands to inherit a lot if they can get rid of me, too, and that they will try again. The assassin got away, but he was just some hired help anyway.

My friends don't seem very alarmed. They just tell me to relax and forget the whole thing. I need to go downstairs, apparently for evening snack. I take some long heavy object with me, don't remember what it was, and head down, to the dungeons. There are some people I dislike hanging around the stairs, sneering. I keep them away with the weapon. Downstairs there are again people who are appalled by my violent temperament and tell me to relax and enjoy the evening.

Second

A scout camp or a hike is ending, people are leaving. There is a person giving free massages to the tired people around. I'm not assertive enough to make it known, but my shoulders feel pretty horrible. There is always someone who gets there first and I don't get a massage.

From the night before

I'm with my boss in an office room. It's raining outside and he says something about biking in the rain. I say that I'm probably still gonna go to work today.

Later I'm running some large programs on a server. I check that it's going okay and go for a coffee break. When I get back, I look at them again. There is a short black down and everything reboots. Apparently doesn't cause any harm though.

Cath Lab

I am at work (the hospital) refilling the Pyxis medication dispensing machines. I have to refill the Pyxis in the heart cath lab. This pyxis seems to be located in an Aperture Science type place, with long corridors and chambers. I go down one corridor to fill one pyxis, and start to realize how isolated I am. It also becomes kind of creepy, because I think I see a body laying on a table in one of the cath labs. For some reason, I feel that this may end up being a threat.

There is more to this dream, but my recall isn't so good lately. My own fault, since I haven't been working on dreams so much recently.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]So, this dream is rather long and involved, though detailsare going to be hard to come by. I have not included even half of the visualdetail that I can recall from this dream, which remains clear despite not beingrepresentative of places in the real world.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The initial setting appears to be in the house of mychildhood best friend though I believe the dream began long before the firstscene I can recall. I walk from the hallway into the living room and I thoughtI heard someone in the house say there were wasps in the room. Posh, I thought,and headed over to the window. I think I bumped into the hive, a structurehanging in the window like a misshapen bee hive but filled with large wasps.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I possibly attempted to close the window or the bump startedthings, but either way the wasps were mad and began to swarm out of their hive.I immediately turned tail and began yelling and herding everyone to the back ofthe house, towards the back bedrooms. Wasps were not far behind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m not sure how many people were around, somewhere betweenfour and twelve, I think. I got everyone to go into the bedroom to the right,knowing that it had a connecting passage in the loft to the other bedroom if weneeded the space. Everyone was beginning to catch their breath though I wasstill alert, and I noticed one wasp had managed to enter the room with us. Itwas flying around and didn’t seem too interested in stinging anyone, yet itclearly needed to die.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]FWAP! Someone swatted it out of the air and onto the floor.Its legs were wiggling around in the air and the wasp curled its head towardsits abdomen, as if it was trying to sit up. Someone said I should stab it andkill it, so I picked up a nearby nail and prepared to plunge it in, a maniacalfeeling of power coursing through me. I brought the nail down and ran it intothe body of the wasp. The nail stuck in, but the wasp was still alive, and Iworried that it was suffering. Perspective altered a little and the wasp seemedbigger, and I seemed smaller, though just for the moment as I pushed the naildeeper into the wasp’s body, piercing its exoskeleton and driving it through tothe carpet bed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m not sure how, or why, but as a group we all left thehouse, possibly exiting through the back side door that led to the rear patio.From here it was time to go to work. I led my daughter into a front office tohang out in while I worked. Other children were in the building also.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Details of my work are somewhat fuzzy, though I can recallbeing tired and put out at the end of an eight-hour shift. I was sweaty also,and I can’t imagine why. This is the moment when I should have been ready to gohome, but instead I was led by someone to an adjacent warehouse-style buildingwhich housed the industrial aspects of the company. I was told I was needed tohelp get work done there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside the building were large machines powered by equallylarge motors, all connected by piping and conduits hanging overhead and paintedblue. The noise from these machines was quite loud, though I was still able tohear voices properly. The room itself was cavernous, impressively large forsuch an operation, and filled wall-to-wall with equipment of various kinds. Thesetup reminded me of jobs I had at a couple of my previous companies, which wasprobably why they wanted my assistance.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]All large loads were moved by either forklift or palletjack, and I knew how to operate both. I wanted to show my skills to my unknownsupervisor so I grabbed one of the pallet jacks and stood on the forks,propelling myself down the hall using one foot. As I approached the drop-offfrom the warehouse level to the parking lot below, I made a sharp left turn andbrought the jack to a stop right at the edge, demonstrating that I couldmaneuver it with expert skill. I was smiling but it only lasted a moment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Off to my right was the parking lot that ran between thewarehouse I was in and the building I had been working in just a little whilebefore. A group consisting mainly of children was being led up to the warehouseto help with the work, though I couldn’t imagine why they would want children.The lot looked dejected and moved slowly. Clearly none of them had any interestin working.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The group was brought inside and led to a number of worktables with chairs all around them. On the tables were components and suppliesfor assemblage, parts to some unknown item that I never examined closely. Ifeel like there were art supplies also, so the children could color, as thoughtheir artistic creations were some form of work. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I skated around the room on the pallet jack a bit andexamined some of the machinery as best as I could. It was an impressive setup,and I have always been somewhat fascinated by machinery and pumping equipment.I was familiar with some of the machinery but not with the actual industrialprocess occurring there. The building interior was a lot cleaner than any ofthe ones I had ever been in.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I headed back towards the front area of the warehouse whereI had entered initially. Some of the men were storing equipment and palletjacks right in front of the loading doors and the exit door also. I knew thiswas going to be a problem for the morning crew which would have to move allthat equipment to begin work unloading supplies from arriving trucks. It was also a fire hazard.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went looking for the supervisor-in-charge, and found hertowards the back of the building, in a hurry to leave. She was a tall woman,skinny, with curled hair that hung just below the shoulders. Her appearancesuggested she was in her late 40’s, like an uglier Sarah Jessica Parker if thatis possible. Her clothes were clearly not suited for a manufacturing floor, adress suit and white heels which enhanced the sickly paleness of her skin.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“We really shouldn’t store all that equipment and thosepallet jacks in front of the exit and loading doors. It creates more work inthe morning when shipments need to be unloaded, and it makes it harder foreveryone to leave today.” I said this in an urgent yet polite tone.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“We could take all the jacks and line them up in a row alongone side of the path between rows of equipment,” I continued. “This would makeit easy to grab a jack as it is needed and wouldn’t block any doors.” I was inmy element now, and probably as lucid as I could get.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman clearly did not want to entertain my idea and wasin a hurry to leave, so I added, “Having them in front of the exit is a majorfire hazard, and if one of the big bosses were to come in and see that heprobably wouldn’t like it; Even more so if the facility were to get inspected.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I don’t care. I want them there.” She was short with thisresponse, and as soon as she said it she fled down the back stairs and on intoanother part of the building, presumably towards her exit. Something was wrong,and I couldn’t believe I had failed to persuade her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went back up to the front of the building and found mydaughter. She was asking me how long we needed to stay, and I told her I didn’tknow.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Turning slightly I asked someone how much longer I needed towork, and they said, “Until you’re 40!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wasn’t sure if this meant I needed to work to that age, orstay until I reached that age, or if it was merely an odd reference to 40 hoursper week. The man’s laughter didn’t help, and all the children working in theplace still bothered me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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April 15, 12. 9:45pm - 2:15am

I was trying to remember my licence plate number and I asked Robert to go look, when he came back he tolled me, "6 2 4 N S U". I needed it because I was ordering music from BMG music club. I was laying on the floor looking through one of the magazines and wishing I could find some of the metal I listen to on Pandora radio. -End dream-

-Thoughts-
I had a second dream, but I focused so much on my first dream I forgot everything, but "a bean bag chair".

3:00am - 6:39am

I was at work and Robert came with me. Carrie (my boss) asked Robert to fix the roof. It was Sams week; the teachers try to get fathers, brothers... so on and so fourth, to volunteer and do work or play with the kids. I don't know what teacher I was with this morning, but all seventeen kids were there.Robert and I were talking as we headed outside. I was thinking,"I wonder if Corey is going to be here today". Just then, i turned and there he was setting in the grass, smiling at me. My heart jumped, as it always does when I see that smile. Then I looked over at Robert, He was bent over the roof having a having a hard time getting up on the roof. I watched for a moment, to stare at that sexy butt. I laughed, and helped him up. Robert gave me a kiss and thanked me for the help, he had the sexiest look in his eyes. I smiled and thought,"man I wish he was like this all the time."I climbed down and all the kids were playing, Corey was just setting in the grass. "Corey needs to get out there and play with the kids," I thought. So I went a grabbed a box of balls and took the purple and green one before all the kids ran off with all of them. I put the ball on the ground and kicked it towards Corey and yelled,"come on Corey, lets play." Corey looked at me with that smile again and Corey's son kicked the ball. I ran over to it and kicked it towards Corey again, he got up to kick it, but his son got it first. Corey and I laughed, then all three of us began to play for a while. Corey's son got bored and went off to play with other kids. Corey and I started to talk about our past. We were way in the back of the play ground. Corey told me, "you know. i have really missed you". "i missed you too, i'm so glad to see you with a better life", I replied. "That's not what i mean, I should not have let you go," he said. "well, I guess it's to late now i'm married, and you have a kid," I said. Oh and a wife or girlfriend, what is she anyway?" I asked. "My girlfriend," he said as he put his arms around me. The playground was empty now, all but Corey and I. I'm not sure were Robert was. "What are you doing Corey, Robert is on the roof!" I whispered. "do you want him to see us?" I added. "I don't care about him Jessi, I just want to hold you in my arms again," he said, with love in his voice. He almost had tears in his eyes. Corey was on top of me now, holding me with love. "But Corey, what about your girlfriend, don't you love her?" I asked. "No, i'm just with her because i love my son," He replied. Corey ran his finger tips through my hair and kissed my forehead. i didn't want to move as we stared into each others eyes. I had i brief thought about Robert, but it was gone as fast as I thought it. Just as i was going to ask Corey if he loves me there was an explosion right behind us. pieces of fence flew by us and the rest of the fence fell in flames. Corey and I jumped to our feet and Robert came out of nowhere and put his arm around me in a side hug. I hoped he had not seen Corey and I earlier. The smoke cleared, there were hundreds of armored men on horses.(they looked like the daedra off skyrim) The leader looked at us and declared that we are to be his prisoners. Before any of us could speak we were tied up and on the backs of horses galloping through fire. I heard screams and seen women running half naked away from the armored men. Tree armored men were taring a woman's clothes off and rapping her. Some how we arrived at a swamp, the armored men through us around a tree branch, tied us there and left. I looked around, there was me, Corey, Robert, Corey's son and a little girl i didn't know. A boomerang flew over us, cutting the ropes. We fell to the ground, I stood up dusting myself off. As I looked around, I wondered who the little girl was. All the scenery got sucked up. -End Dream-

Thoughts-

Booyah! i finally remembered a whole dream. It's weird how feelings can really come out in dreams.

- I was at some piercing/tattoo shop, and decided to get my lip pierced twice for some reason. I was very nervous about the pain. They had some kind of hybrid of a piercing gun and a needle to do it with. I sat in the chair, squeezed my eyes shut, and told the girl there to go ahead. It didn't hurt at all. I told her so, laughed, and thanked her as she went to get studs to put in. I looked in the mirror and the holes were like this:

I'm not really a fan of upper lip piercings, and I just remembered that in the dream when I looked at it. I decided I'd wait and see how I felt about it later on. I noticed the holes looked like they were starting to close up already. The girl finally came back, but she only had these huge ugly Hello Kitty studs. They each had a cheap plastic HK figure on the front that was probably half an inch tall. She gave me one to put in. It hurt and looked gross, but I finally managed to shove it through.

It gets fuzzy around here. Before I did the next one, my mom suddenly showed up, and was angry that I'd done it without telling her. She told me to take them out, but I refused. Then I have a vague memory of the shop being held up or something and everything getting all scary and violent, but I was rudely awakened this morning so I'm not sure what happened.


- Fragment where I went to work to get my schedule and it was very awkward. (I was worried about having to do it today, but it went smoothly for once.)


- Something about French class...I know I remembered more this morning but I didn't write them down, so meh.

My Brother on Skype

My brother was putting me down over Skype. My friend Micah from DV and our Lucid game project wrote a program that allowed me to capture and organize my brother's insults into categories. The comments were automatically filed by direct insult, insult as he spoke to someone else about me, and there were two other ways of organizing his insults.

I had a report of two or three pages showing each comment organized under its appropriate heading. At one point I had come up with something to say back to him. I typed it in Skype. I wish I could remember what it was I said. In any case, I decided not to send the message because it would play into his plan. I am currently not talking to him, haven't for about a year, and have no intention to talk to him ever again. So, I erased the message and decided the report of his comments was enough to damn him.

I had another dream where I was fighting my brother, but I can't remember it, so I'm just making the note here.

New/Current Job and Going to War

I was looking for work in the country. I've been working and thinking about my garden iwl, so I dreamed about a farm. I thought I would like it. Then I saw the workers as they bent down to spread straw or tirelessly pick vegetables. I realized it was not as romantic as I thought it would be.

Then I was on my job driving a school bus, but in this country environment, I didn't know if I needed to turn to the left or right on this country road.

I was eventually talking to someone in a special car. It had a boxy design, but was a luxury car, and was actually pretty nice looking. It was midnight blue. It was wide like a Bentley, and the sides were high. From the windows to the roof, it was like a second boxy level on top of the first. It was not as high and looked like a chop-top design. First it was a Jaguar, but I think it eventually was a Rolls or a Bentley because it just didn't have the styling of a Jag at all.

The guy inside was telling me about the car. He said it was designed to carry different types of people. There was one seat that was kind of separated from the others as it had a shower in it. You would sit in the seat and, you could clean off. That seat also was for the nerdy type as there was information on the inside of the car that would allow you to compare pricing on that car versus other cars. It was a nerdy thing because of numbers-crunching.

The other seats were more for diplomats or something. It was absolute prestige for the owner of the car, and luxury for the riders.

I then ended up talking to a guy in the same location, in an almost empty parking lot. Everyone was leaving. I was explaining that I didn't know which way to go. He said I just had to find the school my way, so I decided I would just go to the right and find it.

Then we started talking about how I was going to be going to war, and he was my commanding officer. I felt like I would never advance because I have such a poor memory and poor sense of direction. I started trying to improve his perception of my by touting my previous accomplishments in web design.

I then started telling him that while I used to be afraid of war, I have changed my attitude. I figured, I may very well die in the war, so I might as well fight with courage and die valiantly. I started really feeling ready to fight for our cause.

More Boxes

There was a building that was being foreclosed on. There was some kind of a structure under which the owner had built these box structures with plexiglass walls and wood frames. They built a tower underneath whatever the other structure was--some kind of an open fountain or sculpture.

I wanted some of the boxes, but I was afraid because they belonged to the owner. A guy who was with me said it didn't matter, and threw a couple of them to the side. This is reminiscent of the dream I had yesterday where there was a tower type structure of multiple cages for small rodents stacked atop eachother.