The Cusp

WTF?
Recall: 9/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Left Side (Right Brain)

Tim and I are in a car with Jennifer at the wheel. She might be drunk, because her driving is atrocious. She's hitting everything, parked cars, buildings, moving cars, and cutting a swath of destruction across the town.

We finally come to a stop after careening off several moving vehicles. As we sit there a little dazed, one of the drivers from a car we just hit comes up to us and tries to open the door. I lock them before he can. He goes around to the other side of the car where there is an open window. I yell at Tim to take the wheel, and punch out the guy trying to get in through the window. Then we floor it and get out of there.

We make our escape and end up back in Jeniffer's driveway, where she begins to perform what appears to be oral sex on my knee. I point this out to Tim who just shrugs, and I go with it, unzipping and giving her something to suck on. As she sucks me, I notice a cake with sky blue icing beside me and begin to gorge myself with cake as I'm being pleasured. Tim drops his shorts as well, and we let her take turns on us while we laugh and eat cake.

We all go inside, and some other guy starts having sex with Jennifer right in front of us. I turn my head for a moment, and when I look back, Jennifer now has an infant's body. An infant's body that still looks old and rather satanic. She says how the guy loves her as he pull out and finishes in her mouth, and she gobbles it up greedily.

This scene has gotten a little too weird and disgusting for me, so I turn to leave. Before I go, I see Jennifer's evil infant like body has turned green, and it looks like her skin is just a water balloon full of slime. This infection spreads across the floor and infects a guy in front of the stairs, blocking my exit. I'm afraid to touch him in case it spreads to me, and now can't get out.

The bloated green bodies turn brown in some spots and shrivel up like a raisin, making them even more grotesque. But luckily, the shriveling means they can no longer stand up, and I'm able to get past the guy blocking the stairs and leave.

As I leave the house, I see people arriving dressed in costumes. It's a costume party there. A truck drives up but crashes, and the driver is impaled on a spear from the Halloween display in the neighbours front lawn. The crashed truck disappears and reappears, crashing again, and again the driver gets speared. Over and over this happens, each time a different crash resulting in the same speared driver. On a couple of occasions, the driver stops and tries to spear me, so I grab a spear and throw it through his throat.

I finally get far enough away to leave all this madness behind.

I had the most amazing abstract dream last night, but I was too lazy to get out of bed to take notes and now it's gone. Was sleeping on my right side of course. I think it was some sort of abstract take on the facebook game Backyard monsters. Only have a boring regular dream, but there at least one interesting part.

Outdoor Athetics
Recall: 5/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Left Side (Right Brain)

I'm at some sort of outdoor athletic event. Chantal walks up and puts her arm around me, which takes me by surprise, and I'm not sure how to react. I put my arm around her in return, but I feel uncomfortable, mainly because it just came out of the blue like that. Sasha is hitting on me as well, and some guy asks me "You hang out with those girls?", to which I reply yes. I'm a little offended my his snoby attityde.

I walk under a bridge to and some racers run out of the woods. They are going so fast, they run right across the water and up a steep hill. As they climb, they become... different. Like exagerated superhero bodies. One is built like the hulk, and just powers up the cliff, tossing people aside.

The racers out of sight, I look out to the river where there are people wading in the water and fishing. This woman catches the biggest fish I've ever seen, and I try to tell my friends to look. But when they do, the fish is gone. They don't believe me, and ask the woman about the fish, who says she released it.

Uneventful lucid
Clarity: 8/10
Sleep: Nap
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm coming out of a mall barefoot, trying to find the book store where I left me shoes. The rocks underneath my feet are annoying and uncomfortable, when I'm dreaming!

I begin to run, but barefoot on the pavement is still annoying. I consider my options. Go back to where I left my shoes? No, that would take too long. Summon some shoes? That could take too many tries. Ignoring the sensation of being barefoot would work, but flying would be better!

I levitate half a foot off the ground and take off flying, but not very fast. Then I kind of lose it and arc back down to the ground. I notice some large construction equipment around my, and figure I should be able to lift those no problem. I grab a backhoe and lift it with ease. It feels like it has no weight at all. Then I smash it against another backhoe and they both crunch satisfyingly.

I climb on top of another backhoe type thing, thinking the added height will help my fly. Once at the top I wonder where I should go. I remember Joanne was at the house I just left, and I haven't had lucid sex in awhile. I look over the landscape from my vantage point, trying to retrace my journey, but it doesn't make sense. I won't be able to retrace my route in a linear fashion, I'll have to create it as I go.

I jump off the elevated bucket of the backhoe and attempt to fly, but I just glide to the ground again.

Fragments: Belly Button Lips
I'm living in a house with a bunch of people, and the number of people living there keeps increasing, so I leave to get away from the crowd. And apparently I have a baby boy. So I go to another house and sit on the front porch. The baby begins to suck on my belly and chest, alternatively sucking and blowing to make farting sounds.

At one point he sucks on my belly button, and undoes it. The knot comes apart and skin flaps rise up. The move around like they have a life of their own, forming lips that open and close.


Fragments: Zombie Muppets
There are a bunch of muppets, and the last two I see are zombies. The I see my hometown with zombies everywhere. A group of people are carrying two severed zombie heads in mesh bags. One of the heads wakes up, and wants to know what's happening. ALthough obviously a zombie, he seems to be himself, and is sad to discover he's just a severed head

These dreams are from yesterday, Monday Dec 8.

Time Traveler
Clarity: 6/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I time travel back to the 80's, and want to go to a bar, but realize my ID won't be any good. But I figure I probably won't get carded anyways. In order to get downtown, I have to cross a bridge on a street that gets shut down at night due to two warring street gangs.

I pass a bar full of crackhead on the patio, then enter into the dark zone. As I approach the bridge, two gang members on a motor bike speed up to me and tie strings around my thighs. They are painfully tight and cut off my circulation. I untie them and cross to the other side where I'm accosted by the other gang.

My legs still hurt, and I look down to find more strings tied around my thighs. But as I take them off, they are actually belts that look to be made out of rat skin, with the fur all tattered and falling off. The other gang says they do that.

There is a sub plot about a girl and a guy who are a couple, but they are from different times. They guy went back in time and the girl is too young. But even in their right times, the age difference is too much for them to be together. No matter how I try to reason it out, it just doesn't make sense. Time travel can be confusing sometimes.

-I see an old guy going down the street on a dilapidated old tractor/lawn mower with wobbly wheels, that was a time machine. I had a time travel adventure with that guy. He says it's the anniversary of our time travel trip, and he's retracing our journey in a sort of pilgrimage.

He mentions they did a documentary on our trip, and I ask if the scientific community has come to accept time travel as real. He says there is still lots of debate, but the movie was very popular. I'm thrilled to be a part of history. We talk about our time travel journey, and who was with us, which included Andrew and Albert. Also the paradox girl from the first part of the dream, who is walking with us.

We walk to Canada's Wonderland, go to a bar, and the time travel girl buys me a beer since I can't find my wallet. We go into a cake store where I find out all the cake is free, and I pig out, trying all sorts of fancy cakes.

VR Journey
Clarity: 5/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm taking a cross country trip with some friends, but along the way we are shooting virtual reality baddies with toy guns. We take the chips from our original guns, and put them in better toy guns for improved fire power.

After my trip, my brother is making a similar trip, to compete in the same tournament I had previously won. He asks me for tips, and I try to fix his guns so they are as strong as the blasters we had. He has a gatling gun that isn't working right, and I tweak it so it shoots large explosions super fast. But it just didn't have the same power as when I did it before, and I can't figure out why.

We make it to the final level, a large laser tag arena. Only problem is the opposing team has real guns. I try to convince my brother's team to leave, but they don't want to give up. Our only option now is to win the game before the other team. They figure since I've been here before and know the way, I can lead them to victory. So I launch down a hall that looks familiar, but we get lost. Nothing looks familiar like the last time, and I have to conclude that they've changed the maze since I was here last.

Fragments: Bus Song
I'm on the bus with my grandparents. Some stringed instrument starts playing, and I can't pinpoint where it's coming from. Ambrose begins to play a home made water pipe flute thing, and my grandmother begins to sing in a high falsetto. It's an amazing song.

As we get off the bus, I notice a jar of pickled eggs underneath my seat.

I was trying to remember the guitar part when I woke because it was such a good song, then it came to me. The song was basically "Little Lion Man". The guitar was a little different, the pipes too, and the singing was way different, but it was basically the same song.

Professor Bitchface
Clarity: 3/10
Sleep: Poor
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm in a University class that is just ending, and the professor is a total strict bitch. She mentions that she's been divorced 4 times, and three of those were because she saw her husband's published writing, meaning she was very strict and picky when it comes to the papers we hand in.

She gives out a homework assignment, which she writes on the board, and I figure I had better write it down. But she erases it before I get a chance to. The chalk boards are full of notes that she erases before anyone can copy them. What a bitch.

We leave class and discuss that teacher in the hall. Everyone is worried about handing in our papers, except for me, being confident in my writing skills.

-We're all in a virtual reality program, and students are manipulating the game's reality for physics projects. They all log out and disappear, except for two professors who are plotting evil deeds.

I've decided to eliminate the Importance qualifier of my dream journal. It just doesn't seem relevant anymore. None of my dreams seem more important than any other.

Fragments: Preparation
I drive my mother to the grocery store so we can pick up a few things. But the stuff I'm looking for is survival food. Stuff that can be stored a long time without going bad, and that has a high nutritional value. We're just topping off our supplies for when the shit hits the fam

Troubled Resort
Clarity: 3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm working in some sort of resort, when I notice someone else is doing my job. I go deeper into the resort, and these people try to kill me. I run from them, and encounter more of them. Only they're not human, possibly not even alive. I don't know what it is about them that makes me know this, but I just know. I kill any of these freaks I encounter without remorse. It just instinctively feels like the right thing to do.

I go out into the parking lot and can't find my car. It must have been stolen. I flag down a police car and tell him about it. He tells me that's common in this area, and advises me not to report it or I'll just cause myself grief. He seems to imply there is some organization at work here that the police fear.

The police officer gives me a ride home

Road Raging
Clarity: 5/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm going home in a car with my brother at the wheel. He's driving like a maniac, cutting through people's yards. We pull into our driveway and smack a Z-28 parked in front of us. My brother backs away from it and it begins to roll down the driveway and hits us again. My brother tries to push it up several times, but it keep rolling back down into us. I notice a handgun on the road.

A man walks up to us and begins to give us shit. He also has a gun and threatens us with it. Just then the Z-28 pulls out with two women in the front, and I'm relieved the collisions weren't our fault. The man is still talking shit, waving his gun around, and I smack it out of his hand and beat the living shit out of him. Then I shoot him right there in the street.

We go around the corner into a bar.

Had pretty good recall last night, but the majority of it was pretty boring mundane stuff. I'll just skip to the more interesting parts.

Penis Panic
Clarity: 9/10
Importance: ?/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

For some reason I can't quite fathom, I've cut off my own penis just below the foreskin. Fortunately, I plan on putting it back on later. I had forgotten I'd done this, and it's been over two days since it's been cut off. I worry the cut off part will be dead tissue by now. To make things worse, I can't remember where I put it!

I finally find my wayward penis, and inspect it to make sure it hasn't dried out. It seems to be OK. The cut parts are both still moist and purple on the inside, and when I hold in place, everything lines up OK. But I still don't know why I did this. Was it to make my penis bigger by building up scar tissue? Was it to make me last longer by killing the nerve endings in the end of my penis? All I know for sure is that I want it back on.

I get a spool of thread, but the needle that is in it is massive. I can feel the pain of poking that giant spike through me penis just by looking at it. I pull out another spool of thread with a much smaller needle, but still use the first thread I had, a light baby blue color. It only takes 4 stitches evenly spaced on all the compass points to hold my penis back on. Since the cut was right on the edge of the foreskin, you can't even see a scar or anything. I pinch the tip to make sure I still have feeling, and everything is good.

This is not the first dream where I've lopped off the old one eyed trouser snake. I know where 99.9% of the imagery in my dreams comes from, but I have no clue where this comes from. In one dream like this, the cut off part was all shriveled up before I could get it back on,

Bus mishap
Clarity: 8/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm riding home from school on the bus, going down the hill on my street, when the bus driver slams on the brakes. There is no front on the bus, and the inside floor with all the seats rockets out like it wasn't attached to anything. I was sitting cross legged so I barely move when the inside of the bus crashes, but my brother flies forward and skids underneath a car.

He tries to get up, but his back touches the muffler above him which is hot and burns him. "Take me to the hospital" he says. I pull him out to see a deep gash right across his shoulder blades. We walk the rest of the way home where I get him to take off his shirts so I can clean the wound. He's wearing several layers of shirts, and he winces every time one comes off. His inner shirt is packed with salted peanuts, and the salt is causing him a lot of pain.

He finally gets his shirts off, and the cut keeps opening and closing like a toothless mouth. I put some band-aids across the deep gash to keep it closed while we go to the hospital for stitches.

This is a mix of various things that happened at work, which is interchangeable with school in my dreams. One time I was driving a cube van full of hardwood, but they handn't screwed down the plywood on the bottom, so when I hit the gas, all the wood blasted out the back doors. The other part was when I had my brother helping me at work, and we were riding in the back of the van and hit a car ahead of us. I was sitting cross legged on the floor and didn't move, while my brother was sitting on a varnish pail and shot clear across the van.

Zombie Patient Zero
Clarity: 7/10
Importance:2/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm taking refuge from the zombie apocalypse in a sometimes house, sometimes store. The front of the store provides us with lots of supplies, but we disagree on how to use them. I try to convince the others we should each have our own emergency supplies on us, and that we should stash supplies in fallback position in case the zombies get in and we can't reach the food anymore. But nobody will listen to me.

I notice the side door won't close properly, and zombies could easily get in. I won't be able to sleep at night knowing that door is so easily circumvented. I go out to the back yard which is fenced off and inspect the fence. Two people with me say the zombies could get over it easily, but I disagree because it's topped with barbed wire that will snag the dumb zombie's flesh.

I turn to see the rest of our group have been overrun by zombies, which are making their way towards us en masse. The three of us hop the fence at the gate and run for it. We run into a warehouse, but there are zombies everywhere. We have no choice but to go up to the top of the building to get away. We hide in the attic, which is clear for now. One of the guys turns into a mouse and crawls between the floor boards. We're to follow him, but his route just pops back out into the attic.

The zombies have now found us, and we run for the stairwell, but there are zombies there too. The zombies get my two companions, and I'm now on my own, the last survivor. I manage to get away and run into the garage where I'm confronted by a lone zombie who grins at me demonically. I recognize this zombie, who was present during all of the attacks. In fact he was the very first zombie, patient zero.

My only weapon is a box cutter, and I use it to slash at the zombie's throat. Over and over I slash it's throat, cutting deeper and deeper until finally it's head flops backwards. I take a few more hacks at it's spine until I finally sever it's head completely. The moment the first zombie's head comes off, all the other zombies disappear.

Had some mundane work dreams too, not worth recording.

Had several dreams with much better recall than this one, but they were boring.

The Doctors
Clarity: 2/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

Some people and I are with Doctor Who, only he's not a nice Doctor. He's not evil like The Master, he's just not friendly, pleasant or helpful. We're somehow altering the past, which is changing the present. Mostly it's just changing The Doctor. The Doctor changes about 5 times into completely different people before he's back to his helpful self.

Now we have to get past a guarded checkpoint. There is a rusted old rocket propelled orb thing you ride in, but it's too dilapidated to work. We get in it, and The Doctor disappears into the past to change things for us. Suddenly, our rocket ride is in working order, the rockets kick in, and blast us through the checkpoint, surprising the guards.

But it doesn't take us much farther than the checkpoint, and armed guards begin to run after us. We get out and run for it.

This was a pretty epic dream. Killing zombies while on roller skates while Jamiroquai plays in the back ground.

Deep Sea Spore Zombies
Clarity: 8/10
Importance:4/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Right Side (Left Brain)

I'm on a large sea faring research boat, but the crew have all been killed. On the back of the boat is a large tank containing brackish green water. There is some large creature moving around inside it that I can't quite see, except for the occasional tentacle that gets close to the glass.

This creature turns people into flesh eating zombies when it bites them with it's tentacles, which is what happened to the crew. Only these zombies don't spread their infection through bites or scratches. After a certain amount of time, the zombies bloat up and explode, releasing a cloud of spores that turns anyone who breathes it into a zombie. And these spore clouds travel very far. Even one zombie could potentially infect the entire planet.

I've killed off all the zombified crew, and make my way towards the tank to kill the creature. Just as I'm about to reach it, the boat comes apart beneath me and the section I'm standing on moves out into the water like a pontoon. The military is behind this. They want to bring the creature back to try and weaponize it. I can't let that happen, but I can't reach the creature because there are sharks in the water around me. The boat makes it back to shore and the military get their prize.

Unfortunately, the creature escapes into the sewers, and I'm part of the crew hired to hunt it down and kill it before it creates a zombie apocalypse. We enter the sewer, embark upon a small boat, and the begin to pass out guns. But there aren't enough guns to go around, and I don't get one. This pisses me off. The fate of the world is at stake, and they want to send me into a dangerous situation unarmed? Fuck that. I leave and go home.

At home, I'm watching television, and the TV is full of news about zombie outbreaks all over the world. Obviously, the first sewer expedition failed. So they mount a second expedition, which I again join. We all get guns this time, and we take off through the large sewers in our little boat.

We go as far as we can by boat, then get out and walk through the dark tunnels by foot, me leading. As I pass through a threshold into a room, Jamiroquai's song "Dance" begins to play. There are flashing colored lights everywhere, and my team and I are all suddenly wearing roller skates. And the room is full of ravenous zombies. We skate around this room with the roller disco atmosphere, kind of dancing and blowing away zombies.

Again, I'm the first one to leave this room, and as I pass the threshold, the music changes from Jamiroquai to some generic rock song. I look behind me and my crew are still moving to the dance music, so I step back across the thresh hold and again hear Jamiroquai. I move forward and hear the rock music.

Tarantula
Clarity: 5/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm at the pet store and see tarantulas for only 5 dollars, so I buy one. I bring it home and try to milk it's venom, but the spider isn't cooperating. Eventually, I realize what a bad idea this was and stop trying to milk it.

The spider back section is now the size of a small Nerf football, and bright blue. I can't really see it's legs, and imagine tiny legs underneath is. The thing looks like a giant hacky sack.now. I scoop it up and put it in a small fish tank, then wonder what I'm going to feed it. The tarantula has now reared up on it's back end, which has swollen even bigger now. It has it's front end in the air, legs splayed. It kind of looks like an Egyptian totem. The thing is so big now, I doubt I'll be able to put the lid on the fish tank.

I leave the room and come back with my brother. The lights are out, but from across the room, it kind of looks like the tarantula got out. I try the light and it won't work. I try another light, and it won't work either. I'm getting annoyed now, being in a dark room with a large tarantula potentially on the lose. Luckily, my brother has a flash light.

Fragments: Walking Dead
Zombie apocalypse, me hanging with my group of survivors. A girl comes to us. I don't know her, but I know her name and I know she wants me to come with her. I feel bad about abandoning my group, but this is my destiny.


Fragments: Boat Plane
My family are going to take a boat trip to stock an outdoor food stack, supposedly the best one. We also have a boat. We take off, boat and plane, me in the plane. A storm erupts from nowhere, winds battering the plane, and we have to turn back. I'm very disappointed.

Didn't remember to note my sleeping position for this one, but it's so strange i must have been on my left side (right brain)

Simpsons Move to the Moon
Clarity: 8/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm moving to the moon with some friends so we can live there. We're pulling our stuff along in a cart, when the traffic on the road gets really thick and comes to a halt, so we go to a local restaurant. I arrive first, and the manager seats me and shows me this french fry on the table. He says people carve graffiti in to it and leave it there for the next person to see. I want put something like "Ladies, for a good time call (my number), but not while the manager is watching. There is a pin on the table for carving up the french fry, and the managers says he's already retired 3 french fries and hung them up for display.

My friends arrive, and we order some food. I look at the road ahead. The traffic is lined up right to a barrier that is nothing but toys blocking the road. In fact the entire hill is covered in toys. I leave the table to go clear the way for us and to scout ahead. I pick up a 7 foot smurf doll and carry that around in one arm. With the other arm, I pick up a 5 foot smurf doll that had a bicycle wheel for it's lower torso, and it plays music as the wheel turns.

I get to the top of the hill, and spot our destination, a cabin. I turn around and begin to clear the remainder of the road when I'm attacked by these small white creatures. They look like strange squarish stuffed animals, no more than a foot tall. These creatures can barely more, and sort of flop over in my general direction to get to me. I boot the creatures away, clear a path on the road and go collect my friends.

We are now the Simpsons family, with me being Homer, pulling along the rest in a cart. Those white creature that didn't seem to be much of a threat ambush us, pulling Marge Bart Lisa and Maggie into some sort of portal in the ground. I reach into the portal to try and save them, and the little white creature pulling them down seems to be afraid of me. It stops pulling them down and I'm able to rescue them.

We clear the hill and arrive at our cabin. Then the local inhabitants (humans) begin to attack our cabin. They are using makeshift guns, little more than metal pipes stuffed with black powder and a bullet, and pieces of cigarettes for a fuse. These weapons fizzle as often as they fire, and even when they do fire, the projectiles have no power behind them.

After enduring this half-assed assault for awhile, I decide "Fuck it! We're moving to mars!". In third person perspective, I see the Simpson family pulling their now badly battered cart. There is supposed to be six wheels, but one is missing, and Lisa's foot is attached to the cart where the wheel should be. Only her foot is missing and is now a whee. The other family members are ragged as well, like the cart that is barely holding together.

The approach a monorail that seems to stretch to infinity, and Homer begins to traverse it on a unicycle, pulling the cart behind him.

Wurm and Mouse Plague
Clarity: 6/10
Importance:4/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

There is a gigantic snakelike worm thing rampaging across the country side. It eats everything, and frequently raids the local village, snatching people. I'm in a hunting party with the villagers hunting this thing down so we can kill it. We track the beast back to it's lair. The mighty wurm is in the trees over what looks to be a cross between quicksand and a tar pit.

I yell at the guys to take the shot, but they hesitate. When one finally does shoot, he only hits the beast in the end of it's tail. The great wurm drops out of the branches and plunges into the muck below where it disappears. I give the guys with me crap for wasting our only opportunity to kill it.

Now I to to third person perspective, and see an evil looking black rat on a tree branch. The rat is rather cartoony, with pointy oval body segments, and about the length of my forearm. This rat grabs a large green mouse that scampers by, and they both tumble into the muck below, where another rat mouse pair are struggling. At first I think the rats are the predators, but the green mice use the muck to their advantage and kill the rats before eating them.

As the green mice eat, I hear them talk to each other. They say this is a good location to start a colony. I know that's going to be trouble, because the giant wurm has eaten all the predators in the area that would control this giant mouse population. Without any predators, the mice will become as much of a problem as the wurm.



Nap Fragment: Great Idea
I'm at a keg party on my school's roof. I notice that the plastic beer cups have a straw built into them. The main part goes down the side of the glass, and the part you put in your mouth is part of the rim of the glass, and can be pulled out if you want to use the straw.

That idea is going to make me a million bucks!

Fragments: Hack 'n' Slash
I'm in a video game, hacking up the boss monsters. First is the mini boss, then the main boss, and finally a third super boss. This super boss is invisible, but that doesn't stop me from hacking it to bits.

Today's dreams had a really poor narative, but I have some I didn't enter into my DJ from last Saturday November 13th.

Spontaneous Memories?
Clarity: 4/10
Importance:6/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Right Side (Left Brain)

I suddenly recognize the dream I'm currently having as a recurring dream from my childhood. I already know the story, the players, and what's going to happen next.

There is a small army of goblins raiding a house. They are all out side with a ballista breaking in. The goblins are so focused on getting in, they don't see us sneak up behind them. It looks like they have all the entrances covered, when I notice a sliding patio door with some people inside. We enter through that door, grab some bricks as weapons, and run down the hall.

The goblins are again so focused on attaining their goal ahead of them, they don't notice us come from behind and bash their heads in with the bricks. Their leader walks into the room, and we take him by surprise, grabbing him and the treasure he came for, a red glowy thing in his hand.

We grab his magical treasure and run, but when we come to the door I stop. The people with me tell me we wasted an opportunity to get away, but since I know how this dream goes, I know there is a large invasion force about to descend on the house.

Did I recall a recurring childhood dream? Or did I just spontaneously make it all up in the dream? On the one hand, I have no recollection of that scenario from before. But on the other, I kind of trust my dream self to make those kinds of judgements. No way to know for sure...

North Pole
Clarity: 6/10
Importance:5/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown
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I'm in the north pole with some friends. We're staying with Eskimos in a cave. In the ground of the cave are ice fishing holes, and peering through one I see a killer whale and a blue whale swim underneath us. The eskimos show my friends how to fish using a stick and a leather plate, and they pull up some fish fairly quickly.

I want to show the eskimos how we do it with hooks, so I ask Dennis for one. He pulls out a bag of temple hash while looking for the hooks. One of the eskimos gabs a piece, sniffs it, then breaks off a chunk. Dennis finally finds me a hook, and I start fishing. I catch a fish, but it was nowhere near as quick as the eskimo method.

Then the eskimos show me their hook fishing method outside. They have several holes in the ice, and when a fish strikes, it springs a trap that sets a kite aloft in the sky, pulling the fish out of the water. It's pretty damn cool.

I wake up, fall back asleep, and am heading back to the north pole. I stop by Pete's house first and we grab some beer. It's a little cumbersome for our long trip. When we arrive at our destination, it's a cabin bar where Tyson's band is playing. Crystal is singing for them. I ask about a movie they made, then tell them it was really bad, but bad in a good way.