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I'm in my high school, where they are holding the lamest school election ever. It's long, drawn out and super boring. Meanwhile, I'm preoccupied with how to defeat Jiren. Goddamn universe is about to be erased and these idiots around me are playing make believe! I've been elected part of the council who has the final vote, but it's so mind numbingly dull that I leave.

How to defeat Jiren? That beast will kill me with one punch! Then I remember he's not allowed to kill me, so I figure I might as well at least try to fight him, I might get lucky. I go find Jiren and we scrap. I put up a pretty good fight, but I clearly have no hope in hell of winning. As I'm fighting, some friends show up and tell my the bachelor party is starting, so I abandon this hopeless fight in favor watching strippers.

We walk to where the bachelor party is being held, and I'm a little concerned about my clothes, which are all torn up from my fight. We arrive at a building, go up a long set of stairs to a bar that seems familiar. There is a small blond stripper with a squeaky voice who hands me a large book someone wrote about her. Worst stripper ever.

Don't know where I got the money, but I buy a sweet ass boat, along with my own private island with a fantastic cottage on it. I cruise around in my huge ass boat for awhile, then head to my cottage. I talk to my brother for a bit, when through the window I see the boat floating away. I forgot to put down the anchor!!! I run, and it seems to take a ridiculous amount of time to get our of the cottage.

Wake up here, back to sleep...

In the dream, I have a weird feeling that I bought a boat. It makes no sense since I can't afford it, but I can't shake the feeling I bought a boat. I mention it to my friends, and they're like "yeah right". I recall I had two sets of keys for it, one in each pocket of my pants. I reach into my pockets and pull out two sets of boat keys, each with a green floater in case they get dropped into the water. So now I have keys for a boat, but where's the boat? I spend the rest of the dream looking for it unsuccessfully.

I got up about 5AM to pee, and the dog followed me back to bed.

I dream I'm in bed with my dog in some basement apartment, when a huge orange tiger jumps up on the bed. It begins to play with my dog by putting it's mouth around the dog and play chewing him. I slowly pull the blankets over my head, worried about my dog and not knowing what to do. Then the tiger begins mouth my arms through the blankets. Then it just sits on me, right on my morning wood. Ucomfortable!!!!

I peek out from the blankets and the tiger seems friendly enough. I see another white tiger tied to the Christmas tree through the door. The tiger on my begins to fall backwards off the bed, and I grab it's front paws and pull it back on me. Then it flops down covering me completely. The tiger morphs into a really large/fat dod, and finally ends up as a Boxer breed of dog.

I'm in my old high school, it's a zombie world, and there is a man at death's door locked in a room. The other people with me want to kill him before he turns, but I'm like "WTF is wrong with you people?!?!?!? I'm going in there to save him!". I go in to give what aid I can, but before I reach them an, he gets shot in the forehead and instantly turns into an unkillable mad zombie (from Z Nation). Luckily, the zombie charges the door the bullet came from, and I sneak out another door.

I run through the school which is completely empty of both humans and zombies, looking for a defensive position, and settle on the big metal doors of the locker rooms. I get in there, and a whole lot of nothing happens until I wake up.

Zombies, they're on the loose! I'm running across a field trying to dodge them, they're eating everyone else. I come to a small river with a pretty strong current and see it carry away any zombies that wander into it, and figure it will make a nice barrier the zombies won't be able to cross. A few other people arrive at the river as well, and I help those who can't make it on their own across.

On the other side, we've got a nice little group, and we decide we're going to build ourselves a zombie proof compound. From above I see a bulldozer digging out an area an piling up dirt walls. Next thing I know, I'm inside our new compound with my group. The place was made to keep zombies out, but not asshole humans. Some goons show up and want all our stuff. Thinking we're going to fight them off, I kill one of them, a woman who's being a royal bitch. THat's when I notice nobody else if fighting back. I hide her body in the bathtub and hope nobody will notice she's gone.

Turns out we were WAY outnumbered, and hundreds of the goons show up, basically assimilating us. On the plus side, they throw a huge BBQ. I'm still worried about the body in the tub being discovered, but when I go back to check, one of our guys has hidden the body in the ceiling. The goons take us with them aboard a freaking zepplin, and we end up crossing the ocean and going to Paris, where we lost control of our craft to aliens.

The aliens herd us into a building, and into elevators. THere is one alien in each elevator, and it fits four additional humans. My turn comes and I cram into the elevator, when I notice a pile of crutches in the corner. I ask about them, and the alien says the ascent can be hard on the knees. I bend mind anticipating my legs getting crushed, and our elevator shoots upwards. We shoot up super fast for about two seconds, and I realize we are now aboard the alien space ship.

The interior of the craft looks like an office building, and we are quickly assessed and assigned jobs. The funny part is, we're treated better on these jobs by the aliens than our fellow humans treated us in normal jobs. Better hours, better care, not worked so hard. An alien leads me to where I'll be working according to what his papers tell him. He leads me to an out of the way door, and is surprised because hardly anyone gets put here. I go in, and there are a handful of humans in there, but no aliens. Turns out I've been assigned to be taught psychic powers, trained by a computer.

There's some hidden hand helping us humans. Our psychic training was not part of the official plan, but part of a plan to free mankind. The computer gives us hints about how we're going to free ourselves. mentioning something called "darts". These so called darts are everywhere. THey look like a chew toy for dogs, and the aliens are using them to hold pens and pencils. I ask about them, and the aliens laugh, saying it's a technology that never worked right, and the consider them kind of a joke. The things are everywhere, and I know these will somehow be pivotal to overthrowing the aliens.

On a mission, I seek out a man who deals in ancient artifacts of incredible power. He's probably immortal, and has a staff I need. The amount of wealth and power he wants in exchange for these artifacts is so big, it can scarcely be comprehended. Obviously, I don't have that kind of money or influence, yet I'm still determined to get that staff.

I confront him, an the staff just comes to me. The man tries to get it back, but the staff won't obey him. His desires are based on greed and ego, whereas I'm sacrificing everything in service of my mission.

I think my mission was to save some kid or something

Something about lice or fleas, which involved Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. Unfortunately, they weren't victims of it, they bio-engineered them or something

Did not sleep well at all.

I'm supposed to sand a floor at a house. It's a really fucked up floor with all kinds of impossible humps and bumps. The homeowner changes his mind and instead asks me to just repair some damaged spots in the floor. There's holes, and softspots where I almost fall through the subfloor.

I get distracted by the television, catch myself, and try to get back to work. Next thing I know I'm laying down in a bed trying to sleep. I figure it would be bad to get caught sleeping on the job, especially at a customer's house, so I force myself to rise. The customer's daughter and her friend are there, and I hurry to put on a shirt, which isn't my work shirt. I try to grab another shirt I won't ruin on the job, then wonder why the hell I have so many clothes at a customer's house.

I start with the repairs, but the more I look, the more there are to do.

A nap dream. Again, should have been lucid, but I was just so damn tired. Even in my dream all I wanted to do was sleep

I'm heading to work, at an office I've only worked at in my dreams, when I somehow end up at Nino's, who I used to work for. I walk in and everyone I know from before is still there, and they greet me like I'm still working there. Problem is I don't remember working here anytime recently. Heck, I don't even remember working at that office recently, and I'm really confused. Do I actually have a job here? Are they waiting for me at the office? Am I going to get fired? Do I even want to work here?

I really should have become lucid, the way I was questioning everything. I think it was my worry and concern for the situation that blocked me from getting lucid.

I'm in college, but not in class. Just goofing off, when the dean or guy in charge comes to find me. He tells me they're kicking me out of school, for several reasons, chief among them being my grades. I'm a little shocked, but then again, I can't even remember the last time I was in class. I gather up my belongings from the building, of which there are a surprising amount, and leave.

On my way home, I see some people swimming at the whirlpool. It looks awesome, and I really want to join them, but I don't want to leave my stuff unattended. I figure I'll head home and drop it off first, but then I see a bunch of guys tubing at night, with torches and bonfires all along the river. My stuff can wait, this is too cool.

I head over and there are some people fishing. I talk to them, and one of them is using what looks like a giant wine glass as a bobber. When a fish bites, it tilts the glass over.

I absolutely HATE dreams where I'm worried about my possessions. really gets in the way of a good time.

Met some good old boys at the rapids down by the Bonnechere caves this summer. They told me they have night parties where they light bonfires all long the sides of the river for night swimming. The idea really took hold in my mind.

There's some kind of apocalypse, maybe shit falling out of the sky, and everyone is hunkering down and taking shelter. I've got myself a sturdy old building stocked with supplies, and a cute girl to keep me company. Unfortunately, people suck, and we're constantly getting attacked and raided.

Too much action to remember, but after three rounds of fighting off attackers, I'm in pretty rough shape. There's a bullet hole in my wrist I can see through, I've been shot in the ankle but can still walk, even though I was sure it would have crippled me. I'm bruised and bleeding and cut, but it finally seems to be over, and I'm dragging my sorry ass somewhere I can collapse and rest. That's when the fourth wave comes, about 50 people show up out of nowhere and swarm us. I barely have the energy to stand!

This was a really long one with great action. A shame my recall wasn't better.

Not sure what I did, but I somehow end up in jail. I'm expecting to have to fight in order to get some respect, but the other prisoners are all cool. The place has the feel of a summer camp.

On my first day there, I follow some prisoners outside, when I hear a loud whistle. A guard shows up and gives us shit for being outside, pretty much breaking out. I think I'm in big trouble, and try to explain that it's my first day here, i didn't know, I was just following every one else. Luckily there were no real repercussions.

The other prisoners sneak out of prison without getting caught all time. I go with then. Really, it seems we are sneaking out and back in just for the thrill of it. We spend almost as much time on the outside as we do in jail.

At one point, I notice the basement of the jail has the exact same layout as my basement. I almost get lucid, but instead come up for some retarded rationalization of why that should be.

I go to some secluded camp resort in the middle of nowhere. It has cabins, cottages, has almost a summer camp vibe to it. It's a party resort, and this is one of their big weekends. I'm not sure if I want to stay there yet, it depends on the crowd, if there's any potential lady friends.

I run into Jason, who tries to convince me to say by offering me a large assortment of drugs in pill form (I had watched the Hungover Games yesterday, mirrors a scene in the movie). Half of the stuff he has I've never heard of, and the stuff I have heard of I wouldn't take. He hands me a bunch, and I just put them in my pocket. I do take some acid though, and decide to stay for the three nights.

The people running the place take us out into the river on a boat to some of the better swimming spots, As we're swimming in some choppy water, they promise that downriver are some awesome rapids. I'm not impressed, as this is practically my backyard, and it's mid summer, not spring, when the water is high and wild. Then I remember the pills in my pockets, surely getting ruined by the water. I pull them out, and they are still in decent shape, so I pop them all not even knowing what they are. I think one of them is extacy, which I've never done before.

Going to start taking better notes throughout the night, instead of relying on memory. At least for the more exiting dreams, this one was kind of boring except for being on dream drugs, which was pretty fun.

I've been using the technique where you focus on a part of your body, then move that spot around before falling asleep. I think it's Robert Bruce that recommends doing that for astral travel. I wasn't doing it for dreaming, I was actually working on my Kamehameha. Seriously. Whatever the case, it's really boosted my dream recall.

One night while doing this, it really helped me fall asleep super fast. Only I'd go into a smaller dream? A mini dream? Hard to explain. I was doing it all night, as I was falling asleep, and even in my dreams. Gave me great lucids, although that mini dream thing really screwed up my narrative, making it difficult to recall details.

Some guy and I have a very large bag of money, and the goons we took it from are not happy and are hunting us down.

They are chasing us, and I follow the guy I'm with into a car and we speed off. We are driving so fast, every bump we hit causes us to catch air. After on such jump, the car we're in nose dives downwards. We fall for much longer than we should have, and I'm dreading the impact. Somehow, we land on all four tires, even though the front of the car was pointed downwards. That inconsistency almost makes me lucid, but our fleeing overrides my better judgement.

We get out of the car, and I figure it was stolen or something, and we're going to switch vehicles to throw them off our trail. Now there's two guys with me. We seem to have thrown off our pursuers, so we walk casually down the street, trying to blend in. The two dudes with me go their own way now that the danger has passes. I walk down a dark section of Bank street that is always pitch black in my dreams.

I end up in someone's house or apartment, and take a bath. As I lay in the tub, I see in third person perspective our pursuers have found me and are in the house. THey also have my partner in crime, and walk him to the bathroom door with a knife at his throat. THey coax him to call me out, and as soon as he does so, the slit his throat, and he falls to the ground dead. Even though I'd just seen this, my perspective goes to under the water in the tub, and I surface, knowing I hadn't seen the danger awaiting me.

Then another weird perspective change. I'm watching from 3rd person perspective again, and they guy who was previously me is behind the open fridge door, pouring water on himself from the sink to rinse off soap. Luckily, this new location has kept me hidden from the intruders, who haven't seen me yet.

Then wake up