memorable

I was in a restaurant and recognized characters in white or yellowish hoodies. They were going to kill
me and someone that I was with. I tried to get my friends attention to warn them. I don't think I was
able to warn them, but I got up and left the room before the evil people could kill me.

I was in a building that had lots of rooms because I kept running through different rooms to get away.
On two occasions, two small men would come through an open doorway to get me. Instead of running away,
I ran after them. They weren't expecting that and they ended up running away. Then a single guy came
through an open doorway. I ran after him and surprised, he ran away too.

Then I was at my dad's old house. I had a '65 limmo/charger in the garage. I was with 3 women in some
kind of costumes. One was a '50s waitress or something. Then there was one that I really liked, but I don't
remember what she was wearing. I think she was in black. Then there was another lady that I don't remember
anything about.

I commented on how odd it was that I was with three women.

My dad lived on a corner, so as we walked up one street, we had to pass the other street that ran along my
dad's house. I told the ladies I would come back for them. I went up to my dad's house trying not to be
noticed by the bad guys. I made it up to the garage where I saw my dad. My dad used to be
a trigger to lucid dreaming, but not so much lately.

My dad was showing me cap guns I could use to scare the bad guys. Then the guns he was offering became shrapnel guns.
The idea was like a .22 where there was a small projectile, but still a low caliber weapon. I thought it would be weak compared
to what the bad guys had.

My dad started showing me knives then. I thought that was worse than the guns. Then, when I decided I should at least get a
couple shrapnel guns, I found the knives more accessible. I loaded up on throwing knives.

I went over to the car in the garage. I uncovered it and got in. I was hoping it would start because it looked as though it had been
parked for some time. Before I got a chance to drive it and pick up the girls I was supposed to pick up, I dream-skipped.

I was in a house where the bad guys were still after me. I was looking out windows waiting for them. I had a shotgun. I was going to
be ready to blow them away. I decided that they would likely shoot a machine gun through the windows before they even got to my
place, so I found a window that they would hit last. I positioned myself so I could blow them away.

I remember cocking my shotgun. There was a handle on the shotgun slide I had to pull back and push back forward.

That was the end of the dream, but I had a hard time getting my shotgun ready, and I remember feeling great that I was ready. I
also remember taking a practice shot, but it may have been a mental practice shot.

I was with a female companion. She was wearing very tight underwear and I could see the undulation underneath it. I kissed it.

She asked me to carry her, so I picked her up upside-down. It was reasonable in my dream. Her leg were apart and it was
right there in my face. I held my head up and looked away so someone wouldn't think I was happy about what was unfolding.

Once I was clear of danger, I kissed her again. I felt the warmth and the wetness.

I had other dreams and I worked to remember them, but I eventually forgot them.

Truck Spin-out

I was driving down the road and for some reason turned the wheel sharply
inducing a spin-out. I spun around twice, thought I might come away from
it unscathed, but started heading towards a car.

I started seeing the truck from a 3rd person perspective and watched the
truck hit a covered car next to a boat or something. I went over to the car
nervous, but it seemed like the car wasn't damaged. When I got to the accident
site, the car I hit was a toy car. I thought I could just drive away and would
get away with it, but I was under the window of a house. My truck is kind of
loud, so someone would likely notice, but I could get away.

Then I was in the parking lot of a store. People were in the parking lot coming
off of third shift, so now I was afraid they would wonder why I was walking into
the parking lot instead of leaving, but my truck was there, so I kept walking.

Then I was walking into the store they were walking out of. It was daytime now
and I was just looking at there stock. It was all in glass cases like at a jewelry store,
but it was weird, cheap, and "punk" type stuff. More like just rebellious jewelry and
paraphernalia.

--

Training Engineer Shoot-out

I am going to start driving a truck in waking life. It will be stressful
for me because I am in his truck with his rules. I am going to sleep in a bunk where
many others have slept and I am particular about where I sleep. My trainer is called
a TE (Training Engineer).

I dreamed I was meeting the guy who is going to go over the road with me for the
next couple weeks. I apologized for my truck being so dirty, but he said we would use
his truck to get to the big rig we would use to go over the road.

I though, OK--that's fine. In his truck, my legs were cramped as Hell! I know I had no
choice because he would be the boss, but I was sitting up front with him and my legs
had absolutely no room. They were going backwards under the seat. I was getting panicked
because I couldn't stretch my legs at all.

The visual was really strange too. There were black levers all across the dash board. They
were like fork-lift levers but a little smaller and skinnier. They were all bent differently, so it
wasn't neat. It looked kind of chaotic. It was very strange. I asked what kind of truck it was.
He said it was a V.W.

The pressure built up and I dream skipped to a hotel room where I had a semi-automatic pistol
and my TE had an automatic. He emptied a clip and reloaded. I shot at him but couldn't hit him.
I aimed because I knew I was at a disadvantage, but none of my shots were hitting. Luckily he
didn't hit me either.

--

Old Coins

I was at one of the U.S. Mints. They were selling a lot of thing they wouldn't sell such as vegetables.
All the visitors were using a remote control to control a menu above the sales counter to see what
souvenirs they could buy from the mint.

I wasn't interested in the stuff people were looking at at that counter, so I walked around to another
counter. There I saw some old coins. There were giant Indian Head Pennies. It was ridiculous, but
a long time ago, the U.S. minted "Large Cents," so I was probably incorporating that into my dream.

Anyway, I saw coins dated in the 1600's or the 1500's. It was great. Then I saw a coin dated 170. It
was unbelievable. I was talking to someone about how it was like being back in time when someone
"first" set foot on California.

I also saw proof sets from several year's including a future year's proof set (strange). There was a dollar
coin that looked more like a nickel with a sharp-lined image of Jefferson.

Then I was at my Dad's old house. There was a guy saying he bought some very rare coins that he paid
over $500.00 for them and that was just one payment, and he was going to clean them. He was going
to do a peel (like a facial peel). I advised against it. You want coins cleaned professionally.

He said he read where people had cleaned coins before. I told him he may have read where they cleaned them,
but it didn't say they SHOULD have cleaned them. He took pause and realized I was right. I told him I would
look it up and see if I could help him. I wanted to make sure he didn't waste his money.

I went upstairs where I used to stay at my father's. Then the guy was a girl, and as I looked down, the down-stairs
was some shack. The girl asked me to come down to talk to her about the coins rather than her coming
up-stairs. I thought it would be more proper for me to go down-stairs and see her in the living-room.

I went down-stairs and she was in the kitchen or something. She was thin, and she was wearing these sexy silky, red
shorts. One side was coming up a little. Her ass was divine. I sat there and stared at it in disbelief.

The End

Making Love

I was making love to a gorgeous woman, but she wanted to stop.
Then I was in a high-school setting. (In waking life I am in trucking school).
I wanted to get out of there so bad, so I left about three and a half hours
early. I was afraid at first, but later it seemed I wasn't going to get in any
trouble.

--

Delivering Nothing

I was delivering something in a ridiculous personal vehicle. It was like a go-cart or something.
I was driving on the highway and I was the only person on the road. I got off at an exit, looked
back, and noticed I left the trailer at home.

I was going to have to go back home to get the trailer, but instead I ended up in
line at a strange machine. I needed a ticket or something. I put in 2 quarters and
got a card with two rows of mirrors, one red card with information of some sort,
and two halves of a red card, but they weren't ripped. I didn't understand what I was
supposed to have or what help any of this stuff offered, and the tickets I got seemed
so random, I decided to pay another quarter to see what I would get. I never put in
the quarters though.

Instead, I dream-skipped into a room with some acquaintances from high-school. I told
them I had seen R.B.--someone we went to school with. One of the people asked, "Where
does he work now?" I told him I didn't know, or that I didn't ask. The guy rolled his eyes
at me as if to say, "You talked to him, but you can't answer the most basic question about
what he's doing?!"

I explained to him that R.B. and I never hung out in school. We weren't friends, but I had
talked to him, so if you want to "go" (fight), we can go right now. I walked up on him and
he was a foot taller than I was. I wasn't scared at all, but I said that since that would be immature,
than just understand that I didn't know where R.B. worked, so just leave it at that.

As an aside, there were two cute girls there. I got a good look at the blonde. She was nice to
look at.

I then walked over to a cubby hole and found some information I had lost. There were pads with
drawings on them and a bunch of other written journals and stuff. It was all very familiar, and I
was glad that I had found them. In waking life, I don't have the stuff. I guess it was a false memory.

I collected all the material into my arms and that dream ended.

I was in an old West setting. I saw a guy sitting in a chair in a big room--a bar/saloon or something. I remember a wood floor. The room was very big and pretty empty.
The guy in the chair had straight, dark brown hair. He was rich, though he didn't look it.

I heard him saying under his breath what he would do if the business were his. He was saying something about a security system, and his thoughts beyond that were
to fix the place up. He intention was to be helpful to the owner rather than simply stating what he would do if it were his in an ego-centric fashion.

I went over to him and thanked him for being concerned for other people instead of being apathetic due to being very well off himself.

Then there was another scene where an old guy, a real character comes into play.
He had a crew cut due to being older and not having much hair. What little he had
was gray. He is wearing old, sweaty clothes of gray. He was in a long-sleeve undershirt
and suspenders. He wore a monocle, but it didn't make him look sophisticated. It had
a film over it as though it hadn't been washed in...ever, and made his mouth kind of
turn up to keep it in place.

He had a silver bullet which was supposed to be valuable due to the silver content, but
it was more than that. He came up to a guy behind an out-door sales stand trying to
sell it. There was some lore behind the bullet. It was coveted for some reason. The old
man had the bullet on a necklace. He pulled it out from his undershirt to
show it to the man behind the stand. The man would not buy the bullet for the requested
price.

The old man explained in a raspy voice that the item was the real thing and he wanted a
fair price for it. He put the bullet back under his shirt, squatted a little adjusting his pants,
and snapped his suspenders, running his thumbs from half way up to his shoulders where
he popped them.

That is where the dream ended. I don't usually dream of anything half this interesting
based on the visuals or content. It was really cool.

It is too bad I only remember fragments from last night because I was pretty active in my dreams. What I do remember was cool, but I think you had to be there to appreciate it.

There was water all around. I was in a tributary or something. I was on a dune/island.
There was a man and a woman; they were mean. They told me to get rid of a flower I had.
The flower was physically a cana-lili without the actual flower, but in my dream it was called
something else (another flower).



So, I picked up one of the cannas and threw it through some other foliage on another dune
where I thought it might look good if it survived. Right when it hit the ground, large flowers
shot up from the plant as though that was what the plant needed to flower. The flowers shot
up about 3 feet, flowering all the way up, and they were really big. The flowers were almost
white, but they had a hint of blue-gray.

I was very pleased and thought I would do that with the rest of the cannas that were there.

I dealt with a forgotten situation mixed with a false awakening and ended up saying to myself, "I could have become lucid (if I had done something differently in my dream). I woke up disappointed that I missed that dream sign.

--

I dreamed a dog was dragging something. Our pet rats were making a ruckus.

--

I had a dream about my Dad's old house. As usual, I was around back. The house is on a hill, but in my dream, the hill was held up by a wall which was collapsing. I was talking to someone and agreed to
shore it up which required tightening some screws to push the wall back. There was a train track dividing
the land in my dream.

--

I had done a video project on things falling; parachuters and meteorites were the two that I actually thought of in the dream.

I started watching the video and it started with an intro scene I can't remember. Then it went to a scene of these ladies dancing. They looked the right size based on the perspective in one sense, but a giant hand came down to make it look as though the hand was making the ladies spin. The hand was not designed to look giant either. The hand only looked large and the ladies small relative to each other. It was strange, and had nothing to do with the theme of the falling things.

I was waiting for the real part of the video to start to see my editing work. Then the scene went to Jennifer Love Hewitt. She was sitting on her butt on the floor in a dress with stockings. Her legs were open, but the angle did not show her. Then the angle slowly turned to show her crotch. It was a playboy shot rather than a Penthouse shot (taste versus detail). She had a thick landing strip. That was great.

Then there were more women in a lesbian orgy scene. It was great, but I was waiting for the real part of the movie to begin. I turned around to see a lesbian woman I used to work with watching the video. When I saw her she kind of chuckled and walked away, though I looked back later and she was there again. I tried to tell her that this wasn't the real point of the video.

Eventually the lesbian scene stopped, but so did the dream. Maybe I woke up. I really don't know.

I have been playing zombie games with my boy.

Last night I dreamed I was playing a game where you had to shoot these zombies,
but they looked more like slugs that stand up, which is an idea that a friend of mine
had in waking life. The interesting thing about the game was that there were clouds
that you had to blow on or they would form a dragon.

It was a cheap looking dragon, but I remember at one point, after we had blown the
clouds apart, they started coming back together, and watching them start to form a
dragon was really neat.

--

I was outside somewhere and it was night time. A limousine pulled up by a curb under
a tree where it was even darker. It was an old limousine. The paint had lost all its luster,
and it didn't look like any old limo I've ever seen. It had a grill like a truck on a
tractor-trailer. It was a giant square grill.

Then, the grill opened like a mouth. It was a devil car. The grill opened to reveal another grill
behind it, on which it said something about sex. Super evil. Then the car started to talk with
the inner grill moving up and down so it was more like a mouth. It told some guy that he had
to kill some people or the car was going to kill him.

This guy went into a room where there were a bunch of servers that held information on
people around the world. He started pulling some kind of cards or mother-boards out from these
shelves of servers and destroyed them all. Somehow this translated into killing hundreds of
thousands of people around the world.

Then I saw his boss and some other guy who didn't even seem to care. I thought that they
didn't care because the damage was done and there was nothing they could do about it.

Dream skip:

I'm in a room that is like a museum. I see a ceramic pot that I really like, and it is teetering on
edge because someone placed it incorrectly. I was upset and tried to fix it, but only succeeded
in knocking it over. It fell about 7 feet to the floor and bounced a couple times only barely
nicking it.

(This was a replay of when I was 15 in waking life. I was changing a light-bulb at
McDonalds and it dropped from waist high. It landed perfectly on the top of the bulb--the glass part,
and bounced back up. I had no idea it would bounce, so I didn't have the presence of mind
to catch it, though if I had bent down a little, I could have caught it. Instead, it fell back down
and shattered.)

Anyway, dream skip and I'm in bed with a stranger. This isn't strange somehow as in my dream
this happens a lot. I always snuggle with my partner, but it is not sexual. It is just being close
at night. I kiss her on the forehead and she tells me she doesn't want me to kiss her, so I apologize
and roll over. Her body was still touching me, so I try to scoot over. I tell her that I am at the edge
and can't move over anymore.

--

I'm at my first girlfriends house and she is telling me something. Her dress comes up a little and
she exposes herself a little. I look at her in the eye, but enjoy her accidentally flashing me.

I was in a house with kids drawings on the doors (I went to a kids birthday party in waking life yesterday). Then I realized I wasn't supposed to be in the house, so I ran out quickly.

I realized I was dreaming somehow So I jumped up and started flying about 10 feet above the ground. I saw the grass in pretty nice detail. There were blue flowers in the grass. They were like miniature carnations.

I was going to find someone to make out with. Coming down, I remembered other people saying they fly through stuff, so I decided to fly through the earth. I flew through the ground, but it had little to offer my dream, so I quit. I jumped up to fly again to verify I was dreaming before I forced anyone to do what I wanted. Yea, I was dreaming. OK.

I went to another house where an attractive lady shut the door on me. I flew through the door and was inside. I was with a very attractive lady in a blue dress. I carressed her throat and told her not to bite me. Then we started making out. It was great.

I woke up. Darn! I tried to stay still, but I couldn't go back to sleep. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

--

I am in a room, though I see no detail at all. I see my father I think, and I point out a young, black woman and note her perfect skin. Her hair was pulled back tightly and she was really attractive. She was with a young, white woman who was also beautiful.

They both walked through a door. I stepped back to see them on the other side of the wall. That move only works in a dream. It was as though half the house was missing, but whatever.

I see them on the other side and realize I am dreaming again. Then the white lady is on her back and I'm holding a small card. It shows a woman in the position I want her to assume. I show the lady the card and I tell her I want to see her like that. In short, legs opened wide fully exposed.

She obliges but her panties are on. I say, "No, with your panties off" and I pull them off. From there I am enjoying her pleasure and it feels so real I can't believe it. I try not to think of how I am dreaming or I may wake up. I enjoy her for some time amazed at how successfully I am doing this.

I lift myself up a little and I see her spine...even though she is on her back. Whatever. This went on for some time until I woke up.

So busy, I don't know how anyone else keeps up with their journal!

Yesterday:

I was in a specialty store. It was full of people buying things you really had to get at this store for the quality of the product and type of product.

It was a long line, and all I had was a little salami--not worth standing in the line. Then everyone turned around and I was towards the front. Didn't seem fair, but whatever.

I needed to go to my truck to get something, but there were dark ash grey wolves beyond it. They were the size of coyotes. I knew I could make it to the truck, but not back to the line. I went anyway.

The close wolf was close enough to get me and he was really ferocious looking.

--

Another Hell sequence. First it was Purgatory "to look down on me," then it was Hell. About 5 people were there and one was in a clown outfit. Colors were red and yellow and decorated as if for kids.

It wasn't scary, but it was Hell.

--

In another dream I forget most of it, but I had a long hair coming out of my back that I could communnicate through like a phone. The end was a speaker.

I was going to tell a lady I talked to through the hair-phone that I was going to cut the hair and then I couldn't use it as a phone, but I thought that was gross to tell her, so I didn't. I never did cut the hair
either. ???

This is the second weird hair dream I've had. Once I was reading a poem made out of braided hair--now it's a phone made of a piece of hair.
--

Now, on to last nights dream:

My alarm clock went off to NPR news. This bled into my dream. I remember I was controlling a little remote control corvette in front of a real corvette. In my mind this corresponded with the news some how.

Then, there was a bridge that disconnected me from the other side. It disallowed me from crossing something, but allowed others to cross to me. Strange.

Then there were these storm troopers dressed in black, on horse-back, with bow and arrows. I didn't have a weapon. they poured in to where I was on either side of an out-door type room I was in.

I knew they would kill me because I had nowhere to escape and there were so many of them.

Two weird creatures flew in and landed on the wall. One was an alien lizard, the other some other type of alien lizard thing. I was going to try to at least take one of them out, but I was about to be shot by an arrow.

I couldn't believe I was about to be killed. I was afraid of the pain. I did get shot in the back, but it didn't hurt.

Then I woke up.

Background note: I used to work at AIG. I did some unique, creative work for them which they liked. I was "promoted" a few times, but never rewarded with rank or title; but I was given better work. The used me for two years.

Dream:

There was more dream that led up to this but I forgot it, so I start out in a strange vehicle flying over the Japanese nuclear disaster.

With the plant shut down, they are releasing all the sea water being used to cool the spent rods back into the ocean as it will be diluted by the rest of the ocean.

I was being flown in a long box thing with windows. It flew by jet power or something. I looked down and saw the water rushing. There were officials overseeing the operation on top of secured train cars with water almost touching their feet, but they were safe some how.

The driver of my vehicle swoops down very fast and erratically and comes very close to the water, but we kept circling. It was like we were the news. Then, the driver becomes this Armed Forces guy--very serious, and he DOES go into the water...and we are not enclosed anymore. We have to hold our breath!

We go deeper until my head is under water. WTF?! The guy doesn't even warn me? So we are cruising deeper and deeper and I think this is pretty ridiculous now, and soon I need to come up for air.

I make it back to the top for air. Now I feel like I need to save the other guy, so I take four deep breaths to get oxygen back to my brain, I started feeling better, and then I went back down to see how the guy was doing.

Now I'm with my dad. We are all in Army attire but kind of futuristic (my dad was in the army), and we are lined up as if at a bank. My dad and I are signing papers.

My dad said to me quietly, "See, I've never had to sign papers with three other people." Only three people were signing the paper, but that is what he meant. (His point was that someone else could change something later and then his signature would still be on the paper, and he didn't feel comfortable with that.)

Soon, the person behind the counter was an old boss J.H. I was going back to work with her at AIG...kind of. The papers I was signing indicated permissions. I was allowed to map drives on my computer to Google and certain other programs.

I asked about it for more information and J.H. told me how my dad and I were signing the papers because I was known for talking a lot before. I couldn't get my argument out in this dream of how much I did for this company, so I said, "When do I get a promotion?!"

At this point they let the cat out of the bag. J.H. pointed to a man on her left and said I'll be working with the devil.

Fuckin' A! I looked at my dad realizing we were in Hell. Then, very quickly, I realize this I'm in a dream. Cool! I decide I'm going to bitch-slap the devil! I turn to my dad and say, "Watch this!" Then I walked around the other side of the counter and told this bitch of a lady who knew I was going to Hell, "Watch this! Hey...watch this!" I couldn't really get her attention.

I woke up. Still, of all the times to go lucid, I was really happy for that moment!

Rare Coins Found

I was floating down a large creek in a boat with a few other people I don't see the boat or the people. A lot of my dreams are like that.

Someone mentions that someone gave a person named Oro (gold in Spanish) some silver...or something like that. I thought that was odd. Then we past some rocks. There were coins spilled all over the place.

I looked at a nickel and saw it was a war nickel (in waking life minted 1942 to 1945, 40% silver with a large mint mark above the Monticello). I saw the S above the Monticello, so I said, "Hey, a war nickel!" On closer inspection I noticed that all the coins were silver, and many were very rare, special pieces. It was a treasure!...but it wasn't ours!

We started picking up as many as we could. I filled to sport-coat pockets full, and of course I filled my mouth with them

Dream skip: We are all in a building and I get the feeling someone suspects we found the coins. I try not to look suspicious. I can't talk obviously or I'm busted. Someone asked why I have my hands in my pockets. I look like, "Whatever. I'm just walking around."

I tell someone about the coins in my mouth and he says, "Just take an aspirin." He was no help!

That's all I remember.

A Brush with an OGF

I was with a girl who used to torture me in waking life. I put my hand on her shoulder and very slowly inched towards her breast. She let me and I felt very relieved, but I never actually got to touch her. I just know that in my dream, the point was that she let me. It was like a dream saying, "Yada yada" right at the good part.

Anyway, then she was across the table and I couldn't be close to her. A sweet, sweet beauty but so, so cold! That's the way she always treated me in waking life and that was the end of that dream.

HUGE Tatooed Construction Workers

I was in a strange house. I looked out a window and saw a huge construction vehicle. It was like something you see on a PBS special about huge vehicles that you never get to see in waking life. I was amazed.

There were guys lined up on the ground all...doing something...at the side of the vehicle. They were like 7 foot tall body builders, all tattooed, every last one of them. I saw their builds. Just as in waking like, they had different body types, and I just looked down the line, amazed at how someone got a special crew of monster sized people. They must have been working on a very special project.

I kept going down the line until there was another truck. This truck was smaller, and had smaller guys, but I was thinking that if it weren't for those huge guys, these guys would all look pretty big to me.

Then there was a guy in a bobcat driving on top of two construction vehicles. He needed to be up hi for some reason, but what a ridiculous balancing act.

The End

Strange Movie Set

I was on some kind of movie set. A scene was acted out where a guy lost his head. I forget how he lost it, but when he was supposed to lose his head, he would press a button on his neck and his head would pop off.

His head was separate from his body, talking, asking if they should do the scene over where his head is cut off with a sword instead of however he lost it the first time.

The End

I was waiting in line or something trying to register myself as a character for the LD Video Game.

--

I was back at school in a class with my head on the desk. I was asleep. I knew I had to wake up to get to my own class. I was already late, so I made myself wake up. I was scared about getting into my class late.

I got up and as I walked out, I looked at the teacher. She didn't look at me. As I looked for my class, I said hi to an old acquaintance by his last name "Zski" (though I used his complete last name). I said hello to an old teacher "Mrs. Jpe" (used real last name), and I gave her a hug. I saw an old friend "Swn Tnnt." I was nervous that I couldn't find my class room. What was I, stupid?

The End
--

I was walking along outside when I saw a large trash can--the type supplied by trash companies.

The lid was open and there was a girl about 5 yrs old, and two babies in the trash. They were sleeping--kind of. I was terrified for them. Someone with me stood up inside the trash can.

I told the DC to be careful a few times, but he/she kept almost stepping on the head of one of the babies. Finally they weren't standing in the trash can anymore.

I asked the girl who was the care taker of the babies if they wouldn't rather just sleep outside in nature, but I realized that that could be dangerous

I was thinking about helping them somehow. Then there were only two girls and they were older now. One took off her pants the way entertainers do with special pants designed to come completely away by ripping them off. Both were cute.

Then I was with my brother I think. He climbed into the back of a pup-truck and I followed. I told him he shouldn't sit on the tail gate, but he wouldn't listen. I don't really know where we were going.

The End

I was in the car with an OGF. I knew it was strange, but I didn't become lucid. She was having trouble with the gear shifter (though it was on the column). We discussed that for a little while.

I had a couple dream skips. I think the first one was me standing outside looking at the stars. It was interesting to see the detail. I saw individual stars and star clusters. I took it in more than usual.

Then I heard a voice say that everyone was a stand-in as in a movie set. It didn't refer to me though. Something was going on elsewhere.

The next dream skip was me in a car again. I was the passenger and the driver was having a problem. Someone told the driver to back up. He did so and he almost went back too far. The driver started explaining how the car got messed up.

Then I was out of the car and I was fighting an an alien from They Live. In that movie, a massive signal was broadcast to make these aliens look like people, but if you wore special glasses, you could see that they were aliens. Then I was one of the aliens. Yikes!

I was fighting someone and they kept blocking my punches. It turned out to be Chuck Norris. He knew just how to block punches and tie up my arms. Darnit!

He threw me to the ground and I saw a burn mark in the carpet where a hot pan had been. Our hands were about to go into the burn mark and burn us. I tried to win Chuck over by warning him and lifting his hand away from the burn mark, and it worked.

At least the dream ended there.

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I was in some school that I don't recognize, I'm taking a class that doesn't make sense in waking life, but it was a type of composition class.

I was working on an assignment. There were ab out 10 pieces of paper about the size of a playing cards. They were layed out in two vertical rows.

Having used some of the information on two cards, I was trying to stack the papers to be more neat. The teacher was upset about it and wouldn't let me. I was really frustrated because I needed to organize my work. She made me be quiet. I was so frustrated I started punching myself trying to give myself a black eye.

I couldn't hit my eye, but I could hit myself in the head.

The End

Was making it with one, though not well.
Got a call from another.