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(Unconnected dreams indicated by a *. Connected dreams indicated by a •. )
I did an experiment the previous night where I ate a banana before going to bed.

* I am in what looks to be a rec center. There are two DC's (I'll call them DC X and DC Y). DC X is trying to print something on what looks like an old-fashioned printing press. I try to help and I try to stick brown strips of cellophane into the printing press. Eventually we manage to print a picture of a dog. DC Y is impressed. As DC X is preparing to print another picture of a dog (a papillion), DC Y takes me over to this area in front of a large flat-screen TV. The environmenr is now my parents' room. I tell DC Y about printers from my time.

* I'm preparing to go for a walk. I put on my red duffle coat which somehow seems heavier than normal. I go on a quest to find some man's childhood home. I walk around in this neighborhood full of tall white houses with green trim. Some are like condos, others are five stories high. Presently, I come to a private club, with a picnic area, a pool, and a grassy feild. Moving trucks roam the area freely. Night falls suddenly, and people are gathering on the grassy area to watch fireworks. I decide I don't want to deal with loud fireworks. Two girls are told they must stay off the grass as they are not members, but they can stay nearby because they are the family of one of the members. Someone finds out I'm not a member and I'm escorted to the picnic area. There is pizza shaped cake and a tall square cake. I steal a slice of square cake from a young boy and laugh to myself. (I am not this evil irl)

* I am in my den and I pick up Angel (shown in my profile pic). She wags her tail and gets super excited... then poops on my shirt. O.o. I put her down then look in Reader's Digest for how to remove dog poop from clothes.

* A blue blob
* A narration from a fake Goosebumps book.

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FALSE AWAKENING
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FRAGMENT
(Unconnected dreams indicated by a *. Connected dreams indicated by a •. )

I am finally back on Dreamviews to update my dream journal. I will be keeping this journal in sync with a private journal, that way I can get in an entry every day without having to worry about posting anything embarassing.

*I am on my driveway. Two people come up to me and start critising me about my shyness. I try to threaten them by asking them where in my neighborhood they live, then tell them to lay off the mean comments.

• A cartoon boy and his dad shrink down very small and the dad is looking for the TV remote, all while blaming everything on his son.

• The parents of the same cartoon boy are vacationing in the jungle. A huge green boa constrictor wraps itself around them. The mom screams.

* I am watching a videogame ad that seems to be from the 80s, as it seems to treat home gaming like something cool and new

* I go to the bathroom while trying to remember my dream.

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LUCID

I'm looking at my old toys in our closet. There are a lot of large fabric or felt books that are classified as history books. Two go from the 1860s to 2005, and another goes from 1995 to 2002. I also find two baby bibs in a cardboard box. I try one on, but it's too small, of course.

Later, I'm veiwing myself as I was at age four or five. My sister looks about two and a half years old. We're carrying animal toys that make sounds if you squeeze their heads. Also, we're in a grocery store. Every time my parents want to demonstrate the toy, they use my sister's. My sister has a puppy toy, and I have a monkey toy. When my younger self reaches the bakery aisle, my mom and I end up "in" the "flashback", and I tell her "When you want to demonstrate a toy, use both of ours, please."

Time travel is a recurring theme in my dreams. Also, none of the books, the bibs, or toys are real. My sister and I never owned toys like that. And I never made any felt or fabric history books. Also, nothing in the flashback actually happened. My parents never filmed home movies in stores. The only thing that was realistic was when I talked to my mom in the "past", and my younger self didn't look at me for one second. That's because you can't change the past.

I'm not sure if I actually dreamed this but....

A bunch of puppies are eating a big pile of bones.