Vaed

I start off in a closet of an old house I don't know. I just remember I was upstairs and in a big room, it was time for me to sleep, but instead of being on the large bed in the middle of the room, I was in the closet with a small pillow and a sleeping bag. I suddenly realized that I was going to be late for work. I got up really fast and ran to the bathroom to take a shower, but when I looked in the mirror, my hair wasn't a mess except for a little tuft sticking up. I decided that I would skip my shower and just go to work. I ended up outside standing in the middle of a busy road. The sun was still rising, so I knew I wouldn't be too late if I ran, but I ended up running to the house I came from. I remember thinking that I was filling in for someone at another pharmacy, so I would just skip because I couldn't really get in trouble since they haven't called me yet. The next thing I remember, I was in a pharmacy and working. It wasn't like any place I've ever been before... it seemed like it was a library that had walls of which were set up like obstacles in a pinball machine. I remember the wood being dark brown, and there were four, big monitors on the back wall. I also had a pogo stick. I was at work (at least, my dream work) but I still had an overwhelming feeling that I was late for another place I was supposed to fill in at. I took my pogo stick and hopped outside. I was a fast hopper. I could hop probably 20 feet forward in each hop. I remember that I had GPS vision as well. Wherever I went had a line I was supposed to follow. I hopped down a street and got to a large parking garage. The garage was also a ramp to get onto the highway. I remember seeing the GPS lead me to the highway, but I thought it was dangerous, so I took the stairs on the side to go up and hopefully around. Hopping up stairs on a pogo stick was surprisingly easy. On my way up, there was a red sports car speeding around the ramp and I was afraid it would not see me and crash into me. I didn't see it after the first time it passed me. Just before the highway entrance about half way up the ramp (there was more than one entrance to the highway) I saw a few kids (I'm uncertain of how many exactly there were) playing in a small, secluded space. They were trying to throw stuff at each other like cans and bunched-up newspapers. They spotted me and approached me. I thought I'd humor them, so when they threw stuff at me, I dramatically acted as if I was shot by a gun. They laughed, but I told them that I had to go. Eventually, I was one level short of the top of the parking ramp, but there was an exit that led to an area outside near a small town just outside an ocean. I hopped out there and there was sand on the road that had blown up from the beach. I then followed the signal from my GPS, but I didn't think it was right, so I zoomed out and it was just a big rectangle around the beach and its outskirts. I decided that I would walk out on a boardwalk. There was a small shack at the end of the boardwalk on the right hand side of it, and a small picnic table just in front of it. I took a seat. There was an old man serving food. I then realized that I was old and British. The man serving food first brought out a large bucket of what seemed like dark reddish-purple spaghetti. The texture was almost that of canned cranberry sauce, just a little more durable. I took some out and splat it on the table. I don't remember eating any of it. Then instead of me being an old British man, I was myself, but I was sitting across from the old man I just was. The man serving food offered me a beef sub. It was like a french dip, but it looked like a normal sub. It tasted amazing. I remember that french dips are really good with au jus, so I asked for it. The man said he had never heard of that before, but he had some apple juice. He poured me a cup. I got pretty upset about it, and that's all I remember before waking up.

This dream starts off in a cave. The earth is dark brown. There is lava pouring out of holes in the walls, and there are puddles of it about every 10 feet. The cave isn't open; it's more of an underground tunnel. It seems to go on forever in front of me and behind me. I had no idea why I was there. Then I was in a pharmacy. (I work in a pharmacy in real life, but this one wasn't anything like the pharmacy I work in). This pharmacy didn't get medication from any manufacturer, we made them in the pharmacy itself using various roots and leaves. The pharmacy was built like this: only one floor; think of a small, old schoolhouse, except it has a flat roof; the whole front side is made of glass and there is a sliding glass door; the walls are made of small, brown bricks, the the inside walls are flat and white; after walking in, there is a white table to the left just big enough for two people to sit across from each other (probably for consultations); there is a counter half way into the pharmacy that starts from the left wall and runs to the right wall until there is only enough space for people to walk in and out of the work area; the back wall was made up of, I'd say, about eight rows by twelve columns of brown baskets that were separated by the same, white material as the wall, into cubby-like spaces (if you've ever seen Spirited Away, it was similar to the way the Boiler Man organized his herbs and spices); there were two computers near the rear, left corner of the work area, and one computer on the counter. I was sitting at a computer in the corner typing, but there was nothing on the screen. Then a man and his boy sat at the one to the left of me. I wondered how he got back there and why he was there with his son. I said something philosophical, but I didn't get a response from him. Then I tried to say something funny, but he still didn't say anything. Then there was a lady who wanted help at the counter behind me. She had hair like Bozo the Clown, but it was grey instead red. There were streaks of black in it as well. She was very old. I'd say about 60 or 70. She also had a severe case of kyphosis (hunchback) and a wide frown. She was yelling and demanded that I gave her a sheet of paper hanging on the side wall. I looked up and there was a stack of papers nailed to the wall. I looked closer at them and noticed that they were blank prescriptions already signed by the physician. I told her that there is no way we can give her one because she will use it to write a false prescription. I turn back around to work on what I was working on on my computer, but then I heard my mom, the woman, and a doctor talking to the woman. They had one of the sheets of paper and were helping the woman write a false prescription. I couldn't believe my eyes. The next thing I knew, I was in a dorm room with two of my friends. Let's call them Bob and Jim. The place we were in was a massive, two story hotel/dormitory. The front side of it was made entirely of glass, and there was a small door on the bottom left of the building. The inside was like a log cabin, but it wasn't made of whole, round logs; they were cut and the walls and floors were flat. Straight ahead after entering there was an activity room that had a pool table in it, and to the right of the entrance against the wall was an office room. The office room was walled in, but from the waist up was an area of glass, so you could see in. Just beyond the office was a hall way that went deep into the dormitory with doors on either side of it. The room Bob, Jim, and I were in was the last on the left. I knew in my head that we were in a dorm room, but it looked like a stereotypical hotel room. There was one bed and a TV in front of it. The carpet was magenta mixed with dark blue and green. Yaknow, stereotypical hotel room. Bob had his backpack and I knew that he had some form of recreational drugs in it. We left the room and went to the activity room. Bob put his backpack on the pool table, and started to roll a joint. Then we look up and saw two men walk into the building. I personally knew they weren't cops, but Bob was worried and started to gather his things to go back to the room. Jim was like, okay. Then a middle-aged woman entered the room. I then realized that I had no pants on. I started to look for some pants and thought there would be some on the pool table, but it wasn't a pool table anymore, it was a very tall, normal table. The table's surface was up to my chest instead of my hip. I frantically reached on top of the table for pants. I found a pair, but they were shaped as if someone was wearing them. Bob said that they were his, took them, then threw me a pair of big, baggy, green jeans. I thought they were odd because the pockets were just below my knees... not that they were slacking, but that's just where the pockets were placed on the pants. Bob had already left and was probably in the room, but Jim and I stayed behind for a little bit because there was a group of four terribly gothic girls who were playing metal music. It was very simple, but the sound quality was legit, so I stayed until they were done. One of the girls said that I make her sound like a recording she made for her friend on FarmVille. I never played that game before, so I just said, "Oh," and walked on. I sat down and leaned my back up against a wall in the hall next to a large painting. I don't know what the painting was of, but there was a lot of blue, green, and white. Maybe a landscape? Anyhow, I realized that I was wearing earbud headphones and I was listening to a podcast. It was of my friends Jim and Bob talking about me realizing that I'm dreaming and if I will be able to. I didn't think anything of it. Anyhow, when I stand up, next thing I know is I'm in a banquet hall for martial arts. I was wearing a white tae kwon do uniform and I had a yellow belt. Bob had a black and a red belt on. Both belts he was wearing were slanted, but at different angles, so they made an X. Jim was sitting at our table. There were many rows of rectangular, brown tables. The ones you'd see at a family reunion. The one next to ours was a large, circle table. There were many karate people sitting at it. The space between our table and theirs was enough for me to squeeze through, but instead of walking through them, I lifted myself up between them like I would when I was a kid. I did a karate kick and the people at the round table laughed. The next thing I knew I was outside. I was hearing the earbud headphones I had on earlier and was listening to the same podcast... the one of which Bob and Jim were talking about me realizing I was dreaming. I still don't know why I didn't question it, but meh. I was hiking outdoors in a forest-like area. There were large trees on either side of me, and a dirt path in front of me. I walked on the path for awhile and got to a small incline. It was pretty steep, but only a few feet up, so I crawled up it. When I got to the top, the scenery around me changed. Instead of being surrounded by trees, there was a space on both sides of me that was free of trees. It was as if something had drawn a line on a map through the trees and they were gone on that strip of land. I passed it and the trees continued again. The podcast I was listening to changed from Bob and Jim talking to the two guys from Radiolab on NPR. They were talking about someone muscular who was on the run. I knew it couldn't be me because I'm not very muscular. Apparently he stole a ton of money. So, I get to another incline and just beyond it I get to a green truck/SUV. It was a mix between the pick-up truck and SUV. There was also a very large tree to the right of it, and just behind that, a police car was poking out. I was afraid of it because I thought the police officer would think I was the guilty one because I was just walking alone. I approached the cop car and it became another green SUV/truck. The were no more trees near me. I then saw a gas station and a street intersection. I crossed one street to get to the gas station. Parked there was a semi truck facing me. Next to it was another green SUV/truck. Then, another green SUV/truck pulled up to my side and flashed its lights at the semi-truck. The semi-truck slowly pulled forward, I looked up, and I opened my eyes. I was in my room, but it was still pitch black. I remembered the dreams that I just had and wondered why I never did a reality check. I wanted to make a habit out of doing them so I'd do them in my dreams, so I plugged my nose and breathed in. That's right, I breathed in. I had no problem breathing, even when my nose was plugged, and this blew my mind. I realized I had a false awakening. As soon as I put my hand back down, extremely intense vibrations waved throughout my body. My entire body was vibrating, but there was also a concentration of vibrations that pulsed up and down my body. Wherever the concentration of vibrations went in my body felt overwhelmingly good. I felt pure joy, relaxation, happiness, and pretty much every positive emotion and physical feeling. I kept blinking. Eventually, my vision of pitch-blackness started to rip in two. It was as if someone held a black piece of construction paper in front of my eyes and ripped it slowly. Behind it I saw my room, slightly lit from the morning sun.

I was standing on a square, orange-yellow platform. The platform had no depth. It was about 8ft by 8ft. I was standing next to a girl. We were surrounded by dark, vast nothingness. I didn't say anything, but I thought to myself. "I am dreaming." Then I woke up because I got too excited.

I was not in this dream. It was like I was watching in movie, and my vision was in the scene, but I personally was not in this dream. No idea if that has a word or whatnot, but moving on.

It took place when there was severe segregation between white and black people. My view was of a bus that had stopped at a "black-only" stop. There were many people on the sidewalk outside of the bus. There was a commotion at the bus stop about a higher-up, white army man making an appointment to take that bus. No one wanted him to, but apparently he really wanted to. A larger, older (mid-50's), bald white man arrived at the stop. He took his coat off revealing countless badges he's earned in war. At first the driver wouldn't let him in the bus, but then he announced his title and name. I don't know exactly what it was, but it sounded profoundly respectful, and he was immediately let in. My view changed to the back of the bus. It was jam-packed, but silent as he made his way to the only open spot in the back. After he sat down, he asked the lady in front of him how she was doing but she ignored him. To the lack of her response he said, "oh, you're not doing. Okay, then." And then she snapped around and laughed. There was a teenage boy sitting in front of that lady who showed him a credit card that was on a lanyard tied around his neck. "See, this is my name!" the boy yelled. A man sitting across the isle from the army man pulled out his wallet and presented his ID. Soon everyone on the bus was yelling at the man showing him nametags, IDs, and credit cards to prove their names. It seemed spiteful, but it also seemed like they were all afraid of something. Then the army man yelled. Nothing specifically, he just yelled. It was silent. Then he pointed at the badges on his chest. "These aren't here to show I want to take your identity or arrest you. These are here because I've earned them from fighting in wars for our freedom. They're here to show I'll fight for you, and everyone around you." Everyone sat back down, the army man stood up and said "I have to go." He walked off the bus and the dream ended.

I was in a single room airport. It was a very large room... I'd say as big as a small, school gym. The carpet was multicolored between blue, purple, red, and green swirls. They weren't very big swirls, but they differed in size. There were no uniform patterns of them. There were two rows of three chairs in the middle of the room. They were all red. I was waiting for my girlfriend to get there (she's an ex in real life) so we could go home. I was carrying a pink luggage bag and had a pink backpack on my back. I started to walk towards the entrance/exit and a Japanese woman and her daughter came into the airport. The little girl spoke Japanese to me and I was going to respond with "I don't know Japanese" in Japanese (I do know a little IRL), but then it sounded like she started to talk Vietnamese. I don't know any, so I kinda just brushed it off. Then my girlfriend got there. I told her that I got her awesome pink luggage stuff and she didn't like it at all. Then I took the backpack off and took a Gameboy out. It had her favorite Pokemon game in it, which is weird 'cause she didn't like Pokemon in real life too much. Then I briefly woke up, and fell into a different dream.

My memory of this dreams starts off with me in a car following someone.
Cars in this dream all looked like this except, they were all mainly red with yellow outlining.

Also, all cars had to be on railing. It was like roller coaster railing, but wider, and embedded into the ground. Anyhow, I was driving somewhere at night when suddenly the car in front of me drove off a cliff. I turned to the side because I noticed that the tracks that were supposed to lead to the other side of the drop off weren't there... if you've ever played Donkey Kong Country, it looked like the broken tracks in the mine-cart level. There were a lot of people who pulled off to the side because they ran into the same problem. I don't know why or what it was about, but there was a riddle we had to solve. Somehow, the guy who ran his car off the cliff was there helping out. It didn't make sense to me that he was there 'cause he ran his car off a cliff, but he said "something like that wouldn't really happen." It didn't occur to me to try an RC, but oh well. Anyhoo, he solved the riddle. I don't know what the riddle was, but the answer had to do with which chicken to press down on a control pad. More on that soon. The railing to cross the drop off was back up, but instead of it being a straight shot to the other side, there was a major drop like a roller coaster. It was a giant U shape. So, the guy who solved it went first. I was able to see what he was seeing in first person. When he went down the drop, it felt like a real roller coaster. Then I saw him hit a gate at the top of the other side after he leveled out on the surface, but it wasn't hard impact; it just stopped him with no harsh stopping feeling at all. There was a really large guy standing by the gate with a thick beard. He got out and reached towards the bottom of the gate and there was a four piece... thing. Like, imagine the gas pedal in a go cart. There were four of them and they made a square. There was a small chicken sticker on each of them and he pressed the bottom left one. The large man nodded and smiled and the gate opened. Now it was my turn. I did everything I just saw through the first guy's perspective and got through. This is where another dream starts in an airport.