dream fragment

At the beginning of the dream, my parents announced we were going to some event. It was nighttime, and I decided to watch an old movie. Then I realized it was the director's cut, so I stopped watching it. I went to the kitchen when all of a sudden, the event began inside the house. A bunch of people were there. I think there were maybe 300 or so. And the kitchen was gone too. And it was daytime now. And there was singing and dancing.

During the event, I became enemies (not friends) with a girl. I don't know what happened, but we didn't like each other that much.

At the end of the dream, the both of us got caught up in some flying machine that looked like it was flown by Orville and Wilbur. Then the plane was up in the air and the girl was thrown into peril. I had to save her. So I was trying my hardest, and then the dream was over.

No lucid dreams yet. Keep trying. Keep trying.

I was living on a train with my family (Don't ask me why we lived on a train. We just did). We met up with a woman at some point in the dream. It was pretty wintry outside too, now that I think of it.

Later on, I realized that the woman was going to blow up the train using my cat. Fortunately, I stopped her evil scheme and saved my cat along with it.

I rewarded myself by watching Patton.

Then as I was watching, my Mom grabbed my cat and planned to release him into the forest, which I promptly disagreed with.

I think right then, I might've realized that I was dreaming. Unfortunately, that's when the dream ended too.

Dang! I should've written this sooner, so I wouldn't forget.

In my dream, I met up with some guy who was the best at his job. I had the same job too (I don't remember what the job was, but it involved guns, and I think there was some stealing going on with it). And strangely enough, the guy looked like Makarov from Modern Warfare 2. Come to think of it, the airport looked identical too.

Now, the first time we did our jobs, we were successful.

The second time however, we blew it.

It's my fault for not writing soon enough. But I know the consequences were bad. I guess that's all that mattered.

I dreamed that I took two testicular exams and one of my testicles had a small lump. I'm not sure what events unfolded (Or if that dream had ended), but I found myself in a car with a bunch of friends. It was really dark outside, and we were in the outskirts of the city. I think we were driving in a forest.

And that's all I could remember. But I do know during the driving that something heroic happened. I can't remember what it was.

I was dreaming that I watched two VHS tapes simultaneously. The first videotape was Snow White & The Seven Dwarfs. The second videotape was The Spirit Of Mickey.

Then I moved around too much and unintentionally ended the dream. It was too bad, because I was enjoying it too.

The dream took place inside my old house back in Montana.

This was the first vivid dream I had after I learned about lucid dreaming. Unfortunately, the first half of it was almost all I could remember.

I was in Belize and I was attending a megachurch (Even though there is no such thing as a megachurch in Belize. Trust me, I've been there). During the service, a volcano erupted. Debris fell on the church. The service continued, and guess what? The volcano erupted again! And once again, more debris fell on the church. Even then, the service continued. By the time the volcano erupted a third time, I was already out of that place. And yes, debris fell on the church again.

I forgot the rest of the dream, but I do remember that I was on a dirt road. I know that sometime later, I ran into a fat guy who looked like Dom DeLuise. The rest I don't remember.

I'm not sure how many people in the world get recurring dreams, but I'm pretty sure I've gotten one. And what's worse, I can never remember the whole thing. This is just what I managed to remember and wrote down.

I was in an urban setting. I think it was San Francisco. I was outside with a bunch of friends. They all had AK-47s or a machine gun. I had an AK-47 or some sort of machine gun in hand too.

And that's all I could remember. Sort of anti-climactic, isn't it? It's still a very strange dream to me. I'm not the kind of guy who likes to pick up a gun in the first place, and I would never want to be thrown into the military ever in my entire life (Odds are, I'd be the first to get shot). Guess that means I have to watch for guns when I'm dreaming.