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#1020:
Date: July 28th, 2011
Length: 10 minutes

This was a very odd, quite long dream. It had a bunch of different segments and my memory of it has faded a bit (not to mention I can't read half the stuff I wrote), but the overall idea was this: myself and a few other people were under the effects of some kind of curse that would, after a week, erase us out of existence. For some reason after this happened we would be forced to relive the final day again and again, groundhog day style. The dream basically consists of me reliving the day repeatedly, although each day is completely different and happens in a different place. My chronology of the whole dream is a bit funky, but I've tried to put it together in the way that makes most sense. I really hope this isn't totally confusing/unreadable, but it's pretty hard to explain.

<I don't remember much of this part, but I think I was walking with a few people, one of which was my friend from the start of the dream, and my notes say something about an old woman -- I think she's the one who cursed us>

After that I'm with a friend of mine, and we're going to a reunion of old school friends. Just before going into the house where the reunion is happening, I look at a paper sign on the window mentioning Anna, a person I knew when I was really really small and had all but forgotten about. I stop for a moment to think about this, then some people inside see us and quickly invite us in. I see a ton of people I used to know, and greet them all warmly.

I find myself in a different place, still with my friend. It's the last day, and we're both fully aware of it. My friend is pretty panicky and seems to have some last minute ideas on how to remove the curse, but I think we both get erased from existence, although I don't remember this part too well.

In another "last day," I'm at my old high school, and I'm frantically searching in the library for any books that can help me get more information about this curse and removing it. I find a book with some interesting symbols/runes that I try to memorize in hopes that they will be useful. I also talk to someone (J.) about my situation -- he's sympathetic but doesn't really have much he can do to help.

At some point, I have a sort of revelation about how to beat the curse, but it's also just a few moments before the day ends. I run up to the roof of the school, and there are two sort of machines (they looked like vending machines) that I'm trying to get to. However, this sort of large witch-looking person appears and attacks me, trying to block me from getting to the machines long enough for me to get erased. She's very strong but I finally take her down. I'm not sure exactly how (from the machines, I think? or was it something I found on the witch?), but I find out some sort of secret password that I can use on a computer to remove the curse. The password was composed of several of the emoticons ":{" and "}:". I think the password was "}::{" although I also remember thinking it was 6 characters, so maybe not.

Anyways, I realize that I'm about to be blotted out of existence and don't have time to type the password, so I write it down on a piece of paper which I will somehow be able to access when I relive this day. Suddenly everything goes pitch black -- I'm completely gone, although in a sense I'm still aware. The day then restarts, and I get the piece of paper where I wrote the password. I think it takes me a while to remember what it was for, but I succeeded in removing the curse once I figured it out.

Nonetheless, I relived a different version of the day, where I was once again trying to remove the curse but had found a different way. It was night time and I was in the streets of some suburb, once again running out of time. I sprinted to a house which was owned by an old friend of mine. I quickly went to his room, and he seemed to know all about my situation and how to remove the curse.

He told me I only had a few minutes left, and proceeded to deploy a small basketball hoop that was on a wall of his room. He handed me a a ball and showed me where to stand -- all I had to do to remove the curse was make one free throw from here before my time ran out. I shot maybe like eight times, and missed every single one. For some reason, I just couldn't hit the shot, even though the basket wasn't far away. The ball usually just hit the left side of the rim. I looked back at my friend and asked him for help: suddenly, a pure white aura appeared around his eyes, and some sort of white energy went towards me. I absorbed it (I think I might have swallowed it?) and immediately felt better, then made the free throw.

As the ball went through the net, I exhaled and felt a very strange but pleasant sensation. It was like my entire body/tension deflated as the curse was removed from me. I fell back onto the bed behind me, and suddenly saw all the events of the dream (or at least, what seemed to be the events of the dream) flash backwards in time very quickly before my eyes. The last thing I remember is something about an old woman, apparently named Ann Parila. I think I woke up after that.

Well, last night was certainly interesting. I had one lucid dream, (that dragged on and may have been followed by a second dream with moments of lucidity -- I'm not sure if there was a split or the two were the same dream). I had another dream which was not lucid, but had a strong emotional impact on me, one of the stronger ones I've felt in what dreams I can think of.


#1004:
Date: June 20th, 2011
Length: 8 minutes

I was downstairs in my house. It was dark, very early morning (say, 2 AM or so). I was near the kitchen, and my mom was also there, though I don't recall what she was doing really. After a few moments of idling about, I recognized one of my strong dream signs -- darkness. This caused me to do the ever-reliable nose plugging reality check: as usual, I was able to breathe through my nose even though it was plugged.

It took me a few moments to realize that I could actually breathe and that it meant I must be dreaming, but I became lucid. I had intended the day before to have dream sex, so I won't go into the details, but needless to say it happened: I don't quite remember how I got to the place where I found the person I was looking for, something with a phonecall.

After the sex I did not wake up, but instead went along with another woman to some strange room which slowly morphed into a movie theater. Before entering, she shot out a camera on the ceiling with a gun.

(Lucidity around this point was tenuous, kind of came and went as far as I recall, so I'm switching colors) A bunch of people walked into the room, apparently to see the movie. The woman I was with suddenly turned hostile, and tried to stab me with a bizarre syringe that contained a sort of liquefied or powdered metal alloy. I pushed her away, and left the theater.

Here the dream, and my recall, becomes blurry. I think everything went black, but eventually I found myself outside in a dark, snowy place. I think I was lucid at this point, and I tried to stabilize the dream. Eventually a sort of city formed around me. I remember trying to experience the whole environment, focusing on things like trees and the snow to really make the dream as vivid as possible. Soon people were gathering around me, and my brother was also there. I think a sort of plaza with a statue was created around me, or at least I ended up there. I unfortunately don't recall much more than that, I think I woke up around that point.


#1005:
Date: June 20th, 2011
Length: 6 minutes

I was at a party which was basically a meeting of a lot of old friends of mine. At the beginning of the dream I was sitting on some kind of bench, looking in the distance as most of my old friends were getting food at a barbeque and caught up. I was, for some reason or another, anxious to actually go see them and say hello after a long time of not having seen them.

Finally everyone sort of dispersed, and I went to the barbeque to get a hot dog. There was a girl there, and at first I thought she was someone I vaguely knew as a freshman in high school. Looking fairly neutral at first, she offered me a hot dog, and I took it. After a few moments, though, I sat down and we began an intense conversation. I was apprehensive and unsure of myself, while she seemed fairly upset, at least at first.

She told me that she had only two questions for me. The first was why I had never really reached out to her after we went our separate ways. She was obviously hurt and a little angry about this. Trying to be compassionate but also puzzled by how she was acting, I explained to her that I didn't feel like I ever really knew her that well, and so I didn't feel the need to continue talking when we weren't in the same school anymore. She seemed really surprised by my response, and I suddenly realized that she was not the person I thought she was (I think her appearance in fact changed between the two people as the dream went on).

She was not some vague acquaintance from high school, but a good friend from before that. I felt terrible, apologized and explained that I had confused her for someone else. I then tried to explain, and figure out for myself, why I hadn't tried to get back into contact with her. The conversation continued like this for quite a while, and over time we seemed to rekindle that old friendship and I started feeling true compassion for her, and regretted not having talked with her for this long. On her side, she seemed less angry than before, and more understanding.

Finally, with most bridges mended, she reached her second question: something along the lines of "Would you consider going out with me?" This sort of blew me out of the water. It was unexpected and surprising, especially with how the conversation had started and how we didn't "really" know each other anymore. But I realized we were actually quite similar, she attracted me, and I felt a connection with her. At the same time, this was all really sudden, and feelings aside, did we really know each other anymore?

She sensed my hesitation, but I didn't want her to think I was rejecting her, because I didn't want to. I think I said something along the lines of: "Well, I would definitely not say 'no.'" This was my way of saying that I definitely felt something between us, but was sort of confused at the whole situation and how quickly it all happened. She seemed pretty satisfied with the response, and we continued talking until it was clear we would at least give a shot at some sort of relationship. I took her hand and my mind raced as I thought of what was happening, and how she somehow seemed to be the perfect fit for me. It seemed too good to be true, but I was firmly decided on at least giving it a shot. Despite my few doubts, I felt an overall sense of immense peace and hopefulness.


What it all means I suppose is for me to decide: I think I will remember this dream for a long time though. It is really sort of a plain/mundane dream in content or plot and may seem kind of cheesy on the surface, but I felt so many strong, genuine and varied emotions throughout it. Truly amazing what the dreaming mind can do.

So last night I went to sleep with the intent of waking up after every dream period. It didn't work perfectly, I only woke up after a couple, but in the early morning when I woke up I went back to sleep trying to count myself into a dream ("1... I'm dreaming, 2... I'm dreaming" etc), using a snooze on my alarm to regularly wake myself up.

It didn't work directly in the sense that I didn't ever consciously transition to dreaming, but I had a strange sort of lucid dream. Lucidity fluctuated a lot, but it seems like I re-entered the dream twice, but I don't recall if I actually woke up between re-entries or not, so I'll just mark the places I think they happened. Also a lot of other dreams recalled.

#996:
Date: May 30th, 2011
Length: 8 minutes


I began in some kind of house, where I quickly realized I was dreaming. I ended up walking outside, just stabilizing things for a few moments. I wanted to meet someone in particular, so I yelled out her name, hoping that would summon her. Instead, a sort of plot developed where she had been kidnapped and was being held in a building in front of me. My lucidity here was pretty insignificant, but I went inside the building. It was a sort of inn/bar, and I went upstairs to a room.

Now something to understand is that this dream had odd shifts in perspective to a game of Starcraft. My mind was interpreting the concept of lucidity strangely (second time this has happened lately...), as if Starcraft was the real life I would awaken to after this dream. At times, I had flashes where I was seeing my base in a game of Starcraft being attacked, and afraid that this would wake me up. I was asking my allies to help defend me.

Anyways, the person I was looking for was in the room, but my vision shifted to Starcraft mode and saw that she was "infested." I decided to just leave the room and head back outside, having to fight through some people who wanted to stop me.

Back outside, my mind was a bit clearer and I think I was more conscious of my dreaming state. As I walked, the dream began to fade, however. Everything turned dark, but I tried to concentrate on my sense of touch. <Re-entry here?> Eventually, I was back in the dream. I decided to try to use all my senses to stay anchored in the dream, so I walked into a nearby shop and found a bizarre glass container which had some kind of perfume in it. I smelled it and poured some on myself, and also ate two sort of black sort of "rocks" that were inside it. It tasted pretty disgusting, but I kept chewing on it for quite a while, happy about how real it seemed.

At this point my notes read that I was in a room packing up some stuff into my backpack. I vaguely recall this, but I don't know why I was doing it. Anyways, I think the dream faded here again, and I had another re-entry (maybe). I found myself in a wooden shack near a body of water. I looked at myself in a mirror -- I looked basically like myself, though a few features were somewhat distorted.

After a little more stabilization, I stepped outside. Below me was a pretty steep drop down to the water, and in the distance I saw a few hills and islands. I decided to go check out what was over there, though it didn't look like much. I launched myself into the air and flew down towards the water. As I did so, everything felt so real and crisp for a moment that I was completely exhilarated. I tried to calm myself, fearing that this would wake me up. Unfortunately, my flying slowed to almost a dead halt and I had a weird false awakening: the Starcraft game appeared again, with my base being attacked. I typed something like: "can you believe it! I was having a good lucid dream and just then this woke me up!"

I also wrote something in my notes about a checklist, but I don't remember what it had to do with the dream. It had an entry on it that said "pre-fight bosses."



#997:
Date: May 30th, 2011
Length: 4 minutes

I was in a class that was taught by one of my former History professors. It was the first day of this class. For some reason, there were a bunch of pool tables all around the room. I was eager to meet people, and quickly introduced myself to a few. People were told to assemble around the pool tables for some kind of group work. There was some confusion for a moment as some tables got deserted and others overcrowded.

After a while, something odd happened and we were suddenly in the middle of a zombie invasion. I was strangely calm (felt sort of like a game) and ran towards the class entrance. We weren't really in a building or anything -- the room was just sort of merged with outside. It was night time, and I followed a group of people across a small brook and to a sort of checkpoint. Once we made it there we knew we were safe.

Somehow I ended back in the classroom before the zombie thing happened. This time I walked towards the front of the classroom and then beyond it, to a seashore. There were a couple boats there, and I just enjoyed the view for a few moments, when the zombies came again. This time, however, it definitely felt real, and I was scared. I was with a group of journalists and we sprinted towards the same brook we had crossed before. This time, however, there was a problem and we were unable to cross it. Instead we had to take a long bridge to our left.

One by one people fell behind and died, until it was just me and another guy. We ran as fast as we could. For some reason we were suddenly being chased by two cars, and we ducked out of the way just in time before they lost control and crashed horribly, blocking the zombies from catching up with us. I thought I was safe as we stopped a moment to catch our breaths, but then I realized the guy with me had been bitten and was turning into a zombie. He started approaching me aggressively, and I backed off. Soon he was charging me and trying to bite my face off. I fought him off desperately, but I was weaker than him and terrified. I frantically tried to prevent him from biting me while also somehow mentally accessing a menu, trying to stop this "game" (though nonetheless it felt like my life was at stake), and managed to just in time. I don't remember anything after that.


#998:
Date: May 30th, 2011
Length: 3 minutes

Basically just a dream of playing soccer. I was playing defense at first, then switched to attack, then back to defense, then back to attack. It all made sense at the time. After a few uneventful plays, I suddenly started to play much better, just sort of naturally sensing where my teammates were and making good passes. Then I got the ball on our half of the pitch, and suddenly found myself able to dribble their entire team. I fell just short of scoring a goal, tapping the ball a little too far in front of me and losing control at their last line of defense. Still, I was really happy with how I was playing.

We reached a break in play, and some guy kept complaining about how the online system for this soccer league was broken. I asked him why he was so concerned over this when it wasn't even playoff time. He explained that there was a team called "The 300 Spartans" whose name had caused a glitch in the system, somehow resulting in gif images of the car in Back to the Future to be placed above each team's name. This was apparently a very big deal.


- I also had a dream about being in some kind of underground facility, and meeting a ton of people I haven't seen in a really long time.

#989:
Date: May 18th, 2011
Length: 7 minutes

It's late at night. I'm at my computer, and check some school-related stuff. I see an announcement for a statistics class I'm apparently taking, where they tell us that we were expected to use a certain chemical compound in doing our homework (don't ask me how this is relevant to statistics). I realize that I didn't do this, and the homework is apparently due the next day, so I go outside and rush to a nearby lab.

Once inside, I pull out the necessary chemical from a fridge, and somehow use it to finish my homework (I think I just poured it on the paper?). All is well... for now. Morning comes, and I'm walking around what is supposedly the campus. After a little while, I'm suddenly accosted by a few people, one a police officer, who immediately places me under arrest. I don't resist since I have no idea what I could have done wrong.

I'm taken to a sort of interrogation area (which, strangely, was basically open to outside). I am seated at a table, surrounded by 4 interrogators, and with an attorney to my left. At first I am simply accused of using that chemical last night -- I openly admit to it, saying it was part of my homework. They tell me something really weird like "Just because you were expected to use it, doesn't mean you were authorized to."

Somehow, however, the interrogators quickly change the conversation and accuse me of murdering someone the night before, with some vague relation to the chemical I used. I start to freak out -- I try to explain I have nothing to do with any murder, and that I was just trying to do my homework, but they keep grilling me and trying to pressure me into saying something. My attorney tries wholeheartedly to help me, but he basically is unable to say more than a few sentences.

I get more and more confused, telling them that I was exhausted the night before and don't remember exactly what happened (which is true), but that I'm sure I didn't murder anyone (which is also true -- my recall is a bit fuzzy and I think I may have done something with the person who got murdered, but I definitely didn't kill him). They refuse to believe me, and seem to be ready to put me on trial for murder. I start to completely break down as they continue to pressure me and I feel more and more confused about the entire situation and how little sense it all makes. I end up in tears, fearing for the worst.

They try to get me to reveal as much information about myself as possible. My memory feels more and more blurred, and I start feeling like I'm going insane, but at the same time I realize this might be exactly what they want, and so I try to just hang on. Soon, one of the interrogators (who, it turns out, has the same voice as someone I know irl) poses a devastating question. It was something along the lines of: "Are you enjoying your killing spree?" Not only was he pinning the recent murder on me, but also a string of previous murders -- basically calling me a serial killer. At this point, still crying, I almost lose it completely. I lash out and deny that I'm a murderer, though some doubt is creeping into my own mind.

Finally, they agree to release me for a day so I can talk and be with my family. I arrive some place that looks nothing like my parents' house, or really any place I've seen before. I'm still feeling deeply confused and traumatized at this point. My mom meets me in a sort of dining room, and we talk for a few moments before the rest of the family arrives and we start to eat dinner. As we eat and they try to comfort me, I start to cry again: I do this partly because I am still feeling unstable, like I'm going mad, and unsure of whether or not I am a murderer. A few times I have flashes and feel like I'm back in the interrogation room, fearing what lies in the future. But I'm also crying because of the warmth with which I'm being received -- everyone is here, trying to be supportive and console me. I feel nothing but love and belonging: none of my family seem to have any doubts despite the horrible accusations against me, and I'm incredibly thankful for it.

Eventually, I wake up, in tears. A vivid reminder to appreciate what you have, it seems.

#985:
Date: May 10th, 2011
Length: 6 minutes

I was deep in an archaeological dig, with a team of a couple people. Two of them were Star Trek characters -- Data and Troi. We were underground, and we dug to a place where an elevator was buried. The doors were sealed, but we soon found out that inside was Samara from the Ring (though she looked older and with longer hair). We were trying to help her, but she was clearly malevolent. We kept trying to pry open the elevator doors, but she would telepathically force them shut.

When we finally got them open, Troi and Data in turn tried to communicate with her. As soon as they came into contact with her, however, they were both instantly terrified and brought to tears -- a sort of psychic attack, I guess. They both ran away. I went after Data, who ended up in a kind of library, and I tried to reassure him until he was back to normal.

After that, things got even more crazy down in the dig, though I don't remember in very much detail -- just a lot of screaming and scares, etc. I finally got the hell out of there, but I knew Samara would be hunting me wherever I went. I kept having visions of her coming out of nowhere, screaming and flying at me. I ended up going to a police station, where some reason I was thrown in jail. After a little while I escaped though.

I went back outside, to a nice area with a lot of green grass. Sitting near a tree was Eddie Murphy, and I tried to talk with him for as long as possible, hoping his cheerfulness would somehow counteract any threat of Samara coming back for me. There was a small brook nearby, and I also vaguely recall jumping in it. After that, I don't think I was attacked by Samara again, but I don't remember much from the dream.



#986:
Date: May 10th, 2011
Length: 3 minutes

I was walking with someone I work for as a side-project. We talked for a while, but I suddenly realized he had involved me in some sort of robbery plan with about 8 other people. I don't want to be involved in this at all, so I start trying to talk my way out of it. I'm not sure what happens at this point, but I end up in a building with a bunch of bedrooms.

In the room where I started I met a girl, and we were really attracted to each other. My recall of the dream gets really fuzzy at that point, but I think a bunch of strange and supernatural things started happening. I recall flying with the girl for a while. Near the end of the dream, we had sex. One of the last things I recall is being on a sort of balcony, I think celebrating about some sort of major world event.



#987:
Date: May 10th, 2011
Length: 5 minutes


I was at an outdoor movie theater, where I met two attractive girls. We sat together on a few seats which later morphed into a bench. I felt really comfortable with them, and flirted for a long while. Eventually, the movie was over and the movie screen disappeared. After talking for a while longer, I randomly decided to take a walk.

I got up, and went into a nearby school building. Even though it was almost sundown, there were still kids in a classroom that I walked past. After a few moments I decided to go back outside, passing a classroom labeled 3 in front of which someone I know was sitting and waiting.

Back outside, I sat with the girls again, when a car pulled up nearby. A group of people walked out, and I suddenly realized one of them was carrying a submachine gun. Another one pulled out a large pistol shortly after. Before I could react, a bunch more people around pulled out weapons and told everyone to stop moving. I had my wallet in my hand at the time, and fumbled trying to put it away somewhere it wouldn't be taken.

It turns out these people weren't thieves though, it seems they were trying to start some kind of revolution.

#988:
Date: May 9th, 2011
Length: 4 minutes

I was at some sort of conference at a university inside a big city. After the conference (which I remember nothing of) I was back outside. It was night time and really, really dark with no lighting, so I walked around struggling to find my car. Suddenly, a nearby building burst into flame. Soon, everything around me was burning. A sort of van stopped in front of me, and quickly picked me up. Inside were a bunch of people I didn't know, but I thanked them for saving me. They were all really nice and caring even though they didn't know me.

Apparently, the fire was spreading so much that the entire city was being consumed, so we headed to a long bridge exiting the city. There was a really apocalyptic feeling to all of it, as if we were some of the last survivors of mankind. I borrowed a phone and tried to call my mom -- she didn't answer, and I began to cry, knowing she was dead. The others tried to reassure me. I don't remember much beyond that.


- Had a dream about playing with a new soccer team.

- Also had a dream about discovering a lost pencil case in my backpack.

- I'm just going to write this here: that dream about the fire reminded of about 2 dreams that I hardly remember, but they involved me trying to survive major disasters (nuclear bombings?) in big cities. One of them was at my school.

Some decent dreams, at last!


#960:
Date: August 20th, 2010
Length: 7 minutes


I'm on (a much larger version of) my college campus, it's late afternoon, and we're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. A good number of people are still alive, as the infection is in its early stages. I'm with one or two other people, and as night falls, we decide to hole up in a nearby building. We end up in a kind of corridor, where we board up the windows, set up makeshift beds, and go to sleep.

Day comes without a disturbance, and we step out of the building. We have decided to head to the East, because apparently there are less zombies there. As we walk, we see many groups of uninfected people, most of them headed in the same direction we are. It seems that everyone wants to get to some kind of museum, where for some reason they hope they will be safe (I think we wanted to get there, too). After walking for a while, we reach the entrance of a large building -- the museum. A large crowd of people is heading towards it, and others have already arrived at the entrance.

At this point, I'm not sure why, but I ditch the other people I was with and sprint towards the museum. However, once I get there, I realize it's closed (or at least, the people inside refuse to let anyone else in). I look around, and see many people sitting down on benches in front of the museum: they all appear shocked and seem to have lost all hope of survival. Instead of staying here, I decide to try to get out of this place as fast as possible, spying a sort of hybrid highway/city street nearby.

I head towards the highway, and the dream starts mixing "reality" more and more with the world of video games. I have no car, but manage to run fast enough to jump on top of a red car. For a while I just stay on the car, but soon enough things starting getting frantic. My recall here is a bit blurry, but I ended up jumping onto many different vehicles, trying not to get myself killed in the process. At some point, I leap onto the back of a sort of tow truck with a crane. Everything is hectic, and all the cars/trucks on the highway are going very fast. The crane swings wildly, and eventually I jump off the truck onto some weird vehicle, I guess a kind of forklift on the front of which 5 people are standing. My landing causes part of the vehicle to dip forward, making the people fall onto the highway. I feel pretty bad about this, but soon forget about it.

After a few moments, everything starts getting even more crazy and confused. It feels like the highway is now on top of skyscrapers in a city. Two Apache helicopters appear in the distance, and start firing missiles straight at me. I dodge them, and shoot down the helicopters (I think with a rocket launcher?). After a while, I think another helicopter appears, and I take it down as well. A few moments later, a monstrous creature manifests itself on the top of a large building, and I fly up to confront it, armed with... a few toothpicks. The monster is a large, sort of round blob/jelly of a mostly beige color, though parts of it occasionally change tint. Out of its inside spawn several smaller, orangeish blobs, which I kill by throwing toothpicks at them, "popping" them in the process.

I realize that whenever I pop one of the small blobs, a sort of jellied eye appears on top of the giant one, and stabbing it seems to be the only thing that harms the monster. I methodically pop a small blob then hit the eye (it disppears after being hurt, each time), until I realize I only have one toothpick left. Instead of throwing toothpicks, I now have to use my lone toothpick as a knife basically. It works out OK, and I think I end up killing the giant blob.


#961:
Date: August 21st, 2010
Length: 5 minutes

As the dream begins, I'm in the passenger seat of a car my mom is driving, and we're entering some kind of parking lot. We stop at a booth, and inside is a sort of Indian guy. We talk to him for a while, after which we drive further into the parking lot. However, a female voice ends up talking to us, and things get strange.

Apparently, we're trying to park so that we can go to some kind of amusement park (Sea World?). The voice tells us that in order to get a parking spot, we need to go through a special process that involves killing ourselves, only to be immediately "reincarnated" in a clone that has a copy of our memories (except those from our suicide). I'm pretty shocked and afraid to do this, but my mom doesn't understand why I'm reluctant, and seems to be perfectly fine with it.

We end up in some kind of hotel, where I end up in a small projection room, watching a movie with a few other people from my family. At the end, my dad explains that the moral of the movie is about suicide, and that it proves that we should all go through the suicide/reincarnation thing explained earlier. I refuse, but everyone else seems to accept (my brother, my mom and dad, and some others I think).

I end up having to witness their suicides, just standing nearby seeing all this happen. I can't really explain this part very well so bear with me, but they end up in their own kind of "simulated dream" -- they all take on different forms, some looking like kids, others just like different people, and they all have this sort of ghostlike transparency to them. They almost seem to be acting out a scene, both aware and unaware of what they're doing. They walk out to a long sort of balcony on the 3rd or 4th floor of the hotel, and all lean against a barrier, looking down at the view below. Soon, a large wind starts blowing (even though this is indoors), and it is supposed to push them all over the barrier so that they will fall and die.

Just as this is happening and everyone is starting to fall, a truck bursts through a glass window on the ground floor and crashes into a pillar, hitting some of the falling people as well. It is being driven by Leonardo Di Caprio, but for some reason at times it feels like I'm in the truck, though I'm seeing everything from above. I don't remember much after that, except that all the people who fell died, and Di Caprio managed to crawl out of the wreckage of his truck.


I also had some dream involving soccer and a red-headed girl I was attracted to.

#944:
Date: July 6th, 2010
Length: 6 minutes

I'm not sure exactly why, but I enjoyed this dream a lot.


<Interesting to note -- in this dream, I "feel" like I'm a few years older, especially near the end, when the plot doesn't really make sense if I'm not older than I am>

The first thing I recall is running for my life alongside a couple other people, in an alleyway. Apparently a zombie infection has struck, and we're fleeing to safety. Some of the city has already been devastated. I spot a ladder to my right, and quickly climb up, to the top of some kind of skyscraper (yes, that would be quite the climb, but I don't think I actually experienced the climb). I reach the rooftop, and I think I'm alone for a while.

My recall is a bit blurry here, but I think I'm concerned that this building might collapse. It has another, slightly smaller building leaning on it. The top part of the leaning building seems to be built out of wood, and the ceiling is mostly broken so that I can see inside. I think there were a few people taking cover in there. I jump into there, and then get inside an elevator, trying to get to the rooftop of another building. The elevator shaft is diagonal rather than vertical, and I'm hoping that nothing is too damaged.

I press the button that will take me to the rooftop. After a long while, I'm still not there, and start wondering if I'll be stuck here and die like this, cursing myself for taking a stupid risk. Thankfully, though, the elevator doors open after a while and I find myself on a large, open rooftop, with a couple swimming pools on it. There are other people there, too. I settle near a pool at one edge of the roof, and set down a bag that I'm carrying. After a few moments, zombies start swarming the roof, having apparently climbed up.

Total chaos ensues. Most of the people don't seem to have weapons and get devoured. Armed with a shotgun and pistol, I manage to hold off the zombies that head towards me. In front of me, near another pool, I see a mother trying to protect her two children, a little boy and girl. The mother dies somehow (I don't actually recall seeing her die), but I see the children still alive, and quickly motion to them to come to me. They do so, and for a while I keep the zombies at bay, but soon they begin gaining ground and things are getting desperate.

At this point, I somehow freeze time. The zombies all stop instantly, though I think the children are not completely frozen. I start trying to figure out if there's a way we can escape from this situation. At this point I realize that my shotgun, my best weapon, is missing. I check in my bag, but don't find it. I wonder if I dropped it in the pool or something, but I can't see it. I ask the little girl (I think through telepathy?) if they have anything that might be of use, and she says they have a shotgun. I tell her that's good news, and I take a look at the weapon. It looks like an oval-shaped, purple alarm clock with several holes in it -- nothing like a gun, but apparently it is.

Before I can do anything else, a small group of people in suits arrive. It seems that time is not stopped anymore, but the zombies are just standing still. One of the people wearing a suit comes up to me, and he explains that the zombies are actually created and controlled by them. He offers me some kind of shady deal for my life, and I refuse. We end up in a close-quarters hand-to-hand battle, and I kill him. I don't recall this very well, but I think I kill several more of the people in suits, who each come up to me individually and try to bargain.

At some point, I agree to a deal, I think with a blonde-haired woman. I don't think she's part of the same organization as the others were, however. Still, I'm worried that she will try to double-cross me, but I figure I don't have much choice. The deal was basically this: I join them, and they will keep the children (and, technically, me) safe. Soon enough, I find myself with the children in a sort of limousine. Also there is a vaguely asian-looking woman with dark, long hair. She seems to be my age (that is, my age irl, 19), but in the dream I am apparently significantly older than her. She is in charge, it seems.

The limo stops, and we get out. We're in some kind of forest-like area, and we approach a lone building, some kind of outpost. There was something we had to watch out for here, but I don't recall if it was mines or zombies. Anyways, we go inside, and I'm greeted pretty warmly by a few people. Apparently these are the "good guys," a group of human survivors trying to rebuild. I chat with them for a while, and they show me my assigned bed, and those for the children.

After that, we start talking about what the group does. It seems that most of the world, at least in this area, has been devastated. Also, this whole disaster apparently started many years ago, so much so that among all these people, I'm the only one who was alive, or at least old enough to remember, in the world before the disaster. As such, I'm treated with a kind of marvel by the others, who are very curious about how things used to be. Apparently, a lot of the old technology has been damaged, and knowledge about how it works has also faded. The girl from the limo explains that teams of a few people are sent out each day to try to scavenge what they can, especially weapons (this brings to mind a sort of "vision" of a futuristic kind of gun which I guess we had "back then") to use against the zombies.

The girl from the limo then starts asking me if I know any programming languages. I tell her I know a few, and then we get into a long conversation about programming languages, and she's fascinated as I talk about some that she's never heard. Apparently this kind of knowledge will be of much use to them. During the conversation, completely seriously, I ask her if she knows what the Internet is/was, and she says she's heard of it but can't imagine it. We keep talking for a while, and apparently my duties will revolve around helping people rediscover/use technology. The dream ended with me feeling happy at how everything turned out.