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    Dream Journal Entry 8/10/10 to 8/11/10

    by , 08-12-2010 at 06:53 AM (481 Views)
    Dream One:
    Started off playing football against another unknown team with my friends Michael and Bryce. An argument arises about how I can't throw a football with a spiral. After being unable to convince them otherwise I demonstrate that I can, and I do. Shortly after the scene changes to all of us on a boat, and Michael's Grandmother is the one driving. She has very poor control of the boat, I struggle to hold on to the boat as I am flung around by the speeding boat. Soon we crash and fly upwards, I plummet down with the boat and crash into the water, getting torpedoed deep into the small lake. On my unwilling descent to the bottom of the lake multiple snail like creatures attach themselves to my hand, I quickly wipe them off as I slow down. Once at a stop I hear nothing but silence. I wake up.

    Dream Two
    I find myself in a house with two aliens, but the are disguised as humans. This is not my house, but my friend Bryce's. The aliens are asking the whereabouts of other aliens, I reply to them saying "I don't know." Although there question is answered when I receive a text on my phone which answers their question. The aliens find where that is on a map, I noticed something odd about the locations, so I confirm it with them. I come to a sudden realization, and say to myself: "oh my god, this is where I crashed on that boat! I was dreaming?" I leave the room, and one of the "good aliens" appear, I do not remember what he said, but as he was leaving I asked if the guns that were in the house could kill them. He says yes, and departs. I grab a gun, nervously looking for ammo. I find some and load the gun up, but I notice something odd. The gun doesn't look like a gun at all, I decide to go ahead and try anyways. I run up to the aliens, point my gun at them and said "don't move." They moved towards me, which caused me to pull the trigger. The gun didn't fire, and one of the aliens grab my "gun" away. I sarcastically comment on how the gun was so great. The aliens say "no better ones?" and I reply "No, stupid step mom is overprotective." I think about it, and I don't have a step mom, my friend Bryce does. I wake up.

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