My friend (B) and I were in a park. We crossed a small road, then walking down a paved path. In the dream, I imagined that I had "lost my ability" to do ice skating jumps. [[The night before we'd watched a movie called Kiki's Delivery Service where there was an artist who compared Kiki's not being able to fly to the time when she couldn't paint. It was... really corny.]] Then a janitor guy came along and got mad at us for no apparent reason; we hadn't done anything. My friend threw away a piece of trash (a milk carton, I think), then the janitor liked us.
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I was at school near the bike cage. There was a big circle of my friends, but I couldn't seem to get into the circle. Then one of them (J) was giving out big square stickers with a smiley face and some writing on it. I got one.
I woke up in my bed and wrote down the dream. The friend (B) from my first dream [[we were having a sleepover]] woke up and started babbling about two of her friends from Wisconsin who I didn't know. One of them was named Bolshevan (or something like that), and I don't remember the other person's name. Apparently he had eaten too much lemon curd so the balance between lemon and chocolate was off... or something along those lines. In the meantime, I was trying to put on the smiley face sticker without her noticing. I remember there being a bowl with lemon curd, chocolate pudding, and something white (whipped cream?), and I couldn't get them to mix together.
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My two brothers and I were going to a gymnastics place. On the first day we went horseback riding, which was fun. On the second day, my little brother went in his ice skates without guards and then he started playing one of the arcade games they had there. The teacher helped him the whole time. I played a different video game, but it was in a raised square area made out of wrestling floor material. It was a Pokemon game, but it was like Super Smash Bros style fighting, and every now and then it would branch off into various competitive mini games, like pong. The Pokemon you were also kept changing (the two players always had the same one).
As we left with our dad, who had been there the whole time, we saw our mom coming to pick us up, so we pulled over and she met us. Somehow I was on a horse, and I had to get off. Amazingly I was able to steer it to a place where I could get off. Then a black, hairy bee with a little yellow spot started buzzing around and I semi-freaked out and tried to get down to the ground without getting stung.
When I (half) woke up I still heard buzzing. I realized I had been dreaming and tried to re-enter it but failed. It took awhile for me to remember the dream, though.
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I was in my house. It felt like there were poke-y things in my mouth, so I went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. There were a couple of pieces of metal, like segments of paper clips, in my tongue, but they didn't hurt, and when I thought about pulling them out they came out on their own. Between my cheek and my molars I also found two chargers that plugged into UBS ports. One was pretty big--probably too big to even fit in my mouth--and the other one was mini. I wondered if they still worked.
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I was in a video game-like situation, in a building. I had to sneak past the alarms and kill the guards in my way before they saw me and set off the alarm. I always lost at the same spot because I couldn't figure out how to do it. I was in the process of killing one of the guards when I realized that it was a little girl I was squishing and that I'd hurt her. Thoroughly shocked and disgusted with myself, I tried to see if she was okay, but there wasn't anything I could do to help her. The other guards were coming for me, but it didn't matter much because of two things. First, I knew I was doomed just up ahead, and second, I knew I could just wake myself up before I lost. [[Can't believe I didn't become lucid.]]
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I was in my room having a fist-fight with my cousin. He wasn't exactly the type who was good at fighting, so even though he was older than me, I was winning. I did lots of fancy jumps and stuff, but it was slow motion. I thought about how some people can do that sort of thing--extreme maneuvers--in dreams, and I wished that I could. I also wondered why I was beating up my cousin, but not enough to realize I should stop.
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