-Thursday, January 25 2007-
I'm faced with an apoctolyptic situation, What I think are Russians are attacking and starving us. I remember being took inside a house, there is a sniper with futuristic looking weapon shoting some people. Then, a soviet shoots through a window, not hurting me or the person. I leave, and go back to a playground,where there is what I beleive a manufacturing facility. A pipe is swinging back and forth,and I go through a small entryway, having to crawl in. I duck under the pipe, trying to get away. I can feel the pipe passing over my head,narrowly missing me.I can feel the hair on my head whoosh upwards, and I can feel my head scraping against the pavement. I finally get away. I head towards a small group of people, leaded by an old man in a robe with long wite hair and glasses. The people around me are obviously malnourished, I distinctivly remember a small girl on which I could clearly see her ribs. There is a slope, up which we are about to run. The man gives a speech, talking about dieing, running up te hill. I remember having the thought that the running would kill many of us, we wanted to escape the wrath of the russians. We run up the hill, we are met with no gunfire, but the running overexerts many, and they begin to fall, dead. The dream fades out, I somewhat remember being a well dressed man with a leather pack and glasses, but afterwards I am playing Battlefield 1942, Wake Island. I run out from a bunker, armed with a Thompson SMG. 3, I beleive, Japaneese run at me, I let loose a burst of fire, and each shot hit. I was sorrounded with their bodies, and the dream fades out.
Time- 3:09 AM. I awaken to write the following notes rather sloppily.
Dream
People landing, I hide. A sniper is there, a shot is fired through the window. They round up people. I'm playing Battlefield 1942 with a thompson. I'm under a swinging pipe.
I remember my intention to lucid dream. I decide to MILD, since I've basically just WBTB'd. I repeat in my head, remembering my former dream, and making it so that I know I'm dreaming. In my head, I say "Next time you're dreaming, you will remember you're dreaming." I estimate this lasted until 3:13
Friday, January 26, 2007 3:12 AM-5:09 AM
I am on the bus, with no sign that I can see of the bus driver, Highshcoolers, or Elementary. I am seated in the front, just one seat from the top seat, and I'm on the right side. Behind me is Josh, wearing a trademark hat tipped on the side. He is making fun of me, behind him are Tabitha and Karen laughing. I suppose I get off, I don't remember it though. I am in my room with Mrs.Orr, we are acting weird. I remember lunch, I think I snuck off to Mrs.Conrads room and hid under a desk. I walk outside, Karen is there in a zebra striped suit with a belboys cap. I wish to speak to her, because my mother/grandma isn't there, and evidently neither is hers. But suddenly I'm in my underwear, and I know that I couldn't speak to her then. The outside of the school has been turned into a basic recording studio. There are palm trees with plasma screens on them, and if you look around the place is packed with cameras. I walk into a partially nakedmodel being photographed. Karen has left, she's been picked up. I suddenly see my grandmas red car sitting on the curb. The dream ends and I wake up.
It is 5:09 AM. I hastily jot down some notes in the dark, too tired to turn on a light. I get up, and sleep on the floor, not bothering to have one, tiny dream in the hour that I have. I do a quick RC, finger through the hand. It fails, I'm obviously awake.
School, in underwhere, moved by
its my [unknown]
walks Josh, is bl
out in where [unknown]
tree, it is a photogaphy,
man there
I am outside in all of my dreams, once again....
I'm concentrating on MILD for now on.
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