Thread: My Dreams

8:48am Jan 1 - My so-called L.E.

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE</div><!--quotec-->all i remeber is realizing i'm dreaming... details are sketchy. i remember it was clear then but now i forgot. I was running down a street... a cop was running along side me. I easily ran past him and thoguht / said "wow, you really suck ass," because i knew i was dreaming. I stood there, in awareness, wondering what to do. The dream began to fade, and at the last minute I remembered i had to spin. I twirled and it is at that point i believe I lost my lucidity. Wait.. no. I THINK I kept runnning. IThen slowly my lucidyt fades into a normal dream.

Somehow we design/make a cop car. We decide to drive around my neighborhood. There are an unusually high number of cars out. Now were going around our block travelling a thousand mph... we're back home in 5 secs. I was driving... It all was clear... thinking that fast, driving.

Later real cops come and talk to us. We go back to eating our pizza[wtf?] homemade. It's very good btw. . They ask us questions and eventually leave.

Later I wake up and go on 1 of our computers to dreamviews to tell you all about my L.E. I was 80% sure I had one.

False awakening. I really wape up @ 8:48 and I suddenly notice I feel only about 60-70% sure I had an L.D., because of the false awakening(then i write down).

Dream 1 - Me &amp; Jeremy breaking into garage place... dad waking up

Walking in backyard... dad seems a little wasted. (doesn't car what we were doing).

Dream 2 - Slept over at Jeremy's house. many hot girls sleeping there too. woke him up. "jeremy .. jeremy.. get up" etc.

Car stereo -- linux/windows/mac... haha

Dream 3 - In the kitchen, secretly - (most likely the mentality of bob), eating an oversized choco-chip cookie. . People in porch. 'food'

I woke up like 20 times tonight. 2am checked watch, 5:30am..

at a friend's house. mexican party or something (?);

carlos in [our] basement: 3:06am listening to music.

me/jeremy on comp tv... reminded me of adobe, pinnacle.

me, Name1, Name2, and Name3 [sorry guys] all had a shared lucid dream... we were at school. no one was there. wandering halls. Name2 jumping off walls. We're lucid! Pulled out a uzi. Shot the cameras. All of us then had guns. I felt ... awoken? etc.

lucidity once again, Level of awareness slightly less, but, I remembered the 1st dream, and took advantage more.

At school again... lunch. i eat the 'cart. Stupid taco crap. Cookie placement is wrong. I eat milk, frieds, 2 cookies. We discuss. 9 dollars in hand. She said 8. I said 10. Flashing/fanning bills.. illegal money is in it

I went back to our tabel, (this is as if I woke up from that lucidty, then went to school the next day), and we starting discussing our "shared" lucid dream.. They didn't experience it.

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We had a shared LD? cool

"Stats":
Inner Awareness: 3
Action: 10
Form: 5
Context: 23

Reality Check
When I...
1. Go to school
2. See a hot girl
3. Some is out-of-context
4. hear my hourly chimes
5. feel so inclined to
6. eat.

Goals
In-dream Goals:
1. To learn to remember my intent for Lucid Dreaming
A. Focus my intent
B. Constantly engage in knowing I'm dreaming.
C. Wake myself up with a burned-in impression of the dream
2. To learn to hover: jump, try to stay in air
3. To learn to fly: Move myself. Fly high, low, fast, slow
4. Awareness of my awareness and ultimate lucidity.
5. Summon a door to change setting/scene
6. To indulge in LD details
Out of dream:
1. To improve my recall. [done]

B. Less sketchy, more story-like dreams[done]
2. Record dreams immediately upon awakening.[done]
3. One lucid dream a week
4. To recall 1 dream a night ( &lt; 7 per week)
5. More than 7 a week (7 -14 a week)
6. 2 or more per night (14" a week)

Night of 1/9/04:

2 girls talking to me -&gt; talked back. band room - drums - leaving

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bowlling tournament..
rolling it off this bed?! (drawing)
foam balls
I ask for a real one when I win
for pictures

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Bathroom schema.
Computer terminals as stalls
two(dif than ^?) girls again.
talking to me. one was very hot.
she was on a forum, i read a bit of her post.
I was trying to start my computer to hack the shell..
green, "hacking" skin

My brother, who is to the right of me, loads Socom 3, online, plays (showing everyone). the intro is tight. Sun/magma monsters made of light terrorizing a planet. They are charging an opposing force of futuristic machines and tanks. Falling through rock because they are hot and they melt it as they walk. Desert scene. Awesome massive assault.

Night of 1/10/04 (Sat to Sun) : 3am-11am

At my house... Nicole was there. We were going to go to a nude beach... For some reason we made our own at the end of my driveway by covering the area with a red tarp with a large X taped to the top. It began to rain everytime. So we ran back inside the garage (she was in the wagon -- I pulled her). In the garage we didn't know what else to do but make out. Did that. heh . Dream truncated..

Vague recollection: coming home(my family) from some boring event or another. i asked to cook the Frescheta Cheese pizza. did that. My sister heads to the bathroom. I go to my room

Night of 1/11/04 (Sun to Mon): 11pm - 6am

At Jeremy's hous, summertime, outside with [kid] family playing, or what you could with, a cheap electronic RC plane. Jeremy mockingly says I broke it. I wanted to keep the frame to make my own good one, and the base (or so until I found out it was merely a lawn chair). I say we should just go to Walmart and buy a kickass one and return it later. I'm sitting in an inner tube with my hands over my eyes, as Jess BBguns a ladybug on the front sidewalk. Jeremy goes and kicks it saying "Hell..". We all go inside; his mom is considerate, his father is sleeping. I believe that was "it".

P.S. Walmart was a recurrent dream, a dream-only department store, a construct of my mind. i saw towering isles, endless isles. Clearence buckets of toys. No personnel. Try to remember...

Night of 1/12/04 (Mon to Tues): 10:30pm to 6am

Night of 1/13/04 (Tues to Wednes): 10:30pm to 6am
I had some loose dreams

Night of 1/14/04 (Wednes to Thurs): 11pm to 6am

Night of 1/15/04...

At Jeremy's, in his room. Playing PS2 on bigscreen. Spyro? Icecream sandwich... There's more dreams but I can't think of it all.

Night of 1/18/04 (Sun to Mon): 3am to 11am
(Recording as of 3:33pm) I was at a familiar dream-construct department store. Everything about it seems familiar to me. i was in the back, dimly-lit toys/electronics-merged area. I believe I was looking for a PS2 headset thing. Then Andy, Matt, and Andrew come walking by. New, cool, fresh (blue), clothing. Blah. Forgot the rest. Stupid wasted weekends.

"The more I become like you, the easier it is for you to become like me..."

Night of 1/19/04 (Mon to Tues) 10:30pm to 5am
We're driving aweful fast, down CR 43, me &amp; my mom, in a Caravan. Running errands I'd say. Now we're cruising back up to town, too fast in wet waters. It's dreary outside... Wet, sprinkling, grey boring clouds, depressing. Going to Monticello, illegal cross-lane-change on the turn. Tony is there, comments. We're going to the Tony's house for a BBQ ribs meal. Now it is me, Rachel, and Tony, possibly dropped off, possibly deserted, alongside the road. We are near a trail in the woods. The weather is different now, snowing, slushy, and cold. All three of us have a sled in our hands to carry.
We begin our trek. I naturally become a little enraged with my mom not letting me know to bring outdoor "snow stuff." The others mildly laugh. We rest for a second. The rest resulted from failed attempts to slide on our sleds through the snow. Mine was a flat wooden shape. After a brief halt, we continue again. Tony leaves Rachel's sled a short distance behind as she goes and picks it up. There's [dog?] poop on it. Nevertheless, we continue on.
The weather has changed. It is not hot, but enjoyably warm. No longer do we bear our snow slothes or sleds. Tony is a bit ahead, trying to peer over a large, earth-mounded corner. I start walking around... I notice a strange -- earth. A claylike, adobe, a mold. Rusted in color, I see the markings of two giant [beast] bear prints. I call Tony. We speak not of it to Rachel.
We pass the bend-in-the-road and are at an unpassible point. Earth and a giant tree (made of the same dream-earth) block us. Tony is, unsurprisingly, already in the tree. He looks down on me with a fear in his eyes. I see many more prints. Others, too. He motions for me to go first, and I do. I need't only to climb a mere 6ft tree base is all. I am followed by Rachel, and then Tony.
There is a rocky, earthy, cavish, overgrowth cliff to our right. A sharp veer right, alongside a lakeshore, the path leads. I feel no one else will, so I run by, pulling an arc, to catch a glimsp of the corner. There is a standing fear in me also.
I am relieved. I see the campground. I tell my companions, now 4 -- two guys, two girls -- one perhaps Amy. We walk up to the camp. There are fires. There are people. Many cabins and what you'd expect to see.
A man gets up and walks towards us. As we are approaching this camp and this man, I whisper to Tony for him/us to remember to acquire the root password. ("?"... For a campground. Ha.) He greets us. He is very old. We tell him that we are here for the BBQ ribs party. He asks of us, pointing at a tiny grill, what will be cooked. Tony mutters something. Then the man points to a bigger grill with the same question. "Ribs" we say.

I wake up. 1:53am. I think, "Whoa, I drempt all that in only about 3 hours?!" I glance again. 4:54am. I wake up. 25 minutes of writing later, here I am.

Night of 1/20/04 (Tues to Wednes) 11pm to 6am
1/21/04

I'm at my dream-construct school, 2nd instance? Possibly an Holtz english class, merged with Meyer, but I start bleeding out of my mouth and nose. My fingers are now covered in blood from touching it. I rip open my chest--a nice, clean cut. No pain. No gushing blood. I pull my heart out. It's white/tan, fibrous, trangular prism-shaed, extremely small, about a large marble. I split my heart open, and laid it in my insides, to absorb blood again. I close my wound. "um.. i kinda .. have, to go to the nurse" i say..

I walk to the middle school, takes about 10 sec (time frame). I go to the nurse. She asks me to show her. i lift up my shirt. The wound has partially sealed. I don't want to open it again. I want to let it heal. I tear it open again, no pain, but a weird feeling nonetheless. My heart is there, still small and shriveled. I can't remember what happened next. Possibly back in school

Night of 1/23/04 (Fri to Sat): 10:30pm to 8:30am; 10:30am to --
W.I.L.D. testing.. no luck

Night of 1/25/04 (Sun to Mond): 10:30pm to 4:30am
I, and finally Jeremy and I both, we sneak oout of this super fancy hotel room. We're running up to County Road 98. he has an old telescope (think Columbus). There was some background. He was a pirate captain? His ship? The other "side"? There's a boat out there, to the right of 98, a gothic scene from Pirates of the Caribbean. A cop comes. They tell us to go back. We do. We're now approaching the school, the cops pick us up again, drive us to a door. There's a door open in the back of the school. When we go through, we are back in the lobby of the hotel. We ask the front desk, I do, where [my last name] is. They point somewhere. When we get in, my paarents are up. They see nails embedded in our arms. (1 on each bicep). They take them out. Ouch. VERY peciliar feeling. My dad gets up, "What's goin' on? Oh, ish".. ha

I'm 16!

Night of 1/27/04 (Tues to Wed): 11pm to 6am

Making ice cream in home ec type thing. Each person = own station. I already forgot my flavor I was making. I was at the end of say Cub foods (a store) isle. I walked down to Zimm and Kristi, on a perpendicular aisle, asked what to do with the oil in the recipe. I tried looking for it, found only a useless void of plastics and dream "filler" (how predictable). She said we're not using oil. Krisit was making pecan Chips-A-Hoy cookies. No cornstarch/haystack. Just vanilla ice cream. For volume. There was this Spanish dude and some short, mildly hot white girl flirting en español. Something happened and I woke up immediately and directly to my alarm, dream sequence = ok.

Before: Outside, backyard. Trail. Mountainside. Game scene-graphics spawning. Vast hills/mountains, fog. distant, tree covered. Very very cool. Stepping up that on tree at the corner of the trail to see the biggest mountain... We went back home. Going out again--pitch black. unsecure, i was scared. My mom wanted to go. I taped a weak trianlge of tape police tape for security around our back door. Raining, wind.

I spent like 20 minutes trying to repair this gigantic, 6ft tall wine/liquor bottle, 4 different layers, straw down spin. i walked by it: "almost broke that: what if?" next this I know, i'm on the floor trying to fix it. (this is what happens sometimes in my real life and is spawning my suspicions about how real reality really is). Tiny beeds inside wooden tray... Stacking it all up.

Calling card phone by my garage. Me &amp; (who else) Jeremy phreaking. I try unscrewing it. Failed. Stripped the screw.

Additionally, I'm sitting on the porch. a mom, dad, and 2 little girls walk in, mom&amp;dad desert and try driving off in red van. i stop them, trying for about 15 dream minutes of this. Back by my brothers' old fort with unfamiliar kids, that spanish kid from before... I run &amp; pull the mom out of the front door. Dream is resolved.

Up by garage. Tiger (our cat) and two turkeys. Jeremy gently holds one by the neck... I touch a turkey's back, and whatta ya know, it almost bites me. then the cat and the turkey are fighting. It was great. Turkey scrathes my waits. Vivid pain.

Bowing our heads for a Christian prayer. I look up, a glance, Name1 isn't praing, as expected.

That's 7! Count 'em! 7 dreams en 1 night.

Note of expected. I always find, in my dreams, in writing them down, and sometimes in real life, that when I expect something to happen, even if I merely think about the notion of it happening, I find it really does happen. it's so crazy. And yes, I always reality check when this happens.

Night of 1/29/04 (Thurs to Fri): 10:45pm to 5:45am

At school library. Uploaded My-Computer to download.com. Technie showing everyone Perl scripts. Name1 with PHLAK. Jeremy crashed our 4wheeler into Jeff's tree. . Same expected thing happening here. He jumped off, and it went boom. There, back at the library. Pictures of rape(?) scenes in medical room that doesn't exist... Locker rooms right there. I had two locks, 0 clothes. Not my locker. Not the real lcoker room. 4wheeler not broken... etc, etc.

Night of 2/10/04: 11pm to 4:45am
Awesome dream. I'm standing before a blond haired girl, about 15 or 16, who is robed only in a two-piece swimsuit. We're standing at a bus stop or something with others. I look at her. She's so beautiful.. She says, "You're hot.. nice abs too". . "You too, " I say. "And you have boobs" .. hehe.. Something like we haven't seen eachother for a long time, since childhood, and we're catching up. She goes on to explain a quiet kid at work and why he has to make verything so awkward. Dream fades. Walking around them people (at the bus stop) as my usual self.

There's that ladybug that's on my floor (in real life).. In my dream, I saw it get up and start crawling again..

Going down County Road 10... My aunt gets mad about God and Jesus Christ. I think I step up to her..

2/29/04 - 2am to 9:20am

I was dreaming. (Naturally, that's what you'd expect ) .. Dreaming, inside a dream that is to say. I was at this girls house, in her room. She had to go somewhere. I let all my inhibitions go, "Let's have sex." She turned. "Let's make out; or kiss." She walked over. We kissed twice and she said, "what? no tongue?"

Then that dream went away

I'm at my house, in my room. A friend is supposed to me coming over. Doorbell. I grab (2 shirts, black, soft) under my nightstand and I grab the nike and run downstairs. My mom says, from the family room, "what, no one got that?" The screend oor is open, it's summer, and warm. I see a truck parked in the yard, I'm thinking it's probably my friend. It was ^that girl. You don't know how clear she was.. very realistic. As I get on my shirt. We go outside into the garage, talking about her dream. I say "it's amazing, we had the same dream." I contemplate inhibitions, like I did in that^ dream.. She's confused about that same dream thing. We didn't have the same dream, according to her. So i tell her my version. She had this giant foam rocket thing she wants to build. 1lb motor.. That's all i remember.

Well that was an easy 16 posts :-D. I don't really record my dreams anymore, 'cept for the "good ones". Or lucid ones, which i haven't had any. I don't really care, just focusing on remembering dreams. Sometimes they're interesting enough by themselves.

I bid thee farewell with a collection of writings entitled "Manifesto 2"
[quote]Manifesto 2
1:01am - i'm so cold...

I had a dream within a dream today. I awoke from said dream, and i encountered the subject of the dream in what i knew to be real life. We had the same dream. She was so real. That reality was so real. I only awoke to a world i've come to know as reality. the waking life, and the real world.

It isn't real anymore. My distinctions between what is real and what is not have been fading. This reality I am in right now does not feel real. Dreams have been implanting false memories and past recollections into my mind for as long as I can remember. I do not know which are true and which are not.

I can't help but suspect this all is not real. The definitions of what i now know about life are dematerializing. Reality is fading...
1:28am -
There are times I will be blissfully living this life.. I see things, and they are just like a dream. I see things that shouldn't be happening in real life; things I've only seen in dreams. There are instances in life I will think of an event, or action. And a moment later, it happens. Just as it would were I in a dream. Perhaps conciousness itself is an illusion caused inadvertantly by some higher, other, dream state. What is real? What defines real? What if nothing were real? What if this world is more than a dream yet less than real. What if this universe is not real? Not real... What is real? What defines real? A "concious" decision? A blind conciousness that you and I both know is so easily subverted by "dreaming"? How is a dream not real? How is reality real? It is not.. An illusion..

i stare blanky at the stars. i stare for minutes. they disappear. i can't help but feel this, this all, is not real. When i question my reailty, it seems so much to me like a dream. How will i ever really know? I pinch, squeeze, and twist my skin as hard as i can, clenching my teeth, using anger as a sedative. i sweat profusely. i hold my breath for 138 seconds as my body violently shakes and convulses. the pain... it's so warm. My tolerance has risen. There is an alert to my brain, I feel this pain. But pain is an impulse, a message. Pain is not real. The effects are warm and numb. I'm not so cold anymore.

Another dream-- This one was cool.

It was dark; stormy; a vast arena. An arena I could perceive that seemed too big for a normal human's eyes to see. Gothic scene, like that of Lord of The Rings. I was standing on a giant human chess board. The other pieces there composed an evil force. To the straight of me, I look up, and there is a seemingly endless staircase to a castle, no, fortress. A staircase made of brick, modular, suspended in midair. There were occasional empty spots of the enclosed staircase, serving as windows. At the very peak of this staircase, from the windows, came light beams. Light that would touch a player and move him/her. When I looked up at this site, I saw the light flashing in random directions, and lightning in the clouds. There was a raging sea to the far right of me, which contained a more powerful, single-entitied beast. I only remember a washing and twirling effect of these evil entities into the center of the board in a lurid blue color. I woke up.

This wasn't even a nightmare, it was cool. I don't have nightmares. I wish..

Your dreams are enjoyable, you type clearly. I wish I could recall as well as you.

Think it, be it... It happened. I had a pASUEDO ! nightmare on elm street.

No, better than that. A complete psychological test to my entire mentality. It was awesome! :-D The dream lasted 20 years, a third of my life! It was extremely in-depth, vivid, and real (aren't they all..). The dream probably lasted for what seemed to be a good 2 hours, but my sense of time, for obvious reasons, was distorted. I woke up and didn't move or talk for the next 30 minutes. Amazing..

So (paraphrasing my rather paultry dream journal description), it was circa 2003. Well, I mean to say 2004. It was dark, I was at home with my sister; the rest of my family away at my cousin's. Worldwide power outages ensue, the zombies are coming... (it sounds retarded but it was cool)

A friend from school had gotten killed just outside our house... My sister and I drove to our family. There was chaos in the streets, fires, rioting, people standing on the streets. That's all I remember from back then...

The world struggled desperately to restore order... For a while it worked. Really it only blinded us into thinking we had fixed something that would never go away. There were frequent reports of zombie attacks and related issues; it was a part of life. I remember going to shop with my mom at the supermarket... That day I savagely deserted her as a mother would desert her child (no jokes here..).. I weeved in and out of aisles... And that's the last I knew of my family...

Since then I've been living with a group of nomadic companions. I don't know their names, it doesn't matter. The people come and go, names are irrelevant. It's sometime 2020. There was a great resistance movement against the zombies a while back, I whitnessed the failure of it all... And now the world is gone.

We were sleeping in a deserted 19th century hotel, a few stories tall. A zombie had come, and we tossed him out the window to be devoured by a grizzly bear down below. Later that night, our leader (me being somewhat second in command) woke me up. We had to leave. They were coming. We woke the others up quietly. Stealth was crucial. I was supposed to take a small portion of change, I refused. Much too noisy and risky, so I proceeded to coax a companion to take it. He was hesitant. He wanted me to take it, but I left. I let him die because of the change. He died.

A few weeks later, I'm somehow an "undercover" zombie at this small warehouse with food in it. A zombie supermarket, hooray. So me and another are stashing food for our clan, and we leave out a back door. Others are waiting in a van parked a few hundred meters away, but they are behind a fence, a poor misjudgement in the plan, and they have to drive around a block. So we run. Run furiously for a hundred meters at a diagonal. A zombie chases us, followed by a whole slew of them. At the diagonal intersection, the van of our people hoard out. There is a panic, but no one is killed.

And how great, my alarm for school. THANK YOU ALARM... eh.

Very good dream.


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Edit 3/26/04--I just saw 'Dawn of the Dead' last night. That pretty much described it all. Kinda weird... PRECOGNITION!!!!!!!!!!!111!!1 no.

yes, got a girl pregnant.

telling her parents..

thinking about the consequences..

glad to wake up.

Earlier:

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE</div><!--quotec--><!--sizeo:9--><span style="font-size:12pt;line-height:100%"><!--/sizeo-->In the last 25 minutes of my awakening, I've successfully retackled all the major concepts of my life. All of my mentality. I'm a new person.

Last night, I had 3 dreams. I don't remember them. Well, that's a lie. I remember just enough about them to know that they were more or less pretty unexciting (as my mind would conceive). Their content is not what is important to me. It is the mood that they impose on me once they are gone. &nbsp;

I went to bed worried about life's matters. The dreams always change me. They bring out the true wandering atheist in me. &nbsp;

I had checked my reality. I had smiled, I had roamed, waving my arms. Free expression. I took a shower, one which was spiritual more than cleansing. I resolved so much today. &nbsp;

I am resolved to not care about this life! I was getting so caught up in it all, trying to learn more programming faster, being frustrated about forgetting some of it, not remembering spanish, school starting in two days, applying for a job, getting a girlfriend. But those are mortal things to me. You can easily get confused with all those things, but you (I) always have to remember the ultimate fate of it all. I look forward to death. I do not see my original "static matter" and rotting corpse... I see a spritual experience. I see ending friendships, rembering the past, smiling, happy to die. Not as if I want to.. I do, but it's not that way. I will be ready to die, and I will smile. This, this death of mine, this is it. It is finally here. I will smile.

Music. A mortal thing, I had thought. Music is only so extensible. It can only change your mortal body's mood. It won't truely change you.

I had cared for a baby as well. And I changed it back into ordinary matter. &nbsp;

I am anew. &nbsp;

Lets let this last.<!--sizec--></span><!--/sizec-->

What was I on?

Had a cool dream today.. Is as follows

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE</div><!--quotec-->Waiting on this avenue, 5th St style, Monticello style roads. Lots of people. Joy in air. Summertime. A day outside.

I'm in this building alongside the street. My mom says to wait in car. That one guy is by there. Hitting on his girlfriend. She leaves. I get into the car, and in a moment he gets inside too. I say "I'm only in here cause my mom said it'd be a while.." He says "oh."

The car starts moving. I'm steering from the passenger seat. I pull a U-turn at this T-style intersection.

Now we're going downhill, faster. I turn off the car. We're still going about 30mph. We pass the inn/building place where my mom is at. I fumble into the driver's seat. We pass the plaza-type place (I guess you'd of had to see it ). Nice.

Now it's a beach to my straight/left. Lots of people. Giant sandstorm thing about 100 lateral feet to my left, about 100 or 200ft tall. Kinda like them Moses-sea-splitting-movie-make scenes. I didn't really notice anything was wrong. We were still going forward in the car.. I kept staring at this.. wall. It stretched for miles. People were running. It was approaching slowly, towering, collapsing. Wall of sand. Tital wave. Canyon.

I turn around the car. I am running with the people, back to that road, parallel to this wonderous thing. The awe! I kind of think a narrative thought as "The people ran desperately, and as I drove."

I started driving with these people. Meanwhile, the wall approaches. It's so big, Spectacular, Monumental. There's a low-pitched roar of the movement too. The driving is only so much better; we're driving on sand.

Now we're about to where that road ended (plaza just ahead on that road), and suddenly, the wall, parallel, to my left (not the sand thing, the .. other .. bounding.. wall... thing.) ends, and there is a beach to the left, and a wave comes in.

The sand wall engulfed us all; we were so close...

--Alarm--

Ooh, and more dreams

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE</div><!--quotec-->In my room; w/ laptop and gameboy SP as b-day presnt. jake (a cousin) was then there

at a friend's house. Watching John Titor on tv. (A movie). I'm uncomfortable, so I sit on this non-functional chair. So I get a stool. Then when I return to this place, it is now a twisty-computer chair. (--&gt; &lt;-- close to lucidity i suppose) Kept leaning back and hitting something behind me.

That movie--.. BEHOLD, i have discovered the true identity of 'John Titor', it's that one 6th sense kid! Honest! haha.. The movie--he was bringing back a lot of lined-paper from his future (i suppose for chronological -- .. -- ACCORDANCE). Stuff like papers, documents, journals. Just about 11 single sheets.

Then I have scribbled (notably with a big arrow from the phrase "gameboy SP"), "hooked it up to my laptop, continued john titor movie"

heh.. I wrote that with a yellow colored pencil under a blacklight (looked like pencil!).. imagine my surprise..

<!--sizeo:7--><span style="font-size:36pt;line-height:100%"><!--/sizeo-->hehe.. got me some photoshop 5.5, and Visual Studio 6.0 today.. hahaha!<!--sizec--></span><!--/sizec-->

4 girls.. 1 shower.. interesting dream

I was running across this college campus thing, trying to physically beat this other guy there. We were racing for a job opening. I got there first and I walk in. It's a hairstyling place or something. There were three booths or whatever to my right. Each had a very strange object. On the last was the manager herself. She was 'hip', skinny, about 35, black hair, kind of scary look to her, maybe a smoker.

The next thing I know this last booth morphs to a gateway, a hole in the building to the other business, it just so happens to be an exact parallel of this lady's business, with her twin sisters there. I'm standing by not 1, but now 2 twins of my own, for a total of four people. Quadruplets I believe.

So now we all come together, or so it would seem as my mind camera zooms out to include all of us. There's rivalry between these two business/sides. But then, the girls morph into a much younger, naked, blond, looking women. We come very close and it's like everyone is groping each other in pure darkness. This portal to the other business than morphs into a shower.

The girls are undressing me, and I finally notice I am in my swimming trunks. When those come off, I am now aware of only one female, crouching below to my right side. I touch her and she stands up and faces me. I hold her close to my body and that's about it.

Everything in the dream then "morphs". By morphing, I mean, these things change their relationship to me, as they are totally different objects, but it is as if it "was like that" the whole time. This is where it gets stupid.

The shower morphs into my little pet mice "home" thing, the girl(s) morph into this moldy toadstool/toy thing inside this "home", and for some reason or another, I can recall looking at a section of my floor in my room and remembering it was covered in bits of that same mold. Yellow stuff.. The "job" I had raced for, this then morphed into a purposely-sought-out detention from school.. And the last thing I remember about this dream was sitting in 2nd hour class at school, with this kid in front of me, J.T., . well, I get this note from the right, it's yellow like a detention slip but it's something else. I can't remember. I motion for J.T. to take it but he doesn't want it. As if it matters, I remember there being a nickel being passed along with this note.



Other bits and pieces from the night: A small snake on the corner of my bed.. Being outside with a friend, he wanted to smoke a cigarette and I told him not to (he would never do this in real life), but he insisted anyway and my mom came out really pissed..

It's been a while... This place is getting too damn big

Anyway, as to finally regain my legacy:
(holy sh8t, did you guys know you can press Alt+b/i/u and more for the tags? amazing.)

the dream
background: it was centered around a school scene. there was a weird moss/alien organism/[spaghetti noodles and green stuff] infestation at the school. It emitted a potent vapour that, when inhaled, caused oneself to be infected and eventually turn into the noodles. a hopeless takeover of the world.

after much *dream*(encountering the moss, walking around, etc) of stuff, i found myself in a classroom. I grabbed my books and just walked out of the classroom. in the hallway, i just dropped my books all over and kept walking slowly, like a stoner, moderately staggering, with a fixed, empty gaze (like shock).

i was leaving.

that's all i chose to remember.

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Yeah, big plans..