Thread: JET73L's dream journal

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June 24-25, sometime between nine in the evening and six thirty in the morning. (Tues-Wed)
There's some sort of party at my house. All the scouts are there, and my dad (who's a truck driver, and hates parties, so this was unusual in itself), and someone who in the dream reality is the senator of missouri (or a senator for missouri), There's disgusting food, some sort of stew, and boiled spinach, and a big fluffy cake with tons of icing. I had one bowl of stew (small), tried a boiled spinach leaf (because it was duped in my bowl of stew before I could protest), and none of the cake (I hate most icing). I'm in charge of making sure the senator doesn;t gett bored enough to leave, and nobody bothrs him without his consent, but he's happy because he brought a puzzle book (fill-in by numbers- a sort of graphite/math intensive version of paint by numbers, and some sort of word game) in case nobody felt they were important enough to chat with him (I wasn;t, but I was bored , so I did), and then as the party was over and the senator left, and the scouts started to all eleave, I went upstairs to use the restroom. Some loud music started, and I check3ed my rtoom, as that's where it seemed top be coming from, and the music then sounded like it wascoming from my mom's room, just down the hall, and my PS2 ande all the cords were missing, so I went to my mom's roomk to ask if she'd taken my PS2, but it wasn;t there, and the music was coming from further down the hall, at the bathroom, and I got mad because not only did she steal my PS2, she also left it in the sink in the most unsanitary room in the house by definition (Side note, my PS2 was mostly black, but it had a glossy dark blue metallic shine. Like Omega Prime in the movie poster last year. I found that odd, bu5t didn;t recognize it as a dreamsign.) I went back down to the garage, which had been opened to the drieveway and front lawn by the garage doors, for the party, and some kid went rushing past me out the door and down the street... On my bike. I started complaining to my dad, and to my mom if she was there at the moment. They hadn;t given him my bike without asking me (not to say they wouldn't have, if they didn;t happen to notice me riding it for as little as a week, DreamWorld or IRL), so I tried to figureout who he was. (I just remembered his name IRL is Matt, and he's actualy a friend of mine. He does go to scouts.) He had a bunch of stuff monogrammed with the name of Kyle, but I was pretty sure that wasn;t his really name. My parents were convinced he was long gone, but I decided to wait in case he came back to gloat. While waiting, I saw a sign for the Game Cube Game Boy Player, and for an attachment for the gamecube thato play N64 games, but it would never work on a real gamecube, because there was no port where it was designed to be plugged in. I was upset at the time, because I spent $30 bucks on a working N64, and an additional amount of money for replacement cords so it would work poroperly with the television I had. A car distracted me, peeling up and down the road, and we found that humorous, becasue they hadn;t known there was a cop car in driveway up the street (at the corner of our cirrcle drive, hidden from view on either side by an tree and some sort of vehicle, respectively. The cop car pulled out of the driveway, and the yellow speeding obnoxious car panciked and bolted. It was some sort of old car, I thought at first it was a lamborghini thye first time it went by, but then it looked more like a '60s mustang on subsequent passes. After that, the kid who stole my back came back, apologised, returned my bike. I said I knew him, which I did, and his name wasn;t kyle. It was... jeee- jo- jeh- He replied "jeff," with an alliterative last name, and said that he'd actually like to catch up, maybe hang out as friends rather than bike-thief and victim, but it'll be a few months until he gets a girlfriend. THen he left, I was puzzled about his reasoning, got bored and started reclosing the garage doors, then the dream ended.I don;t know if I woke up directly after that, though, reasoning implies that I probably did, though after the drem had ended and started to fade.

Originally Posted by JET73L

If double-posting is a problem on dream journal threads, just go ahead and PM or post about it. I'd appreciate if you could PM with an explanation of how to circumvent this restriction, if it is a problem.

Your DJ is all yours. You're allowed to post as much as you want whether anyone else comments or not. =D

P.S.: Love your L icon. :p

Okay, thanks! (for both the information and for the compliment. Like the sig quote, by the way.)

26 June, 2008 (morning, until about 5:30)
I was in the fictional town of Dog River, Saskatchewan, from the show Corner Gas, and apparently trying again my skill at music composition. I was at either the co-op or corner gas, more likely Corner Gas, as people seemed to be assuming I was Brent, the owner of the eponymous gas station/convenience store, despite that I knew I was J.R. (though not that I was dreaming). Someone (probably Hank, the local buffoon, and Davis, the more immmature half of the Dog River PD) was complaining about the place being out of diet coke, while someone else (probably either Wanda, the snipey but knowledgeable employee, or Lacey, the owner of the cafe next door) was being patronizing towards Hank about it. Someone said an inane comment about bubble gum, beginning a conversation about what part of the bubble gum would be the mother as compared to the child. My point of view was that the gum base was analogous to the mother, and the flavor and sugar would be the child, since it was indistinguishable at first and recognized as gum rather than gum and sugared flavor chemicals, until the sugared flavor chemicals were separated from the gum. At this point, Emma (Brents's mom) walked in and saw that there was no Diet Coke. She stopped complaining as soon as she saw the sheet music on which I had been writing my bubble gum calculations, and assumed it was about her (because everyone was assuming I was Brent). She realized it was about bubble gum, and took offense. Over the next couple minutes I woke up, then used this chance to WILD. Instead of going fully into a dream, I never made it past SP and an idea playing in my head like a 4dimensional film, about how Lacey would go on to decide to spend the summer back in Toronto, taking summer classes at the university, someone (assuming Brent, who I was at the time) went to convince her to come back to Dog River, and several other charaters went along for the ride (Wanda, Hank, maybe a couple of others). Somewhere during the Toronto trip, I fully woke up, and realised I had been having such a vivid dream because I was incredibly ill. Dreams over.

28 June, 2008 (saturday, around dawn)
So, I'm sort of half-waking up, and I start to go back to sleep when I realise that I'm dreaming that I;m at University in the 1890s. In the process of waking up enough to get out of bed, I forgot most of the dream, but I did remember the general idea. One of the professors was explaining some sort of conspiracy that was going on, and then was going to be murdered by nanobots for either being with or against the conspiracy. I run over to another building where what I think was some sort of pulse rifle disguised as an ornamental musket. I grab it off the wall, and then I forget what else happens until I finish waking up.

29 June, 2008 (Sunday, previous to 6:20 AM)
I forget exactly what was going on, but I was someplace with a bunch of friends, and it opens into a warehouse, and there's an aisle of Dragon Ball Z or anime episodes and movies, and then later another room that has paintball supplies (including a sort of bazooka marker in the shape of those foam things some people use in the matches where you try to stick fight and knockthe other person off a beam, not the ones withthe foam wrapped around eack end but the ones with the three handles on each end that extend most of the way towards the middle, which rotates. I think the tank was stored in the back half of it, and you loaded the paintballs in one at a time, because they were the wrong size to work with a paint hopper). I left the paintball room, I forget why, and ended upgetting a call to look for my sister's pet rabbit (she wasn;t there, and we don;t own a rabbit). So, it was a really fat grey angora rabbit, and it was trying to gnaw on a metal bar. When I was back in the car getting a ride home, so I didn;t have to carry a giant rabbit through whichever city surrounds the disney park in california (Anaheim?). I mention the rabbit chewing on the metal bar, and say it's probably because of his teeth, so she decides that stale butter is the solution, and that will wear his teeth right down. As if feeding a rabbit globs of butter to wear down his teeth is anything at all like my idea of giving him a wooden rodent chew or a parrot chewtoy. So I also have to find another animal my sister lost that we don;t have IRL, and I was pretty ticked off about that. I forgot already what else happened, because [rant] my mom decided to tell me to call her as soon as I woke up, apparently simply so that she could chat and see what I had on my schedule for today, and crash arounbd pots and pans while talking on a staticky phone and tell me off of fbeing rude and not talking so she could hear, and then it was me being rude when I wouldn;t answer the phone becaus eshe was being blaming me because she was causing all the noise!Stupid stupid stupid! Her Fault! She should know better than to blame me for her nbot hearing me over noise she was causing and then tell me I don;t know proper phone etiquette. HYPOCRITE. [/rant]

Thursday, July 3, between 6;30 and 8:00 am.
Well, the file in which I was tping this spontaneously closed becore I could copy and paste this, so this dream description may be choppy here and there. I was going to a really big video rental/bookstore (that I have been to in previous dreams, but I don;t recall it existing IRL.) I was going to the video rental/bookstore with my dad and his ex-girlfriend's daughter (she happened to be mad at me for the first part of the dream because I forgot to specify the past tense rather using a tense that could be past or present when referencing that she dressed like a goth, which she did in the past, but she took it to mean I was calling her a goth, though I made sure she knew I was talking about clothing and not attitude.) We get to the store, and it turns out they replaced 2/3 of the store with a toy departmjent (or rather, two distinct toy departments), which, to my chagrin and then my seething hatred for the store managers, not only reduced the book selections slightly, and the movie selections to a fraction of their original number, but also had small children running around the store with lightsabers. Yelling. At least they weren;t putting their greasy (not metaphorical, drooly little buggers) paws (metaphorical) on the books. The opera was playing over the PA system in which Ride of the Valkyries occurs, and I noticed during one of my frequent trips to the restroom (induced by vastr amountss of drinks from sonic and root beer) that they weren't playing all the bits of the opera in order, they were playing it in large chunks set in random and sometimes repeating order. I then woke up, for the second time this morning, because my pet cat was maowing in my face that he was hungry, because I had not refilled his foodbowl since yesterday (this is around 8:00am), oh poor, pitiful, foodless he. Also, I really did have to use the restroom, and soon, too, because I had drank most of a gallon of sweet tea last night between dinner and bedtime. SO It snapped me out of my lapse indream recall. I will try that again next time I lose dream recall several days in a row.

6 July, 2008 (sunday, morning, within about 40 minutes of 7:30)
Adrian Monk, of the eponymous detective show, investigates a binary error in a funeral home's computer system. I don;t know what that had to do with uncovering clues behind a homicide, or what happened, and I think something occured previous to it, but I don;t really remember anything else. I had been watching Monk dvds last night, ending with the episode where the Cobra, a martial arts movie actor 6 years dead, was a suspect, so that may have been where the funeral home came from).

7 July, probably around 9:00am (monday)
I finished with my first class, at an entirely unfamiliar university... There wqas a long break before the next class, so I went back to the house of my relatives, with whom I was staying... They have dogs, i don;t recall one of them being there, but I do remember two dogs (the usuakl number), one of them was one of their dogs, I don;t recall the other except for the fact that it was mo9st definitely not cissie... My uncle, another uncle, and someone else returned, they were... moving something... to? from? either to or from the gfarage... I offered help... somethig... supernatural... oh, I can;t remember the rest. I think i went hback to the university, to the library, and was followed by whatever the supernatural whatever was, or was tracked down by another, but I don;t recall if that was what actually happened in the dream. I knew something was weird (that I was going to a university in Kansas City, paranormal stuff happens to me all the time, which makes it hard to do reality checks), but didn;t realise it was a dream until more than a half hour aftr waking.

[colr=green]Very... odd dream. not the content, but the manner in which the dream was perceived. I don;t remember much of the dream itself, but[/color] it was a series of still images, and I knew something about each one... a bit of knowledge, and sometimes I heard background voices or sounds for a series of stills. It seemed almost like some sort of psychic or DNI police briefing, though several minutes of real time, if not longer, especially when it ended with a woman ound in Buenos Ares in an advanceed state of decomposition, when she.. I sense screamsfrom people I assume are investigators. Each of the stills has the "corpse" in a slightly different position, in at least one image with blood dripping from the teeth. I feel sheer terror, and an urge to scream, but it's not my own. I think it's the pathologists. Dislike. (I dislike. I dislike this dream.) I'm still getting shivers, and it's not fro the fan sitting next to me. At least not mostly. I woke up before I could lear any more about what "happened." I think I actually forced myself to wake up. I know I didn;t want to see more... I hate empathy, (as opposed to sympathy, there's a major difference) even when it;s only in a dream.

July 13, between 10:00 and 11:20 am (sunday)
I can;t attempt a WBTB, because after my sister wakes me up by using an electric pencil sharpener 6 feet away (assuming that because half of a wall separates the living room, where I was sleeping, and the comupter room, where the chainsaw-pencil-sharpener was, I wouldn;t be disturbed), I'm too fatigued to stand up and walk to the computer to read LD articles for a WBTB. So I think about LD articles, and I suppose I end up being reminded of the "stolen" eucharist (google search Pharyngula: It's a frackin' cracker), whih explains one part of the dream. The fact that I read the entire archives of a webcomic drawn by someone who seems to like street fighter explains the other.
So, as for the dream, we (my immediate family, being myself, my mom, and my little sister) are eating at a fast food place (the inside of which was styled like burger king, but had more healthful food, and their breakfast muffins kept looking like squashed KFC biscuits when not looked at directly). A local bully (not IRL, but based on a bully who stole a cupcake in a flashback sequence in an episode of Monk) walks up and sits down across the table from me. Starts insulting my sister (directly, not at me), then when she doesn;t respond, he steals one of her breakfast muffin/KFC wafers. She starts whiniing, he starts insulting my beard (depsite his own distinct inability to cover more than 1/3 of his chin and sideburns), I ask him politely to stop insulting us and replace the muffin. He laughs, insults meagain (I don;lt recall how, I think he does something like calling me a wimp), tosses the half-eaten muffinwafer into the air so that it lands on my plate, and before the muffin has time to bounce off of my plate of wasted food and onto the floor, I've caught him my hissmug leather avoiator's jacket collar and tossed him about six feet to the other side of the area in which we were eating. A DOA-Street Fighter 3d-whatever style fight ensues, most of the attacks of which I could actually do, particularly if I lost some weight (though the ground-level momenmtum-based attacks would be harder), except for two things: I can not jump from the floor to head height (though I could vault that high), and I could not change my outfit into a different tekken-street fighter-DBZ uniform every three seconds in a fizzle of electricity. He once gets knocked into an empty garbage bin holder, jumps back out, so I figure I've got to toss him down one of the chutes where employees take out the garbage from the floor below. I fight him over to there, do so, fling him down into the chute, wait, he starts moving around but can;t get out. I start wondering why he had been emitting a bright backlight-style glow from whatever dis of his jacke t I was not facing, realize it's a dream, think that's a bad thing for some reason, and wake myself up before I can change my mind.

July 15 (Tuesday, morning)
I was Skeeve from RObert Aspirin's Myth books, during the Sabbatical arc, and unbeknowwst to be, I was being tracked , porbably for some sort of revenge, not merely sought out to teach someone magic or solve a problem. At the beginning of the dream Tananda was helping me learn a barrier spell, a more effective one than the usual shield spell because it could bounce back stronger opponents than I. I was practigcing against some sort of troll or an ogre with horns and fur, but I just realised it was more likely Chumley/Crunch (Tananda's brother) than a random magical being that just happened to be an asentient troll. Later it turned out I was being chases by some sort of shadow creature that could mocve as a shadow, could only damage you when it was about 10% corporeal or more (having the top 10% of it risen from the shadow) and could only be damaged when it was 50% coirporeal or more, or was at least partly7 corporeal and you used a spell like the shield spell I had just been practicing. They remended me of the wolf skeletons from Castlevania: Lament of Innocence, but slightly less well-defined as wolf skeletons. The dream ut to the tracker, who was a female using some sort of magical bloodhounds that could tell wherever my feet had passed, then, because I had tried such avoidances as pulling myself along with or walking on on my hands without my feet touching the ground, and riding a bus, they switched to some sort of magic-seeking irish wolfhound or dire wolf. The dream cut back to me in the bus, which was similar to the Knight Bus in Harry Potter 3 in that the driver's was able to offer refreshments without the bus crashing. I chose the fresh-brewed sweet tea, and didn;t receive any. (this was the opposite of a dream I think happened about 3 days ago that I had forgotten this detail of before I could write it down, or it could've been last night, but I was on the same travelling bus anbd offered unsweet fresh-brewed tea and didn;t receive any. Realised it was the same as an earlier dream, but didn;t go lucid). I Forget what happened after that, because it just kept cutting back to the tracker until I was woken up.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008 (3 separate, but linked dreams)

Dream 1 (early morning, before 6:50)
I was at some sort of Medieval Times/Museum, not an actual mideival times but just a place that had different rooms and some sort of stadium. At the beginning of the first part of the tour, I had to use the restroom, so I did. After the first part of the tour, I went to the restroom again, but the restroom in the next area, a sort of arena. After the first part of the dream, I was awakened and realised I did have to use the restroom. I then tried to do a WBTB, which induced the next dream, though it was not lucid.

Dream 2 (mid-morning, between 7:20 and 9:45)
I was at some sort of Medieval Times/Museum, not an actual mideival times but just a place that had different rooms and some sort of stadium. At the beginning of the first part of the tour, I had to use the restroom, so I did. I realised I had been there previously. The next part of the night was some sort of bear-baiting arena (been here before...) with some sort of Don Quixote play. (The audience was served caramel apples) There was a hot girl who was "fighting" the bear, her chainmail and shirt and her skirt/poofy pants/whatever were ripped in the fight, with some exposure that would normally only be allowed in... well, in establishments that also allowed humans to fight live brown bears. I feel I need to use the restroom, so I do (been here before, too! I think it was a cue that I'd dreamed this before, following my earlier footsteps), and find out that something is in the flowers and/or caramel apples that reacts with pheromones or other chemicals in femal humans' sweat that then act like pheremones or madness-inducing whatever to the bear. I think I heard about this earlier this night, then I think about the Deja Vu too much and wake up). I'm still sleepy, so I try to MILD, but am too sleepy to talk out loud. I think it worked anyway.

Dream 3 (late morning, between )
involved the girl from earlier with the chainmail vest and the clothes torn from fighting the bear. Almost involved sex, but not quite. Did involve trying to figure out what was going on in the first two bits of the dream (with some excellent fanservice from my lovely, half-clothed assistant). Woke up before I could uncover anything (an intentional double entendre), and just in time, because I had 5 minutes to get up and dressed before I was picked up to go to class.

17 July 2008 (Wednesday, previous to 9:35 am)
This bit of the dream was preceded by some sort of cool, hours-long (dreamtime) dream with a place with a faux old-west facade. I can;t remember most of what happened then. For some reason we (me, my mom, and my aunt and uncle) were up in the city (long drive for us, but they live there), some rich person we happened to know had become indebted to us, and for some reason we had been at a place at which one could buy candy snails (like a push pop, but with a snail-shell shaped container). We were supposed to be riding back on motorcycles (2 of them, my mom's nto driven a moorcycle in years and I've nto driven a 2-wheeled vehicle more than a dirtbike), and I was given some sort of lantern that was supposed to change color based on my state of being. I thought that was stupid, and it had to be some sort of "security blanket" logic. (it was changing color, but not having anything to do with me.) I have to use the restroom, and apparently we don;t have enough time (although I will be able to use the restroom when they refill the motorcycles with gas partway b ack to town). THen,, it turns out that mom and probably whoever had been driving the motorcycle she was riding got to ride in a car. This ticked my off, I still had to fnid a restroom, so (despite that I didn;t know this was a dream), I woke up, since there was a restroom about 20 feet away, down the hall from where I was sleeping. (I think this has been because of the immense volumes of gatorade I have been drinking recently, to absorb the potassium and B-1 that I've apparently been deficient in).

Friday, July 18, 2008 (morning, between 3:30 and 8)
I had two dreams, I'll type ou the first and try to remember the second. I was living in a housetht was alternately the size of my old house (think two large and one medium mobile homes arranged in a rectangle) and the size of a house that, in a dream, I once subconsciously assembled for some 10-14 people, spaciously (including a furninshed subbasement). For a science fair project (one of those ones where you get scholarships if you make something useful enough, despite that I seemed to have been years younger than I am now) I was trying to set up a chemical-powered cart that was not powered by the rapid oxidation of a traditional fossil fuel (it didn;t have to be efficient, it just had to run). I can;t rememebr which chemicals I used, but when you added alka-seltzer, it fizzed surprisingly and made the rest of the combination useless. I was askingaround to see if anyone had any small engines or engine parts, like from a dirtbike or a tiny, non-road worthy car, and got a surprising number of responses. Later, at school, I was talking with a friend (thingsmay have happened between that part of the dream and this part of the dream, but I don;t recall them in the least), and another friend walked up boasting of his red, shiny jacket that was 4 sizes too big for him (It was comically, but not exaggeratedly, too big, I can;t judge clothing sizes), and trailed behind him for maybe 6 feet, possibly more. I can;t judge distances or measurements, and this was years ago when I was still short). He was really proud of it because it had something to do with the Dukes of Hazzard. We see a girl who had decided she had a crush on me (I think I saved her from some sort of humiliation or injury assumed to be fatal {like severely scraped and bleeding skin from fallin off a playground climber} earlier in the dream, or in an earlier dream that I don't remember). She and her mom were waiting on a car (I assume their car), and one of us decided there was some sort of dimensional continuity error on the opposite side of the car. If we ran through it enough times, it would change the universe, not much, but possibly in a noticeable way. So we did so, running around the car each time, and after 5-8 times running through the "continuity error," the other kid, with the jacket, disappeared. We saw him over at the edge of the parking lot (the door of the school opened from the exit of the Bi-Lo Market, which has a parking lot on the edge of a small cliff). There was a kid who had the same hair and jacket and looked about the same height, facing away from the parking lot, over the edge of th3e cliff. The othr kid wanted to go see, and the fgirl folowed along, but I could tell it wasn;t going to be the friend with the jacket, no matter how much it looked like him now. We walked up, the other friend tapped on the jacket kid's shoulder, and instead of turning around and greeting us, he sort of slumped facing us halfway. It was an older kid (the jacket friend was tall for his age, this kid was short, so they were the same height) who worked for the store who had taken a smoke break and died standing up, apparently several hours earlier. Everyone panicked, we started to go elsewhere, and something about the continuity error allowed me to realize that the girl's mom now worked as some sort of supermodel, and was far more attractive in this reality than the original. We left, the girl was convinced that I was some sort of creepy psychic who could travel through dimensions, and decided she wasn;t going to stalk me until I married her anymore. (she stayed with us, though, so either she developed an abnormal attraction for the other friend, or she wasn;t spooked enough to break all contact). We went to work on the cart from earlier, and I kind of dozed off into wakefullness. my mom was messing with stuff in the kitchen, but I had put up a sign reminding peope to keep quite while i was trying to sleep in the living room, so with the exception of one accident, there was little enough noise for me to go back to sleep after a couple of minutes (or less, I can;t judge time even when awake). As for the second dream, it had a little bit to do with he first dream, but I remembernothing of what happened. THis space is saved for if I do remember later today.

July 19, 2008 (Saturday, previous to 9:34)
Keyword: Heist Frame With Dethmetal Garfunkel
I'm not goiing to be able to type out much of the dream, since I don;t remember much, and I'm in a hurry. I was randomly framed with circumstantial evidence that implied I was almost dsefinitely one of the two people who stole a car and robbed a bank, possibly killing 4 people plus pedestrians in the getaway car lane. I pieced that together half by my attentiveness and half by guesswork, because they wouldn't actually tell me what happened in its entirety. They were just happy to have a suspect for the case that the clues actually pointed to. SO, I was stuch in some sort of jail with 1-person cells, possibly death row. It must have been one of those posh jails where they send rich and famous people in the movies, because I was allowed a laptop computer with internet access (I don;t recall a power cord or a wall outlet, so that may be why). I tried to search for possible clues and suspects for the case through research and computer simulations, and found the myspace page of someone who was into both Simon and Garfunkel and new wave heavy metal. The themes for the dream because Mrs. Robinson and Hear, and for the depressing part of the dream where I couldn;t find any more clues or suspects that hadn;t been cleared, Scarborough Fair. THere may have been a little ELO there, but if it was, I was humming it to myself before I got the computer. So, I hear a knock on the cell door, and I wake up because my mom is knocking on my bedroom door (switched from the living room because I wrenched something that was getting worse sleeping on the floorcouch), and telling me that I have to get up because it's already 9:30 and we have to leave earlier than usual if we're going to the city after the library.

Sunday, July 20, 2008 (previous to, maybe, 10:30, I forgot to check the time when I woke up)
Keyword: THe Loch Ness Whatevertheheckitwas
I Thought I hadn't had a dream close enough to waking to remember, aside from having the idea while I was half awake that my sister had pretended to have a dinosaur that she won from one of those scooter games in P.E./Gym, then thinking about a computer program, maybe an MMO where each player has their own dinosaur, and I had some sort of reddish-purple (red back, neck, and head, purplish-blue underbelly and legs) longnecked dinosar with a head plate similar to one of those small species of triceratops with only the nose horn, but smaller and folded over the crest of the skull. At least by the appearance of the dinosaur in the game, if not earlier, I had been able to tell that I was very definitely awake. I tried going back to sleep and seeing if I could enter the game, but I couldn;t (go to sleep). I tried a reality check against my broken tooth, then by reading the summary on the back of an LD book I was reading, and came up with a page of perfectly legible non-gibberish. I opened the book to the bookmarked page, and started reading the next segent of the chapter on people being unable to control their dreams properly after a reality check. I started thi9nking about what may have led to the thought as I was waking up, and then realized... I had just had a lucid dream! It was just like a movie, with all the cuts and plot and everything, only the soundtrack was mostly missing, except in the bits where was playing background music in my head, like I sometimes do when awake. I was in some sort of marine research laboratory, a combination of early 20th century people and mid 21st century technology (on a conservative estimate of how future tech will progress), and we were searching for the Loch Ness Monster, or a similar creature somewhere in or near south america, based on a comment made by one of the researchers at the end of the dream. I was in control of the tech, ut eventualy I found the monster (which was kind of cartoony, and had a sort of amphibious questing-beast look to it) on one of my breaks, where I went outside the labadn sat by the lake. I jumped up, scared, and fell right back down. We did't know whatthe monster ate, it's assumedly fish, possibly plants, possibly anything that movs and all it has access to is fish, and I closed my eyes waiting for it to either bite me in half or accidentlly crush me prodding at me with its nose/muzzle/the front of its face. It managed not to, and I assume I went back to the lab, because I was trying to tell the professors (two of them, think Orville and Wilbur Wrong, not their names buyt the impression they gave) that I had found the monster. They didn;t believe me without recorded proof, and decided that I was temporarily off tyhe project or something. I still seemed to have access to the technology, so they may have just been the type of person to fire people 4 or 5 times a day without actually firing them. I was wsearching for themonster, and eventually found it on the scanner screen. It was heading right toward the lab, and then it climbed through the top of the wall partition where thescanner was (becaus ethe back part of the scanner was underwater, so they decided to put the screen on the opposite side of the wall, so that it would look like a giant, sonar-powered window. That if it rained more than a few inches, the screen would get wet and short out. Not bright. So, I was still scared of the monster, but not petrified, and two other researchers (a male who, now that I think of it, was actually a non-cartoon version of Amir from Questionable Content, one of my character's friends, and a female with sort of tangly blond hair in a ponytail, glasses, and knaki safari-looking outfit, possible love interest for my character), saw the monster, and were far more enthused than I. We tried to guide it into a holding tank, a six-foot high aquarium tank with similar conditions to the lake, and did. I went to tell the Brothers Wrong about the monster, but I overheard their telephone conversation with PT Barnum about their fee for the monster, once they caught it. THey were planning on catching the monster as a carnival exhibit from the greatest humbug artist on earth, rather than to study it for science! I rushed back to the lab, told the others, and they helped me hide the monster. THey werre actualy wrrried because it had meen making some coughing sounds since it had gotten into the laboratory, and possibly it needed to be in the lake a certain percentage of the time or it couldn;t breathe properly (it had gotten out of the holding tank, since it was meant to keep it alive, not keep it contained). We spent the next couple of hours plot-time hiding the monster from the two guys in charge (though it was only a couple of minutes film-time, or rather dream-time), and finally made it to the lake. They had been expecting us, though, and captured the monster in a net under some sort of gyrocopter, with four rotating wings. Basically, a helicopter, but designed in the 60s and bult in 1890. They brought it back, dumped it in the holding tank, put the building on lockdown. We had managed to get back to the3 viewing laboratory, so we were able to get the monster out of the holding takn and try and get it over the wall back into the lake. It wasn't holding up troo well, and seemed to be gagging, and halfchoking. Its jaw unhinged, and it wasn;t a respiratory problem, it was what appeared to be a gigantic cracked bubblegum ball caught on its back teeth on one side. Like a bubblegum ball you might get from one of those coin-operated machines, only a foot anfd a half wide, and painted like a cross between a Super Mario Koopa and one of the camo-coloured eggs Mario sometimes throws. It took a couple of minutes, and eventually we pried off part of the surface of whatever it was before we got it out. It turned out it wasn;t a foreign object that it had tried to eat in too big a bite, it was an egg, about 2/3 the size of an ostrich egg, coated in thick layers of dried but pliable mucus. THe creature itself was dying, but it was because of the egg. EIther they reproduced asexually, or there were others still in the lake. Either way, PT Barnum would just get a rotting corpse tha looked it it was made from some large animals and fish tails stitched together and left in the water to congeal into one piece, no matter how we tried to save the monmster, but they would contiunue to survive as long as we kept the egg safe until it hatched and we got it back to the lake. I don;t know what happenbed to Amir, but the female and I were walking away from the viewing lavboratory into a high-ceilinged glass and metal lobby fillwe dwith ferns and palms, and she mentioned "first the island, now this. Life always does find a way." At which point I was confused, because she seemed to think Jurassic park was not only real, but had just occured. I started to point this out, then realised that not only was the lobby an exact replica of the lobby on Jurassic Park, ior the same, but that she either looked identical to Dr. Sattler from the film, or was Dr. Sattler from the film. I started to think about that, but the movie/dream faded into being awake before I could do a reality check. THen came the waking up, the idea of my sister thinking she'd won a dinosaur at school, so on and so forth.

Monday, July 21, 2008. Morning.
Keyword: Fragments1: RPGMaker3
Not much. I didn;t really get any sleep more than a few minutes at a time, the longest was 1/2 hour, so all I got were fragmented thoughts from as I was falling asleep that seemed like bits of dreams when I woke up. Mostly it was RPGMaker 3 ideas. A few Elvis and GameStop's Friendly Demonic Warrior references were mixed in.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008 (previous to 8:14am)
Keyword:The Cat Escape (like the Great Escape. Not one of my best titles, but I'm going for identifiable keywords here, they don;t have to be good)
I used the Cell-Phone Alarm Induced Lucid Dream technique, where I set the alarm on silent and hold it in my hand while I go to sleep. I'm pretty sure it worked at least once this morning, possibly wen off long enough to trigger multiple lucids that I simply don;t remember.
I have two cats (a grey male tigerstripe named Gargamel and a female calico named Tia), but in the dream I also had one of those longhaired ones with the thick fur and the wide face (Not a persian, bt one of those cats from Great Britain or New England). I forget what his name was, but he had fur that made him lok like a giant hedgehog when he got wet. Somehow, all three cats managed to get outside at the same time, despite the fact that Gargamel is the only one who really tries any more, and he just wanders around the garage, or latches onto the screen door at the back of the house until we let him back in). I think Holly left the doors open, from the garage to the house and from outside to the garage. I managed to get Gargamel inside, but when I caught Tia (miraculously without having my arms slashed to ribbons), no one would help me with the door, so Gargamel got back out. I managed top catch him again, an hand him off to Holly, and instead of having Mom help her get him insidce the inner garage door (since we use the garage as a sort of Cat Airlock), she decides to stand at the front door, holding him up by his armpits. I yell at her for holding him like that, and then for not following directions in a situation that she caused and I'm in charge of, and she just yells back in her fake-stupid, stubborn way that she's holding him until I get the third cat. Mom says it'l be impossible to find him if his fur is dry, which is fortunate because he's rolling around in a puddle a couple dozen feet down the street. He dives under the water, which is less than a couple inches deep, and his breed is one of the larger cat breeds, so I find it odd until I remember or remind myself that I'm dreaming. I go and get him, take him inside, get fed up with this and instead of going somewhere cool, i wake up. My dream self isn;t very imaginative at things to do in lucid dreams.
PS: I may not have been lucid for part of the middle of the dream. I think I was lucid at the betginning, and O know I was lucid at the end, but I don;t recall if I was in the middle or not, or when I lost lucidity if i did, so I just coded the entire dream lucid.

July 25, 2008
Keyword: Sci-Fi Girlfriend
So, I had been going out with this really cute/hot girl, who had no goals and few people skills, but because she was incredibly smart and incredibly hot that despite the fact that she had a narcissus complex, people would still try to go out with her, sometimes as a test to prove their worth, sometimes because she was so freaking good looking. This dream occured in a world where a lot of people were born with ornamental animal genes, Using the most interesting, beneficial, or attractive-if-on-a-human details of one or possibly two animals. She was a shrimp (contained shrimp genes. She wasn;t short.) I have no idea what the genome's purpose was, it may have been her skin, like, glossiness, or perhaps she hadn;t previously used commercial dyes to activate greenish streaks in her skin, but rather now used commercial dyes to cover them. So, I was dating her, and aside from our personalities, we actually liked each other. She was a complete... textbook case of megalomania, and I'm pretty sure that she found me dull, aside from the facts that I was one of the few people who could keep up with her mentally, and just psycho enough to be fun. I have been trying to remember what happened in the story, aside from eating at a seafood/italian restaurant and ordering meals with shrimp in (several of which were dyed unusual colours such as purple or green, this future was obsessed with recolorijg things in unnatural ways even more than our present), people constantly tryng to tell me anecdotes about how crazy she was, or how she dumped them, and something, I don;t know what, but something to do with a boxcar. on a train. A moving train. IO really wish I could remember what happened.

Saturday, July 26, 2008 (previous to 9:30 am)
Keyword:Hate waking up
Really long dream, I don;t remember much of it. I and my sister were staying with my dad, who transports stuff for a living and isn;t in town much. Several times, we had to go back to the house, and finally we had to go back again to fix the lawn mower. by this time it was the middle of the night, so I got fed up and ended up taking Dad's truck back to the house.I forgot why we were there again, assumed it was to rewrite some notes, and the truck moved away from the front of the house, indicating that dad had retrned. (note: I could see the truck clearly through the window, there were no branches in the way, so I should have realized that it was a dream, becase trees don;t just disappear.. at least not in my neighborhood, without several days or more of workers with incredibly loud and annoying chainsaws chopping it down and hacking it up.) I went out to explain that I had forgotten where the notes were, but the truck was completely gone, not just on the oppposite side of the driveway, and his ex-girlfriend's minivan was in the driveway. Turns out Holly was supposed to be fixing the lawn mower after taking out several bolts and forgetting where she left some of them when she tried to put it back together. I followed them back to the garage, breaking into a sprint like I occasionally do when I'm trying to keep up with someone, but I misjudged the distance, and to avoid putting my foot or shoulder through the glass, I tripped myself, used my hands to catch the cement by friction, instead of causing painful scrapes, it just felt like a scraped knee on my palms, and bashing my leg ito the ground. Better than a lacerated vein or artery (achilles, jugular, or carotid). About this time I woke up. However, earlier in the dream, there was some sort of festival or something that was arranged oddly similar to the main street and area directly into the park from there at disney world. or land. whichever is in california. anyway, I don;t remember any of the intervening dream, but it was a really really long dream. i barely remembered the bit about the carnival or festival (possibly a street at renfest) until I'd already started typing.

Sunday, July 27, 2008
Keyword: Stupid FAa Regulations
Okay, it was a really awesome nonlucid dream that I almost completely forgot in the last 15 seconsd, but this is what I remembr. It was something to do with Rose and the Tenth Doctor, fom Dotor WHo, and something to do with ... Oh, I don;t recall. It was pretty much a non-lucid runthrough of arandom items from my lucid checklist, which either I couldn;t check off because I was not lucid, or I couldn;t check off becaus I no longer remember them. Anyway, I had come here to the computer, started typing, got the whole thing typed out, and woke up. Gaaah, I scream silently aout false awakenings! If I'd proofread, and not just typed watching the keyboard with intent to proofread if I forgot the end of the sentence, or made an obvious spelling error, I could have noticed that the words I had just typed were complete gibberish. (At least the image I hve now is gibbeish. the last clear image I have since collapsing into bed last night and waking up and screaming silently inside my skull is this notepad file with a block of gibberish just below a few lines of gibberish and another block of gibberish. As soon as i woke up (the second time) I did an RC, and the type is staying solid on the co0mputer screen and not becoming nonsense words when I;m not looking. By the way, I greyd out the whole paragraph, partly because of the false awakening so that you might experience even a fraction of the frustration I felt when I realized I had already forgotten most of my dream and now had no typed record from which to work, (also hy the keyword. See how the esecond a is lowercase? not a typo) until the next time I say woke up, partly so it wouldn;t ruin the ending if you read these for suspense or entertainment.

Monday, July 28, previous to 10:55 am
Keyword: Secret Agent Man
I was going to a mafia leader's manson (to which I had been before) to convince him to release a tiger cub to a wildlife refuge center, or at least to someplace like Turpentine Creek Wildlife Refuge to be kept in a humane environment f it had already been deoprogrammed out of being able to survive in the wild. Its mother had lived at his mansion her entire life, and died there, and I didn;t want the cub to be so miserable. After politely and incredibly subtly reminding him that he owed me, and that b y protocol we had to at least pretend to be friendly (he may or may not have been pretending to be jolly, but he was probably pretending to be nice). I eventually excused myself to the restroom to do somke snooping, I went to the one that was originally hidden behind a cabuet containing a giant chess board or dartboard or something, but it was gone and it looked like a roulette wheel had taken its place then been removed. The area behind the cabinet was blocked off, and possiobly gone, so I spent time trying to find the new restroom to imply that I had not, in fact been snooping. Probably the dude's intent. My mom, who also worked for the agency because she used to be an associate of the mafia guy, as here and came back to the area I was in, with the cabinet and a bunch of other cool stiuff like obne of those miniaturized cars, or some sort of miniature work of art. She told me it looked like he was dead, or dying, or had a heart attack or something. I rushed out, expecting a heart attack, because he was at genetic and chemical/emotional risk (I don;t think he was out of shape, even though he looked it), or some sort of embolism (of which his family had a history). It turned out to be an ocular hemmhorage, visually aparrent to be a cerebral embolism but not typically deadly, and it had shocked him into wanting to give back the tiger cub, sbecause of some long rambling anecdote about when his brother had died, and how he was really being selfish right now an thinking about his own mortality and next to none of this chancge of heart is at all for the sake of the tiger cub (yeah, right). After that, I had another guy to take out, a superrich, assumedly smart little kid whose trademark was candy. I pulled up to his mansion, athe gates opened with him standing there, and his two goons stepped out from the sides of the gate and opened fire with a pair of automatic bubblegum bazookas. Really big air guns modified to shoot soft bubblegum pellets art a rate and speed fast enough to stick an intruder in place with no less than one hit, and no more than 3. I ducked behind the car (it could have been a black caddilac or a limo, it doesn;t seem long wenough to have been a limo). As soon as the first guy had to reload, I doodged around him, grabbed the second guy's gun and aimed it at their boss, and he had to stop shooting, because if he tried to pull it out of my hands the barrel and possibly the bit that stopes the gum from shooting everywhere would break, ande it hadn't been tested what would happen under those conditions. The kid gives up, though I don;t recall why he was wanted by the police, or what MI6/CIA/FBI/MIB/WHoever I worked for wanted him to do. Scene cut and I'm back at a house with my mom and sister debating on what to watch. What's on next is Jafar, the "original (sci-fi or ABCFamily) aladdin movie, but it was really the sequel" (mom's words), Where it was mostly live action with some computer editing to make the actors look more like the cartoon characters, but really they just ended up making it look like Jafar was CGI with no lips. Mom wanted to continue watching food network (continuity error: she suddenly had been watching food networek the whole time), but I had already promised Holly I'd check if Corner Gas was a new episode. It wasn;t even on, it was still scrubs, so I switched it back to Food Network. Later I woke up, after not paying attention to the show for a few minutes.

1st August 2008 (Friday, the day after summer semester ended, before a couple minutes after six A.M.)
Keyword: Girl with Flash Drive
And to think I nearly scrapped the dream fragment when I started forgetting about the girl and the memory drive. I had woken up with at least a fragment, but all I could remembr was a girl (dark hair, no other details) holding a flash drive, and I even started forgetting that. I rolled over, realized I could be dreaming, and I thought I was. So I either woke up, or thought I woke up after a pretty hallucinatory pos-waking experience (I'm pretty sure I'm awake now, I;ve done loads of reality checks). So, anyway, after I either woke up, or daydreamed that I woke up, I suddenly started remembering all sorts of things about the dream. I was at the university (which suddenly had developed a dress code. Dark blue blazers or faux work-chic suits for males, tartan skirt and monochrome sweatervest for females), the girl with the USB thumb drive was my girlfriend, and the four people or so including us were either several oir all of the members of a Cacophony Club that I waqs the founder and chairman of. I don;t recall what we had been discussing, I highly doubt it would be even a silly, almost completely harmless program in the flash drive, more likely plans for the next stunt (perhaps assignments, or locations and diagrams of the campus-wide chalk drawings I'm planning to gather a bunch of people up for and cover as many of the sidewalks as possible with a particular, non-obscene theme). The two or more other members left (this was a 20-second meeting on a generally u used ramp into the union building), I kissed her and handed off the final flash drive, making sure she knew the assignments (at least the assignments she was responsible for, possibly she was my successor for this project if anything happened that I was detained or otherwise unable o oversee it). She did, we walked away, and by then I think I had woken up. I could only remember a little bit about what had just happened (An image of a girl I was deeply attracted to but still don;t recall from real life holding a USB flash drive, an image of the fountains near the ramp, a sense of efficient Mission Under Control feeling), and eventually decided I should try to remember as much of that as possible, since I'd already forgotten the fountains and mission under control feeling. I started to lose even that, decided I should very carefully get to the computer and type this up, when I thoguht I might be dreaming. I press my tongue against my tooth; I can feel sharpness, but no pain. I try to do the finger-through-hand technique (which I haven;t had a chance to try before while dreaming). I waggled my fingers trying to get my hands to pass through each other, but I couldn;t even move my arms. However, my fingers did pass through my mattress, and onj the other hand may have passed through ,my blanket and leg. I decided that I must be dreaming, decided to fly up through my blanket so that I would be hovering above my bed, and promptly woke up before I could do anything more than focus on pushing my bed and the floor down away from me with my mind. Fortunately, my waking self remembered the dream with far more successs than my false awakened self.

(PS: I've decided to see how adding the keywords as the post name turns out, separated probably by a comma if I have more than one dream in a night.)

Sunday, August 3, 2008 (early morning)
Keyword: Tuff's Foodbowl
I was up at the city yesterday for a barbecue festival (which I correctly expected to be terrible in this heat), and unexpectedly ended up staying at my aunt and uncle's house, without my emergency contact cases and optical solution. I was sleeping on a couch in the basement, and at several points found myself trying to read and wandering around the floor to pass the time. I almost tripped over their cat, Tuff's, foodbowl, and later I looked over and as surprised to see that instead of a food bowl, there was a stack of boxes containing old toys and books. I realized I had been dreaming, which was odd because i had been reading then without any problem with inconsistencies between the words and sentences (although this explained why the story suddenly changed from one of the characters havign accepted the offer of joining with the morrigan, to him having been pulled through a mirror).

Thursday, August 7, 2008 (previous to 6:05 A.M.)
Keyword: School- Cliff's Notes version
Really really long dream. At first I was at school (several schools, started at mid-october and though the course o what I think was a single day the day eventually worked its wy to bing the last day of school). Then some other stuf happened, and I eventuially was a secret agent again, this time investigating som sort of dating system that may have been a scam or a front.

I really need to find some way to keep my cat from waking me up. If I shut him out of my room, he attacks my door oudly until I'm up, and if he's in my room, he tackles my face or side whenever he decides his food is stale. I'm having some really awesome dreams lately, bu it;s useless if my recall keeps getting destroyed.

Thursday, August 7, 2008 (previous to 10:05 A.M.)
Keyword: On THe Road (Yet) Again
I was standing in the entrance to my closet, looking for a pair of jeans, when I saw my arm (dreaming symbol and hotkey panel drawn on in Sharpie), and remembered to RC. I tapped my arm (on or next to the back of my wrist, where the dreaming symbol was located), and checked my tongue against my broken tooth. I didn;t feel any pain, and there was no (sudden) realization I was dreaming, but I heard a sort of vwoop vwoop vwoop sound as I tapped my arm. I wondered if that sound meant I was dreaming, and continued to check against my tooth. Suddenly, I remembered that I had heard that sound before- It was the sound a TARDIS makes when appearing or departing. I realised I must have hit the symbol next to the dreaming key, for travel (A police call box, or rather a time and relative dimensions in space device disguised as a police call box!). I started to turn,. but decided not to, incase I didn;t see it and forggot I was dreaming. I closed my eyes, and to my left (I/m facing east, with my bed to the north and the closet to the south) I see a sort of glowing orangey-gold sort of timevortex-looking glowy-particley-"timey" stuff. Keeping my eyes closed, I jump towards my bed (no frame or footrest, just a stack of matresses, so no chace opf bashing myself on a bedpost), and land, not on my bed or in the TARDIS, but just inside a diner in what may be a desert or just barren flatlands in the middle of nowhere. My consciousness even pulls back and up out of the restaurant... no, no more than a diner, for an establishing shot (leaving my animated dream self inside for a couple of seconds before my mind takes over it again). All sorts of cool stuff happens (the place is selling a rack of some sort of candy that I had previously seen only in a dream I had where I was stuck for part of it in a "dude ranch" or whatever those blasted "out-of shape middle-age guys pretend to be cowboys without actually working" camps are called. Eventually, and I don;t remember more than a few fragments after this, someone shows up in an RV (my family?), my sister get in a fight with me (in the RV) over a packet of the candy I hadn;t bought (also hadn;t stolen, either from the store or someone else, I just had it for some reason. Never ate the packet of candy from when I was stuck in the horse ranch n the desert in the earlier dream, so that may have been where I got it, because I did buy a packet of the candies then), we may have evwentually ended up in northern Illinois, or Idaho, or some state starting with an I that may or may not have had mfields of potatoes. Eventually, I end up (possibly a different dream, but it seems at least tenuously connected by series of near-random events) as part of some sort of athletic thing back in my home town, probably football or swimming. I decide that I'm tired of having to go to the hostpital and shell out minimum $200 to see if I've got a broken arm, so I decide to set up an x-ray mchine of my own, a floating x-ray machine. Not a metaphor, or a reference to how the pics are taken. Literally floating. On the pool in the campus multipurpose building. Eventually, I think sometime after I take an x-ray of my entire head and upper body, I wake up. It all goes a bit fuzzy after that, and not like earlier from when I can only remember bits and pieces of what now seems almost like a montage (complete with badly edited music, I want to say Kenny Chesney but that's not right, for one thing it sounded more like an unsuccessful imitation of Willie Nelson's On the Road Again- for another, I've never actually heard a Kenny Chesney song identified as such), it seems more like i had been knocked half-unconscious (or more) when the x-ray, i don;t know... misfired or something.

(unrelated bit of nonsense I just realised: THe term LoL in 1337 sp34k is 5 in binary)

Friday, August 8, 2008 (previous to 8:05 A.M.)
Keyword: Theater=Dimensional gates
Themes: Doctor Who, previous dreams, nonexistent book series
Odd. I just had another dream that was incrediblt similar to a dream I had a long time ago. THe odd thing was, I knew it was a dream, but I didn;t know I was dreaming it. Very hard to explain. So, anyway, [color=????]I was following the story of The Tenth Doctor (doctor who), either as he and a small girl or as an omniscient... sort invisible movie or television camera. They were at this place (all big hallways, decorated swith rushed cement and marine life posters, and large circular areas at the hallway intersections with plants or empty space in the middle) that I keep thinking is SeaWorld or some sort of imitation Science CCity, but with a much higher ratio of science to city. I may have been myself while exploring this place, rather than the invisible self that could teleport making an effect similar to a scene cut. THey were seeing films at a large theater there, and they each had something odd happen to them where they entered some other sort of world. (another odd thing, I don;t know if it was both of them because the Doctor didn;t try to leave before the film was over, but ewhen the girl left to the theater atrium and reentered the screening room, she was met with a lot of hosility and even the therat of a fight from people who had previously been rather civil theater employees.) The girl was in a world with a dog from a series of books I'm pretty sure I've onlt seen in the previous dream (oddly, the series list in the3 front of the book was only 2-3 books long, and I had a copy of the second book. Now I had a copy of the first book, and it was part of an 8-11 book series, depending if you count the 3-4 book specials as part of the series.) I know the human boy is going to betray her, since he worked with the enemy the whole time, and the dog's going to sacrifice himself (probably not to death, but back into the clutches of the people who want to study him) to let the girl go free. So I go to see what the Doctor's doing. He is in some realm where time passes at a much quicker rate than it does in our world (during a 124-minute film, he was able to be gone for days, maybe weeks). I don;t remember much of the world he was in right now, but he was in a stretcher (like in an ambulance) but not injured, and one of the most common species were wild frogs that secreted large amounts of a liquid unusually similar to cow's milk. Back in the girl's scenario, she's trapped in some sort of artificial stream made out of what seems like a lot of large heating/cooling ducts. It's riddled with traps, she's not supposed to be able to survive it, but I think the dog saves her. I go back to the Doctor's world, and I foerget what he had been doing. I know it took him a really long time. I think there was a store similar to a Target or a... Coat Factory whatever, in at least one of their realms, but that may have been in a dream I had earlier tonight. So, he girl exits her theater (having to climb up a sort of airplane escape chute/inflatable carnival climber to get back before the human catches her (he's not really trying, I'm pretrty sure he's ketting her escape the... organization that was after the dog and wanted him to get rid of her. She makes her way toithe front entrance of the theater, which is still in the place with the big open rounded brushed-cement hallways with the plants and the science and sea life posters. He's tellingthe story of what had happened to himto a bunch of people. He finishes, they leave, she asks if that's true because it was only a 124-minute movie, he mentions that different worlds not in the same universe can pass at different rates of time. He starts to say something else, more upbeat (imagine "So, anyway, why don;t we go get some ice cream?" in that voice he has when trying to change the subject, but without those words) and[/color] I wake up. The really odd thing about this is, I didn;t even know I was dreaming. I knew full well it was a dream, and even noticed discrepancies between this dream and the one I had a while back, but I didnlt realise I was actually dreaming it at the time. I thought I was running through my memories of it, semi-conscious.