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      Quote Originally Posted by cacophony View Post
      Haven't slept in 48 hours. It's really frustrating. I miss dreaming.
      I know exactly how you feel. Every time I stay over at my friend's house, I have the WORST sleep ever, and it affects my dream recall for days. Or worse, I recall something but because I feel so awful, I forget it before I can write it down. And she wants me to sleep over on the 31st so I can do the torture all over again (I just got back the other day from there and just got my recall back).

      Not like I can say, "I don't want to sleep over because I'd rather dream", lol. XD;;

      Just know that you will dream again, and you will forget this time of not being able to. Just hold on a little longer...

      P.S.: I like (reading) your dreams.


      "Often I will spin a tale, never will I charge a fee. I'll amuse you an entire eve, but, alas, you won't remember me. What am I?" - Sloth Demon, Dragon Age: Origins mage origin

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      Quote Originally Posted by Keitorin View Post
      I know exactly how you feel. Every time I stay over at my friend's house, I have the WORST sleep ever, and it affects my dream recall for days. Or worse, I recall something but because I feel so awful, I forget it before I can write it down. And she wants me to sleep over on the 31st so I can do the torture all over again (I just got back the other day from there and just got my recall back).

      Not like I can say, "I don't want to sleep over because I'd rather dream", lol. XD;;

      Just know that you will dream again, and you will forget this time of not being able to. Just hold on a little longer...

      P.S.: I like (reading) your dreams.
      Thanks Keitorin! Yeah, for a while I was having absolutely horrible recall... and sleep issues. Guh.

      In other news, I'm back. Had some computer problems and... well, I quit my horrid office job. Thinking of traveling around with a backpack or something in the coming week.

      In more different news, I had a really great lucid dream the other night. I'm about to go to sleep here so I'm going to be incredibly brief.

      I was in some sort of study. You know those rooms you see in movies that are located in old peoples mansions. People who have been collecting books their whole lives and dedicate a huge room to books. I was in a room like that, and there was a big desk with a typewriter on it.

      I was pretty neat because I knew I was lucid right off the bat - and this was after I'd been having terrible recall.

      Anyhow, I thought to myself that I might as well fly around or something since I was lucid and all. And so it went - I jumped hard off the tile floor and began zooming around really fast with my arms stretched in front of me. I'm not sure if I grew smaller or my surroundings grew larger, but in no time I was zooming in between the books on the shelves, examining precious covers and wanting so badly to sink into them.

      Gosh, I'm such a nerd sometimes. This dream coincided with the day that the anarchist bookshop opened up and I started networking with people in the community about teaching a class on how to operate and restore manual typewriters.

      At one point in my dream I landed on a key on an old underwood no. 5 (my favorite model). I dreamed of all the tales I wanted to tell.

      And gee wiz... I miss posting my dreams every day. I'm going to try to continue to stay on top of this.

      Cheers.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      So, due to lack of intraweb connection I've been struggling with the posting every morning thing. The good news is that I quit my job and decided to leave the state and hitch hike and whatnots. Been good for me.

      Er, so this is some dream I had last night that I'm going to tell you about.
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      I'm at an assembly at the high school I dropped out of after two months. They have me hooked up to a mind brain reader majigger, where it projects whatever memories you're remembering onto a huge screen.

      I kept thinking about this really epic fort me and my friends built in the living room before I left home. I kept flashing to dancing with this boy who told me he liked me a lot before I left, and the melted army man sculpture that we made. Dancing to bluegrass, dancing to gypsy folk punk music stuffs.

      Then a bunch of memories that are half truths started flashing on the screen. Me throwing things at riot police. That was grand.

      I was both watching my memories play out on this screen, and watching all these kids faces I used to know growing up.

      Singing on roof tops, running through fields, hiking off trail, dancing in underwear in the rain, molotov cocktails on the beach, previous lovers smiling, more fort building, and graffiti on abandon buildings.

      This one sort of made me realize how awesome my life is.


      Er, yar. In other news, I miss writing in my dream journal. Lately I haven't had any lucids, my dreams have simply been a reflection of the life I've been living lately, as well as the life I've been missing something fierce.

      Guh, anyway. That's all for now.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      Well hell. I hath decided to take advantage of mine own dream journal whilst about on the intraweb.

      Garbble. I had this dream the other night, it was kinda cool I suppose... you know, if you're into that sorta thing.

      I'm in a field, all the grass around me is dead. I can sense decay all around me. It's a clear night, the stars are sort of whirring about of their own accord. You know, as they do from time to time, in dreams anyhow.

      I see a familiar stone building in the distance. I start skipping towards it. Yes, skipping. Skipping is amazing, if you don't skip on a regular basis then you can't really call it living, can you?

      BUH.. Enough of the nonsense, I say!

      So like, you know, I sort of mosey on over to this atrocity. It's not really an atrocity, I just kind of like that word. Anyhow, I start counting steps as I walk up these stairs, there is one stair that is really big and I don't want to take two steps on it so I have to jump really hard to get to the next step.

      Wooden door. Anashnu opens it and gives me a stern look as he beckons me inside. Anyhow, he's not very happy with me. We end up kind of staring each other down and he begins to tell me about how I'm doing it wrong.

      Buh, I hate it when I do it wrong. I'm not even sure what I'm doing wrong. Anyhow, he tells me I'm not focused enough on life - you know, living a full one and such. He says I don't smell enough flowers, even though I smell a lot of them. He says I need to do more things that make me happy and stop taking care of everyone around me. Which I do.

      Er, so then he told me to leave and come back when I'd done something right with my life. I don't know, he's kind of a prick like that sometimes. He's been coming up in my dreams a lot lately... He used to be a lot nicer when I'd meet him, now he sort of lays down cold hard truths that aren't always fun to hear.

      Does anyone else have any figures like this that they meet in their dreams, or am I just weird? He's been occurring in my dreams on and off for the past year or so. Er, i've got some other entries on him I think in here. I know at least one other or something.

      Er, so anyhow... After this whole intervention dealy I ended up meandering around some deranged dream scape.

      I ended up walking back out through the dead field, then through a dead forest, all the trees were sort of twisting up out of the earth as if they were trying to break free. Slithering somethings creeping in from all directions of the ground, almost pushing me towards something even more barren and twisted than before.

      Eh, then some sort of desert where life had almost definitely gone extinct. Either I was some sort of miracle, or I wasn't living a life at all.

      And with that, concludes another entry of mine own dream journal. For your viewing pleasure. Fin.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      Last nights dream was weird. Er. Yeah.

      When are they not, though?

      Anyhow - I'm in some sort of like, city. I mean, it's less of a city than a highly developed town, but there's no one working in any of the buildings and all of the buildings are empty. There are mobs of people walking together going in and out of all of the buildings searching for something of utmost importance. I am with several of my close friends, There is one of those chinese dragons and sometimes I am riding on its back in and out of these stone empty buildings. At one point I got up on the roof and watched people running in and out of the buildings.

      I kept eating candy and trading it with the strangest folk.

      Anyhow, the beginning, or even, the leading up to part of this dream has been erased by my progressing memory. So it goes.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      So... Let's see.

      Last night I was having some trouble sleeping so I resolved to count "1, I am dreaming, 2 I am dreaming, etc." while laying perfectly still. I could feel my body falling asleep, starting at the feet and vibrating up towards the rest of my body. Hypnagogic Imagery is really neat.

      Anyhow, the dreaming began to commence and here is what I found there....

      Became lucid after a while. Firstly I was walking down a highway in a rural area. In fact, I had been doing this the previous day - walking down a rural highway for damned near five hours.

      In my dream I was singing a few songs. They are as follows:

      I wish I was a cowboy, I'd ride out on the range
      I'd wander 'round the country free from all constraint
      and each days end I'd sit by the dying fires light
      singing get dark
      songs through til the end of every night
      and I wouldn't shoot no indians
      I'd hunt no buffalo
      'cos john wayne was a nazi, yeah that shit's gotta go
      and maybe I'd get lonesome - well it figures that I might
      but it sure beats the lonesomeness of concrete city life
      Told my old man my plan, but my pops he disagreed
      my father says he's gonna make another lawyer outta me

      Well I wish I was a pirate
      i'd sail the open sea
      beneath the big black flag we'd go anywhere we pleased
      and I wouldn't have to shower but once or twice a year
      and when the gold ran low we'd loot on british privateers
      and the alcohol would flow every day the whole day through
      and if we weren't passed out at sunset, yeah we'd drink the whole night too
      we'd all have pirate names
      and we'd all wear pirate clothes
      following the warm winds wherever they might blow
      told my old man my plan but my pops he disagreed
      my father says he's gonna make another lawyer outta me
      Er, the other one I was singing was:

      Mardi Gras came and went
      All my money has been spent
      How am I gonna pay the rent?
      Sitting on your face (sitting on my ass)
      Who mistook the steak for chicken?
      Who am I gonna stick my dick in?
      We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
      My former life, I was a high roller (my former life, I had a sister.)
      Walked around in a diamond stroller ( i abused her and I dissed her)
      Found my calling as a part-time bowler (she got swept up in a twister)
      Traded my wife in for a new three holer ( first I laughed and then I missed her)
      Who mistook these baths for showers?
      Who fucked up that leaning tower?
      We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
      Oh get on a greyhound and ride away
      Live on birthday cake each day (different dreams than yesterday)
      Tell your grandparents that they're gay (tell your grandma, you're okay)
      Steal their money and run away (kiss her cheek and run away)
      Cuz me and my friends are so smart
      We invented this new kind of art: (we invented this new kind of dart
      Post-Modernest Throwing Darts (Hit A Bulls-eye, cut a fart)
      Smoking crack and cutting...crack
      Who mistook this crap for genius? (Who is dancing on the ceiling?)
      Who is gonna stroke my penis? (Who is gonna hurt my feelings?)
      We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
      Oh people are shiny like a brand new book (even your mother is a crook)
      But if you get a closer look (but if I get a closer look)
      There's shit on every hand you shook (there's shit on every road you took)
      If you don't believe me, look at your hand (if you don't believe me, read the book)
      Who made all these things for killing? (somebody's making a killing)
      Who's pussy hole needs filling? (Who's empty heart needs filling?)
      We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
      Who mistook the steak for chicken?
      (Who am I gonna stick my dick in?)
      We're not those kids, sitting on the couch.
      Anyhow, this may or may not be completely irrelevant. The songs, that is.

      At any rate, I ran across a good friend of mine who was looking like nervous wreck like he usually does. We got to walking solemnly and silently down the highway together. At this point a voice started following us around, it was almost like we were overhearing some woman's phone conversation. It was quite odd.

      I bade him farewell, my friend, and resolved to climb this mountain that I saw. I saw a lot of my friends were climbing the mountain too and the top was very small, barely big enough for one person to stand on. So I grabbed a piece of the top and rolled out almost a mountain-carpet and propped the edges up with sticks that were resting at the base of the mountain.

      I thought this was odd, because in real life my ex is climbing mount everest right now. Oh, the jealousy.

      Anyhow, at this point I decided to wander around some more on my own. I ended up emerging into a room of people by digging a hole in the earth and twisting my way up through the floor into the room of people.

      I became lucid and remembered on my intention to visit Anashnu. I did just that, and the conversation I had after is for me to know.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      Yeah so, I've been filled up to the brim with dreams lately - it's a rather nice feeling.

      In other news, I need to remember to post them in here more often. I've lost my daily routine to hiking, friends and romance and miss dreamviews.

      BUH. Enough with the jibba jabba!

      COMMENCE

      I wrote this in my dream journal notebook, you know, the one I write in while I'm still in bed. It goes to a much longer segment, but I somewhat liked this:

      There were too many notes to fathom in the sound. It hurtled itself across the endless expanse of fog-ridden lands, was driven forth by whispers and murmurs echoing a million voices until it finally lost its way. All those notes in all those mysterious, misty voices crying out courageously into a million star-filled nights. The beast breathes on, stepping devilishly behind the unsuspecting. And nothing is ever in order. The order of what was long since lost in this bleakness. This messy mildewed malfunctioning existence where the people are all blissfully trapped in some sort of prison. And it goes. I never noticed - never noticed how everything has a texture. And I didn't remember until I couldn't feel anymore. And this agony is only a half truth buried deep beneath a decaying place that was once a vast endless landscape with many an untold beauty to be discovered.

      And so I stamp out my cigarette and face the sun.

      --End of piece directly from dream journal--
      Anyhow, the rest of the dream was actually really beautiful. The landscape changed quite a bit, first I remember riding an elephant through the desert. Another dream where I was mostly walking from landscape to landscape.

      Walking really is my dream sign, er, well, most prominent anyhow.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      Here's some dream I had last night.


      I'm being pulled into a grocery store by this guy I know. He says it will only cost seven cents to stay there and that it will be safe there. I don't really feel like hanging out in a grocery store. So it goes, I leave. I walk outside and there's this old man holding a huge leash around this big white horse. The horse jumps into a ravine and starts running around as the man smiles.

      I walk home. I'm standing on my balcony.

      I realize that it is new years eve.

      I watch the sky turn orange and read like the whole earth is about to explode. Then in the distance I watch several planes swoop over a sky scraper and drop bombs on it. Instead of blowing up, the edges, rather the shell of the thing starts to crumble off until all that is left is the bones of this sky scraper, eerily looming over the city.

      Anyhow, shortly a guy I know shows up with several cars full of people. They're all dressed up really nice. Anyway, this guy says I should go to the ball with him and I say no. Then he confronts me on why I haven't called him back in the past six months. I say I don't like him. He seems rather upset and they drive off in their bat car.

      I decide to go hiking. I take off down the neighborhood and see a tyrannosaurus rex walking down the street wreaking havoc on my neighborhood. Apparently they were abundant in these parts on new years.

      I get to my hiking spot and decide I want to go. All my stuff out of my bag spills and this guy comes to sit by me while I pick my stuff up. I don't like him and I keep trying to get as much of my stuff off the ground as I can, but it seems that I have more and more stuff to pick up all the time. Mostly books.

      After I get away from there, it seems I have to watch this little girl I know. We go downtown where there is a parade of Tibetans and assorted randoms. I'm trying to blend in with the crowd and remain unnoticed. Anyhow, the little girl sees a stand she wants stuff from. It's a rose stand, like, the guy is selling rose water, rose incense, and rose candles among other things. I let her pick some stuff out and the total comes to 75 dollars and I say I don't have that much money.

      He tells me the world's going to end anyway so we can just take it.

      I'm pretty sure more stuffs went on, but they're tedious little details and whatnots.

      Yar.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      Dream.. er..

      I dreamt of a large road lain out before my house. My house was sitting on this huge road, much different than the place it usually hangs out.

      I was confronted by a wave of people, all whom I know and care about. We needed to decide what to do, which way to go down the road or to stay and wait and see what would happen.

      Eventually a car picked me up, my friend was driving and it was just us. We drove a long way down the road and kept passing exits. We needed a particular exit but didn't know the name of it so we kept driving and weaving all over the place in search for somewhere we didn't know where. Guh - the point is, we were trying to get somewhere we wouldn't recognize even if we found it.

      That's about the gist of it. Nothin' too special.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      Another night, another dream. And it goes...

      I'm with my best friend in her car. She's going off to school or something, running a few errands. I'm just sort of tagging along.

      Anyhow, she takes off driving down this dirt road away from the school. We are going through farm land and woods and stuffs. Eventually, we emerge into a place with a huge barn. There is echoing coming from all around it with the sounds of music emanating from the barn walls. It seems to be shaking with all the people packed tight inside. There is a city on the other side of the barn.

      On the inside it's even more packed than I imagined. I'm feeling oddly disconnected, more than I usually am. I decide to walk up towards the city. On my way up this big hill I pass a group of crips and a woman who is yelling, shouting - nearly screaming at me that I shouldn't walk the streets alone because terrible things are going to happen to me. I brush it off and continue.

      Anyhow, I get on the main street and an old man pushes me behind a pillar and tries to drag me off. I start screaming and take off running. All the while the man is yelling and chasing me, staying really close behind me.

      Several times I dodge into traffic and jump on cop cars trying to get their attention. They don't help, they just sit there and eat donuts and stuff.

      Around this time I was woken by my phone ringing.

      This dream coincides with me witnessing a rape and calling it in the day before. I hate cops. I also hate that people are so passive when something so terrible is happening on one of the main streets at 11 at night.

      Anyhow... ending dream sequence.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      I had a really weird dream last night.

      I was with my room mate... we were going to some amusement park/water park/pirate arena. I just don't know. Anyhow, we got trapped there after hours and we were roaming around through the park looking for something to do. We started drinking rum and running a muck all over the place.

      So, the sun rises and people start flooding into the place. Me and my roommate decide we're going to get tattoo's on our necks. I end up getting three tattoos on my neck. One is this weird cartoon blue/green dinosaur, then I got something on my throat and one on the other side of my neck. My room mate got a really badly drawn, sideways sunflower that looked like it was melting. We both spent a long time assuring each other that our tattoo's were awesome.

      Anyhow, there was some sort of event going on down yonder in the park - it was right next to the ocean and everyone was congregating on some sort of cliff-bleacher contraption to watch some pirates battle each other with cannons.

      Next thing I know there's a huge wave coming up that's swooping in on us. Everyone's scrambling to higher ground and I'm just taking it in, watching my demise draw in closer and closer.

      As the wave swept over me all I could think about was how stupid the purple dinosaur tattoo was on my neck.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      Dream...

      So I'm in an abandoned factory yard of sorts. It's quite a strange place and I'm sort of wandering through empty warehouses and big machinery everywhere.

      I come to a house and a boy opens the door and greets me as an old friend despite the fact I've never seen him before.

      He takes me on a walk and I look up to see a house floating in mid air. We discuss how it got there and then it sprouts huge wooden legs and starts walking down the street.

      I bade him farewell and go and reunite with an old friend of mine. We get to this old church looking place. The walls are white and it looks like it's rotting from the inside out. I want to go through to get to the courtyard but see scary men in black suits with sunken faces that look like graves.

      Instead, I see a distressed looking business woman. She's searching for her car keys to a really over-the-top hummer. I grab them and get into my friends car. In a moment she comes chasing after us. She has short red hair and a pointed face and looks as though she's holding in all the sadness in the whole world. I give her her keys back and tell her to quit her job. She smiles and tells me that Jesus is watching, as if this is supposed to bring some sort of comfort into my life.

      I tell her that he probably existed but that he is not the son of god and that he is dead like the rest of us will be. She doesn't like this. Then I tell her to contemplate the fact that she is her own god and needs to start taking control over her own life. She smiles and we drive on.

      That's all I can really remember right now.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      So, I've had a lot of dreams lately. My recall has been really good. I haven't written down any of my dreams in the past few days, however, I remember them like I remember what I did yesterday.

      AHEM.

      So a few nights ago I had this one:

      I'm driving down a long, lonesome highway. For some reason or another I decide that it would be in my best interest to pull over.

      There's a big field.

      A plane crashes - well, several. They crash. It goes like this: KABOOOOM

      So, I'm mulling around all this wreckage when I see this wiener dog walking around the field. He's also a plane and he's full of people but he won't let anyone out of him. There are many survivors of the crash and they all look incredibly confused. We decide to raise money by setting up a fruit stand on the side of the road.

      Somehow, dream changed and I'm building a space craft with them. We take off and fly straight towards a nebula. We pass a planet that has blue people dancing on it.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      Dream I had night before last:

      I'm walking down a road and take off into a run. I decide that I'm going to run to china.

      I'm running down this road and I see rows of houses. They're all the same - long and tall and grey with pointed little roofs on top.

      I go into a store and am really confused by the money that they give me as change. I don't remember what I bought.

      So, I'm running and I get to a beach. It's really tropical here in China. I realize that I am dreaming, but really enjoy the dream I am in so decide to just take in everything around me. I pick up a shell that is swirling with different rainbow textures and start thinking about how cool dreams are, how realistic they are.

      I decide to keep running. I run back to the border of America, because, as we all know - China and America are really close to each other.

      I meet this hippie kid that I know. He's got dreads and a genuine smile. He says he wants to go with me, he wants to know if the palace is still open. I tell him the palace closes at ten o' clock so if we want to get there we're going to have to run really fast.

      We start running, and at the border between our countries there is this big windmill contraption that we have to stand on and wait for the gate to open. A congregation of people occurs and it seems that they really don't want us getting into the country. They start shaking the windmill and trying to knock it down. It collapses just as we pass through the gate.

      So, we're running and running. I see a car and decide I'm going to take it. Hippie decides he wants to keep running. I get in the car and begin to drive and get on the highway.

      It is at this time that I realize that cars are really lame because you can't get anywhere cool in them. Highways are long expanses that take you from city to city. I'm looking out the window and see beautiful exotic places. I see blue children playing in the water by the ocean. I wish I could join them, however I am in a car and cars are meant to go to the most hum-drum boring places man could ever imagine to create.

      The rest of the dream I just kind of observed my surroundings and went on a long mental tangent that is too complex to put into words. At least here.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      Dreamt some stuff last night.

      So it goes, I'm swimming through this place that looks an awful lot like the Mario on from the 64, if you know what I'm jiving.

      I desperately needed to get something and the overall feeling of the dream was that of panic. This is odd because I just got a tattoo that says 'don't panic' on it. Yeah, I was really panicky and upset about something or other.


      So, as all people do when times are tough, I resorted to calling the plumber and took him to some ramshackle house and we climbed up into the attic together where he began to tell me that the walls of the house were in horrible condition.

      That's about the gist of it. I did a lot of swimming from one place to another, and random people would accompany me for bits at a time telling me to calm down.

      Oh yeah, and I also robbed a bead store and a 7-11, because I was hungry and running out of stuff. I also needed beads so I could sell them.
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      Dream last night:

      So, I'm with the guy I'm dating. We're in some sort of building. It's like, you know, a really huge stone building with a parking garage in the bottom of it. He asks me to show him the secret path that I had mentioned at some point previously.

      I know where I'm going, and I lead him to this little doorway to the side of the parking garage. We emerge unto a beautiful landscape with a neat little path that lay before us.

      We're walking, marveling at how gorgeous everything is, the big palm trees, the flowers, etc. It's a very tropical place and the path is a reddish-brownish color.

      At any rate, there is a dead cow laying on the path in front of us. I feel queasy but don't say anything about the unfortunate cow.

      Next, there is another slain cow among a smattering of other animals that lay dead - chickens, deer, and a giraffe.

      Eventually we are walking through this barren landscape of dead animals and decaying flesh that greets us from every angle.

      I scream out loud.

      "Help," I hell, "Please, carry me - I can bare no longer to walk atop such atrocities!"

      He swoops me up and holds me high to him, carrying me over all the dead animals.

      At some point he puts me down and I start running down some other path. The death has dispersed and I'm left alone in a beautiful place.

      I see a giant gorilla approaching. I forgot to mention, earlier - I'd been told previously in the dream that if I see a gorilla to try to turn my back on it, don't make eye contact and to seem really big so it won't attack you. Gorillas in these parts are wild and attack humans on a whim.

      So it goes - I do just that. Suddenly, I turn to face a giant lion. The lion is huge and I'm scared of what it will do to me. It growls fiercely and advances on yours truly.

      It bats its paws at me but I find immediately it has no claws.
      "You have no claws," I say to the lion. At this, the lion lets out a furious roar and seems to grow taller, looking me square in the eye.
      "I may not have claws," the lion says, "but my teeth are sharper than anything you've ever met."
      I reach out for the lions paw and say, "Why do you need to hurt me?"
      The lion responds, "Because you'll hurt me first if I don't."
      I shake my head and begin to laugh a little. "Silly lion," I say, reaching out my hand to pat him on his mane, "I'd rather be friends with you than quarrel like this."
      The lion seems to be very touched by this and lets out a roarish-purr.

      Some time later, I tell the lion that I have to be on my way and he follows me a while until I get to a point in the path where he can't accompany me any more.
      "We are growing near the world of men," he states, "I cannot be in your presence any longer."

      So, I end up walking back to my house. I meet [D] and we decide to play music.

      The neighbors across the street also decides to play music and they have a full on hippie jam band screeching horribly in the driveway.

      The neighbors invited us into their home and I was very nervous. I never did get along with these neighbors.

      I'm not exactly sure what happened after this - I know that the neighbors were confronting me about paying bills or some legal issue of the sort. I don't really know. At any rate, they didn't seem too pleased with me, but then I told them something of some quest I was on and they immediately showed me the utmost respect.


      GAWRSH, that sure was a mouthful.

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      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      I'm in the car with several of my friends.

      There is a red car in front of us, and there is a train coming up ahead. The red car pulls to a halt and so do we.

      All of the sudden my friend exclaims, "Chloe! Do you know who that is?"
      "Why no, I don't," I reply.
      "That's [so and so] the famous author!"
      (I forget the name of the author, but I believe it was someone I have heard of yet not read. I want to say it was Oscar something. Definitely not Oscar Wilde.)

      As soon as we began talking about him, he came over to us and asked to sit with us. We were all acting like it was an honor to be talking to him. He kept doing weird little magic tricks. At one point he wanted to show us some species of animal that he discovered on his own. It was this bright orange little thing that looked like a seahorse. It wasn't a sea horse though.

      A bunch of other stuff happened that I'll try to write about later. As for now, I'm late getting somewhere.

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      Me and my friend were sitting in his house. It wasn't really his house, his real one - I mean, it was his house in the dream, but not where he actually lived.

      ANYHOW

      He had a fish bow full of gold fishes. They were really cool looking. We decided to paint some rocks for them. I put my hand in a paper bag and pulled out this huge diamond rock thing and said it was beautiful. He told me I could have it.

      We decided we needed to bond with the fish, so we built a tiny raft and shrunk it down so it would fit in the bowl. We jumped in and shrunk small enough to fit on it and paddled around inside of the bowl.

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      I am in a car driving, there is someone that I am trying desperately to get away from. The car I'm driving in breaks down and I am left wandering through some really rich bourgeois neighborhood.

      I see a man in black look at me from across the road - he starts advancing towards me. I start frantically running up to houses and trying to get inside to seek safety. I find one door unlocked. The door belongs to a very nice, big, and neatly trimmed fancy house.

      There is a middle-aged couple standing in the living room. They want to know what I am doing in their living room, although they maintain welcoming smiles throughout the entire dream scene. I explain the situation, their response is that of welcome and friendliness. Next, I ask them where to find the restroom. They tell me that it is upstairs, located in the attic.

      I climb up a long, winding staircase that leads to a door at the top of the stairs. Behind the door is the bathroom. The room is just about three feet tall and very narrow and long. I have to climb and wiggle my way through on my stomach. The toilet is a fire-engine red color and very strange looking.

      It is at this point that I recognize that I am in a dream. I begin to push the ceiling and walls, molding them to fit me comfortable in the room so that I can stand and walk out the door. I go downstairs and walk out the front door as the couple is thanking me for stopping by with huge shit-eating grins on their faces.

      I walk up to the man in black who has been stalking the front of the house. He looks somewhat like a sniper and is holding a gun in his hand. He has a long black trench coat and dark sunglasses. I walk right up to him and tell him I know he can't hurt me. He immediately starts to melt away his once terrifying exterior until I can see that he is a relatively beautiful and interesting individual, even if he only exists in my mind.

      From there we went on a very strange, bizarre sort of walk around different beautiful dreamscapes. All the while I was aware that I was dreaming and went about procuring objects out of thin air and experimented with changing my surroundings. On more than one occasion I spun myself whenever I decided that I wanted to go somewhere else. The once-scary man in black maintained to follow me from dreamscape to dreamscape.

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      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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      In other news, I spaced on writing down my dreams this morning so my recall is somewhat blurry.

      BUT - I'm pretty cool, so I still have some material to go off of here.

      In my dream last night, I decided that I really wanted a dog. So, naturally I stumbled upon a cute pitbull puppy. I spent a really long time going around and debating people over what I should name him but nothing was settle upon.

      More different dream:

      I was driving in some sort of automobile contraption. It was really dark out and I parked the car and got out in front of a house. I was greeted by my small cousin where it was of utmost importance that we go to some destination. We entered the house and proceeded to the back yard where there was an endless line of trampolines and odd blocks and whatnot that we had to jump from thing to thing. I was jumping from trampoline to trampoline then up atop great walls, some of which hovered in midair.

      All in all I think I changed the world last night.

      End dream sequence.

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      I am living in a breaking down, small 1 room wooden house/shack majigger. I am brought there by a train. I seem to have travelled a long ways to get here. I stop before arriving to my house to buy a puppy. I am very happy to have him. I named him 'He who Defeats Death' for some reason or another.

      Before I enter my new home, a woman that I know comes by with her dog and asks if I could watch her for several days. I say that I would be more than happy to.

      I enter the room and the walls are covered in spray paint and photographs. Upon further inspection, I find a picture of me and some kids my age whom I do not recognize standing with the grand canyon in the backdrop (I have never been to the grand canyon in waking life).

      I am sitting in the room when I am roused by a friend knocking heavily on the door. She says I need to come outside, so I bring the dogs with me. The entire rest of the dream, the dog that was mine stayed by my side with no leash. The other dog I kept on a leash several hundred feet long. She kept jumping over cliffs and at one point got stuck in a canyon. I kept having to hoist her up with much effort.

      We had to take a train. There was some sort of important action that was taking place which oddly enough involved rousing the workers at starbucks, pleading with them to join us.

      I remember an explosion in the distance. Next, I was standing in the rubble and dust with empty city buildings looming up out of the barren landscape.

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      I am inside of a safeway standing in the aisle with two comrades. They're both loading up bags with all kinds of goods, seemingly not afraid of being caught in the least. They're telling me to get food for myself. I was feeling rather fearful, despite this, I went over to the produce section and grabbed a bag of mushrooms from which I began snacking. Almost immediately about six security guards began charging at me. I ran fast as I could out the store and went to hide in the alley next to the church by my house. It was night time and I witnessed a parade of shadows run right passed me.

      After hiding for some time, I emerged from the safety of the shadows and ran straight to my house.

      Two of my good friends were there. I got the urge to check foopee.com and saw there was a show that night with a whole bunch of wizard bands. It was for or five hours away but I really wanted to go.

      My one friend said he was already going, however I couldn't ride with him because he was meeting a girl. My other friend had to do homework. I took it upon myself to venture off alone to the show. Upon my arrival I saw that there was nobody there. I curled up in a ball on the driveway with a cat and waited. It was daytime now. Guys in trucks kept coming by asking if this was the place.

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      I'm being driven by my grandmother down a long and twisty road that seems to go on forever. We're having a very nice conversation as the car is swooping along over large mountains.

      Finally, she drops me off at this little western town. I get out of the car and it seems that my friends have founded their own town.

      One of my friends was missing, but I recieved a letter from him that said he had joined the army and they had made him a general. He also sent me some bubble gum.

      I was very confused as to why they accepted him in the army, let alone made him a general because he's loopsical sauce.

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      In the beginning, I am getting onto an airplane in the middle of a green field. The pilot unexpectantly dies and we begin to crash/ I push him aside and land right near my house.

      My house is almost like a palace, it is so huge. Upon entering my house I must go through a security checkpoint. There is an assembly meeting in my house. Powerful people from all over the world ar attending.

      So I'm stuck calling people to see if they'll donate to us. One man decides to donate his son. He says he'll also give us $20,000. I win an award for this and they lock the man in the basement and flood it with water.

      I see a huge group of my friends I've had over the years. They had to come find me because they needed a place to stay - it was no longer safe outside. We were standing in the street watching bombs and missiles shoot off into the sky - some of them resembled fireworks or shooting stars.

      I decided that we needed a bigger place inside to stay. We went exploring the house I was living in. My mom had been showing me rooms. She showed me one room then changed her mind and said I was forbidden to go there. I took everyone there and we found an ancient structure in a courtyard made of red brick, all the tops jutted up into huge extravagant points.

      As more bombs fell we decided it was high time we got out of there. We stole an airplane and I flew it. We could see bombs falling on the ground below and saw only patches of green surrounded by what was once beautiful that had harboured much life and beauty.

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      Alright so, I've never had a dream where I've done drugs and felt the effects in a dream, but this one was cool like that.

      I'm with my friends and we decide to take some L. Apparently my friend had some of Owsley's stuff and we all took like fifteen hits. We were standing around in my kitchen.

      This dream is going to be all over the place because I remember increments of it.

      We walk downtown and meet a bunch of weird people. There is a girl that is hugging me and I am confused. We walk over to this wall full of graffiti and it begins to melt and twist and there are particles and patterns everywhere.

      I decide it's of the utmost importance that I go to Ross because there is some sort of completely deranged meeting being held there. I go into the back and sit at a big table talking to strange men in business suits. One guy walks up and says, "Hey i'm winnie the pooh bear!" and then immediately starts fucking with me. One of my friends starts yelling at me and I hide behind a banister watching them change colors.

      I see on a really high up shelf there is a beautiful orange and blue different colored vase sitting next to a mannequin. I really want it and am trying to explain to someone that I want it, but he is under the impression I want the mannequin which is electronic and moving all over the place. I decide to run out of there and leave this group of employees dancing around a fire in the middle of the store.

      My bike is outside and I get on it and am having a difficult time riding it, watching the lines in the road move and swerve as they change colors. I end up doing a really high jump off of a cliff but land okay on the street.

      When I get home everyone is asking me where I was and I can barely tell them. I'm hugging everybody. I meet this guy who says he's gay and he dances with me. He's tall and blond with blue eyes.

      I go into my bathroom and my bath has expanded and everyone is taking a bubble bath so I get into this rainbow mesh of water. People keep coming in and talking to us.

      I decide to drive my car, except for some reason I'm driving my moms car and I'm talking to myself about how I shouldn't be driving in my condition.

      A lot more happened but I can't remember.

      "...and we want punks in the palace, 'cos punks got the loveliest dreams..." - A Silver Mt. Zion
      It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

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