Crime Doesn't Pay

[ThumpOfDreams]

December 7, 2009 The following are dreams that occurred the night of December 6, 2009 and the morning of December 7, 2009. I recalled a total of five, which means I had many more but only remember five clearly and distinctively. I have not typed all five of them below because several of their elusive details I can not remember. Some of them also contain sensitive information I would rather not disclose. All of the following dreams were written down shortly after I woke up, so they are fairly accurate to the actual ones. Dream #1: I’m still in my bed and it appears that I have been woken shortly after falling asleep. I see police helicopters and their lights through the blinds. I proceed to shove an individual blind up and make out several police cars surrounding the neighbor’s house. The police helicopters are shining their spotlights on the garage of the house as police officers edge forward with their guns drawn. The garage door opens revealing two men in brown leather coats. I notice that there is a stack of fertilizer as well as numerous other materials stacked against the garage wall. One man (the farthest from the garage door) is tackled. The other man gets on his knees and puts his hands on the back of his head. One of the police officers shoots his gun at point blank range. The bullet finds its target and its victim drops dead. In shock I get out of my bed, head towards the bedroom door, and open it. Right outside of my door, I find Megan standing there. We are both bewildered at the fact that we see each other standing on the other side of the door. I explain to her that the cops just busted a house and shot a man dead. She looks frightened and mutters, “Oh my god.” She then walks over to my window and peers out the blinds.

[Mzzkc]

Lol, Thump. I hope you realize the title of that post is the title of your DJ. ^.^ Looking forward to reading the others if you ever get the chance to write them up.

[ThumpOfDreams]

08.12.2009 Rocks and Castles (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Dream #2: I am walking along a rock wall, possibly on the side of a mountain, and turn left into a small, circular cave. There is at least a foot of water covering the cave floor. There is something unique about the water though. It has its own current and looks very much like the work of clay animations. The ground shakes and my vision becomes blurred as a castle about my approximate height rises from the depths of the pool of water. I trudge through the water and arrive at the castle’s miniscule gates. I reach out with my right hand to touch the gates and a near blinding white light disorients me. When I am able to see again, I find myself in a kitchen with proportions that do not match the castle’s exterior. Instead, the kitchen closely matches my grandma’s in size, color, and distribution of cabinets. I know exactly where the bowls are and pull one out for myself. I snatch what looks like Cocoa Puffs and attempt to pour it into my bowl. As soon as I try to though, the castle becomes unleveled and starts tilting back and forth making my bowl slide across the countertop. I somehow manage to fill my bowl up with cereal, milk, and a silver spoon, but I do not get to eat it because my dream decides to end.

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15.12.2009 Drifting Off (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Though I had several dreams last night, none of them was as significant as what I experienced before I actually lost consciousness. The following is what I can only explain as a possible conscious REM period. I know little on the subject, but you maybe able to figure out what happened by reading this. Just like every night, I go to bed and listen to my iPod in order to fall asleep. I will usually experience some fading in and out of sound when I start dozing off. Last night I can remember the music going faint and slow and then speeding up and getting louder when I would focus on it. Unlike all the other nights, I heard a sound inside my head that sounded extremely close to the slamming of a door. Believing at the time that someone had slammed a door closed, I opened my eyes. What I saw confused me at the least. Instead of the ceiling, I saw a top view of my bedroom. I then had the sensation of falling towards my room, and my stomach jumped. My vision came back into focus and i could see my ceiling. I was frightened greatly by what had just happened and tried to reason with myself. I turned on my lamp and then waited until my stomach felt better to fall back asleep.

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23.12.2009 Boats and Drinks (Sounds Like a Party) (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID It starts off with me at team boating practice inside a gym at my high school. We practice racing each other, but each team only has one double-sided oar. I come up with the idea of me rowing solo, and my team and I end up winning one of the races. While on my way back to the starting line, Chris (a guy on my team) asks me if he can have a ride home right then. I explain the situation to Ms. H (our coach) and she lets us leave early. As soon as I walk through the gym doors into the locker area, Casey (also on my team) comes from behind me running, turns me around, and proceeds to kiss me and push me up against a locker. I was hesitant at first, but I then started to kiss her back. After a few seconds we break apart. I look at her and ask her in a confused tone of voice, "What was that for?" She then responds, "I'm sorry I didn't invite you to the party, but I didn't want to come out and say that to you." A little ticked off, I shrug my shoulders, shoot a confused look at Nick who was in the locker room at the time, and walk off. I find Chris in the halls, and he asks me if I want to see where they keep all the confiscated and alcoholic drinks. I tell him, "Yeah, let's do it." I follow him to a storage room at the end of a hall. He opens up the door and I see pallets bearing the weight of Monster, No Fear, and many other energy drinks. Chris then starts to search for any alcohol, while I sift through the energy drinks. We both hear someone approaching the room and hide behind stacks of drinks. My dream cuts off there.

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13.01.2010 In School (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID It started off with me as well as other students changing clothes in the P.E. locker room. For apparently no reason at all, a Freshman tries to deck me in the face. I didn't want to beat the hell out of a Freshman, but the kid was determined to connect a punch. In interest of self defense, I started raining down blows (He was considerabley shorter than I was) until he was in a fetal position on the ground. The whole locker room broke into laughter at the Freshman's failed attempt. Afraid of the repercussions, I slipped out of the locker room as quickly as I could. Next on my schedule was lunch. While I was waiting in one of the lunch lines, I spotted the Freshman I had clobbered. His face was a blend of red to purple hues where my fists had made impact. After receiving my tray, I found a table to sit down at. Right next to me at the table was H. W. who was talking about how he (though he had not) had helped me beat up a Freshman. I started shushing him because at that moment the principal was walking by. Of course the principal had heard H.W.'s words and told me to "go to the office" while pointing to a door several feet behind him. When I entered the room it was less like an office and more like a hospital waiting room. Though I must admit the waiting room was the smallest room I had ever been in, enough only for a handful of people to stand (which there happened to be). The door in front of me opened and a man who looked like a doctor asked for the next person. I got a peek through the cracked door of what was inside. On one end of the room there was a student laying face down on an examining table. I could see needles stuck into every other individual vertebrae. Needles also littered the floor where the doctor stood. I backed away and someone volunteered to go first. I knew that there was no way that I was going to let them "punish" or sedate me. It was vital that I got out of the school quickly. When I tried the door I came in through, I found it was locked. Then it came to me what I should do when I saw the closet door lying adjacent to the only escape. I first knocked on the door from which I came from and hid in the closet. A teacher opened the door just enough to fit her fat head in. Then I acted. I flung the the closet door open as fast as I physically could. The closet door made impact with the office door and the teacher, pushing them both out of my way. Then I sprinted through the open door and past the stunned teacher. I continued until I was out in the parking lot. I spotted T.C. who tossed me his keys to his Dodge pick-up truck. All of the sudden though, I was struck with incredible fatigue and collapsed in the grass. I wasn't about to give up then, not before I was out of their grip. With all my remaining energy, I dug into the ground with my elbows and preceded to slowly crawl towards my last hope of escape. And then my dream ended. H.W. and T.C. are real characters I do not wish to name for privacy reasons.

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22.01.2010 The Last Remaining Light (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID And again with the shoot 'em up dreams . . . My brother and I are sitting in the front yard next to an open campfire. There are no lights illuminating the streets or beaming through house windows, making the campfire our only source of light. My Civic is parked parallel on the street in front of the house. Suddenly the fire flickers and almost goes all the way out. I hear yelps and see a Mercedes full of mobsters tearing down the street towards us. I associate this occurrence with the absence of the campfire and tell my brother to "blow on the fire" while I unlock and start the Civic. After his unsuccessful attempt to restore the fire, my brother sprints to the Civic and hops in. We take off in a manner that dramatically changes how many miles per gallon my Civic gets. The mobsters pursue us as well as many of their accomplices. We both take turns shooting through the window with our TMPs at the mobsters who are surrounding my car. After a long car chase, we exit the Civic and take refuge in a nearby basement. My brother and I find cover and watch the stairs for any activity. Mobsters start pouring down the stairs, and my brother and I begin to lay waste to their organization with our SMGs and team tactics. The body count rises as more mobsters find their way to the floor. -Ends- I think I finally figured out how I'm going to format this. Thanks for the inspiration Mzzkc!!!