Kamus
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So, this one is a really lengthy dream, although I recall very little of the actual length. It is a recurring dream, since I dreamed of the beginning of the story yesterday, and it continued today. And the finale is probably from another dream, or they were altogether a massive giant dream, who knows.

I first remember being in a mall with my friends, we were chatting and laughing, at what I did not know what. The next thing I can remember is some sort of lady, dressed in a business-like way, appearing out of nowhere, and the mall starts to turn into a school. One frickin' huge school.
Something happens, class begins, and me and all my friends are now being taught by a very ill-mannered teacher, hm.
This goes on for days, and I don't remember much of the classes we were taking, I think I just chatted with my friends the whole time. That may or may not be true.
One day, going to school, I get lost. This is the time I realize how huge the building was, as I was running for more than 10 minutes around, trying to find my way back to the classroom. As I opened one door, I stepped inside what appeared to be a train station, much like London's train station. Plus, there was a bus moving in the middle of the crowd.

Again, everything gets fuzzy in my memory, and that's when I think I moved to another dream. Or maybe I took another direction in the one I was in.
I was running down some sort of park, full of trees, trying to find something, at the time I was not sure. After much exploring ( The park, I remember now, was a darker version of my town's central park. Much darker, indeed.)
And when I reached the end of the park, I saw what I was looking for. A Small crypt in the left side of the park. Pleased that I'd finally found it, I start to walk in it's direction, the only thought inside my head being "But I've looked here before, how can it be here now?". Reaching the crypt, I see a flair of steps leading downwards, to the very core of the crypt. Next to me, some sort of priest was waiting, his skin was so pale that he looked like a corpse. His face was not well-cared either. He moves his arm towards the steps, as if to tell me to go down there. And that's what I do. Reaching the end of the stairs, what greets me is not some macabre skeleton show like I was hoping it would be, but, guess what, another classroom. With stone chairs. Don't try to make sense out of it, I didn't. The priest walks to the very end of the room, and starts lecturing us in the ways of Lucid Dreaming. Or that's what he said he'd do, but instead he starts to ask random questions, the last one being about mathematics.
That's all I remember, but I'm sure that it lasted through hours, days. Maybe weeks, even.

So, decided to try the WILD method this afternoon, failed miserably, didn't even had sleep paralysis, but it was not fruitless. I fell asleep, and I dreamed.
The first thing I remember was going at Yodel's, a restaurant in the USA, with a friend of mine. Strangely, something happened before so that the restaurant was breeding some sort of giant cow, and inside, all the waitresses were using only panties and bikinis, plain white ones, but there you go. We - me and my friend - walked to the end of the line, and waited for everybody else to make their orders. When it was finally our turn, my friend, who does not speaks English, had some trouble ordering. Weirdly, he ended up ordering some crackers ( these, to be exact. ). Then we discovered the clerk girl spoke Portuguese, our mother language, but his order remained the same. I ordered a bottle of water, and a slice of peanut butter pie, but I never got to taste it, or at least I don't remember doing.
Everything next is fuzzy.
Then, I was on an Airport, waiting for something. It looked very ordinary, and kind of endless, but blue was the main color of it. The chairs were comfortable, and I left my backpack on top of another chair, which, at some moment, was being used by a girl, playing with anything that was inside the backpack. Her father, who looked very much alike Terry Crews, noticed his daughter's doing, and started to call her back, when suddenly, a giant car-thing appeared out of nowhere and was about to kill his daughter, along with my precious backpack. He stopped the car with his arms, and started shaking it, scaring the pilot, and then he proceeded to grab my almost-ruined backpack, take it to the middle of a group of people, and ask them who owned that bag. Someone sitting right in front of him said he was, so Terry Crews, or his twin brother, threw the backpack at him, muttering something, while the sitting man just smiled, and taunted him with something I did not quite understand. I walked, a bit angry, in his direction, and snatched my backpack out of his hands, and I was walking away when he started to taunt me as well, something about "Fixing it in his house" or something, I didn't really understood what he meant by that. Still doesn't.
That's it.

Okay, this is my first Dream Journal entry. I Might as well say this now: I have bad dream recall, thus my working on this.
I do not know how many dreams I had, nor which ones I am describing here. I will begin with what I first remember.

In this dream, I was a child, a boy, probably on a school trip. I remember being in some sort of mall, with lots of food shops around. All of the other children were eating at McDonald's, and I was eyeing this one girl, sitting there with the other little girls. Something happened, and I wanted to pee. Looking around, I saw no signs of a bathroom, so I decided to open the zipper on my jeans, and pee inside the trash bin. Don't worry, it was the organic-labelled one. The dream gets cloudy here, and the next thing I remember was exiting some place, probably a bathroom, and going to another restaurant.

Now, I do not recall which one it was, but I may have seen it in one of Amsterdam's airports. Or was it London's airports? Well. I enter it, and one of the clerk guys offered me some sort of food with blue cheese and a beer, I do recall that beer being an English one. I order it, and then someone I know inside the dream appears. A woman, no more than 30 years old, but I do not recall her face. Only that she was wearing something that may have been pink. She starts to scold me for not being with the other children at McDonald's, and my comeback to that is:

"But McDonald's is the worst place to eat! They make horrible burgers."

Now, it gets cloudy again. I remember eating what I ordered, some sort of cheese sticks and...I do not recall what else, but they were absolutely delicious, creamy and gooey and cheesy and wonderful. And, I may speak, I've never eaten blue cheese in my entire life. The same woman appears again, and I offer her some of my food, saying something like "Here, you will understand what I mean.". She proves it, and, like me, finds it wonderful.
"See? I told you it was good." I tell her. I offer my food again, saying we could share, and that is all I remember from this dream.

Now, in the next dream, I was in an Airplane, the last seat. It was preparing to leave, so I was getting ready, buckling my seatbelt and everything. Then, the airplane departs, and I'm no longer seeing myself, but the airplane, as if my eyes were a camera on the top of it. Lots of ducks were flying, trying to avoid the turbines, and the pilot comments on it. "Lots of ducks here, we're going to move to another place.".
Suddenly, the plane has legs. Mechanical legs, of course, that I was not seeing. But I was hearing the heavy smashing sounds. Even with legs, it was going at 300km/h, according to the pilot. More travelling, and finally, we find some sort of downwards highway, in which the plane starts to fly.
That's all I remember.

That's it, folks.

Oh, yeah, in some part of it, I may have been playing Rift Online, and, astonished, may have tried to ask around whether the game was in an early open beta or not.
Fin.