Pelidc
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Last night, 6/15

Non-lucid, don't remember much, but setting was derived from middle school in Thief River Falls, but was different. Short, one-story, small, empty, square concrete school building with an outdoor pool on one side. Two poles with a human slingshot between on the other side to launch people into the pool. Gray in color, matching the cloudy skies. Skies are always cloudy in my dreams. Group of people (Kristi from Peru included) were using the slingshot. I was hesitant, as it looked as though it would fling me into the school building, but eventually I decided to do it. When I was flung out of it, I slowed down past the corner of the building in case I would hit it, but I didn't. (Moment of dream control? I think so.) Lazily flipped as speed returned past the building, landed in the pool. As in dream from two nights ago, while I was underwater I tried breathing in to increase buoyancy (had some cognitive dissonance about that as I was underwater but did it anyway.) Then panicked as I realized I just inhaled water, then was fine when I realized that I was asleep and breathing air. For a moment, I sat on the bottom of the pool, looking around breathing and then the dream stopped with my awareness of it.

Two nights ago, 6/14

Don't remember much, but was another flying dream. There are two types of flying dreams I have, but I only count one as a true flying dream. One is a "video game" flight dream, where I move freely through the air using WASD-and-mouse controls. This is usually just an extension of a dream taking place in a video game or something of the like, and the reality of the dream itself is suspended. Other type is actual flying, which involves effort of motion on my part, and usually takes the form of some sort of swimming motion or undulation to propel myself. Also, this type of flying frequently requires me to learn to become more agile. Initially I fly with great effort and slow speed, and then become more accustomed to my powers of flight and can bank and swoop with more ease. This dream was of the second sort.

Three nights ago, 6/13

Odd dream with a large wooden structure setting in the middle of a blue sunny ocean. Wooden structure seemed to be modeled after Minister's Treehouse stylings, which is where my dreams usually tend to go architecturally. Modern, rough wood forms with very open structure outside. Was video-game-flying in this one to work on aspects of the structure, Minecraft-style. Perhaps will call it Minecraft-flying. Was searching for things, playing a computer game with a spider character which was actually quite fun, but was only able to play for short bits at a time before plot kept pulling me away. Also, Usher song was played for me by someone, and I really liked it and was searching for a way to play it to listen to it. All that in accordance with the theme in my dreams of getting almost close enough to touch something but never quite there in a very Le Grand Meaulnes sense.

I was with my parents at night/dusk in Washington. We were in a place on the water with a lot of trees, darkly wooded. We were getting in the old rusty van we used to have, and my parents explained to me that we had to leave because if we didn't this one dude would kill us. He told us the recent stories of the deaths of several other prominent people in the area who somehow opposed the guy in a public forum, but then he killed them one by one. As he told me these stories I saw them happening, how he hunted them. So we left, but my dad handed me my old CD case. In it, there were a bunch of newspaper clippings and notes implicating this guy in his crimes. Somehow we got separated and I ended up in a little diner outside of town but still in the woods at night. The diner was pretty big and had faux-wood paneling. It seemed to be a house that was converted to a diner, as it had side rooms from the entryway that were used by employees. I tried to show a waitress my evidence to get it out there, and she believed me. I told her to take it and turn it in to the police as soon as she could. When she left the table, a couple of cops showed up to eat. I spoke with them casually for a minute, and then went to one of the backrooms that the waitress had put the evidence in. As I walked up to it, I saw that the lights were off and the door was open. The big bald guy from the bar that I threw out was in the dream, working for the murderer, and he was just stepping out of the room as I walked up. He had taken the evidence and was leaving to destroy it. As we locked eyes, I didn't know what to do to stop him and I woke up.

Second, at least, in a string of recent North Central dreams. Started out with me, just arrived and cleaning out my old locker. Found a bunch of old papers, old wallet with money in it, clothes, etc. Cut to night, Leah and I are on a rooftop naked, kissing and about to have sex when we realize that on three sides of us are the girls' dorms. They're all staring at us through their windows. Leah disappears for a second, then returns with a postcard from one of them saying something ending in "Kiss him for us, I know I would!" At this point, Leah's involvement in the dream ends. I'm standing there in front of them all, and they're all standing in their windows and they begin to sing. It's beautiful, and the disappointment at having to leave washes over me, as well as the expectation that I will not be able to stay again. I begin to cry, and walk away. I pass through an auditorium looking for Leah where a senior is giving his final performance, and I see Dr. Drago. I stop to say hi, move on. Leah isn't there, so I leave. For some reason, I'm still naked, holding a clump of clothes against myself. At this point, my nakedness doesn't matter and no one including myself is really aware of it. A couple of girls see that I'm upset and offer me a cup of hot chocolate with their group at the campus coffee shop which is incorrectly up the stairs from where we are. I appreciate the gesture, but for some reason we never reach the coffee shop. Once again, I am aware of my nakedness, and run into another identical building to get to my dorm to change. As I run up the stairs a few students stare at me in the foyer. Returning to my old mischievous self, I call to them as soon as I'm out of sight, pretending to be a figure of authority, and joke "Students, that young man is extremely inappropriate and must be kicked out immediately!" They find this very funny. I burst through the door of my empty dorm room and wake up.

The world had been taken over by a totalitarian regime, so Leah and I decided to escape to Peru. We took a plane there, and then as we left the airport we saw an endless column of tanks rolling out to take over the place. Leah and I avoided them and went out of the city. As we were walking across a field a little ways out, we saw a military train carrying tanks going by next to the field. There was a 10-foot tall pedestal in the middle of the field that I had not noticed before, and it had a rocket launcher mounted on the top. A boy ran out to it at about the last third of the train, and began shooting at the cars, blowing several up. Leah and I kept going; I was unsure if I would have attacked the train myself had I seen it, or kept my distance. We went into the woods bordering the field, and a river ran past through it with large concrete steps leading down the bank to it. They were mossy and slippery. A group of teenage-20 year old boys showed up and began harassing a smaller group of younger boys who were there already. I tried to lead Leah away from them, but we could only go through them to get where we were going because of the river. The leader of them noticed me as I walked past him reclining on the steps and asked me (without really giving me an option) to join him. I told him no, thank you and he explained that I didn't really have a choice because someone as good-looking as me was going to be with him. I stomped my foot right next to his face and explained that I was not going anywhere, and went on my way. They began to give chase, and then I woke up.

The world had been taken over by a totalitarian regime, so Leah and I decided to escape to Peru. We took a plane there, and then as we left the airport we saw an endless column of tanks rolling out to take over the place. Leah and I avoided them and went out of the city. As we were walking across a field a little ways out, we saw a military train carrying tanks going by next to the field. There was a 10-foot tall pedestal in the middle of the field that I had not noticed before, and it had a rocket launcher mounted on the top. A boy ran out to it at about the last third of the train, and began shooting at the cars, blowing several up. Leah and I kept going; I was unsure if I would have attacked the train myself had I seen it, or kept my distance. We went into the woods bordering the field, and a river ran past through it with large concrete steps leading down the bank to it. They were mossy and slippery. A group of teenage-20 year old boys showed up and began harassing a smaller group of younger boys who were there already. I tried to lead Leah away from them, but we could only go through them to get where we were going because of the river. The leader of them noticed me as I walked past him reclining on the steps and asked me (without really giving me an option) to join him. I told him no, thank you and he explained that I didn't really have a choice because someone as good-looking as me was going to be with him. I stomped my foot right next to his face and explained that I was not going anywhere, and went on my way. They began to give chase, and then I woke up.