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Last night was a combination of many dream fragments.

1.) I had a reoccurring, repetitive dream fragment about me forgetting to do something at work. Space anytime I have any of these dreams often wears out my mind, and I end up getting up several times during the night. I wonder if there is a way to prevent dreams like this from happening, so that I can simply work at my job effectively, without suffering during sleep.

2.) I am at a large gathering/party, and that there are many festivities going on. There was a brief dream fragment prior to this one about how I got to the festivities, and at first it was all taking place inside of a large venue/bar. However, as dreams Tended to do, the setting had completely changed by the end of this dream fragment, going into the next one.

3.) I wake up and get out of bed, and I head out to where the festivities are. At this point the area is one large outdoor strip, similar to a long street with a whole bunch of stands and a lot of people. As I am traveling down the street, I am overcome with hunger, and I head over towards a stand. There I see Bill from work getting food, and then deciding he didn't want the food, putting the Food back where he got it from. The food was some sort of southwestern Mixture of seasoned chips, salsa, and a whole bunch of fixings. So, in other words, nachos. ...

4.) For some reason, later on in the dream, I discovered that Cartman is there, and Cartman and Kyle are doing something together and decide to drive off on a motorcycle. As they are driving off, Cartman is telling me he's doing something specific, while trying to act overly innocent. Knowing Cartman, I knew that he was up to something, and I was afraid he was getting me back for something I did earlier, So I decided to find a motorcycle and follow far behind him so that I can tell where he is going. While doing so, we are coming across the road that sits right next to a cliffside into a canyon. Kyle and Cartman soon discovered me, and so they turn around to try to counter pursue me, but I Circumvent them driving around a statue that was sitting randomly next to the road. ... I am traveling down a hillside into the canyon with Kyle and Cartman driving after me, and as I stop, Kyle and Cartman in protest, telling me that they were trying to do something nice for me because of how angry I was at them earlier, And that I was ruining some big surprise. ... Very randomly, I gigantic rock golem begins to make its way out of the ground, which was the size of a Titan. With powers of that of a God, it declared that it would take Cartman, and separate his past self from his future self for all eternity, as the weather started becoming very very nasty. ... It all ended with me finding a used snickers bar, biting into it, and realizing that it was old.

I find it particularly interesting when a dream invokes more of a train of thought than simply a venture of sights and sounds. Though, like most dreams recently, this one is fragmented between many different happenings.

Yet, the more memorable sections, happening after my initial encounter with the strange POV version of what seemed similar to League of Legends, and the initial training session with a somehow remembered drama/theatre group from high school, I caught a glimpse of a highly luxurious part of an Unknown City, inside a few of the urban buildings. I heard the anonymous mentioning (a story being told to me) of a particular woman, who was either a queen, a princess, or a countess, who was so sheltered by her high-class pampering, and completely cut off from the public and the life of normal people, that she became psychologically distorted, and began hating the people outside out of massive distrust for all. Her heart was twisted all because of the walls that sheltered her; held her back from the world.
I found myself, then, in a very luxurious commercial space, with a number of high class vendors and restaurants along the way, with a window lining the left side of the hall as I gazed downward upon the city streets. I was wearing a very fancy vest with white shirt and tie underneath, and felt that I fit into this environment, … almost infiltrating-ly (since it was not something I would usually wear). I felt as if I was here out of posing as someone who was rich, or as a spy of some kind. As I explored this area, I began to rationalize the same about vampires, and most things hidden; such things could succeed living in urban spaces and we would know little about it, due to the sheltering of classes, the walls between people, and the countless amounts of forbidden, cut-off, and unexplored spaces in this Unknown City. Not any one person can be aware of everything that occurs within these walls at all times.
I managed to approach a high-class restaurant, but out of timidness or sudden disinterest, I decided to turn around and made my way towards the door leading outside. Oddly enough, while being a few stories above the street before, I was now suddenly transported to the street itself. It was a busy street, with many a small outlets, and lower-income stores. Anyone of these places had doors leading to some place that one can only guess based on the sign. I persisted to explore until coming across a bus area next to a school. The drama class that randomly appeared from before was about to head to their first great performance, and I was certain to avoid any of them noticing me (since for some reason, I was supposed to perform with them). I retreated back to my car, and decided to drive away from the bus.

Later glimpses in my dream consisted of a great air-battle between 3 factions and 1 evil faction. Strangely this evolved into a small room encounter between members of each fending off lights that turned people into zombies.

Yeah, ... normal dream-state madness alright.

Still... there was somewhat of a moral I manage to catch from the passing of all of these thoughts.

To explain before i dig into this particular dream, here are some variables that inspired it:

-I've recently been working together with two of my friends to assemble an electronica group (one with DJ experience, one with rock band experience, and I, the guy with hip-hop experience), and we've made considerable headway, with a few songs nearly finished! Its a very exciting project for me, and I plan on rocking peoples face off with it!

-Last night, I spent the night with my friends going clubbing, as a friend celebration for my recent birthday! Was an awesome time!

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Dreamtime...

I found myself in a nightclub, hanging out with a number of my friends. How the building was set up, I was lingering in the bar area, which was a long room stretching north to south, with the bar lining the long end on the west. There was an exit to the south, but there was also a doorway at the upper end of the west wall past the bar leading into the dance floor and concert hall. The stage took up the northern 3rd of the room, while everyone else were located within the lower 2/3rds, which was the dancefloor. ... I was sitting at a barstool, with a drink in my hand, talking to a cute girl, enjoying myself,... along with music playing in the background,... when I hear the music change...

... into something extremely familiar!

I gaze over and realize what just started playing, and a look of pure confusion took my expression. I immediately set my drink down, and brushed past people in approach of the dancefloor. I look on stage and notice two guys, both in white logo'd shirts and caps, one of them wearing a pair of stunner shades, plugging away at synthesizers, a DJ turntable set, and a laptop. The entire time, I have this look of pure distress, knowing that the music they were playing was mine! ... I ended up going to several people, some friends, some not, and yelling to them through the loud music that that wasn't their music! They stole mine and my friends music! ... On top of that, the main song they played was an unfinished song, which the liars on-stage apparently decided to re-arrange and finish,... so not only did they steal my music, but they CHANGED it.

I end up confronting them after their set, first acting like a fan giving props to them, and THEN going right to the throat by telling them "Y'know. That music sounds pretty damn familiar. Know why? Cause thats MY music! ... Yeah! ... So you best stop what you're doing right now before shit gets ugly!"

They retorted back at me, saying things like "We changed it man! Its ours!", and "Nobody knows who you are? Who's gonna care?". At one point, one of them looked to their counterpart, and started saying "What do you think man? Is this music going to sell or what?" ... the other one saying ... "Yeah man! This track is bangin'! We're going to make some mad sales with this sound!"

The rest of the dream seemed to be me, trying to think through exactly WHEN they could have stolen the music from us. It seemed to make NO sense, since none of our music was mixed down to MP3 or was anywhere outside the confines of my own computer. And so I really could do nothing but ride the confusion right on into waking.

...

I wonder if there was some message to take from this dream. Perhaps paranoia of a really bad, but unlikely scenario? Perhaps a re-enforcement of how great I think our music is thus far? ... (Unfortunately, since we IRL have nothing ready for public ears, it may be hard for you to paint the image correctly without an example.)

This is my first journal entry. I was not able to write the dream down. Instead, I spent time reviewing each part of the dream and comiting it to memory before getting out of bed.

My first conscious memory of the dream is that I am at work (I work in a kitchen/cafe at a recreation center), and I notice one of my co-workers going about his day (the one I enjoy working with the most). Sometime during my work, I wander into dry storage and I notice a strange book. From what I sense of the dream, I already knew it was there, and I had already read a part of it. Thing is, whenever I do read it, I sink into a deep trance, and I am focused on absolutely nothing but the book. The subject of the book contains some deep form of knowledge, parts of it like one dark story. The image I get is the atmosphere of a large dark forest/swamp that somehow extends through time, and the presence of shady figures that add the feeling of turbulence. ... The exact text or story I can't remember.

At one point in returning to the storage room, I pick up the book and notice a sheet of paper fall out of the front page, and it converts into the shape of a knight with a sword and shield, made out of paper. It tries to fend me off, as if trying to prevent me from touching the book, but I just swat at it, and pick up the book anyways.

A third visit to the storage room, I end up encountering the book again. This time however, as soon as I open it, I am sunk so deep into a trance that I end up finding myself lodged inside the book. I end up sensing a voice that commands me that I am not to leave the book until I have read all of it. I end up reading about a chapter before I start feeling claustrophobic, and am afraid that someone is going to come in and move the book, or set something on top of it, thus preventing me from leaving. I end up forcing my mind out of the book, and find myself standing in the storage area once again.

Then, I began to notice things here and there moving throughout the room. From what I was seeing, I assumed that there were some mischevious spirits in the room that were causing it. I shout out in the room, demanding for the spirit(s) to reveal themselves. Then, one of the shelves begin to stir, and another sheet of paper begins taking the form of a witch on a broomstick, and it starts flying around my head like its trying to attack me. I end up swatting IT away from me, and thats when I start feeling overwhelmed by the atmosphere around me, like there were more spirits that would attack. It is then I remember a technique of meditation; I begin imagining a shield surrounding me to keep unwanted entities out. ... The strange part about doing this, however, is that I start imagining a gauge of how strong my 'personal shield' is (1.00 suggests the minimum effective rate, 4.00 being the maximum. I reached a 2.96,... apparently. .... Dreams are weird, aren't they?)

Anyways, there is where my dream stopped.