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It was the dawn of time. I was an observer to what scholars call "The World's First Marriage." Adam and Eve were upon their fourth year on earth and humanity had existed along with them. Their marriage, however, was less than ideal. Most know the story of what happened at The Garden of Eden. What people today don't know is that the marriage never really recovered from that moment. Eve was deeply hurt by Adams thoughtless finger pointing when he was faced by his creator. She still remembered his words when God asked if he had disobeyed and I imagined that even after four years the words still stung: You gave me this woman and she gave me the fruit so I ate it! When push came to shove Adam threw his wife under the bus and, while I can not be sure, I don't think he ever apologized for what he had done. So here they were now a marriage strained by an act of unbelievable cowardice. It was obvious to me and everyone else that Eve was not happy. Many have even stated that Adam may not have been the best thing to happen to Eve which I found odd since Adam had (supposedly) come first.

It was night time and although man had only existed for four years he had already made leaps and bounds in progress. I was in the middle east and I saw that mankind had already begun erecting modern civilizations. I later found myself walking along a path towards a town. I am not sure as to weather or not I was part of a pedestrian convoy but I do remember that it was pitch black out and the path was thoroughly shaded by trees. There were guards standing along both sides of the path. They wore turbans and they were armed with AK-47s (to reiterate this is just four years after mankind was first created) I didn't like them. I think I may have had to sidestep some land mines that were planted along the path (four years).

I eventually came upon a town. The town appeared to be a middle eastern slum that was dimly lit by blue florescent lights and I really wanted to get inside (I think that the guards were eyeing me something fierce). I don't remember the details but I was able to find a nice woman who was more than willing to let me stay. The home's exterior had the appearance of a mortar concrete home but the interior was very modern with wooden flooring, concrete walls and ceiling and all the amenities of a typical first world home. The family was very nice but didn't get along terribly well. I remember that there was a fight among the family and then the city guards came in and told the family that they were being evicted.

They had no other choice but to leave immediately so they packed up and were ready to go. I was gone from the house and some time had passed, then I came across a tower in the middle of a meadow. I don't remember what had happened but I do remember that the guards there did not want me at that tower.

I was in my local church and I was meeting Barack Obama as a president of Poland. Sounds weird?
I was standing next to two bodyguards when something attacked us so we needed to hide quickly. We ran to the altar and opened secret doors on the floor.
Someone pushed me and I was falling down for a long time (like here). When I finally hit ground, I have met my dad! We were in some kind of tunnels. There was dark and wet everywhere. We have looked around and what we have seen?
Potatoes! They were there for a long time, but still not rotten.

I found some kind of doors and when I opened it I was in someone`s bedroom. One kid said something to me and I have sat on his bed. Then, suddenly chatbox like from Minecraft appeared. I tried to type "/setspawn" with my mind when I heard footsteps, I think it was his mother so I have run away.

I wannttt mMOOOORE SLEEEPPPP

Dream
OK so a lot of things happened but again recall is tricky
but I DID happen to remember that my brother and I were playing Roller Coaster Tycoon 2. It functioned like a multiplayer game, where the two of us could work on the park independently of the other. This really only worked out well because it was a dream, so we didn't end up doing something like putting down two of the same ride by accident because I always intuitively knew what he was doing.

we put down a bunch of small, thrilling rides, and I can distinctly remember the struggle to get the entrances and exits and queues and paths all properly laid out, owing mainly to the dream's apathy for consistent game behavior. This seems to be a trend in my dreams, that something will be working not quite as well as the usual, because it's a dream, and I'll get a little annoyed but fail to connect it with the fact that I'm dreaming. I want to turn that into a reality check but it's something that only happens in dreams so... maybe I should just do some visualizations and have myself reality check in response? I'm not suuuure.

Anyway once we had all the thrill rides laid out I was ready for money to start pouring in, because people were queueing all over the place. Like, all the rides were very popular. And yet. We failed to get rich. In fact, it looked more like we were actively losing money. I was like, what the heck, game? And then it turned out that since we'd put down only thrill rides, we were missing out on potential profits from the pansies of the world. The game flat-out showed us where to put down a merry-go-round, like that was the one thing we were missing. So we did. But I feel like I might've woken up shortly after so ohHHH WELL.

Something else about fighting large humanoid bugs.

oh whoops I forgot to post this ooOOPPSSS

My youngest two brothers and I are going through a building, which feels like a hospital. I'm unsure where we're going, only that I feel like there are forces pursuing my brothers and I have to keep them safe. My brother seems more mature than he is in waking life. I feel protective of them both because I am so much older than them.

I call my uncle who I am quite close to, and we speak on the phone for a little while. He has to hang up on me though, because he starts crying. He recently moved away from everything he ever knew to start a new life, and he has been lonely getting his new life started with his family. Having moved to a city where I knew no one, I understand his loneliness. I call him back immediately. He answers, and we speak some more. I can hear my cousin playing video games in the background, and then it's like I'm in the room with him and can see his living room and his daughter on the couch playing Call of Duty.

11/12/15

Dream 1: I was at a schoolies party with some friends at a holiday house. I can't remember too much of this dream anymore but I do remember pulling a bit long white and blue crusty thing from behind my teeth, sort of like congealed detergent, which was pretty disgusting. (Ps. I remembered this dream full of detail after I woke up only 2 hours after falling asleep, the earliest I think I've ever had a fully fledged dream, I have just forgot some of the details in the intervening space.)

Dream 2: I was going to a college, and instead of picking a science degree like I normally would, I decided to go for a special arts degree instead. I had the choice between three degrees, and the one I chose was about studying the history of magic (lolwut). I ended up slightly regretting my choice though, preferring the degree someone else did (forgot what it was called). All in all we had a welcome ceremony where the three students doing the three different courses got paired up with their teacher and so forth. My teacher was youngish man who had a worldly air about him but also seemed quite strict.
The lessons began and I progressed through the course, feeling like something was missing and having some regret. In the canteen one day I as sitting by myself as our area of study didn't really mingle with other people and I saw a bunch of science students come in, which triggered more pangs of regret. The next lesson my professor surprised me by making it a practical test of my magical abilities, putting me in an old, abandoned wing of the building and setting up a maze within the dust hallways and stacked furniture. Several magical creatures and obstacles were conjured up by him which I had to defeat/overcome. I was sufficiently adept at the course, I just struggled with motivation and wondering if I had made the right decision. Some time passed, and I was in front of a fish and chips shop near my house, talking about our respective courses and stuff with some people.

Dream 3: I was at a house party thrown by Sofia Vergara where we were all outside playing a sort of puzzle game. There was a vast garden with a concrete circle in the middle, split up into 12 or so segments. Behind each of the segments and also strewn across the garden were various monuments and objects. Each of the guests and Sofia stood in one of the segments and the game began; we had to use the clues of whosever turn it was to find out what object in the garden we were looking for. It happened to be Sofia's turn, so she was giving us clues about a monument with significance. I thought it might have been a menhir in a shallow pool which I could see, but it wasn't. Eventually the time ran out and she declared herself victorious, revealing that the answer was... the Taj Mahal, a smaller version of which was hidden behind a hedge far away in the garden. We all protested that we couldn't see that and it was unfair as she actually knew the contents of the garden, but she refused to listen an continues celebrating her win.

Dream 4: I was involved in some European news channel, crossing across all of the countries in Europe. There was a massive storm brewing, an I was shown reporters from all across the continent talking about the storm and its significance etc.

Just had to write this one down even though I don't remember most of it. It was one of those dreams I just loved, I don't know why, but it was just emotional and... fun? I don't know, but I really enjoyed it for some reason.

I was at the library. There was a guy there who did something bad, I don't remember what, but I shot him and killed him. I didn't get convicted of his murder so everyone hated me for it because they knew I was guilty, but I knew I had killed a bad man so I didn't care. After that, when I entered the library people would alienate me and give me angry looks. Everyone hated me. I was told that I was not allowed in the New Materials section for some reason, but I needed go to that section because I wanted to find a book that was written about me and the murder I committed. I could have told someone to find the book for me but I didn't want anyone to know what book I wanted, so I just wandered the library quietly.

So that's it. Again, I don't know why but I really enjoyed this dream. It's really hard to get the feel of a dream down in writing. It's like I enjoyed the fact that people couldn't stand me... weird.

There was a white building, to be entered by one person each day, alone, to solve a puzzle. The solving of the puzzle involved finding items in the building and putting them together somehow to create some part of a message. It wasn't like a jigsaw puzzle but it was like solving a mystery. The outside of the building looked like a white church but the inside was more like a house but it didn't have much stuff in it. While I was in there I felt like there were demons or little ghosts following me and I felt like I would be doomed or die if I didn't solve the puzzle for the day.

Then the next day my mom was in there and I was outside playing on some parallel bars with some kids and other people and I was worried about my mom being in there because of the demons but my mom came out and she was fine. One day a different woman went in to solve the puzzle and she had to go on a conveyor belt through a machine that tattooed her with weird tattoos that were supposed to help solve the mystery. I went in one day and found little vials and I thought I was going to have to drink poison but the vials just had words on them that I had to match up with words on other objects. I began to wonder if the demons were just in my imagination and it was just a game, but I was still a little scared. On several consecutive days I would walk into the building to do the puzzle and there would be a fat woman naked on the toilet and I would be embarrassed and walk away and would be annoyed because only one person is supposed to be in the building and I wanted to do the puzzle but she was already in there wasting time when she should be in there doing the puzzle.

In a different dream I went back to my room at my parents' house. It was different. Instead of being one, big, empty room, it was two little rooms connected together with a bunch of my stuff in there. It wasn't a mess, but just looked like I had been doing things in there and then suddenly left for a long time. I think in the first little room I had my own laundry room because I started picking up some of my clothes and putting them into the washer.

((So I'm sitting at work, then suddenly remember I did have a dream last night! But I can only remember a few details...))
Was in a feild, with abstract construction of buildings laying about. vans I think, bad people, evil organization I think. ((I will update if more comes, I'm mostly just posting to get back in the habit))

In my dream I am somewhere I don't recognize. I see someone kill a monster in the face with a chainsaw or something. I become lucid and start exploring/running trying to avoid these monsters. I can see different places where I am at. At the end of the dream I see a tunnel and it's fludding and I am trying to drive through it but its too watery. I also find a picture of someone probably someone who died in the monster attack...

+ my wife has gone to pay for the salmon we ate (I'm amazed that the vendor let us pay for it later), I go somewhere and see a newspaper sitting in a sink. I take it out and read it. I see articles about very old personal computers in it (apple II) which I find confusing, and check the date and yes, the newspaper is from the 1980s. I put it back in the sink but later I think I should have taken it with me.

+ outdoors, some trees around, a car, I'm waiting for something? and a guy comes up and offers to play frisbee he tosses it to me, and we throw it back and forth for a while across a large open dirt field. My best friend MR is there and he is talking about religion and I disagree with what he says.

+ In a church service, I come up behind the kids, they're giving them cookies and baked goods at the altar. There is N (bl ch girl, read) there with a cloth bag with a number of lemon/orange bars, and I ask if I can have one, fully expecting her to say yes. But she says no! I'm a bit miffed because she has a lot of them. She reaches into her mouth and takes out another lemon bar and offers it to me (looks unchewed and whole). I say "I don't want that! You took it out of your mouth!"

+ I'm in a play with girl N of the previous dream (lemon bar). I have taken my role at the last minute and I do not know my lines at all. I have my lines in my hand and I wonder if people will mind if I read my lines on stage. I think they probably won't. What shall I do, I certainly do not have time to learn them? Around the theater I ask the stage hands if they can get me a "period hat" (the play is set around the late 1800's?). Maybe I don't need one? They look at my hair (modern style) and decide yes I need a hat.

Our roles in the play call for us (me and the girl) to kiss on stage. I'm sitting outside with her and (she?) suggests that we should rehearse the kiss. She has never kissed anybody before. We kiss lightly a few times and she giggles and says "it feels funny!". I'm nervous because I know that if her dad sees us he'll kill me. There are people around but nobody is really taking notice. I suggest to the girl that we go somewhere private so nobody will see but she doest not want to go. I really want to go somewhere and make out with her.

Well,we all know what the title means,folks!People turning into zombies and stuffs.And for some reasons you become the survivor and all that cliche things.Well in this dream,I became the only survivor.(although I really rather die than running away from zombies,I mean,my tired face in that dream was so hilarious! )

So I was the only human and to start over a new human generation will be impossible because I couldn't really give birth to a baby with all the corrupted dicks,right?...Eh,that will be very disturbing.

But back to the chase,I tried very hard to escape from all the zombies,climbing up the roof of a building and there I was watching the eiffel tower from afar....With a horny zombie treating the tower like a dildo.(I will never see the tower like I used to,ever again.Damn it,horny zombie.)and to distract myself from the inappropriate view,I looked down,only to see angry mobs of zombies,NOT chasing me,but making love with each other.(Angry sex...Whoa)

As I was doing nothing on the roof,while also being forever alone*sigh*,more and more baby zombies were born and soon earth was just a pile of zomibies having sexual intercourses...Bondage...Doggy style...Big 69-You get the point guys.They also did it with the youngsters.

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And I was still ignored.

I couldn't remember much after this,but the dream ended with me shooting all the zombies and waving a flag,yelling,

"Now there is no more milk pudding and white balloon!"...Which is totally not related with the zombie dream,depending on its real context,of course.

I went to bed around 00:30 I believe. I woke up around.. 7? I stayed awake for at least an hour, did some reading in bed and eventually went back to sleep.

Fragment
» I'm somewhere in an urban area during daytime. I see my bicycle which was stolen 2 weeks ago. The wheels have been altered significantly, as well as the fenders, but I can still clearly tell it's my bike. Both the front and rear wheel have a chain lock on them. Near the back I can still see my green chain lock. This pisses me off. There are two people about. I wait for the thief so I can confront him.

The bicycle that got stolen in reality and the bicycle I saw in this dream are entirely different. I saw the bicycle that is still safely in my possession.

Scaly knee
This dream was quite dimly lighted. I'm walking around in an indoor swimming pool. I'm walking from one area to another. There's a girl standing at the edge of the pool, facing the pool and with her back to me. I tap her for a moment because I know her. It's Ewa. She turns around. Then I continue walking. My friend Sander is walking in the opposite direction and he tells me that he just took a break from a game that was being played in the other room and that I should take his place. It was a 3 vs. 3 game, rugby perhaps. I open the glass door to another area and enter it. I hold on to the side of the door for a long time, nearly getting my fingers stuck in between the door and the frame. There are just a few people in this area, though I don't remember who they were. One of them might have been a high school classmate. There are some big inflatables in the water. I walk along the edge of the water and stop for some reason and look at my right knee. I had a series of pimples or wounds there that are healing. I have a series of scabs that covers my whole knee. The strangest thing about them is that they look like they are made out of hard plastic. A boy asks me about them, but I don't think I pay any attention to him.

I feel like I'm at the bottom of the pool. My knee has made me realise that I'm dreaming. I consider again whether I should summon my friend Alexandra. I decide against it. It's better to first stabilise this dream. I slowly push the fingers of my left hand through the palm of my right hand. I truly believe it's possible and they go through easily. The sensation is unbelievable and indescribable. The idea that something moving through my hand should hurt me makes it feel slightly uncomfortable, but at the same time it's exhilarating. I feel this strange sensation not only in my hands, but also in my arms. I realise that there is practically no dream scene, as I'm supposedly at the bottom of a body of water, where little light reaches, though I didn't have any other indication that I was under water. I shout out 'stabilise!' (in English), but the sound is muffled and it sounds more like I whispered. I feel like it worked for just a second and would've worked better if the water hadn't messed up my command. At some point I realise that my eyes are closed. I'm afraid to open them, as I'm afraid that I will open my real eyes. I open them anyway and I remain in the dream. Next I notice that I've raised my arms. It feels very heavy to move them, as if I'm trying to raise them after an intense workout. I'm slightly concerned that I might be moving around in my bed and that I may have shouted in reality. In the end I may have softly heard an alarm beginning to go off, though I'm not certain about that.

The description of the lucid part is very long, but the lucid itself was less than a minute I'd say. Still, I am quite content with the fact that I had the sense of mind to attempt to stabilise the dream before doing anything else

hhaaaaa

Dream
Dreamed mom was telling me about this like, cross-country runner guy who'd been converted to Christianity. So I'm like okay hold that thought and we're at this strip mall place at night (kinda feels like I've been there before in another dream) and I get outta the parked car and make my way over to an ATM that gives me the deets on this guy.

So it shows a nice lil illustrative graphic video of him running all over the place in West Virginia, complete with little numbers showing how very far he's gone, and then he runs into this Christian dude who's got a pamphlet. And he's just kinda standing there in the path in the middle of nowhere waiting for the guy. And then the Christian dude says something challenging like "Jesus died for you, how can you be allowed to have your own pamphlet when you haven't-" and I feel like the cross-country runner guy and I both get the same thought like "...if the runner guy hasn't jumped off this cliff and died...!" like, y'know, to show his dedication and stuff, except then the Christian guy finishes his thought and it's something a lot more mundane.

So I'm like, unconvinced by this display, and then I have to eat a big bowl of cereal so I'm tryna hurry up and do that so I can get back to mom. Except then she just pulls up while I'm walking to her like yup here I am! And I'm like cool.

Once again I feel like there was somethin' else cool goin' on but apparently my recall is not THAT good so oohhhhhhhhhh well

I'm in a bank, dark outside the windows, small lamps on the wooden teller desks. There is only myself and one teller. She is a young, attractive blonde woman in very nice business clothes. I don't think she is a teller at all, someone a little higher in management. I ask what my balance is on my account and she says 6000€. I'm totally amazed, how did I get so much? After she says that she begins to flirt with me. Is it only because of the money I have that she is showing this interest? Despite thinking this, I feel good that she is showing interest in me. She puts her arms around my neck and begins to stroke the back of my neck.

I'm in the middle of the city and night. It might just be the evening though, it is dark. Orange street lights illuminate the old roads and tall buildings on either side. I see a friend of mine and she says she has hooked up her electricity to an older system and if I could add something to it. I look at it, it looks like wires everywhere. I try to adjust one and the light begin to flicker. I push the wire a little more until the power comes back. The whole system is really sensitive. She says her boyfriend is getting them a new cable card so they can hook up the electricity better.

I go to a old-timey bakery. There are lots of cakes on sale in the sale windows under the counter. I see they are selling the last ones of the day. I say I'll take them all. Back at my friends place, I see my sister and some other friends. I tell them that everyone can have cake, I feel good that I'm able to offer everyone cake. Everyone smiles and is ready for a piece.

I go and pick up the cakes. Back at the bakery I tell them I bought them and I'm going to pick them up. They say they don't have them anymore. I'm surprised, how is this possible? They say I shouldn't have just left the cakes here. I angrily take out a receipt and say that I arranged to pick them up later. They apologize and give me the cakes and the loafs of bread I reserved. The loaves look like large rocks, I see they have baked dried tomatoes and olives into them.

I'm back in the gas station doing a night shift. It's toward the end, the morning has come but it is still pitch black outside. I've been talking to the other employee all night and I feel guilty that I didn't do everything I was supposed to do. It's been a while. As I start to do my neglected jobs I see David Duchovny. I'm shocked. I can't believe it! Why is he here? I run to the other counter and say I have to take a break, ijust have to. I go downstairs into the locker room and pull a piece of thin cardboard. I need his autograph. I run upstairs and I see he has entered with Gillain Anderson and another man. I'm starstruck, I can barely blurt out "I love the X-files can I have your autograph?". Duchovny says he doesn't always want to be remembered as Mulder. I feel bad about it but I want to tell him what kind of massive effect the show had on me and how important it was and is still. I see a large line forming and I have to go take care of the line and I ask him if he and Gillian Anderson can sign my little ripped up piece of cardboard.

I go to the cash register. There is a large line and people are being rude, looking at me meanly. Some people are cutting in line and this aggravates me.

MILD(BEFORE SLEEP AND WBTB)

*There was an explaination of advice given as scene of a side of a mountain appeared. An unknown figure pointed to a board displaying the obstacle that was being talked about. The message was something along the lines of how drugs could distract you from the spiritual path so be careful.