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I wasn't going to record this dream because I don't really care for it, but it was sort of funny, so I thought "what the heck?!"

I was a character on a cartoon show. (So the whole dream looked like an animated cartoon.) I don't know if it was one from RL, but it was really stupid. At first me and the other characters on the show were playing a video game, but we weren't doing so well so we had to do something creative.
Some of the other characters went into the upstairs bathroom and (god knows where they got this stuff) made a giant ball of plastic balls, put a horse in the middle (so the horse could control it like a hamster ball) and held the entire thing together with barbed wire. (I know, dream logic.) Everyone got inside.
But, we soon realized we were stuck since the thing was held together with barbed wire, and it rolled out of the house and started rolling around the neighborhood of this cartoon universe collecting people like a giant calamari ball. The other cartoon characters asked me for help, I just yelled for my friend. The ball rolled into a lake and stopped.
K showed up in cartoon form and started to cut the barbed wire apart. Everyone fell out of the ball.

I remember running or running away - could have been a chase dream.

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00:00 Tuesday 2013-12-24 comp #16 night #12 LD #14

01:54 bedtime

07:21

F1) lampshade

08:57

1) F says my work area is very dirty: you chop up insects, you do (other things) , etc, all over the place,, I see it and agree it's very dirty: tools and clippings of things are all over the place. I ask him to please show me his secrets to how he sets up his work surfac. He says come here I'll show you. He started showing me how he sets up his work surface by nailing a yoga mat stretched over a large piece of wood. F shows me several small custom video game computers about the size of a cell phone obviously home made with about 8 buttons/speakers on front. One game is a jedi lightsaber fight, he programmed them in hardware with chips. I play it a bit, I push a button and the little figure on the screen does a stab/lunch with his shiny lightsaber. It has good music effects as well, F said he used a radio program API to do the sound. F went to a conference show off his creations, I thought to myself, I wonder what happens if you move one player on top of another player, I think his game may not handle this case and one player would disappear behind the other player, and this would be a glitch. But no, when this happened, the wookie hugs the other player and a little message pops up. I would love to make games and little electronic projects the way F does.

2) approaching the rebel base command center with some other young computer hacker DCs. The base is surrounded with huge rectangular force fields, there is lots of security. There are a lot of busses approaching a drop-off area. There is a big field of radio controlled communication dishes. Some are old models, some are newer ones. One hacker says "look at the enemy antennas!" I (or DC?) say "What do you mean 'enemy antennas'?, that's a standard (some model name) model! I used to reprogram them to play (some game)" I'm looking at these antennas and I see one is a really old, decrepit model. I'm remembering that one could be reprogrammed to play a simple game. I/someone pulled a lynch pin out from the base of an antennae pole and I think that we should put it back in.

3) Walking by a table with playdough on it, the playdough has gotten too hot and it is melted and nasty, somebody is upset about this.

In kitchen to get a glass of water. I go to a cupboard around to the right to get a glasss (they're odd shaped/tall, kind of hour-glass shaped), I go to the sink, there is a teapot with many strips of frozen chicken standing vertically inside it, and all around. The women in the kitchen are defrosting it. I'm trying to get water to flow from the pot/faucet into my glass without hitting the chicken because 1) I don't want raw chicken juice in my water, and 2) the women might get upset that I'm interfering with the defrosting process by making it defrost faster . I turn on the water and it starts flowing over the defrosting chicken. I can't turn off the water for a while, I try different places to turn it off, you have to push down on the tap as well as rotating it to the correct location. It finally turns off. They say it's not the location, it's how far down you push it.

4) on a road leading in to a tunnel, there is a jedi lightsaber battle. Good/bad guys not clear, not sure what side I'm on. I do a force-pull of a lightsaber that is on the ground and start battling with one guy. The lightsabers keep falling down, I keep looking for them and trying to do force-pull to me. I remembered a legend, of an unbelievably strong jedi, who went into his last battle against insurmountable odds. At the end he was covered in wounds and perished, but he defeated multitudes of opponents before succumbing.

5) (not sure this waking) I'm walking on a road with trees and see a duck fly by, it can change the color of rubber dish gloves. I start flying, I have two yellow rubber dish gloves, there is some random DC flying 20 feet to my left watching me. I will the gloves to change color to blue, and they change. Then back to yellow. Then I try to change to red, and the color comes out more like orange, half-way from yellow to red.

Later on down the road, I'm on a bicycle and the random DC is too, we're approaching a checkpoint, I stop my bike to the left side of the road, and the DC is going too fast, I tell him to slow down, he makes a fast curving path to the left with his left foot out to prevent a fall, but he manages to hold on and not fall over.

10:07 BTB close to sleep, body rocking hallucinations, close to sleep, disturbed by wife.

10:56 LD #14

6) In a dark (but not pitch black) random room, nothing notable in the room, I start feeling like I'm becoming lucid, "Hey I'm getting lucid in real life again! Whoa....I'm dreaming!" I take a few more steps deeper into the room with widely-open eyes and a sense of wonder/surprise, and then I'm awake in bed.

A few days before, I was walking in waking life and had a very strong impression of becoming lucid: things became crystal clear, people were kind of shining, it was very much a "dream feeling", lasted about 10 seconds. Thus the "lucid in real life again" in the dream.

I was working for the police and I was part of the team that was raiding a meth lab, but it was my meth lab we were raiding so rather than searching for evidence I was hiding it in any way I could. It wasn't just my meth lab, there were a group of us in this police team who owned the lab so we were all working together to hide the evidence from the ones who weren't in on it. It was very stressful as we seemed to have an endless amount of contraband in this lab which I was stashing under beds, inside the walls, even in the dish washer in a hopeless attempt to hide the evidence.

12-19-2013 -- [Two detailed lucids today, surrounded by days of nothing even memorable. Sigh! But these two dreams were really cool!] I am in a supermarket that seems familiar, though I cannot identify the exact chain or location. There is a bit with managers and entering through turnstiles or something that seem vaguely reminiscent of other recent dreams, then soon I am wandering the aisles. Eventually I come across an aisle that has snack cakes, and among the various offerings are the Little Debbie Christmas Cakes that I enjoy. But for some reason the packs have been broken up, and the individual plastic-wrapped two packs are being offered for sale, and a few of them are a new strawberry flavor, rather than my usual preferred chocolate flavored ones. Since I don't know if they are any good, I decide to open one and eat it, to test how I like it, so I can decide if I want to buy a bunch of them or not. I figure I will just take the wrapper to the register with whatever else I decide to purchase, and pay for them all at once. I don't really like the strawberry ones that much, but I still want to get some of the chocolate.

Suddenly I find I have left the store, and I don't know why, but I am kind of worried about it. I never paid for the one I ate, and even if I go back, they are going to be mad at me, and darn it, I don't even know why I left! I find myself in an odd blend of California and Omaha that I have dreamed of before. I am on a freeway that is a cross between the 22 in California and I-680 in Omaha. I am trying to figure out exactly where I am and where the store was and get back to it, and I seem to be driving Joe L's Lexus SUV. I am just starting to turn a corner while muttering about pizza, and a nearby cop hears me and calls me over. I am worried about a ticket or something, but no, he just points to an NYPD (New York Pizza Deli) and says it is his favorite. Soon after, some rough looking guys in a beat up van (who look like they could be real trouble) are flagging me down ... to make their own recommendation! Nuts, all of them!

Soon I am back on the freeway, heading north, but the car has disappeared, and I am now flying along. Soon I am flying through a building, and some woman is attacking me, saying something about how because I am flying, I killed her husband. I think my dead mom is trying to argue with her about it. Meanwhile, I am just trying to get away from the crazy woman when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I glance back to find a ghostly angel flying above me. I think it is Louie Anderson [and it took me perhaps 45 minutes to find him on the internet to identify him ... though it turns out he is not dead in real life, like I thought], who apologizes for her, saying she doesn't really mean it, she is just upset about his death. Though I had nothing to do with Louie's death, somehow I help his wife to easily pass on to join him, and the two of them fly off to heaven.

Meanwhile, they have carried me far higher into the air than I usually manage to fly on my own, and I find myself up around maybe thirty stories in the air, and am flying back toward the ground. I am worried about hitting the power lines and such, which are everywhere, and almost forming a net waiting for me, but the positive aspects of the dream hold, and I easily sail through them without getting caught up, until I am back at a level I am comfortable with, 20 to 30 feet in the air. I am now getting fairly close to where I think the store is, but I find myself flying through the middle of a generic shopping mall (not one of the specific ones I often dream of). I am now flying south through this mall, heading for an exit, but there are a couple of sisters (at least I assume they are sisters, as they look quite similar.) They are large women, bulky, but not seriously fat. They remind me of a cross between one of my relatives and a balloon artist named Patricia Bunnell. They are kind of chasing me and trying to catch me for my daring to be different and unique, and having the ability to fly.

I speed up and try to fly to the exit, but they sense what I am doing. "He's trying to escape," they scream, and rush to the doors ahead of me, blocking them off so I can't get through. So I turn around and start to fly in the opposite direction, figuring I will lose them, and find another set of doors to exit out of. Problem is, others start to chase me, more out of interest than the anger the two women were showing. One guy and his wife are close, and he manages to grab my leg even though I am right up by the ceiling, because he is 9 or 10 feet tall, with long arms. Darn it! I keep trying to slip his grasp and fly away, and as they hold on to me, they both figure out how to fly, and are soon able to fly on their own. "How is this possible?" she asks. "It's a dream," I reply. "We're all dreaming?" I don't want to be rude and tell her she is probably only a figment of my imagination, so I hedge and say "I only know that I am dreaming." "Well, how did you get so smart about dreams?" And I start to explain to her how I started making lists of my dreams back in high school, and by now have thousands of dreams written down to learn from. I also hint at the fact that since I know I am dreaming, I might find somebody to have some fun with.

By this point, right as I am considering landing and trying to lose myself in the crowd, we exit through some doors on the west side of the mall, and the couple let go of me, and decide to fly off on their own to their own adventure. I'm pleased to find I am finally free, and am about to soar off and resume trying to find the grocery store, when suddenly somebody else latches on to me. I find it is a tall, attractive, rather Nordic blonde with a thick Nordic accent. "How?" she demands of me, as we drift through the air. I start explaining about knowing you are dreaming as I wrap my arms around her. I tell her she is warm and safe and protected. I won't let anything happen to her. I steal a line from Douglas Adams and explain that flying is really quite simple ... you just have to throw yourself at the ground, and miss. But I stress it's the bit about missing that is important, because otherwise it can be kind of painful. I wrap my arms further around her as she chuckles, very close to feeling her up as I continue this wonderful new technique of seduction by teaching flying.

12-19-2013 -- [Sleeping poorly, kept waking up, but I think eventually I was only dreaming I was waking up. Weird stuff. Lucid. Sex, rape, and violence ahead.] I am driving along in Joe's SUV when somehow the power steering goes out, but it is really strange and kind of intermittent. I think I am trying to do some sort of mystery shop or something, though I am not really sure. Anyway the steering is almost impossible at one slow speed, and then works fine at another speed just slightly slower or slightly faster, and I am trying to get the perfect speed so that I can actually manage to drive the car. I think there is a tiny bit about talking to my sister (maybe), or perhaps not. The first bits are rather choppy, as again, I think I am drifting in and out of sleep. Maybe.

I find myself at a hotel, and I seem to be kind of changing out beer barrel-like bottles of soda syrup for the fountain drinks, and as part of a mystery shop am somehow taking one of the large barrels and trying to load it into the bike with a basket that the car has turned in to. I manage to get it into the basket, and am trying to get the bike lined up so that I can try to drive out of here, when a couple of crazy (but kind of attractive) Oriental women come driving up in their car. I am somehow several yards away from my bike, all of a sudden, walking toward it, when they start to back up right into where the bike is sitting. I'm calling out "No!" and they are winking and smirking at me, making sure that I know that they know exactly what they are doing. They crush and mangle the bike between their car and the wall, and I am suddenly furious. Thing is, I know I am dreaming, but I am furious that they are intentionally messing with me.

Spoiler for sex and rape:

I stalk toward them, explaining that this is a dream, and it is my dream, and I can really make them pay for messing with me, and I decide "You screwed me by wrecking my bike, so I am going to screw both of you ... literally." They are now frightened and start backing away from me. I want to make it as bad as possible, so I drop my pants, grab my penis, and start stretching it and pumping it and working it until it gets longer and longer, thicker and thicker. Soon it is massive. Meanwhile, the two Oriental women are getting smaller and smaller, until they only stand 3 1/2 or 4 feet tall. I grab the first one, roughly strip off her clothes, then shove myself into her. I shove further and further, until with a bit of a pop, the barest tip of my penis forces its way out her mouth from the inside. I finally pull out of her and grab the other one, and start to do the same thing, but I find myself thinking I stopped just the smallest bit too soon, and should have pushed just a little bit farther, until the entire head pushed out, rather than just the top two or three millimeters of the crown.

I am just about done anyway, when this rough looking character seems to want to come to their aid. I can tell that he is a thief, so I decide to get a little more revenge by letting him know that the two women (who are staying in the hotel) have something very valuable in their suite. So he leaves them and starts upstairs, to break into the suite. Meanwhile I just fly up the side of the building, sneak in the window, and grab whatever the valuable is, not only stealing it, but framing the thief in the process. Mess with me in my dream, will you? I'm casually making my way out the window when the thief triggers an alarm or something, and he comes rushing to the window. He throws himself out, using some kind of harness or parachute to slow his descent, and as he leaps, he spots me and realizes he has been set up.

I have no harness, parachute or gadgets, but I don't need any ... its my dream! I fly down several stories, and fly into a parking garage, mostly under control, just slightly wild, and almost knock over a couple walking through the garage. I am not 100% sure, but they look like they are probably Rose and Mickey from Doctor Who. Meanwhile, police cars are screaming into the area to check on the alarm, and Rose and Mickey realize they are in the wrong place at the wrong time. They duck behind a car as a police car drives by, swinging it's search light into the parking garage. (At this point I notice that the front of the police car is slightly crumpled, like it has been in an accident, though this fact has no affect on the dream.) I turn myself invisible before the cop can see me, but Mickey is getting more and more nervous, and suddenly makes a break for it, making himself look horribly guilty, and attracting the attention of all the police.

He is quickly caught, and he has no reason to try and protect me, so he explains about the guy who flew out of the hotel and into the parking garage, and then turned invisible. The cop is kind of skeptical, but glancing around the area, as I try to shift away from him, it seems he can catch glimpses of my movement out of the corner of his eye. He suddenly calls out to all the other police that he caught a glimpse of one of "them", someone with some sort of power who turned themselves invisible. Suddenly I am backing up from a bunch of cops reaching out and grabbing for my invisible figure in a scene very reminiscent of Harry Potter backing away from Filch and Snape in the first movie. Suddenly there are six or seven cops, male and female, plain-clothes and in uniform, all chasing me. They can't see me, except a brief flicker in the corner of the eye, but that's enough to keep them crowding ever closer. A couple of them are blindfolded, to enhance their other senses, and one of them seems to be a strange whip-creature, flailing long, thin tentacles at me, trying to score a touch which I somehow know might poison me, and things are getting tighter and tighter.

I make a break for it, and try to fly out of the structure, but somehow they have been getting ready for me, and there are strong, but thin, nearly invisible wires strung everywhere that I trigger and have to punch my way through to get out of the parking garage, and when I do, that drops a strong, heavy net on me. By this time, I have had enough. I turn visible as I tear apart the net, and am soon surrounded by the cops. I start to warn them off. "This is a dream. It is my dream. I am all-powerful in it." I point to one guy. "Your pants are going to fall!" Suddenly his pants are around his ankles. I point at another. "You're about to trip." He flops over backward onto his butt. "Sorry for this!" I point at another one and transform him into some sort of furry animal, perhaps a weasel. I can clearly remember another lucid dream I once had, where it was starting to turn into a nightmare (can be read here) and explain to the cops that I could conjure up a full-blown nuke and blow the entire dreamscape to kingdom come. "Do you really want to mess with me?!?" Most of the cops start backing off, but one big black cop (when I wrote the dream down, I knew specifically who he looked like, but didn't write it down, and now it is gone) is stupidly brave or an absolute idiot, and grabs me, so I tell him he is going to fall down and his stomach is going to explode. The others are seriously backing off now, but not quick enough to avoid being lightly coated with bits of blood and skin as his belly explodes over everyone.

I start to fly off, but everybody who has been in the area is now convinced I am a god, and I am surrounded by people calling out for me to do things for them. Some are nothing more than greedy, selfish users who just want wealth and valuables, but many others are desperate, homeless, or horribly sick or injured. The ones who are truly in need, I feel for, but I am not god, I am just dreaming. I am only limited by what I can conceive of, but the mass of people calling out for help are large enough that it is more than I can conceive of. I land in a convertible next to a slim, attractive blonde woman, and I pull aside her top and start playing with her nipples, but neither of us are really into it. I just can't stop thinking about all these hurting people.

Meanwhile, I spot another thin woman who is not so attractive, and is very hillbilly-ish. She seems to be a cross between the wife of the farmer who gets turned into the 'Edgar suit' in the first Men in Black movie and Cletus's wife on the Simpsons, and she is calling out for help for her husband, who cannot leave their car. I glance over at him, and he has a cheap mechanical heart made from a gallon milk jug, sitting in an almost non-existent torso, and is obviously in bad shape. This is at least somewhat beyond me, but I lay hands on him and start to pray for him, hoping I have enough faith to do some good. Thankfully new skin starts to grow around his torso, and I seem to have managed to bring forth some serious healing for him. One of their kids is a teenage daughter who no longer believes in anything at all, and I am trying to figure out some way to help her, but that one is going to take some thinking. They have a slightly younger son who is a little pudgy, and reminds me a bit of Pugsley from the Addams Family, who is working on some sort of school assignment, and is trying to make either a sword or a musical instrument (which it is changes moment to moment) from a bit of scrap, and I move over to him to start doing something.

The mom is trying to stop me, not wanting me to do it for him, as she wants him to get whatever grade he earns, and learn from the experiment. Instead she calls out for me to just make him some candy or something. But she doesn't realize what I am doing. I am not making whatever it is for him, I am just changing the scrap he is working with into a very fine and valuable piece of lumber so that if he does fine enough work with it, the finished product may be worth a lot of money. Leaving him to do the work, but greatly increasing the potential value of that work. As soon as I finish that, I wave my hand and the candy the mother asked for rains down on both children.

11-27-2013 -- [Dreams are weird! Slept all night, many hours, dreamed almost nothing, or at least nothing I could remember. Was sitting in bed this morning, mostly awake and relaxing. Drifted off for a couple minutes, and had the following crazy, all-over-the-place dream that is longer and more detailed than almost anything I have dreamed for a week or two.]

So I am standing around at the Falador west mine, trying to do some mining when a blue structure that looks much like the TARDIS appears next to me, and several vaguely monkey-like aliens start spilling out of it like some sort of bizarre flash mob, and seem to be ready to attack me, except suddenly I hear this whistling sound getting louder and louder as a shadow appears on the ground, and everything shakes as a falling star crashes to earth right next to me. This thing is quite large, and I think it has to be at least a size 8 or 9. I run over to make the tag and collect the bonus xp when there is a second bang, and a small star (size 1 or 2) slams down right next to it. I am wondering if I am going to be able to collect the bonus xp twice. But as I try to touch the second star, things shift.

I find myself on a small, sandy hill, kind of sinking into the sand, trying to keep my balance, and as I glance at the mini map, I find I have shifted perhaps a quarter of a screen over, and start trying to make it back to where the two stars just landed, except something seems to be trying to keep me away. It's really weird. I finally manage to force myself back to the right spot, except the stars are gone, the alien flash mob is gone, and the blue TARDIS-like box has turned into a cross between a large robot suit and an astronaut's outfit. I'm kind of walking around it when a government agent who is dressed kind of like a 30s hard-boiled detective, and looks kind of Mel Gibson shows up. He thinks I am the alien who arrived in the suit, and is trying to force me back into it so he can lock me in it and cart me off to experiment on or something.

I am wrestling with him, trying to get away, while explaining that I am not the alien, when the truck that we are standing behind starts to move. He throws me to the ground, hopefully so that I will be unharmed as the truck passes over me, but since it is very close to the ground, he may just be trying to get me ran over. Sigh. But thankfully the truck only moves a couple of inches, then stops. I stand up and find myself standing next to what almost seems to be the Mystery Machine from Scooby Doo, and as I turn, I see my online friend Maddie, who seems to be pulling a t-shirt over her head. "Hey, I'm almost nude, changing clothes here," she snaps at me, and I turn my back to her, while turning red.

A few seconds later she taps me on the shoulder and as I start to turn around, I find myself in a sort of maze of dark, narrow passages in what seems to be a food storage area in a sort of large restaurant kitchen. I am winding my way through shelves of food supplies and prep tables and the like, avoiding a slightly glowing yellow goo on the floor that I am trying desperately not to step in. Dangerous, icky stuff. I manage to walk out of the area backward, while still managing to avoid stepping in anything, and find myself in a large, wide open warehouse loading dock area that is still quite dark, but lights are just starting to flash on all over the place as people come running in trying to find out who has broken in and why.

11-24-2013 -- [First lengthy, detailed dream I have had in several days.] Am in a church which is a cross between Pine Castle UMC (the balcony above the narthex) and Buena Park First Church of the Nazarene (the physical location and the rest of the building layout.) I seem to be Harry Potter, and it is dark and quite late at night. There are no lights, but I am sitting on the floor of the balcony watching a small television that seems to somehow be showing one of the later Harry Potter movies or something, and I am learning secrets that will eventually let me beat Voldemort. Problem is, I hear angry muttering, and when I peer over the balcony, I can see Voldemort down by the pulpit. He is watching the same thing on a much larger screen, and is getting more and more angry about what he is seeing.

At this point I am a very young Harry Potter, and I know Voldemort could probably destroy me easily, and he can see the flickering light of the television I am watching from where he is, even if he can't see me. I somehow know that as he gets angrier, he will end up destroying me and the balcony. But then I realize, he can't see me, he can't hear me, and there are no lights anywhere except the slight flicker from the tv screens, if I am slow and quiet, I can open up one of the doors to the stairs, climb down into the narthex, then exit out one of the double glass doors on the side, and I should be able to run away without being seen. Perhaps I can put enough distance between us that I should be able to hide for a while.

I follow my plan, and make it out the doors, expecting an explosion all the while, but I manage to get outside before anything happens. I run along the side of Shamlin Hall, then reach the brick fence and start to climb it. Oddly, unlike all the past dreams I have had about climbing these fences, and into these yards, there are no big dogs chasing at me. As soon as I think this, a gray dog comes running up, but it is a little smaller than usual, and isn't barking nearly so much. I hold out a hand for it to sniff, then pick it up, and seem to have made a friend of it, which is a nice change. [I have dreamed about climbing fences in the area and cutting through or hiding in yards through here many times, but this time is a lot smoother than usual.]

I am cutting across to reach Orangethorpe as usual, but I soon find myself in the middle of a sort of park with a couple of softball fields, and some people are playing. I have no intention of joining in, but I do pass through the area, avoiding both the kids and adults who are playing. Oddly, I run into Captain Jack (character from Doctor Who), dressed as a ball player, and flirting with everyone around him, whether male, female, or child.

I continue on, and soon find myself standing on Orangethorpe, at a cross between a sort of bus stop and a food truck, and I run into some of the Scoobie Gang. Giles is here, though he almost immediately takes off looking for help. I think Buffy is on patrol. But Willow is here, and is seriously injured. She has a badly mangled arm that will probably never be whole again, unless I do something. I pick her up in my arms, and twist her bad arm in a way that it really shouldn't bend, but then I start pouring healing magic into it, and it starts to heal and straighten in a remarkable way. With some time to rest, she is going to end up being just fine. I leave her with her friends, and wander off into the night, worn and exhausted.

I am weak and tired, I have exhausted all my magic in healing Willow, and I am just stumbling through the parking lot of a somewhat worn apartment complex. There is a dirty blonde, probably in her mid-30s, sleeping in her car in the parking lot. She is poor, dirty, not in the best shape, and she is kind of propositioning me. I guess in this dream the power Voldemort knows not is probably sex, rather than love, because I decide to have sex with her, knowing that will recharge my core. I climb into the car, and have sex with her, though the dream kind of skips past that. I am feeling a bit better, and have kind of partly recharged, when I get the odd feeling we are being watched.

We are parked next to a sort of a repair truck ... the kind that might be a real repair truck, or might be something that the FBI is using to spy on people. I am trying to stare into this truck, somehow thinking it is where they are spying on us from, when I hear someone opening up the passenger side door of the car, and I am not able to react fast enough as the door is torn open, I am pulled out, and am beaten and knocked unconscious. When I come to, I am being dragged through a parking lot by a guy in fatigues, as he also pulls along the dirty blonde I was with. Problem is, though he knocked me out, and my head hurts, I did finish 'recharging' my core, first. He doesn't even know what is happening at first, as I morph my body to look like his, then morph his to look like me. After that, I hit him with a kind of an imperious, so he won't be able to say anything. I am still dizzy from being knocked out, and he is dizzy from the mind control, so we're kind of stumbling along keeping each other upright.

We're in a sort of large junk yard, with scrap all around us, and I am guessing he and his people have made their base here. Another soldier dressed in fatigues comes up, and seems to think he has the right to beat up on the other guy (since he looks like me and I him) and he starts to attack him, but I turn around and kill him, then stick him through a narrow hole in the fence that leads to a sort of truck yard, and I hope he won't be found until after I find my way out of here. We keep staggering through the junk yard, and we eventually find our way back to Orangethorpe. By this time I am nearly back to 100%. I let the girl go, then I knock out the soldier who had originally knocked me out, and finally I morph into an entirely new disguise so hopefully nobody can recognize me.

I make my way back to the food truck (which is slowly changing into a couple of tents containing some sort of buffet at what is seeming to be turning into a college campus) looking for any of the Scoobies, as well as anybody who may be spying on them for Voldemort (how I figure I must have been captured), and ready to thrash any soldiers I might find watching them, while I hope my disguise is good enough if Voldy himself should come by.

11-20-2013 -- [Getting back to the dreams after a bad few days, at least I think I am.] I am Harry Potter, and I think the time is the summer before the fourth year. I am not sure about everything, but there is just a hint that this may be a time travel dream. (ie I have already been through the entire Harry Potter book series, and have now traveled back in time, and may be able to do things differently, this time around.)

I find myself going through some battles and situations that I can barely remember, but may involve some pranks and something with the Weasley twins, and in some way that I can't quite bring to mind, we have given Snape something that he wanted, which has caused him to retire, so he won't be bothering us anymore. I now find myself in some kind of a cross between a school and a church, talking with Dumbledore and Mcgonagall. Hermione is here, and is working on some sort of 'important' summer project that seems to be planning out a summer menu (how much food will be needed, etc) for herself, her parents, and her six animals, which to me doesn't seem all that important of a project after all.

But after dealing with magic and powers and making things fly and the like, I am more than willing to take a few minutes to help Hermione with her project. So I am sitting down to read everything she has done on it so far, including accidentally knocking off a couple of the lightly taped sheets that show each days' food choices. So I am reading the project and trying to re-affix loose papers and make all the right comments. Meanwhile, Dumbledore and Mcgonagall are not too sure about our plans, and is worried I might do something stupid. But I am explaining that I understand all of Hermione's project, so I must be nearly as brilliant as she is.

Dumbledore brings up my poor grades in math and my almost failing the class, and I mention that it has nothing to do with not understanding and being able to do the math, but with being late all the time, missing classes, and not turning in homework. I think about offering to take an additional test, right now, to prove that I really know the stuff, but also find myself remembering the teacher at the beginning of Brandon Sanderson's The Rithmatists and figuring it might not work, anyway. While I am discussing this with the two professors (who don't really believe me) we all seem to be climbing around the stands in a stadium.

Finally the professors decide to leave me be, and I soon find myself spending a little time with Hermione and her parents, trying to get permission for our plans for the summer. Somehow I have managed to claim my inheritance, or my position as head of house Potter or something, and have broken things off with the Dursleys, and Hermione and I plan to stay together for the summer as we make plans. But of course, her parents aren't too sure about this, and her dad needs to try and intimidate me a bit to make sure we aren't planning to do anything untoward. He doesn't need to worry right now, though, as we are still a little too young for such things. Maybe next year.

Anyway, eventually Hermione's parents have agreed, and now all we have to do is to convince the Church of England that it is OK. They seem to be the only ones who we still have to convince, and as we are sitting in the large church building, waiting for the priest or minister that we need to convince that everything is all right, I am petting a black and white cat who usually runs from everybody, but is in just the right mood to be petted today. Meanwhile, Hermione is complaining that things are boring here in the church, and she wishes we were somewhere else. I point out that it is only for a short time, and that all we have to do is be good, and we can do almost anything (just nothing naughty) to pass the time.

James Earl Jones turns out to be the minister, looking and sounding like the version of him I just saw yesterday in an episode of Frasier (where he is a blind man in a rest home, and Frasier breaks the life mask of his dead wife), and it only takes a little bit of conversation with him to convince him that all is good. Unfortunately he has another person with him, who is a church elder or something, and he seems to be the prig who played the Principal in Ferris Bueller's Day Off (which I also watched part of in the last two days) and who is a huge prude who doesn't want these two young people to be spending any time alone together. He is asking me about my history, and I am kind of explaining about the Dursleys neglect and abuse, and he doesn't believe it, and claims the Dursleys are upstanding members of the congregation. But the minister explains that he has seen hints of the things I have been talking about.

Asked about our immediate plans, I seem to have something to do for a day or two, then Hermione and I are going to be staying with the Weasleys for a few days, and we may be getting a room at the Leaky Cauldron, which in this dream is located near Covington Cross, not Kings Cross. The guy is still with us, and it seems we were going to a theater to see a movie, so he follows us there, and tries to tell us to sit in front of him, but Hermione confronts him about this, then leads me by the hand to a different section where we are out of his sight, then holds my hand and leans into me as we get comfortable and start to watch the movie. [Nothing super exciting, but some interesting guest stars and some detail to enjoy. Beats the last few days, anyway.]

[Old dream from somewhere in October or early November, for some reason forgotten when it was dreamed, and remembered in fair detail a month or two later.] I find myself driving around a very new gated community, have no idea how I have gotten here for the moment, but I can remember working security here a few months (or perhaps couple of years) previous, controlling access in and out while the various construction trucks were building the place. Now I am back, and I seem to be driving around in a car that is kind of turning into a golf cart (and eventually into a go kart) as I putter around the area, admiring how nice the grounds and things have been landscaped since I was last here.

Unfortunately I eventually run into the security guard who now is monitoring the area, and he doesn't know how I have gotten in, but is very mad at me, and has no interest in extending any professional courtesy, or cutting me any slack because I used to work in his position. In fact, he seems to be afraid of me, or jealous of me, and he decides to hassle me and start chasing me around. Since he refuses to open up the gate and let me out, I end up driving my golf cart over a small landscaped berm (think of the planter Greg Jones drove his car over at the Buena Park Little Caesar's many years ago) to escape the complex.

It feels like I am somewhere up around Lake Mary, perhaps in or right by the Heathrow development, and I end up driving south, heading down toward Orlando on my golf cart, but unfortunately the security guard has decided to challenge me, and is now racing me in his own golf cart, but since he has the finances of the entire development company behind him, he has a faster, newer, more built up kart, and also has people driving diesel trucks and trying to run me off the road to ensure he wins. On the other hand, I am a better driver, and know the area better, so I am holding my own as we race back to Orlando.

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11-19-2013 -- I am at a house which is a cross between the Pageant house and Rosemary's place, and there have been some issues with having rent. Oddly, however, I seem to be the person who collects rent from everybody in the house and pays it to Rosemary, and since I haven't been here in a while, everybody is behind, and trying to collect it all means that my not having my part is somewhat hidden, and doesn't seem to be all that big of a deal.

Somehow Keith and Melody are here, and they are chatting with me, and the place also feels like the three story apartment complex that I frequently have visited in my dreams. We are chatting away, and one of them mentions something that makes me flash back to a visit to Walt Disney World last week where I ran into Graham Murphy doing some streetmosphere, and somehow I find myself sitting in my car on my cell phone, having called him up to tell him how good the schtick that he'd been doing was. Problem is, I had only been passing by, and he didn't even know I was there, and now calling him to mention it, he is afraid I am stalking him or something, so it just feels weird, and I regret making the phone call.

But I find myself missing Disney, and thinking how long it has been since I've been there (never mind that I was there just last week), and I end up hinting at Melody and Keith that if they need a good idea for Christmas gifts, tickets or an annual pass to Disney would be a great idea! Soon the dream shifts, and I find myself walking into a bookstore that is half Waldenbooks, and half the bookstore from the 10 cent sale dream that was posted here. It is pitch black, and late in the evening, but as I walk in the light comes on like I triggered a motion sensor. There are two or three employees at the register area, and I kind of say hello as I start to wander to the places in the store where I found the new 3 Investigator books and was looking for the comic strip books. As I approach the back of the store (where in the other dream the store grew into several different buildings) things shift to where I am in a library with Giles, finding myself one aisle over from where I want to be, while talking with Giles about a fantasy novel for Buffy or Willow, like out of another recent dream.

Soon things shift again, and I find I am in the middle of a security shift at a cross between the House of Imports and Orlando Paving. Oddly, I have been here since 9 pm and it is now 3 am, and the staff has only just left. I am hungry, and plan to run down the block to 7-Eleven to get some food, but first figure I ought to make a call-in to the office. Problem is, the line that would usually be a machine, where I leave a message that all is well, is answered by a person who instantly assumes I am calling to say I am done with the shift, and is marking me off, when that is not what I am doing!

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11-22-2013 -- In a strange, kind of dark feeling house, walking around with my laptop computer. Several people are here, and they are doing Rithmatist-like drawings that they bring to life ala Sanderson's books, and they can use a kind of code to set commands for the chalklings. I have a sort of breakthrough, and have chalked out a few simple commands that are so powerful that I don't have to actually draw out detailed chalklings, I just kind of stutter my chalk on the ground ......... and I have created 10 or 20 chalk bullets that fire off at all of my opponents. They can't defend against them or oppose them, it is just too quick and too powerful.

Since I've just reached the point of being able to do this, and I have no desire to kill people or anything, I just keep firing off 'bullets' long enough to tear through their chalklings and tear down their shields and expose them, then I stop so that they lose, but are unharmed. Though I can't point to anything in particular, there is a sort of an English feel to the whole thing, though whether in location or accents or what, I can't say. Anyway, as this is going on, I am in my underwear, and am walking around trying to find my clothes. I step into the bathroom long enough to get dressed, but am really trying to hurry because I need to get out of the bathroom so that my mentor can use it.

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11-23-2013 -- [Very short, but quite clear and detailed scene, which made it kind of interesting to dream, even if not exciting.] I am walking through the Buena Park Mall parking lot, right by the auto repair place. I am kind of in a group of a bunch of people, and we are all getting ready to jaywalk across Dale, but many of them are in a hurry, and just run into the road while there is all kinds of traffic, causing people to slam on brakes and swerve and stuff like that, while I wait, walking along the street until all the current cars have passed, and there is a significant gap in the traffic, then I jog across in complete safety.

Once I have crossed the street, I continue walking down Dale to Greenleaf, then cut across to Hickory, heading home. There is a lot of water in the gutter, and yet you can only see it from certain angles, and I detour a couple of extra feet into the street so that I can splash through water that is only about a half an inch deep, rather than having to get soaked in the stuff that is three or four inches deep, then I make my way onto the sidewalk, and continue walking home. I give a wave to a couple of neighbors, including Marie, and perhaps the house next to Ted, walking down the block. When I reach the Goodwins, they don't seem to have anything to say to me, but I think they may be gossiping about me, so I may have ticked them off somehow.

When I reach the Hickory house and step inside, I find several people there, including a bunch of people from two or three television shows, though I can't now remember all of them. The only male (beside me) is Angel, and there are two others from Buffy, perhaps Cordy and Willow, and several attractive women from other shows, though not any of the Charmed ones. Somehow a coffee machine has been possessed, and has started sliding around the table, and then slowly other inanimate things start sliding around as well, and it is kind of spooky. Angel is revealing that it is probably because of him, he thinks he is losing control of his vampire nature, and is really, really down about it, and the others are starting to get mad at him. I remind them that if he is starting to lose control, then he hasn't lost control yet, and there is no reason to be mad at him yet, though we should be watching him to make sure we can keep people safe if he does lose control.

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11-24-2013 -- Can't remember almost anything of details, and only remembered even that the dream happened right before I went to sleep, but suddenly recalled a dream where I was back at the Golden Horseshoe Revue, performing again. Got the job performing there here. Can't remember any details, but was wandering around on stage or in the audience, singing and dancing, while making my way around the servers. Though there are no details, I still enjoyed the return to the dream.

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11-25-2013 -- Somehow Dave D. and I are sitting somewhere listening to BC, who is going on and on to a girlfriend of hers about how Keith T. was a dirty old man going through a mid-life crisis and trying to hit on her, but she wanted nothing to do with him because he was so ridiculously old, and we are cringing each time she says this, as all four of us (Dave, myself, BC, and KT) are just about the same age, but she is making us feel old and worthless. Anyway, BC is turning into my sister, Melody, for some reason, and is driving me around. Not quite sure why, but she eventually decides it is time to stop. We are parked across the street from a hotel that is several stories tall, and that I have dreamed about before. For some reason we are going into this hotel and getting a meal at a restaurant inside.

I start to cross the street to reach the hotel, but Melody just turns around and walks into a hotel across the street. I am confused, until I look up. They seem to be sister hotels, and every three or four floors, they have bridges running between the two hotels, so you can go up in either hotel and cross to the other. The bridges seem to cross at a bit of an angle, though, connecting floor four of one to five of the other. Eight on one to nine on the other, and then another connecting maybe floor 14 to 15. I get into one of the elevators, which is huge (like the elevators in the Haunted Mansion, except they actually move, instead of just the ceiling stretching.) Eventually I am getting to the place that I want (I think floor 17), but oddly enough, the floors skip a bunch, and it is like floor 18 is the only upper floor the elevator goes to, and I want floor 17. It's doubly weird, because there literally aren't any floors between about 9 and 17, and it is just a really strange pair of buildings.

I get out of the elevator, and make my way to the restaurant, and Melody isn't here yet. I wander around looking for her, and catch no sign of her, but I do find a lot of people who work in the restaurant, and who are just standing around gossiping with each other. Then I turn a corner, and my eyes pass over a redhead before snapping back. Wait a minute, I know her. It is the female cop from Kindergarten Cop who is supposed to be the teacher until she gets sick, and Arnold S. has to take over as the teacher. I have dreamed of her in this hotel before (though whether I really have or not I can't really say, it might just be within this dream) and we seem to have hit it off and been on the edge of a relationship, until my vacation ended. So I casually walk up to her (knowing she could be on a stakeout and not wanting to give her away) and say I just got back in town and thought I would say hello. Before she can reply, I wake up again.

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11-25-2013 -- I am in a police station, reporting that I had a car stolen (instead of it breaking down) about 15 months ago, and how I have been unemployed since then, because nobody was willing to hire me. I am almost ready to start my CDL class, except I need to have records showing how the car was stolen, keeping me from working for over a year, and I am having to explain how I have a vehicle to drive, but it isn't in good enough shape to use for mystery shopping or courier work, and the cops seem to be accusing me of things until I can explain enough of what happened that they decide to believe me, and to start looking for my stolen car, though after this much time they will almost certainly never find it. [Very close to real life, except in real life it broke down, and there were never any police involved. But my cars are always being stolen in my dreams.]

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11-25-2013 -- [A bad night for sleeping. Waking constantly, and my dreams are short and disjointed, and I think I am only talking in my sleep, not even realizing I was dreaming until I wake again and realize I can't do that stuff in my bed. Very disjointed, and not worth much as dreams. A whole night of almost nothing but fragments.] I am working a mystery shop at one of the Chevrons hidden behind another gas station or two, a place I have often dreamed of before. This time through, it is a family owned place, kept clean and managed well, and everybody recognizes me and knows I am there to mystery shop them. They are asking me how everything is, and if everything is OK, and I am saying it all looks great, before remembering this is one of the places that always has more than four signs in the windows. I glance at the windows, and neon signs galore.

I start to backpeddle, commenting on the signs, "but you don't care about that, do you?" knowing I will have to report it as I do every time I do this location, but nobody seems to let it worry them. I spot them unwrapping several brand new pumps, and though they are not ready to actually put them out and hook them up, I have to ask them to roll one of them out by the others and set it next to one of the old ones so I can get a required picture to send back to the company. Nice people, they don't have any problems with this.

23rd of December 2013 (1)

This is only a dream fragment.

It started somewhere at a beach. There was the water on the one side and huge cliffs around on the other sides.

For some reason I was fighting my friend Ashe with a sniper rifle. We both tried to kill each other.

However we never hit each other except once, when I hit her knee with a yellow soft-air bullet, but it seemed to have no effect on her. I didn't have enough real bullets, so I sometimes put soft-air bullets into my rifle.

There were other friends and family members around, but they didn't do anything to help me except once, when someone threw some real sniper rifle bullets on the sand. I had to pick them them up.

Ashe had a different weapon, which was much smaller.
When I used all the real bullets, I had only soft air bullets left. I realized I had to get ammunition.
Me and another friend went to my father's car and drove to a store.



23rd of December 2013 (2)

This is only a dream fragment.

I was somewhere in France and wanted to go to London with a friend. We were looking for a nice house to rent there. We wanted to go there by car, but after a few kilometers we ended up somewhere in the hinterland. There were fields with wheat around, but no road to London.

The next thing I remember is when we were in London and could see the houses of parliament next to a dirty river. We were on the other river bank. We finally found a house we could rent. It was huge. It was really close to the city and there was enough space for both of us.
My friend didn't like it, because she said it was too close to the city and there was no green around it.
When we got into the backyard she changed her mind because right behind the house there were fields and woods.

This is unfortunately when the dream ended.

Date: 12/23/2013
Method: MILD & WILD (Failed)
Total sleep time: 7 1/2 hours

Dream 1

I was with my God son’s mother (I don’t get along with her in RL ) and we were taking my Godson Christmas shopping. We got into a terrible argument in front of my God son and she threatened to keep him away from me for the holidays. I wanted to fight her in the store but my God son was watching my every move and I woke up.

Dream 2

I was driving and I was not quite sure of the location to where I was heading, but I felt the urge to immediately turn around and I did a ‘ doughnut’ in the middle of a busy intersection.

Dream 3

I was on the computer on Dreamviews and I was reading a forum that told me to do a WBTB .

Dream 4

My son was telling me that he was leaving (he graduates from high school in 2014) and I was crying. He said that it was time for him to leave and he got his suitcase and walked out the front door .

Dream 5

I was running down the stairs because of a fire…but I kept running down the same flight of stairs.

Part of a castle has been blocked off to the public for a photoshoot I'm working on. There's a woman hanging around just outside the blocked off area, watching us; she's very pretty, with long red hair under a hat. It starts raining a little and we take a break, and I go over to smoke by the entrance. That woman comes over to me and we start talking. After a while, she tells me she's the daughter of someone I know, someone I watched die in hospital just yesterday. Thing is, in the present, that daughter is just a young child; I have a mental image of seeing her, as a child, in the hospital. There's something to do with timelines or the dead going on. I don't believe her. She tells me she's wanted to see me, and implies that in her own time, I'm dead. Some other people from the photoshoot come over then and distract me for a moment, and then the woman is no longer there.

I can't get a couple light switches to work, and realize this is a dream. (Noteworthy: that's a common dream sign for me, but up until now, it only happened if I went to sleep so early that it was still dark IRL, usually around 5 AM. This time I went to sleep at a normal hour, after sunrise.) I have a false awakening: I'm in my IRL bed, but am fairly sure I'm still dreaming. I wonder what to do with this - I look up at the ceiling and consider removing it and going flying. However, I'm distracted by the sound of a crash, and I see my computer (an old desktop model which I don't actually own IRL) has fallen over and broken. I forget about dreaming and get irrationally stressed about having to replace the computer. (I suspect there may have been an actual noise IRL that affected the dream.)

Based on F/SN, a bunch of photos showing the future of various timelines. I focus on one showing Saber in a park by a lake, with skyscrapers in the background, and it becomes the setting of the dream; someone who I at first mistake for Archer is teasing her, and he winds up falling in the lake. He's wearing some sort of uniform that I associate with the Mage's Association, and which I think of as being 'Saber's colors' (it's blue and gold), marking them as partners; then I realize he's an older Shirou, not a version of Archer.

I'm approaching a dance in the woods together with someone I know, and I recognize the song playing - Bottom of the River, Delta Rae. We walk over to three woman sitting around a fire, to speak with them. I think of the Fates and the Graces.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm Shirou, and Tohsaka's just walked away from those three women from the previous scene, and before I follow her, one of those women says to me, "Nothing like that to make your magic full of fear." I'm thinking that I have just enough awareness of Archer's memories to know there's something I don't want to remember; remembering it would cause me to repeat the same choices he made, and that's not what this timeline's for.

I'm reading an article about genius, stating that long-term caffeine use has disruptive effects on the brain.

I'm trying to buy something but I've upset the woman working the counter somehow and she's refusing to ring me up, or any of the other customers for that matter. She goes so far as to call the police. I literally offer her the shirt off my back - a basketball jersey, something that's worth something to her. We strike up a conversation, and she winds up being friendly.

End of the world is happening. Earthquakes, explosions, people screaming etc. Me and a little kid whom I don't know decide to hide in the basement. I am thinking "well this is it, these are my last days. And I am going to spend them with a kid I don't know in a cold concrete basement.

As we walk through the basement I notice bags of groats on the floor. "I guess I will need to eat those to survive longer." We decide to take a nap. There was an old rag on the floor. It was laying in a very narrow aisle between a pipe and wall. We turned the lights off.

Suddenly we heard a noise. Someone was coming to the basement. I whisper to the kid to attack the stranger when he comes close. We waited. When the stranger got close, the kid jumped on his back punching the stranger which started repeatedly screaming "I'm good, I'm good." I told the kid to knock it off.

The stranger told us he has his own secret basement. He was prepared for the apocalypse. He then knelt down and started peeling layers of tin from the floor. There was a secret passage to another room. We all got down there.

To my surprise there was a TV. The stranger turned it on. TV was working perfectly, it was showing very clearly. There was some furniture too. On he shelf I noticed few fresh apples. I was happy that I will spend my last days at least comfortable. The stranger then opened a door next to us...

Bright light came in. I saw a wonderful beach. It was sunny and warm outside. There were lots of people having fun. All that looked like some kind of paradise. I couldn't believe my eyes. I stepped on the sand and started running across the seashore. It felt like I had freed myself from something.

I ran into some kind of "beach boy". He was hiding behind the rocks. The beach boy asked me to tear out some grass which was growing out of sand.
-Do you want me to tear out it with roots? -I asked him.
-Just a little. -he told me.
As I gave him the grass he started to grind it. Then he gave me a pill and a straw full of that ground grass.
-Eat the pill and then chew the straw. -he said.
I knew it was some kind of drugs and was afraid to overdose. I decided not to consume it. After beach boy had swallowed the pill and chewed the straw he ran somewhere. I headed for an opposite direction.

The beach seemed very crowded. I was wondering where is my mother? I was searching for her, going deeper and deeper into the territory. Suddenly I realized the surroundings have changed a bit. The beach was not so beautiful as it was before. The were lots of garbage on the sand, and the sun was not shining anymore. Most people around me were homeless. They smelt bad, they swore a lot, they were drinking and using drugs. I began to feel unsafe in this place.
Then I came across to a swamp with few houses. They were wooden and very old. There was no one here. It was very quiet. I felt like I am in the medieval times. I came into one of the old houses and headed to the bathroom. To my surprise there was my female friend. I felt I hadn't had sex in ages. I became horny as hell. She had her leg on the bathtub and was touching her skin. Her body looked amazing. You guys know what happened next
Finally i woke up.

Spoiler for Pics:

Dream 1:Small Fry
I wake up and, everything is normal or so it seems I'm walking down my hallway. I notice everything is big. I'm like "Wow isn't that neat." I get to the kitchen what seems like a Half-Hour Later. And, I realize I'm lucid dreaming. I facepalm. -Dream Ends at that Point-
Dream 2:Time Travel
I wake up when I was a Baby. I freak out like anyone would. So, I realize its a Lucid Dream. I Imajine Chuckie and Tommy from Rugrats are here. And, we play. -Can't Remember anything else....-