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[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the nights of December 24-27, 2011. Adult content warning for the one from December 25-26.]

Night of December 24-25

I'm at church, with my choir, accompanying our performance of “What Child is This?” on my clarinet. My clarinet keeps misfiring; some of the notes here and there refuse to play. I'm embarrassed. [This was definitely an anxiety dream. Exactly that actually happened during our choir rehearsal on Thursday, December 22, and I was afraid it was going to happen during the performance, which was the morning after I had this dream, on Christmas Day. Thankfully, it didn't happen; my clarinet worked fine.]

Night of December 25-26

I'm at this place that's kind of like a spa. It's a place for people to rest, relax, and renew. I'm in an outdoor area of this place, and it's a beautiful, warm, sunny day. I'm lying around on the ground, wearing only panties, along with several other women who are doing exactly the same. Other people are walking around the grounds, and the thought crosses my mind: Maybe I should go and put on some slightly more modest panties.

All of a sudden, I'm being molested by a group of two or three men. I manage to fight them off and struggle out of their grasp. All the while, I'm shouting at them, forcefully telling them to stop, and that I don't like or appreciate what they're doing. I end my tirade by telling another man, who's just sitting on the ground watching the proceedings, that he's a despicable jerk, too [or something to that effect; I don't remember my exact words here]. I tell him this because I know that he's being paid to be there as a witness to the scene that just unfolded. I also know that the molesters were also hired to do what they did. The men who hired them are also in the scene, standing around, watching it all happen. I know exactly what they're doing: They're lawyers, and they have a racket going on where they hire people to rape beautiful girls in establishments like the one I'm at, and then get the girls to sue those establishments for a lot of money, of which they get a percentage because they act as the girls' representation.

Night of December 26-27

I'm at work, but I'm participating in a dramatization of the work we do at my workplace for TV. The part of my boss [who I've mentioned in this DJ before] is being played by Tim Allen. I reflect that this was a strange casting choice, since he doesn't look at all like my boss, nor does he act much like him.

I'm watching a movie about a big, tall castle, a white one that looks like it came straight out of a fairy tale. I'm immersed in the movie, and I'm flying in circles around the top of the castle's high, central tower. There is a song playing on the movie soundtrack that I find kind of annoying, so I want to change the channel on the movie. Awww, man, the remote's all the way down there, I think to myself when I look down at the ground and see the TV remote control lying there. Then I think, Maybe I can get it by telekinesis. Wait a second. If I'm thinking about getting the remote by telekinesis, and flying around, I must be dreaming.

I stretch out my hand toward the remote control and concentrate on it, trying to use the force of my will to pull it into my hand. It doesn't work. Then, my mind calls up the primary example in my schema for what pulling an object into your hand with your mind looks like: the wampa cave scene from The Empire Strikes Back [starting at 2:20]. I think, It's kind of like the object is attached to a bungee cord that snaps it back into your hand. I try again, keeping that analogy in mind and focusing on it. This time, it works. The remote control flies up into my hand, just as if it were attached to a bungee cord.

At this point, I abruptly realize that during the time I've been concentrating on drawing the remote control into my hand, I haven't been concentrating on flying, so I've been gradually descending without noticing it. I'm now only a yard or two above the ground. I quickly correct for this and start climbing again. As I do so, I think, “And hurry! We're losing altitude fast!” And yes, “altitude” is the correct term in this instance, because this is a planet I'm flying over, not a moon. Even if it is just a dream planet. [This is a reference to the original version of the “Star Tours” ride from the Disney theme parks.] The remote control has transformed into a deodorant stick, which I use on myself. [? I don't even know.]

I woke up very pleased with myself, knowing that I could finally cross “Move an object with my mind” off my master list of lucid goals!

I've had a lot of dreams lately. Left my dream journal at home... I'll find a way to write down the ones I have now until I get back. Weird stuff...

This dream was HYPER-vivid.

I'm standing at a bus stop. It's dark outside. It's cold. And it's raining.

"That asshole stood me up," a girl remarks, pissed off.

"Can't you just teleport to him?" Her friend replies.

"Fuck, I can teleport here and there, but not TO him."

She demonstrates to her friend how she can teleport around the area.

"I don't know how to teleport to where he is," she whispers, shamefully.

"Then we'll just have to leave without him. Screw him!" Her friend calls out.

Around this time, another girl enters the scene. The two girls start walking away and I feel inclined to follow them. I feel stuck to their presence.

The fourth girl tags along with me.

It's raining really hard outside and I can feel the rain seeping through my shoes. My socks are getting really wet. I can hear the squishing of water, and it really bothers me.

All four of us girls walk into an entirely new scene. It's daytime outside and it's snowing now.

One of the first girls smirks as she looks out past the sidewalk and into an abandoned lot. The lot has piles of snow buildup.

She turns around at us, smirking, and says, "I hear a girl committed suicide here. They say she left hundreds of suicide notes and buried them in the snow. Everyday she would make a new note, hoping that someone would find it and respond to her cry for help."

We start walking over the hilly, snow covered terrain.

Before my eyes, I can almost see the sad hills bursting out with her suicide notes, unable to hold back their paper tears any longer.

"I think they removed most of them," the other girl remarks and sits down in the snow. We sit down with her.

She casually brushes off the snow from the ground and reveals a letter that must have been left behind.

She opens it and grins, looking to her friend who seems to acknowledge her.

"I should have known before," she says, grinning, "that all of this really doesn't exist."

"Yeah? And?" Her friend encourages her to go on.

"And that really, none of you exist apart from my own mind," she continues, "that I am the main character of this narration, and all three of you are just the supporting roles here."

Her friend smiles at her discovery and adds, "Except me."

"Right," she replies, though I sensed uncertainty.

A character in the dream determined that I was a dream character in her dream, and it DIDN'T EVEN REGISTER WITH ME. WHAT THE FUCK.

I am now one hundred percent convinced that we could actively be senseless dream characters in other people's dreams. Because her telling me that didn't even phase me in the slightest. That's messed up.

"I think we have some things that we need to attend to," her friend adds after a moment of silence.

"Right! If he doesn't come to us, then we should find him instead," The Lucid Girl replies.

I eventually gather that The Lucid Girl and her friend are searching for her exboyfriend because he wronged her in some way. The fourth girl, who will be named later, and I are so far just tagging along.

We leave the snowy remains of the realm of the hills who are bursting with paper tears and come upon a castle almost hidden in the snowfall.

We walk through the garden and into the front door. It seemed easy enough.

Until everything went HORIZONTAL.

"WOAH!" All of us suddenly scream. Instead of walking on the floor, we are walking on the walls!

"I think it's a trap to deter wanderers," her friend announces, "if we keep walking it should go back to normal."

We walk through the next door. Gravity returns to normal, however the surroundings of this room look worse than the first.

"He's been here. I sense it," the fourth girl, who has been relatively quiet up until now, whispers.

The room is dim. It has a checkerboard style floor, but the only things in the room are a broken TV and a ransacked armoire. The television is buzzing with static. One of the girls turns it off.

The room is dim and dark. The vibes here are not only strange, but disturbed.

"He's definitely somewhere in this castle," the fourth girl adds. I can feel that she seems to be bursting with psychic energy.

"This place is a maze."

We walk out the front door and summon a ladder to access the second floor through the window, as we can't find any staircases which lead up to it.

The second floor is darker than the first.

"I feel as if he's not the only one in this castle," The Psychic One whispers. Indeed, I feel it too. There is a dark energy here. And it's lurking all around us. Following us.

I hear a strange noise coming from a nearby room. I split from the group to investigate it. The noise leads me to a bathroom and towards a drain. I watch as the drain regurgitates water and green muck.

The other girls wonder where I am and find me standing here in the bathroom, puzzled.

"What's wrong with that drain?" The Lucid Girl asks.

"Don't go near it," the Psychic One whispers darkly.

"Why not?"

"That drain reeks with dark energy. Whatever entity is living in that drain will pull you down with it," the Psychic One replies.

The two other girls listen to her warning, but not closely. The dark energy coming from the drain lures them closer. The drain gurgles as it spits up water and green muck.

I can't take what I'm about to see. I try to pull them away from the drain at first, but their curiosity is peaked. The Psychic One tells me not to bother.

I run from the room, knowing also what is about to occur. And I don't want to see it.

I run out of the bathroom and past one of the mainrooms where the Psychic One is standing.

"Wait!" She calls out, but I run past her.

I run out to the garden where we came in. I am perplexed to find that it is night time.

And before me are hundreds, if not thousands, of twinkling fireflies.

They buzz before me in the garden where the morning glories bloom on a white trellis.

The fireflies surround me. They unite as one and become a beautiful blooming flower, which takes me on its petals and floats into the air.

I fly on the petals of the flower higher and higher into the sky and they lead me to the highest point on the castle - a single tower.

I see as the Psychic One becomes alarmed at my disappearance. She runs out to the garden and another army of fireflies takes her away.

They fly her across an ocean of lava and gently set her down on a single island amongst a sea of lava. On the horizon she can see a castle. It is a different castle. It is the enemy castle.

Both of us are concerned as to whether the fireflies were trying to help us on our journey, or if they are just another curse in the castle.

Got awoken right then.

This is one of the dreams I really dislike. Good thing I'm through with this in my waking life.

It's the day of the big exam, the boards. We were already seated in our designated seats. Unluckily, our proctor was late on the first subject. She wasn't organized at all in giving the answer sheets and the test booklets. Thirty minutes passed before I was able to start answering. Some, including my sister, were already digging in. My anxiety increased just looking at them.

After the first test, I turned my laptop on (which is weird, because those are not allowed realistically -- I should've gone lucid here; I couldn't still). I browsed my usual stuff and had my headphones on. I didn't realize it was almost time for the second exam. The proctor was already giving out the sheets in front when I said I need to go to the restroom. I hurried on my way. There were still many examinees there, too. When I got back the classroom and took my materials, the seats were arranged differently. I couldn't find mine. I asked two guys who were talking to each other what their numbers were but they didn't answer me. It was as if they couldn't see me. I asked another guy (behind them) what his seat number was (mine was 6). He mumbled so softly that it was really hard to understand. I asked him to say it out clearly but he just kept his low voice ever so shyly. The number I could make out from him was 64, 18, and 32...which was absolutely weird because he should only be saying one number, and we were only twenty plus in the room...of which its walls disappeared then and there, we were under the night sky with city lights around. I told our proctor I couldn't find my seat. She stood and walked around, looking. I lost sight of her.

Wow, this was a vivid one. First off, I would like to tell you the cast of characters in my dream.
Gramma- My real life grandma
Cork- My uncle, he's about my age
Miley- A girl in my class. She's kind of annoying
Computer Man- A DC in the dream, he doesn't resemble anyone in my real life.
Aunt Sally- My great aunt in real life.

It started out at Gramma's house in the computer room area. There was a man at the computer, teaching me about different HP Desktop software packages, even though I believe HP is a hardware company. I honestly wasn't paying much attention to him though. I was more focused on the TV in the other room. There was a show called SOCKS or ROCKS or something in all capital letters. It was a game show where families competed in weird challenges. One challenge I remember watching was when the families raced in a pool. It was weird, but I remember that the little boy of one of the families hugged his mom. She laughed and said "Honey, don't do that. You penetrated me." Then, about halfway through the show I got a phone call. I answered it and it was from Miley.
"Are you watching SOCKS?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied. Then, there was a period of silence. I decided to break it with a joke. "So," I said, "can you get me a train?" I don't really think that's funny, but I thought I was quoting a funny commercial that only existed in the dream world. Apparently the DCs found it funny too as Miley, my mom, and Gramma all laughed at it. So, I made one more joke as I hung up the phone. "Alright," I proclaimed, "just bring me that train by sunset tomorrow or else!"
After hanging up the phone I resumed watching the show again. Except now, I went IN the show. In this next challenge, which I was now in, the families had to explore a castle. It was crazy, but the castle was like a level from Sonic CD. You could time travel to see what the castle looked like at different points in time. In the present it was a large stone castle surrounded by a few small groups of trees. In the past, there wasn't really a castle. Just a small camp surrounded by lush forest, foreshadowing the major fortress to come. The future though, was a huge robotic metropolis where the castle once was. There were flashing lights and electronics everywhere. Sadly, there was no nature to be found though.
Soon enough, the castle faded away and I was back in the game show. I guess the castle didn't really belong in the situation anyway. It just came into the dream for god knows why. Anyway, now we were back in the game show. I don't know what this challenge was about, but I remember that a mom from one of the families had to do something while Cork shot at her with a pistol. By now I was able to get a good look at the woman and believe it or not, she looked exactly like my Aunt Sally. Aunt Sally-looking woman then proceeded to ask a doctor, who just appeared on set, a question.
"Are you here in case I get hurt?" she asked.
"No," the doctor replied, "I'm here because I'm one of the few people here who can operate the gun.
Then, I woke up. Who knows what this dream could have really meant.

I was asked by god knows who to be a tutor for my primary school for the subject physics. It doesn't make sense to have physics in primary school but whatever. I apparently just happened to have sold my science book and that was somehow related because afterwards I went to Thomas, a guy whom I have been in primary school with, and who was apparently also asked to be a tutor. I asked hi whether he still had a book left but he didn't. On the way over there it was still light. I saw Melissa, my primary school enemy basically, and she pointed me to the right direction. Then I crossed a bridge which was made with glass so you could see the cars driving beneath it. It wasn't scary. Up until then the overall colors were grey and blueish. When i arrived at Thomas' home, which was way tooo big and he lived with other primary school kids, i should've noticed something was off but i didn't. When they opened the door Thomas was still there ( we were almost late but apparently we still had enough time?) Afterwards we biked to the school. We crossed the bridge again, however now I my stomach turned as soon as we crossed the bridge. It was dark en the lights of the car kind of frightened me. Afterwards we crossed another bridge and again my stomach turned. At the end the bridge stopped before it reached the opposite side. Because I was getting dizzy, I fell forwards but felt nothing. Then i stood up and walked over some stones, even though it was supposed to be dark, when i looked at the stones, the looked as if i saw them when it was light. Afterwards we ended up in a flat and we went to the 25th floor. when it stopped there I didn't know it was the floor we had to be. I was asking him but got no response. Then i left the elavator, and I was carrying a black small suitcase. I dont know how long I have been carrying that thing. When we arrived at the right door we rang the bell and someone opened the door. It was the student of Thomas, who was kind of pissed for us being late. But then her face smoothened and asked whether he was THE Thomas, then she looked at me and remained silent. We walked inside and I woke up.

I find myself in my room as usual, and when I head outside, there are a bunch of wizards/mages or whatever in the middle of the road. Everyone out there is just casting random stuff, and I fly out there, and basically tell them all to fight me.

Obviously, being in the middle wasn't a good idea, so I started to work my way to the outside. I tried using a frost aura, and it was pretty sweet. Snow-like ice was perpetually shooting out of my feet in all directions at a marginal distance of about 2 feet. It didn't do much damage, so I kept that rolling while throwing fireballs at them. My hands were on fire, and I kept alternating throwing motions with each hands to fling them. The mages were returning fire, but I was pretty much invincible, or my aura was more of a defensive thing. Either way, I figured it would be a good time to work on my short range teleporting. I tried it, and flew backwards about twenty feet, dodging some of the mages magic. I tried it again, and went back forwards. It was almost like flying except I didn't have to think about it at all...I was up in the air about a foot off the ground and I traveled to my destination.

I thought about it again, and felt that it was really just some form of low altitude long jump, so I decided to try something else. Everytime they got a lock on me, I would focus on being at an area, and close my eyes. When I opened them, I would be roughly at that spot. Now this, felt like teleporting! I did it over and over, while trying to hone in on what exactly is happening other than just badassery. When I close my eyes, I can see smoke, and when I open them, I'm where I was looking at. It seems pretty simple, but this has taken me a long time to learn.

I was already asleep, and I ended up going into SP. I was trying to fight it for a while, and I broke out of it. I was really sleepy so I decided to lay right back down. It hits me again, and this time I just relax, and slip into the dream.

I'm laying in bed, when this hollow ghost-like character floats into the room. It has a blueish outline, and it had a mask. Something like either a ninja mask, or a nights helmet. Anyways, the thing floats in, and merges with me. At first I was like "wtf", and then I just reminded myself it's just a dream anyway.

My room was well lit up, but everything else in my house was pitch black. I didn't know if it was because I didn't stabilize when I started or what. I headed out my house and wondered Kaomea was near by so I yelled out for her. Nothing. I took to the skies and found myself in this city I've never been to.

This place was very dark, dirty and gloomy. It seemed to be teaming with shady characters. There were plenty of buildings and alleyways for some good sandbox fun, but I had another objective. I continued on and asked a pair of DC's if they saw her, and one of them glared at me and said "I haven't even heard of that name". I turned around, and started making a portal. "Maybe she's elsewhere" I thought.

As I was gathering my energy, one of those same DC's was wondering what the heck I was doing. I could almost feel her looking at me. My hands started to glow bright orange, and when I tried to release the energy on the ground, it just turned into a greenish gunk. I tried it again, this time quicker, and still failed. So I decided to continue investigating this city.

I came up a line, and there seemed to be a bunch of DC's waiting to get inside a club. I asked one of them if Kaomea was there, and they said "she's already inside". I headed straight to the front, and told the guy I was going to go in on VIP. The guy told me it would be 10 bucks. I had a few one dollar bills in there, so I put it away, and grabbed it again, and it had a couple of twenties or so. I handed the guy the money, and someone else said that I'd need a wristband....we were both surprised when he realized I was already wearing one. The one he had was purple, but the one I was wearing was orange. I don't know why, but I wanted that purple one. the guy said it'd would be an extra 20 bucks, so I handed it to him, and woke up.

I was at the swimming baths trying to convince people that I could breathe
Underwater, the next thing I remember is a plane attempting to taxi out of a busy street, there were police everywhere, I was also a cop, then a side door opened from the plane and a guy came running out of nowhere and jumped into the open plane door. The plane then turned onto a busy motorway and started to take off, when I got onto the motorway, the plane hd turned into a flying fedex van, funny. Anyway I fire a tazer at it, it misses but floats, so I drive closer until the tazer touches the van/plane. This brings it down. I must have drifted out of this dream as I next remembered doing some traveling on a bus with lots of people, we got off the bus and were going to the airport, then I just remember we were in a Muslim country because of their clothing, but the ground was burning ashes and people were running holding something up, there were people sat on hills of ash, then we got to what I can only describe as the end of the world, it was a sheer drop to nowhere, the sky was full of stars and milky ways of all different colors. They launched this thing off and came back. The dreams were very weird, I do remember doing several RC's but never became in control of the dream.*

12/27/11


NON-LUCID



Dream 1:

This dream is mostly at night I think. I’m at some party, and I was talking to a lady and asked where a certain person is because her jacket was left on the chair. They said something about her coming back soon.

Dream 2:
Random DCs want to find out another DC’s name, so they had to google images of him stuck in other images, and then they had to google them in reverse to find the origin and find his name. Apparently it’s Spence Hoffman or something like that.

Dream 3:

I don’t know what happened in this dream; all I could remember was some heavy breathing occurring. I think I was being held by someone, but I’m not sure.

There was this DC that was blonde, and she had a combination of “The Boss” from Metal Gear Solid 3 and EVA as well.












Dream 4:

I don’t know if this was a dream, because I was awake for a few seconds before it started.

I’m playing as Naked Snake in MGS3, and I’m facing Revolver Ocelot in an abandoned military factory. I’m trying to climb up a really high ledge, and I’m worried he might shoot me and make me lose my grip.



I had a Patriot (a gun The Boss used that Naked Snake eventually used to kill her) and aimed for ocelot. I swore I shot him in the head (which should’ve made him paralyzed at least). But he kept shooting at me, but he kept missing.



So I took advantage of this to find a surface above the ledge to the left and climbed there, opened an entrance on top of the roof I was on, and then climbed down.

Then Ocelot gets up, and I’m standing on something that seems to be soft, like a bed. My voice recorder is in Snake’s possession, and I don’t know why he has it, but he and Ocelot are moving in a circle paying attention to each other while talking.

Was at kalees old house with her parents Kara Dustin and Leo. Her mom and dad were moving and I was kind of helping them. Her mom was mad at me for some stupid reason. Dustin told me to look outside at the sky. There was millions of stars shining incredibly in the bright sunny sky. There was a weird layer or the sky too. We talked about how it was weird that the sky was so different for the past couple of days. It looked like the woe could end at any moment but it was beautiful to look at. I left the house and went to my car. It was a convertible and looked really nice. I was happy o have that car because it was so nice out. I started driving when a kid on a bike got in my way. We yelled at each other and I told him how he was annoying everyone all the time. He did this the day before. A cop pulled over and we had to discuss the situation.*

non-dream
dream
lucid

Lucid: no
The Great Metroid Game: no
Time since dream: about 5 minutes

I am in a futuristic-looking, well lit room, fighting a giant brain creature. I am with a few soldiers. They break through the door to some sort of control panel. They do some stuff, and then I see their brains get teleported out of their heads, and onto some stands in a sealed off chamber. I see some cords go from the brains to the giant brain in the center. There is a screen on the wall, showing some random things.

I try and mess with the control panel, and the screen says that the brains are being drained. It finishes, and nothing appears on the screen anymore. Their minds have been absorbed into the giant brain. Next thing I know, I'm before that happened. I see some eyeballs on stands with the same kind of cords as the brains going from the eye, down to the floor, to the giant brain. I twist the eye somewhat, gently. I then see the screen say "stress" or something on it. I then run out the door. I am now in a white hallway. I run into a room, with a few doors leaning against the wall. I take one of the doors, and I see a person walk in. I put the door against the open doorway, so no one sees me. Someone walks past, and I see the person take out a sort of gun. I immediately run out of the room, and run as fast as I can to the end of the hallway. The end of the hallway is a wall with a room overhead, that you would have to climb the wall to access. I feel that the person is following me very fast. I climb the wall, and then I see another hallway that I have to climb to access. I climb the wall into that hallway, and I run as fast as I can to the end, where I find a turn, and then another hallway.

I run to the end, where I see a big elevator. I get in, and I press the bottom button. I then read that the bottom button reads that the elevator will crash at the bottom, so I press another floor. The elevator stops, and goes back up, and stops at a floor. I see some people walking when the door opens. Then I wake up.

An unusual dream last night. Well, most of my dreams are pretty unusual as they are. This is going to be more detailed than my first journal, though.

I was looking across the street from where I live. Some sort of lemonade stand on my side of the street possibly, and the sky was clear while the sun a golden yellow. Across the street, somebody had set up a very real-looking scarecrow. It had been there for a couple of days. It was a moving scarecrow.

Across the street was some kind of teacher, maybe a chemistry teacher. He'd set up this scarecrow not to scare away pests from crops of any sort, but to scare students who misbehaved. Some kind of moving statue, or a type of effigy maybe. Just maybe.

WARNING: the next part is just slightly graphic. Reader's discretion advised.

The "scarecrow" very much resembled a male teenager, possibly about the age of 20. The other part of the moving scarecrow just a bit off, was golden in appearance and wore a suit of some sort, also human-like. The scarecrow-boy faced my side of the street, looking apprehensive. It was clear why. The figure in the golden suit was repeatedly kicking the scarecrow-boy in the crotch. A pained expression appeared on its (the scarecrow-boy's) face every time.

If you think that's weird, wait and see what happens next. Apparently the story goes that this kid always acted against the teacher in class, made wry jokes and all that. Saying goes that the teacher turned the kid into a scarecrow as a warning to others...or maybe made a replica of the actual kid...anyway, it's really hard to go into detail without inventing details.

For four or five days, the scarecrow was still there, doing the exact same thing it had before. I was doing something about the lemonade stand, and occasionally glanced over at that unusual scarecrow. Suddenly, it began to move differently than before.

The figure in the golden suit was kicking off-target now. The boy, or scarecrow, began to rotate. The next thing you know, the two figures were exchanging kicks at each other's crotch, and the boy, now clearly not just a scarecrow, was trying to disable the golden suit figure, without any success. After a few minutes, the scarecrow-boy was being pounded again.

A close relative of mine came over. "If that's a person", she began, "what an interesting person".

I paused, searching for the words. "It IS a person".

"What?" She was incredulous. And what made me believe that? I explained that I hadn't seen it (meaning proof it was a person) for several days, but just today I saw something change. Tried to explain, but she wouldn't believe me. Nobody would. For that moment, the scarecrow was doing the exact same thing it had been doing before, except the scarecrow-boy was now facing the suited golden figure. Must have been built into the mechanism somehow.

Just when I started to doubt whether this thing was really a person, the boy grabbed the foot that was rising up, paused for a moment, and delivered a really hard kick to the golden figure's jewels. No more roshambo, no more Russian Roulette, no more scarecrow. It was as if five days' worth of frustration were stored in that kick, as his blue flat-soled runner crushed into the golden figure and almost lifted it off the ground. It fell backwards into the dust or something.

I was standing in the middle of the street or something, not sure what to do. Help this kid who seemed first like a scarecrow, go inside to show proof this really was a person, continue selling lemonade? Moments later, the entire "scarecrow" returned to its original motion, doing its thing to scare misbehaving students. Anyway, I wasn't able to help the kid. Would have been too scared for my own *ahem* safety.

WARNING OVER - it is now safe to continue reading. Relatively speaking.

I went into the basement. It was dark, dim and damp. For days, my drinking water had contained these semisolid globules, that tasted exactly like water, but ruined the texture. Boiling the water did absolutely nothing.

In the basement, the water heater pipes were open. This half-tube, similar to gutters on a roof, was filled with water about to be pumped into the heater. I scooped up some of the water. Ice cold. Yet then I noticed something.

This wasn't water! Looking closely at it again, I scooped up a handful of these granules, somewhat like snow, but had the consistency of those clear hydrate balls that seem to disappear when you put it in water. But it felt like styrofoam. Looking closely at it, it seemed like some long polymer chain, or some scale replica of an unknown chemical.

Thin spaghetti-like rods connected the granules, which were greyish-white and greyish-blue. Maybe these were water additives?! Scooped up some of this gooey stuff, and placed it in a container. The rods disappeared when touched or immersed in water, and were invisible to the touch (don't ask). Maybe it was a scale model of the chemical contained inside the scale model of itself.

I put some in my mouth. At that temperature, it started to melt, with the consistency oAf Jell-o mixed with sand. So this was that discusting mixture that appeared in my drinking water, dumb city works. But what the heck was it?!

I theorized that the grey-white end "molecules" must bond to the water molecules through polar electropotential interaction. After that, the long chains separated, and later clumped into the water that you drank. Whatever it was...I don't need it in my drinking water, do I?!

Or maybe it was the chemist...

My computer froze. Or rather, it didn't. I was on my Facebook page, searching for somebody to add. I'd thought of adding someone named Mandy Moore, and after thinking about it, I did.

Mandy was a grade younger than me, and had a face resembling Rebecca Black. Given a closer look though, she didn't look so much like the singer of the earbug bad-lyric song about the American economic recession, one that supposedly says that we don't know whether the "weekend" will come. Well, it was Tuesday.

I had found Mandy attractive, and wanted to talk to her. However, I then realized she was friends with somebody who liked me last year and I didn't like back. Well, I figured that wouldn't matter much.

Soon enough, Mandy accepted my friend request, but she was offline. I waited for her to come online.

Minutes later, after the spattering of dream fragments in no particular chronological order, I woke up. It was around 4:10 a.m.

I set my alarm that morning for 7:30. It was unusual to wake up this early, no matter. I seemed to be developing a cold, and my sinus infection hadn't gotten any better. I kept coughing, and went to the bathroom. The lights came on, and they went off. 30 minutes later, I fell back asleep.

The following dream fragments were much less memorized, likely because I took care to remember the first set of dreams.

The early part, I held a saucer-shaped object in my arms as I dozed off into bed. It was a radio of some sort, able to communicate to a UFO disk. Soon I was inside the UFO, and ordered to program some sort of mechanism. The time was close to 11 pm. I started coughing.

Later, much later, I had some small fish I decided to take home as pets, about anchovy-size. I decided to wash them. Sadly, they all died.

One of the fish had the flag of Italy painted on its tail. Must be one of those artificially chemical-painted fish.

A bit later, I was inside a car, and one of my parents was driving. There was snow all around and the car had a bit of trouble driving uphill, and anyway, this wasn't the route we usually took by car. Usually I'd bike up this very hill. I looked at the time. Looked at the radio. Suddenly, I woke up, and the radio came on.

The radio program featured a re-run of a past conversation. I was glad what one caller mentioned, as it was talk radio.

Anyway, maybe it's clear why I had some of these dream themes. I had owned goldfish two to three years ago, but they all died due to horrible tank conditions. The consistency of the water granules likely resulted partly from an experiment in class we did a while ago using round marble-sized clear objects that seemed to disappear yet expand when put in water. As for the scarecrow, well...I leave that one up to you.

This dream started out in the halls of the high school I graduated from. I was in my current body, not my high school body, so I was a lot more in shape and confident than I was back then. I was just dawdling about in the hall when a girl caught my eye. She was actually an inch or so taller than me, which is usually a turn off for me. She had a fit body, blue eyes, and short champagne blonde hair just above the shoulders. Usually I'm not attracted to the short, super light blonde hair either, but the way she was wearing it made it very appealing to me.

I went up to her and started walking/talking with her down the hall. Her name was Eileen, a name I've barely ever heard in my life, but a pretty name none the less. We decided we should go drive around and hang out, and I was ballsy enough to put my arm around her as we exited the school.

It was evening and we drove around for a while, talking. It's crazy how in depth dream characters can be and how much you can learn about them. She was a midwestern girl, same age as me, and had moved out here with her parents. She loved rock/alternative rock/folk/indie and was into climbing/hiking/skiing; all the same outdoor activities I was into. She was super nice and very down to earth.

This is the cool part. We somehow made it into a house and she said something to the effect of "You haven't forgotten those promises you made to me, have you?" "Of course not," I said, "I have them all right here so I don't forget." I pulled out my phone (the same one I have in real life) and went to my notes. There was a page titled 'Promises Made to Eileen' with a short list jotted down below. I was confused on how the list got there, as I thought I was meeting this dream character for the first time.

I then realized that this was not my first time meeting Eileen! I had a revelation that I had met her in a previous dream that I had now forgotten. She smiled at me, extremely happy in my remembrance of meeting her before. We shared a great kiss, said our goodbyes and then I woke up.

This is one of the first times I've remembered a reoccurring character in a dream, and I must say I am very pleased with her. Now if only I could meet the real life version...

Dream 1
I was at my old secondary school in a maths class. The time ticked on to half past three and it was time to go, there were some of my college friends there including a girl in a blue frilly dress with no back. I stood up to go and the teacher said to me "Are you all sure you understand the homework?" and very few people did. So the teacher kept us back and made us do a bit more work until it got to nearly 4 o' clock. I checked my watch and very nearly did a reality check since about 15 minutes had passed in what seems like 2. But instead I just thought that time must have passed quickly because I wasn't watching it. I needed to hurry since I doubted my friends would wait for me if I was too late. I walked out of school and appeared to teleport to a huge place (teleporting- 10 points), similar to that of a warehouse. The shelves went all the way up to the roof and there were loads of them. As I wondered down the narrow isles a employee at the place spotted me and called me over. He was up a ladder trying to pull something off of a shelf, I went and stood by the ladder to see that behind me was a large expanse of bare floor. He told me to stand nearby, so I did and looked back at the shelves. They were filled with old televisions, the big box ones. The worker then pulled one off a shelf and dropped it, the tv crashed to the floor below. He shouted at me saying that I was meant to catch it, So I went and stood next to the shelves. He dropped another one, a big heavy one and I caught it with a spine crushing catch. I put it on the floor and we carried on doing this for a while. Then he started to move forwards and my friend H.T ran round the corner to help, we moved all the tv's that I'd caught forwards as well. We kept moving everything forward so that we kept up with the worker, then I saw a thread of cotton wrapped around one of the tv's. I looked up to see the shelves gone and somebody weaving cotton, to the left of them there was what appeared to be a small tea shop. Outside the tea shop was Santa and the worker from earlier went up to him to ask him if they could use his beard for cotton and he agreed. The then went inside the tea shop. Me and my friend looked at each other before leaving the tv's and following them in. When I got inside I recognised the cafe, I was in Lincoln, in Stoke's cafe. I was asked what I wanted so I said tea. They gave me a silver sachet that was this size of my hand. I went and sat down next to my Grandad and his friends. I opened the silver sachet and found what appeared to be cream inside, this was apparently the tea. I tried it and it tasted exactly like whipped cream. (Eat something- 4 points) (Full dream- 1 point)

Fragment (0.5 points)
I also remember going into a place like subway and asking if they could give me some bread cheap since it was near closing time, the woman behind the counter said "no but you can have a taster for free".

Dream 2
I was in my room and my neighbour came to visit. He came into my room, saw my new shoes and said he liked them. Then he sat on my bed and had a chat with me. This was quite a long dream but I can't remember what was said. (Full dream- 1 point)

TOTAL= 16.5 points