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I am in Korea with a friend (unidentifiable), and we are in a bar/restaurant/bowling alley. A pretty korean girl from another group comes to hang out with us. There is a language barrier, so my friend acts as a translator. We are communicating and getting along well. I try to say something to her in Korean. I have a strong attraction to this girl.

The restaurant closes at around 1am. I try to offer her girl a ride home, but she declines and goes with her friends. We then go to another area where it is a shopping mall, it is now daytime. While still in the car, I notice that this girl is in this area with her friends doing some shopping. I tell my friend to park the car so we can follow her. This is when I realize that I am in a dream. I do the nose plug reality check and confirm. I thought to myself, and even told my friend, I am not going to get overly excited. My friend tries to park the car in an empty parking lot (looked like a parking lot of an asian super market) but continuously fails, he keeps going out of the lines and then keeps whirling around in circles. I felt like it was slowing me down and I had to go meet this girl. So I tell him to stop the car and I get out. I go to look for her. I go into a department store like Sak's and go on the escalator. after going up and down several floors on the escalator my dream ends.

Fragment
I was watching Real Madrid vs Barcelona on Sky Sports. Messi got the ball from midfield ran close to Madrid's defense, entered the box and slotted the ball home into the bottom right corner.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was a bright, warm, sunny day. I was in some kind of suburban neighborhood with a group of people. We all stood out in the middle of the road, in a wide intersection, near the crest of a shallow hill. The other side of the hill felt very airy, possibly like the seashore was nearby.

Somehow I knew -- I may actually have been explaining it to a business woman -- that either a plague or a flood had hit this area. The place had been ravaged for a while: either overwhelmed by waters or distraught by disease.

The calamity had subsided. But things weren't back to normal. The town's population was now extremely low.

On top of that, there were certain streets that were now run by dogs. It was easy to tell the streets apart. The streets that had nice, new, black asphalt were streets where humans lived. But the streets with older, pale asphalt were run by dogs. The streets with old asphalt, I knew, had been so ravaged by the calamity that the new asphalt had been stripped off of them.

It was known that the dogs would guard their streets. If humans came down the streets, the dogs, which were like German Shepherds, would group together along the street and growl the human away, back out of the street.

But new asphalt was now also being laid through the dog streets as well. The group of people and I were following one new strip of asphalt that had been laid, coming out of a dog street and heading toward the front of this neighborhood (which now, apparently, was a gated community).

There were two or three mail delivery men up ahead of us, pushing their bag-carts full of mail. Walking near the men were two or three big, black dobermans. I feel like they were acting as an escort for the mailmen, who, now that the new asphalt was being laid, were again having to go into the dog streets to deliver mail to the houses.

I was now outside the community's gates and a few blocks down. I was talking with somebody, probably a black man in his mid twenties, maybe a little skinny, with reddish hair, wearing a red shirt.

The man and I were out here on a job. The man may have been gossipping to me or complaining about the work, trying to find a way for the two of us to get out of it, even though I wasn't interested in finding a way out of the work.

I was now walking back up toward the gated community. The gate, I could see, was a kind of cheap-looking, chain-link fence, with a tiny post-structure for a security guard to stand inside of. After the fence, the street went up a hill that was covered in the deep shade of heavy-canopied trees.

There were a couple of people behind me and beside me to my right, but just out of my view. A black woman said to her friend, "I don't wanna have to see them showing off their lust for each other again. It makes me sick."

I wondered who the woman could have been talking about. I now saw that the community's gate was open, and that two black, female security guards were walking back and forth in the open space.

The women were both overweight, and their security uniforms were really tight on them. One woman was darker. She had hair about to her shoulders, brown, with blonde streaks in it. The other woman was lighter and had blondish hair, long, in tight braids that pulled up in a fountain-shape and then flowed down.

The long-haired woman was following the short-haired woman around closely, almost flopping over her. I could see now that these two women were lesbian lovers. The woman who had been complaining a moment ago had been complaining about these two women.

Dream #2

I was in a really nice restaurant. I sat along the back wall, with my right side against the wall, at a table for two. The restaurant was one big room, full of tables for two or four people. The tables and chairs were all of heavy, dark wood. The walls may also have been of heavy, dark wood.

It must have been daytime. The restaurant's lighting was dim, and most of the light seemed to be coming from a window at the front of the restaurant.

The chairs at my table, and at all the tables along the back wall, had tall backs, maybe two meters tall, carved in a Gothic style. The chairs were so tall and solid, they made me feel like it was sitting in a booth rather than at a table.

A wealthy-looking white man, maybe in his forties, sat at the table directly in front of mine. I was probably waiting for my food. I was reading a book, scribbling some figures with a pencil onto a pad of pink paper, and listening to music with my headphones.

But I now noticed I'd been singing along to the music I'd been listening to. I didn't know if my singing had been any good. I hoped I hadn't been singing too loud.

I thought it would have been rude to be singing like that here, in such a nice restaurant, with such a serious guy sitting in front of me. But I may also have thought that the guy could possibly have been a talent scout. I may have thought that if he'd heard me singing, he'd want to sign a record contract with me.

But I was more embarrassed by my bad singing and my impertinence for singing in such a place. I took out my earphones and put them away.

Dream #3

I walked into a restaurant in the downtown area of some big city. The restaurant was part of some big building, possibly a big hotel. The restaurant was huge, with windows for all its walls, letting in streams of bright morning light.

The restaurant was like one big room, but divided into a number of areas, mainly by means of setting some parts of the room up on higher platforms, maybe 30cm to 60cm in height, and arranging these platforms at odd angles from the rest of the restaurant. Some areas may also have been divided off by glass walls or waist-high divider-walls.

There was one little alcove with a couple tables in it just off to the left of the entrance. I was thinking of sitting there. There were a few big, beautiful, white business men sitting at a table. One man had a tanned, but reddened face and wiry, brown-red hair. He was laughing with the other men.

I still wanted to sit in that room. I wanted to sit near those men. But I also wanted to avoid them. I didn't want them to think I was trying to intrude in their business.

I looked throughout the rest of the restaurant. It was all empty. There may have been a waitress walking through some of the seating areas, doing something. But that was it.

I was now (I don't know why) so embarrassed with having wanted to sit at a table near the business men that I left the restaurant. I walked around the corner, but then came back in through a different door. This way, I thought, the business men would think I'd left. That way they wouldn't think I was trying to intrude on their business.

I was back in the restaurant. I walked up onto one of the platform levels and took a seat just a couple tables away from the glass wall dividing this area from the room the business men sat in. Apparently I still wanted to be close to the business men. One of the business men did take notice of me. I felt kind of stupid.

Dream #4

It was night. I was sitting with my family at a McDonald's. The McDonald's was packed with people. The place felt hot and greasy and steamy.

My family and I sat at a very low, long table. My mom, my siblings, my nephews and niece, and I all sat packed together. But there was another whole group of people at the table, too. So we were all pretty crammed together.

We had all our belongings heaped up on the table as well. I had a backpack or a book bag in front of me, amid a heap of other stuff.

Someone brought out our food. I had fries, possibly something with chicken in it, and a soda. I had to reach around all the stuff on the tables to get to the drink-tray with the sodas in it. The sodas were all smalls, in white cups.

But when I looked at my drink in the drink tray, I realized that, while I'd ordered a Coke, I'd been given a Sprite. I was really mad. I'd been here a number of times, and every time I'd asked for a Coke, I'd gotten a Sprite.

I blurted out, "Christ, I hate these people. They did it to me again!"

But I noticed that there was an extra drink in the drink tray. It was a watery-looking orange drink in the drink tray. It looked like a mix of orange Hi-C and carbonated water. I like Hi-C, so I thought I would just be satisfied with that drink instead.

But my brother, who was sitting just to my right, said, "Did they give you the wrong thing? Don't take it. I'll complain to them."

I didn't want anybody to complain, as, in my experience, complaining just made things worse. But my brother had already complained and was now back in his seat.

Now one of the workers came up, a fat, white woman, dressed in blue slacks, a dark maroon polo shirt with blue sleeves and collar, and a visor-hat with a maroon visor. The woman asked, "Did someone here have a complaint about their drink?"

I stood up to face the woman. I didn't want to. But since she was here, I thought, I should just be honest with her. But I hid my face behind the top half of a big styrofome meal-container that was holding a bunch of ripple-cut french fries. I was even shoving french fries and catsup in my mouth as I stood there.

But the woman knew it was me. She either poked her head around the container or forced me to lower the container so she could see my face.

The woman said something like, "Oh, so it's you again!" as if she knew me for a constant trouble maker in the store.

It was obvious that the woman wasn't going to change my drink. She walked away, back behind the front counter. But she sent out another worker, either a black man or a black woman, to kind of pace back and forth around the table and make sure I wasn't trying to start any more trouble.

My family had all finished their meal and were ready to go. We were in a hurry to get somewhere -- maybe to the airport, so I could catch a flight back to New York.

Everybody else in the family was now outside, and I was sitting at the table by myself. It also felt like a large part of the people in the restaurant were gone, too. The place felt kind of empty.

I was trying to pick up all my stuff to get going. But for some reason I couldn't find my book bag.

A new family was coming into the store. There were a mom, a dad, a daughter, and some other people. The dad was tall, white, with a huge belly, barely held in by a thin t-shirt. He wore dark-tinted eyeglasses and had short, blonde-grey, curly hair.

The daughter was young, maybe twelve or thirteen years old. She wasn't very pretty. She had kind of frizzy hair and a nerdy look. But I was probably really attracted to her sexually.

The father obviously thought of me as "below" him, and he didn't even want me around his family while they ate. He was bustling around near me, huffing and puffing and trying to intimidate me. Finally he walked over to my table and stepped on my book bag (which was now on the floor?) a couple times.

I was really angry that the father stepped on my book bag. I had my computer in there. He could have broken it. I was probably going to stand up to him.

But suddenly I was outside, walking with my family to the car. We got in the car as I was telling my mom about the guy who had been bullying me inside. My mom may have asked if I wanted to take care of it in any way. But I didn't think it was any use.

I told my mom, though, that I probably should go back into the store. I'd been looking for my book bag in there, and I hadn't found it yet.

My mom said, "Oh, we just took your book bag with us when we headed out of the restaurant. It's in the back." (The back was like a hatchback, rather than a trunk.) "Did you want me to get it for you before we started driving?"

I kind of did. I wanted to make sure my computer was okay. I remembered the man stepping on my bag. But I didn't know if that was a real memory, now. If my mom had taken the bag out with her, it couldn't have been there for the man to step on.

I figured I'd just take a chance, then, and look at my computer once we got to wherever we were going. I told my mom, "No, that's fine. As long as my book bag's in the car with us, that's all I care about."

Fragment:
I was in my school's computer room, but my math teacher was there to teach us. She was walking around the room, talking to every kid, and teaching them to do this weird fist pump thing.

Dream:
I was side by side with a woman I hardly knew. But supposedly, she was my leader, or something like that. We walked down a huge flight of royal stairs, still side by side, and faced a large group of people. There was someone sitting on a throne/judge-like seat (I'm guessing this was the king, or someone held in high authority). While my leader was telling the "king" something, I looked at what she was wearing and what I was wearing, too. It looked like a long green, silken dress down to the floor, with some of it trailing behind her. She had long, flowing hair; which reached down to her hips. She was very beautiful.

I now looked at what I was wearing. A light pink, silken dress, that went down to the floor as well. The sides of my light blonde hair were held back into two small braids (mainly like Legolas' hair in Lord of the Rings) and the rest went down to about my hips also. I seriously felt like Zelda.

I can't remember what all my leader said, but after that, there was blackness. Now we were outside. There were men around, supposedly preparing for battle, because some were dressed in armor. I can't remember what I was doing here, or if my leader was with me or not.

But someone was following me. Later, I found out it was a little creature, a hobbit possibly. He was short, and he looked like Sam (LOTR, not my sister). He held this dark blue stick. It looked like a small tube filled with dark blue powder. I didn't know what it was until he used it on me.

Now both of us were back in the room I started in in the dream. My leader and I, also the hobbit. I had taken it back into the room. It struggled the whole way. I was seriously thinking it was Sam, but it was not friendly.

He took out his blue stick again, and this time, pointed it at my foot. I tried to hit his hand away but for a hobbit, he was pretty strong. We struggled on the floor and my leader was reading something calmly in the corner. The hobbit pointed the blue stick at my foot again, and squeezed. Instantly, my foot starting numming, and it was painful. I smelled metal. Tasted awful. Simultaneously, I heard my leader say, "That is a freezing stick. If he keeps that up for a couple more seconds, the limb could freeze off." I slapped the stick out of his hand, and warmth started coming back into my foot. I stood up, and the hobbit ran away I think.

I walked (limped) over to the beginning of the flight of stairs we walked down in the beginning of the dream. I looked around. Tons of people were there, waiting for a report. I walked awkwardly back inside the room. My leader did a facepalm.

We walked back down the stairs to report something to the people as well as the king. I can't remember what, though.

I was in a room with some kind of club. They told me to go look for someone named O-something, I can't remember. I went next door and there was another club. They had no idea where he was. One of the members suggested detention, so i went off to look for the detention room.

But when I left their clubroom I was in a mall. It was reall busy, everyone rushing around. I wandered aimlessly, looking for the o-something-or-other person. I walked along the halways looking at all of the items in the store windows. I got to a desk that was like a store, but more like a stand or booth. There was a long line, but I stayed. When I got to the counter I asked the lady working there where I could find the guy I was looking for, but in the dream at that point I had forgotten his name. She said detention was on the floor below, which is why I couldn't find it.

I decided to stay here for a bit, so I asked the lady what she was selling. Most of it was junk, but there was a really cute turtwig plush pokemon. I asked her how much it was, and she said she got it for ¥500. She only charged me $3 for 3 of them. I picked a groudon and kyogre and left. I saw an escalator, so I walked onto it without even noticing the sign next to it. I looked back and saw that it was out of order, and it began moving very fast. Then I woke up.

My Dream recall has been real bad lately, just not remembering anything!

Somebody new

I am walking with my wife and she is explaining to me that she has met someone else. She still loves me, but, she loves this other guy as well so she won't be seeing me as much. It's such a casual conversation that until she leaves I don't fully realize what this means. And then it hits me, DAMN!

A walk into the past

I'm walking along an old street I walked when I was a kid, in an old town I used to live in. I Start to think about how a few years ago I new so many people down this street, how it was impossible for me to go down this busy street without catching up with someone I knew. But I'm older now (I just hit 30) and everybody I knew here has grown up and moved on, things have changed, I've changed; I feel old. I start to think of how it was so unfair that I couldn't just transport myself back in time, just to say hi, because I missed some friends. Oh the irony, if only I knew I was dreaming I could have done exactly that!

Robots

Dream fragment: I am a robot, waiting in line with two other robots in front of me.

Colour Legenda:
Setting| Technique used | Dream (lv1) | Dream (lv2) | Lucid Dream | Notes
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Ok, I know dreams are meant to be strange, but this is really.. ..I'm just going to say what happened in the dreams and let you judge for yourself.

Dream: 5.18 am
There's been a flood, I can see a canyon in the middle of the street, made by the waterflow. I'm in my own town, on my way to an old lady who used to live in a square little house, but decided on a whim she liked the little square house on the opposite side of the road better. So I ride my bike past her new house quietly, trying not to be discovered by her (for some reason, I think she's annoying or something) and my aunt shows up. My parents are suddenly there and my mother decides I have too much stuff with me and promptly decides to completely rearrange my bags. (she does this IRL too, so I didn't think much of it).

Dream 2:
I'm with a bunch of friends (whom I don't know IRL), we're doing something of a game but it'll be filmed as well. It involves some of us being shot with a paralyzation powder gun. So my friends get hit, and I pass out simply from smelling the gas. We wake up and we all look different, as if someone performed plastic surgery on all of us and it healed real quick.

I can tell the first part is just to do with my moving. ..across the street from where my parents live. Perhaps the old lady was me, and I didn't want to confront myself with that? I don't know.

I'm not entirely sure if the second dream is a separate dream or not, but it feels like it is, so I classify it as such.

I'm with a girl at a giant amusement park. There are rides and games. One of the rides is a water ride and I have on a yellow life jacket. There's a bunch of life jackets lined up at the start of the ride. There's a row of yellow ones and a row of orange ones. They say different sizes on them, like "large" and "youth". There's one that says, "family jacket."

I go into a house that I'm not familiar with. I see a certain bedroom and I'm like, "Oh yeah, that's the bedroom that I'm staying in." I walk in the room and there are two beds. There is a girl sitting on one bed. I sit on the other bed. She says, "So did you sleep comfortably?" I'm like, "Yeah." She says, "That mattress is too hard for me." Then a different girl comes in, her roommate. It's the girl I was with at the amusement park. Me and her start making out on the bed, right in front of the other girl. I remember brushing my hand on her cheek and kissing her with my eyes open. I look into her eyes. Her eyes really stick out in my memory. It was nice to kiss her. It made me feel really aroused. I remember being excited. Then she told me that she had had sex thirty times in the past month. I'm like, "What the heck? Thirty times? With how many guys?" She tells me fifteen. Then she's like, "So are we still game?" I'm disgusted and I just say, "Uh...I'll see you later." Then some other people come into the bedroom along with a bunch of dogs, maybe five or six puppy dogs.

There are two fish flopping around on the ground. A big crowd of people is gathered around them. I throw money down on the ground to bet on which fish would die first.

A bunch of people are being loaded up on buses, me being among them. Then I get off the bus and there's an army walking across a park looking for anybody who might have been left behind; anybody who didn't get on the buses. Their plan is to shoot them. I'm walking around looking for a place to go to the bathroom that's not out in the open.

I'm walking around the outside of the Summer Drive house. I walk in between the azalea bushes and the front of the house. There are a bunch of dead ducks and other water fowls in the bushes.

I'm with Noelle and we're walking along somewhere outdoors. There are two women with a small boy maybe kindergarten-age. They're taking pictures of him with a camera. Then there is a man with them too and he's holding the boy beside a tree, then hoisting him up on a tree branch, having him sit up in the tree for a photograph. After that, they want a picture of all of them together so they ask if one of us will take a picture for them. Noelle takes the camera and is about to take a picture when I make a joke by jumping into the picture with them. It's funny because none of them know me.
Suddenly, we're at the CSU and I'm saying hello to all the people I knew from when I was there. I'm giving high fives and shaking their hands and I'm like, "So you're still hanging around this old dump, are you?" This one lady introduces herself to me. She's about to go walking around a track. They're all on their "physical fitness break". Then Noelle and I are leaving and I'm saying good bye to everybody. Then somebody gives us a ride in their car and we're driving away. Now it seems kinda like summer camp, but it's not camp because it's not out in the woods. It's a downtown city type of area with a bunch of streets. Some people are following us on bicycles. They're laughing and making jokes. They yell at us from their bikes.

Me and somebody else, I don't know who, are cooking pizza in an oven. Then Ryan from work is there and he's heating up his pizza on the hot surface of a coffee pot. Somebody there is talking about how they went to get their bicycle and it was gone.

Spread out in front of me on a table are a bunch of copies of the GZA album, "Liquid Swords," except they're divided up in two halves. One of them is side A CDs with tracks 1-6 and they other one is side B with tracks 6-12.

My dream recall has been improving greatly lately. I attribute it to drinking chamomile tea and eating some peanut butter on toast before bed, along with some other sleep improvements. Anyway, I've been able to recall up to three dreams a night, which is awesome! Here's a quick recap of what I've got written down for just the past week:

-Ran into my ex-boyfriend at a super-fancy restaurant. He tried to ask me out again, and stuffed dried grass into my shirt pocket. For some reason, in my dream I knew this meant he was very serious about asking me out.

-Went to the Ohio State Fair (LOL I've only ever been to Ohio once in my life, for a day...and it didn't involve a fair) and walked through the animal barns to look around. As I walked I realized the animals were turning into humans. They were all naked and filthy, and they stared out at me with blank expressions. It was unsettling. I reached a room where some of the "barn humans" were sitting on benches, watching a video recording of a televangelist on a cheap TV. They asked me if I wanted to watch the video, but I refused.

This dream is pretty significant to me, because I think I tried to go lucid. I distinctly remember thinking "Wait, how do I know this is Ohio?" while I was dreaming. ON MY WAY TO LUCIDITY. AW YEAH.

-These are all in the same night---1. I won a latte-making contest 2. I participated in a fishing competition at this huge (and to the best of my knowledge, non-existent in real life) college where I ran into a Buddhist monk. 3. I was alone at my high school's swimming pool watching mermaids swim around. Then this crowd of people came from nowhere and started some tribal ritual that involved killing the mermaids. I was heartbroken.

-I baked cookies with children who had human bodies and bird heads. I remember a cardinal, blue jay, kingfisher and oriole. They were all very polite, and I had a really good time.

-Found myself rehearsing for the stage version of The Lion King

-I was in a bright, sunny, green field with songs fluttering around me like butterflies (I have no idea how to explain this, but they were songs and they were fluttering). I had a net, and when I caught a song, it would play. Sometimes the song was good, sometimes it sucked.

Yeah. Here's to continued good recall. These dreams are really fun, or at least interesting.

So, I'm in my room, and I'm modding DV on my 40 inch flat screen, and Linda Friday is there. She's flirting around with me, and I'm reading this post Mancon made about something needing to be handled. Friday is all over me at this point, and I'm pretty sure it's going to be go time right after I finish it's crap on DV haha.

I think my task had to do something with a password reset or something, because she said I needed to rename something. I told her "in that case I'm going to name the password after something I'm going to do to you". I started out with the name break....and that just wasn't good enough. Then thumper, because it could be used as thump her as well...but it still didn't work. Then all of sudden I was like "Fracture, because I'm going to fracture your shit". We both laughed, and I used it. Then she was "no you can't". I thought about how much action she gets in her movies and said "you might be right, but I'm going to try my damnedest". And.....the dream faded.

I chatting to my friend through some form of voice communication through my computer and i peered through my blinds to see steven spielberg outside, i waved at him and he waved back, i was astonished!

I then realised i had an opointment at the doctors which i was incredibly late for, when i got outside there was an ambulance waiting for me and i realised i had scruffy hair and no top on, when we got there i apologised to the nurse who shrugged it off and said it was ok.

i sat down and she started to talk about the shots she needed to give me, i shot myself with something almost instictively but i didnt remember what it wass and i dont even think she nurse knew i did it, maybe it was some form of protection from what she was about to give me.

She had something in a syringe which was yellow and smelt like banana, i put my hand on the desk and just above my knuckle she put the tip of the syrindge on and flicked it and i heard "pop" and a tiny force hit my hand like a pellet or small velocity paintball gun, i retracted my hand as a reflex and she laughed at me, she then did it again on two different parts of my knuckle.

She started to go through when i should take it and i began to feel fuzzy, i asked if i could have a lie down, she started to turn the desk into a bed, my mind started to mess up, i tried clenching my hand and my hand opened, i said "oh my god i have backwards co ordination" i tried to open my hand and it clenched, it was really strange. then i began to hear a loud buzz in the room and i got a massive tinitus rush and i went deaf when she was talking. I fell to the floor and felt my whole face going completely numb, i began to stand up but my "backwards" co ordination set in, she said i had some condition temporarily from it, cant remember the name now.

As i sat there monging out i heard her say "no im not happy with this at all" and then it all went black and i was awake, it was as if in the dream i was coming out of the dream and i could feel the SP setting in with the hallucagenic noises from it, and at the same time hear the vibration from my fan. strange.

Wierd

I am watching a girl with long brown hair that I have never seen before. behind her is a mirror. As I watch the woman outside the mirror turns away from me... but the reflection stays and looks at me. I feel terrified when the reflection comes toward me. She calms me down when she begins to kiss me. and I become oblivious of her double.

Dream Count: 0
DILDs: 0 , WILDs: 0 , MILDS: 0 , APs: 0

Notes:
This is similar to the second day of my dream journal. I may be developing a subconscious pattern. I hope I am not, I must stop this if I do.

This dream I had a week before the 2003 forest fires in kelowna.

I was in the save-on supermarket in teh south end of town. If you know the layout of kelowna at all, it's right next to a big lake, and the area that kelowna sits on is kindof a delta, surrounded by some pretty tall mountains. So I was in the supermarket and I was waiting in line to pay for the stuff I bought when I saw water rising up the outside entrance way. The doors were sealed shut so the water wasn't coming in but I realized I was sitting in a deathtrap.

I went outside to try and drive my bike (I had a suzuki 600cc at the time). So I started up my bike and tried to drive it. The water level had come up to the gas tank and I was worried I wouldn't be able to drive home. I got the bike started and drove away and just as I started driving the water level went above the handlebars of the bike. I cranked the gas and tried to use the tire as a hydroplane, using high rpm's to keep the bike afloat, which actually worked. By the time i started heading for the mountains (which is where I lived in real) the water level was at least 20 feet high. I looked southward and off in the distance I could see this massive tornado. There was stuff in the air flying everywhere, there was stuff floating around like toys, garbage, everything u could imagine from people's backyards.

All I could remember was thinking was 'oh my god this town is going to go under'.

The Kelowna 2003 forest fire happened a week after this dream and for the first day, the tornado of smoke that went up looked EXACTLY like the tornado I saw in my dream, and pretty much in the very same area of the okanagan too. Very weird that I would dream of a giant tornado and a week later we get a firestorm.