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I don't remember much from last night. It may have been that I didn't get as much sleep as usual, or because I took cough medicine before bed.

Fragments

There is a baseball game going on. A famous pitcher is having some trouble, or is disliked by the manager of the team, or something. The manager will not let him play, but instead has him in the bullpen the entire game. The pitcher is warming up by pitching balls to a virtual reality type animation, like a large Wii type video game.

In another fragment somewhere, I am looking at dogs. Maybe I am buying a dog. I don't quite remember. It is a little terrier or Scotty dog, or something.

I"m at a casino that's ram by R and theres this huge slot machine I decided. To play (I think this was after bowling there). I put in a dollar and selected max bet and it hit 777 and all aces. The money started pouring out and was so happy, but when I leaned up against the machine it reset. The money stopped coming out as well. I told r about it and he started giving me a look like he wasnt going to be able to do anything about it.

Fragment 1: I don't remember any places or events that took place, but the only thing that i could remember was that I could "open my inventory" such as an RPG game. I had 5 boxes to put my skills in, and i cant remember what they were.

1 - I dreamed about a lot of things and failed to recall them yet again. I've recently gotten some bad nerve damage in my elbow, so that was very distracting when i was trying to to recall my dreams from last night. I've been studying a lot for finals as well. I hope that after all of this crap, I can wake up without worrying about tons of stuff.

Well it was not lucid in the slightest but my most Vivid dream to date! I could smell, Taste and see details!

I remember, Having a pink knife in my hand, The sharpest of the culinary knifes set.


Anyway, Continuing, I was in England, Kent, Dover. I used to go to school in this town, As well as being born there. But I had a broken school bag, And I could see police roaming the streets.. I had to put this knife somewhere, So I put it in my bag. But the knife once in the bag was piercing through the bags fabric into my stomach . I was wearing the broken bag in the front of me instead on my back. The pointy part of the knife broke through the fabric and proper digging into my body.. It hurt. Then all of a sudden...

This is Dover.


The people I disliked at secondary school, as well as being bullies towards me in years 8-9 were okay with me, Not friends just okay. We started hanging around with each other. We were roaming the town of Dover then a Police woman caught us and said she wanted to search us. (In real life I don't even look like a thug, So to search me was rather strange, I blame it on the people I was with whom looked like thugs.) She seen the knife in my bag and she got her note pad thing out and fined me. I remember arguing with her.

I'm not sure, But I believe we all ran away from her. We did get away. I remember going down this street in Dover. Busy main road but with shops on either side... I remember the police officer caught up with us, So we started running went through a shop and through the side doors in the shops that led to other shops.. That was rather strange. We went in one other shop and the Indian man was making chicken. It was just cooked, Hot with the hot steam rising from it.

The chicken was crispy, nicely cooked. Like you would see in adverts on television. He offers me some while the guys I was with ran out the back door. They were telling me to follow them. But this chicken was too good to refuse. The Indian native man ripped a bit of the breast of the chicken off and put it on a plate, Then I said I have to go, he said "No I give you chicken now" He took a bite out of the chicken breast.

All of a sudden the dream became too vivid and my eyes homed in on his mouth while biting a piece of chicken breast we was going to give me. His teeth were rotten and horrible. He said " You see? It taste good" Obviously the English language was not his strong point.

The Indian man one taken his bite of the chicken meant for me, Put it back on my plate, he slopped more chicken on my plate. I said politely "I'm not so hungry now, I must go" Sensing the Police officer was near to entering this room, I had to leave. He was not so happy and he put his body in front of the counter so I could not go to the back door.

As a result, my evil ruthless side came out and went into my bag and picked up the knife, And waved it in the man's face. It was kinda hilarious since it was pink.
He said " Okay I let you go now, Never come back"

I ran as fast as I could out the back door into the back and ran up the road that goes up a hill. It's much like San Francisco.

Police officer chased us, But we lose her by hiding on top of the grassy hill and behind bushes. Then a old friend from my school is suddenly in the group. We then speak to each other and ask each other were we want to go, I said "Folkstone Hills" We knew the police were going to be looking for us but we had to get to these hills. Everyone in the group says "Yeah! Good Idea George"

Problem is, My brain combined Dover town and Folkstone town into one town. These hills were at the other side of the town centre, It would be hard, Since the police station is in the centre of the town and if anyone has been to England, Everything is compacted and busy.

I don't remember going in the town, But I remember arriving at the hills. It was beautiful so much life, then the dream after a while ended.

Folkstone Hills


Thoughts on why I had this dream.

Police Officer - Reading news articles about the police recently.
Dover and Folkstone - It's associated with my old school.
Pink Knife - I have a purple knife in real life.
Friends with old bullies - Maybe my subconscious believes there is unfinished business.
Indian Man in shop - Common thing in the UK to see such things.
Chicken - My mum keeps making roast dinners and I loath them.

Final thoughts and opinion: I think it was a learning process for me. I enjoyed the vividness of it. I give this dream 7/10

12/9/11

NON-LUCID

Dream 1:

I’m in school in my graduation robes, and I'm in a gym for the Graduation.



I was announced to receive something, but I had to ask and explain random things to some tall guy who looks like Steve Jobs.



After I receive my reward (which I didn’t feel in my hand at ALL??), I just sat on the bleachers for a while until the dream fades.

Dream 2:

I think I’m in my apartment and in the kitchen and I see a box that looks like an adult toy for males. I saw a picture of Lela and Fry from Futurama on the box of the toy.



I picked it up (of course) and ran for a public restroom (why didn’t I use the one in my apartment?), but apparently I had to use the public because I needed a phone line. (My mind is trying to rationalize things to not make me aware)



I go into a bathroom stall, but there were long and thin gaps that people could peek in to see what you were doing, and there was one urinal on my left and the other on my right, and two guys were there.



I couldn’t do anything obviously, and I couldn’t reach for the phone line near the left urinal. And then some random dude pops up by the right urinal, does his business, and says “Cya later Brandon.”

I completely ignored the fact that a DC said my first name for once, and said “Okay, Bye” in a rushed voice. That’s all I remember for that one.

Dream 3:

I’m basically walking in a store like a chicken with no head attached, I was so lost and just kept going back and forth. I believe I stumbled upon a random fast food that sold some meals that would like look like they would have compelling aromas.

Then I’m inside a school that looks like Cypress Lakes High school’s Cafeteria, and some dude who keeps wearing Grey shirts is talking to a girl named Razz I knew IRL. He was bragging to her on how he needed 50% on a test to be accepted to a college in Florida.

(How is that a hard test?)

Dream 4: I was talking to a girl on the phone and she asked if I wanted to hear something cool. I don’t know what she was doing, but there was spit and slobber all over the place.



Apparently she’s gagging on something for the lawlz0rs and she did the “Gluck gluck gluck” sound 998 times according this RANDOM counter that pops up in front of me.

Dream 5:

Apparently I’m President Obama in this dream, but I didn’t realize it until later on. I’m being asked tough policy questions (lulz0rs I’m screwed) and he was wearing a bunch of laundry clothes for “protection.”




I answered the question (still not realizing that I’m Obama at this time) by declaring that you had to take a pair of jeans, swirl them around a little bit, and throw them over there, and BAM, solution SOLVED!



Then I realize I’m Obama, and the person giving me more questions screamed at me “WATCH OUT FOR THE GUY IN THE ICE-CREAM HAT!”



I believed what he said and ran like hell, and I grabbed a random bike (suddenly I’m myself again with some sport shorts and a red shirt). I forgot I had my own bike parked somewhere in the bike racks, but there was too much tension between this guy with an ice-cream hat.

I kept peddling like crazy and realized no one was chasing me.


(I know that's not a bicycle, but my expression was probably that running from the ice-cream man.

I see some cars going the wrong direction my way, and some wanted to go to the right of where I’m riding (they had their blinkers on). So I decided to stop and see an Asian lady outside pull out a map outside, and I do the same.

We were on some sandy area with a tree for shade.

And that’s all for my Wacky and incoherent dreams!

second dream of the week where i am in a group escaping from some kind of chasing group. first one we were in an armoured bus with bullets whizing past but last nights was more fun. was in the park (brocket) and involved in some kind of war game type op. the chasers were catching people with these bungee cord type things that they fired like arrows or something, then pulled you towards them. i never got caught despite sometimes having some trouble moving. the last thing i remember was going to hide in some little bushes with some old guy. then i floated back down and over the river to a group of old mates sat there

I think I will start off with comic sonic since that seems to be the most interesting. I don't remember much how it started, but it started off in a park and my sister had the hose and was spraying us with it. Actually I should of told the tornado story since it came before Comic Sonic, but I will make a connection.

So I slide down a green hill side to avoid the water as it was bothering me. Then I started to see a blue hedgehog running around with some guy chasing him. There was this one scientist chasing him (wasn't eggman) he was skinny with a robot. What made it a comic? Not because it was funny (Which it kind of was) but also it acted like a slide show, literally like bubbles popping over there heads when they talked and such.

Sonic: Who is the fastest one around?

Tails hesitates for a moment and sighs: You are.

(insert blue blur line here)

Egg man: So, that scientist thinks he can take out sonic? Well that's my job!

Other scientist: Sonic is mine! I got one grenade launcher, two lasers and a pack of punch!

Egg Man: Well, I got 5 grenade launchers, two rockets, 6 machine guns!

(They both start to launch weapons at each other and blew each other up)

Then it goes to my house when I was looking through some original Nintendo games, trying to find sonic and all I found was games of old dreams which I previously dreamed. It was really dark gloomy in the living room with some things missing, and just my sister was there. It was boarder line depressing the whole scene.

Before Sonic happened, I had a dream where I was driving around with my mom and we started to see these giant hoses spray up into the clouds and came back down. Then I was getting exciting because they started spinning and forming tornadoes. I looked down at the whole city, and one giant wedge tornado was being formed. But no destruction. Which made me curious. We got close enough to one of those giant hoses and my sister grabs it and starts spraying me with it. Then the sonic thing came up.

In one dream during the night I was at my uncles house, and he was unusually tall and his house was very, very cluttered and boring. He was talking to my dad then gave him a present, which was a model helicopter. They tried to fly in the house but it crashed.

That's all I remember for now.

Dream 1
I was in the first mission of Call of Duty 4:Modern Warfare where you are on a boat. I went through the mission as usual and then ran like the wind to the helicopter. I didn't jump onto the boat I just ran.

Dream 2
I was in the Middle East it looked like Battlefield 3 and I became lucid at one point. I flew around with all my equipment. I hate it when you can't remember a dream when you go lucid.

Dream 3
I'm in a cove with WWE wrestlers and a person starts explaining how to be accepted by Americans and how Wade Barrett is now called Barry in the US.

Fragment
I'm in a clothes shop and there was a 50% off discount.

Side Notes
These dreams came on after another as I woke up.

I am at my hometown apartment, but the house has different atmosphere.
My cousin's family is here. I'm playing with a small white puppy in my grandma's room. there's a big green bowl containing chocolate candies on the cabinet. I throw one to the puppy and I try one too. it's really sugary with chocolate-milk taste. it's good anyway!

then suddenly the puppy runs out of the room and I follow him. there's my aunt in the living room, preparing dog food for the puupy, saying "he doesnt eat anything. he should stop eating those junk foods!"
so I say "hey Aunt, you should starve him, he will eventually eat the meal. my other aunt once did this to feed her dog."
I try to find that puupy in the kitchen. he keeps trying to hide in the corner. I find him, and grab him with my hand but then he slips out and turns into...an.... ant. I'm like wtf?! then he turns into a puppy again, but then he turns into little fly and fly away. at this point I felt really weird and thought how could this happen?! but never got lucid....
I tell my aunt about this and her face gets puzzled.

I am on the sofa chilling out, and Aunt brought new puppy; a small bull dog. he jumps on the sofa beside me, being shy and all. so I pet his head and he gets friendly and tries to hug me. I hug him really tightly, and he hugs me too. I think he speaks that he's really happy to see me. I feel really really great.

suddenly scene jumps. I'm on the tour bus with my cousin's family going to some kind of island fishing?
there is my black bag infront of me. the bull dog and I try to draw a monkey face on it, and we laugh.

we get off the bus. I'm confused whether I have to take visa with me or not...

It was a long dream that had no clear chain of events. the only thing I remember for sure is some sort of hill to my right, and a house/tent thing to my left, and at some point a girl with black hair running to at least to her shoulders.

Ah, finally. A dream to document in my DJ. Albeit I only remember what feels like the last bit, that's fine.

This is a bit hazy.
I had been given what looks like one of those cans that make 'moo' sounds when you tip it. Except these played music. Mine played Lady Gaga. I had it with me.
I had been driven somewhere, unprepared, by a friend. I was in my pajamas, and when we pulled into the parking lot behind a large building I got out and changed from my pajama pants into a miniskirt. Then we went into some public, co-ed bathroom and I was able to overhear some guys talking about how they'd bet money I wasn't attractive, even dressed up. (I was in a baggy t-shirt, skirt, no makeup, fluffy hair.)
I plugged in my flat iron, changed my shirt, and got to work on my makeup. I tipped my magical Lady Gaga can and listened to 'Marry The Night' while I threw on some makeup. I was alone now. A girl walked in - I recognize her as a girl I'd been in high \school with who made my life hell. She barged into the bathroom and began to use my flat iron. I was angry, but after a few moments she left. I set to change my playlist on my can-thing, but it had become my laptop, displaying Youtube.
Then I was prodded awake by my mother.

the only real interesting thing is that since Marry The Night has come out, that has been what I listen to while getting dressed in the morning.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was walking with a couple "friends" through a large area like a mix between a museum and an airport. The floors were grey. There was at least one balcony overhead. The light was a watery-white fluorescent.

One of my friends was a woman. She going to take a trip somewhere in South America. It was somehow like I had gotten her interested in this trip, or like I had gotten her involved with some organization that had put her on this trip.

The woman was kind of worried about how the trip was going to turn out. She didn't even know exactly where she was going in South America. But she didn't want to be so far away from the equator that she was always cold, and she didn't want to be in such a small town that there was never anything to do.

I told the woman that we would look at a map of South America. If she told me enough about the place she was going, I could probably figure out where it was on the map.

I now saw that the big area we were in had a gigantic map of South America. The map stood upright. It was maybe twenty meters tall. It was shaded to match the land forms and vegetation areas of South America. It may have been three-dimensional as well. On the floor, perpendicular to the map, was a long platform-like base with words on it.

I pointed through the moderate crowd up toward the map of South America. I could almost imagine myself driving along some of the roads in South America.

The woman must have been telling me about the place, because I was gettng a distinct impression that she was going to ----- (? - Chile, or Argentina?). I told the woman she didn't have to worry, that she would be going to a very warm place.

But now we were walking up toward a whole new map. I don't know what happened to the previous map. But we'd never gotten very close to it. But now we were getting up much closer to the second tall map.

The second map may have been larger than the first map as well. For some reason, I was afraid to be so close. The map was all blue. The ocean surrounding South America was a dark blue. South America was a pale blue or turquoise.

One city near the northeast end of South America began blinking. But the woman then told me the name of the city where she would be: "Las Ne-----." That city started blinking, just a little to the southwest of the very center of South America.

I knew that this city was in Brazil. The city was small, and the winters got very cold there. The woman would be miserable. But this is where she'd been assigned to go. And I'd gotten her into this whole thing in the first place! I felt terrible. But I still tried to convince myself that maybe she'd end up liking it.

I looked over to my friend. She was now TB, a male co-worker from a couple jobs back, who IWL comes from Brazil.

Dream #2

I was riding a bike through a suburban park, along a concrete path. It was a sunny day. I was all alone, but I may possibly have felt like I was a part of some race.

I rode across a lawn, which was flat at first, then rolled down a small slope. As I went down the slope there was a small building about fifty meters ahead of me and off to my left. I headed for another concrete path at the bottom of the slope.

Closer to the path was a small tree, kind of like a pine tree. But its limbs and branches were rather barren of needles. The branches were also dotted with a strange kind of fruit.

The meat of the fruit was yellow, but very small. It was dotted with seeds, like a strawberry is. But the seeds had either grown so big or ingested so much of the fruit's meat, that they were huge, taking up more space now than the meat of the fruit did. The seeds were shaped like coffee beans. There were also brownish pine-needles sticking out of the fruit.

As I got down toward the concrete path, a young woman came biking up the slope toward me. I figured she was gay (a shallow assumption) because she was overweight, wore a boyish t-shirt and khaki shorts, and had a boyish haircut of curly, brown hair.

I knew that this woman was in a race. I figured it was probably the race I was also in. I didn't seem too concerned about the race, though.

I was now eating as I was riding. Maybe I was eating something like beef jerky or fruit roll-ups. I remember I was chewing like crazy, almost like a wild, angry animal.

I pulled a small, narrow paper back out into my field of view. I pulled two small pins out of the bag. They were backed with brass and fronted with some kind of multi-colored, glass or porcelain design. They were medals for races I'd won.

I may have been stopped and standing or sitting on the lawn by this point. I may possibly have popped one or both of the medals in my mouth, as if I were going to eat them. But I suddenly realized that you don't eat medals. You save them. I was really hungry. But I put the medals back in the bag.

Dream #3

I was inside some kind of structure with a lot of people. The structure -- I'm guessing -- was a tent made out of tarp-like material, like you see for big picnics or for large booths during summertime festivals. The walls were all pulled down, though, so that the sunlight coming through them was a dim, dusty amber.

I was in the midst of the crowd, talking with two little Asian girls. They were maybe five years old. They were good friends. They both had short hair, cut about jaw-length.

The two girls were now being called away, maybe by one girl's dad, who may have been a tall, kind of skinny, white man. The girls had to go get ready for a running race.

I now stood in another area. I looked up to my right. There was a doorway in the wall of the tarp. From that doorway, a plastic-boarded running-track was laid out through the center of the structure. It was bordered on either side by some kind of barrier -- maybe a jumble of stretch-tape barriers, steel-gate barriers, and plastic net barriers.

Everybody milled around on either side of this race track, kind of half-anticipating the start of the race. I may have looked up through the doorway to see the girls. They were in their starting positions, which were actually a few meters outside the doorway.

I was now back a ways from the track. The race started. Two girls may have run into the structure. But I didn't know one of the girls. The other girl was one of the friends. But she now seemed much younger than the other friend I'd been talking to. And she didn't know how to stay in her own lane. She was veering far to the left.

The race may have been stopped, due to the lack of focus by its two participants. Or it may have continued, though nobody really cared about it anymore.

But I wondered what happened to the other girl I'd been talking to. I may have looked (maybe only in my mind's eye) up through the doorway again. I may have come to the conclusion that thing had been so confusing at the start of the race that the girl had tripped and fallen.

I was sad that the girl had fallen. Everybody knew she was the favorite to win the race. I thought they might even start the race all over again for her sake. But maybe they wouldn't. That might not be fair.

I then thought that maybe I had caused the girl to fall. Maybe, while I'd been talking to the two little girls, I'd caused the older little girl to become so sexually attracted to me that she was distracted, and so she'd messed up her footing at the beginning of the race.

Dream #4

I was sitting in a seating area of a small deli with my friend MG, a Swedish guy I'd worked with on an Americorps program in New York.

We were going on some hike somewhere. We'd stopped at this deli to pick up some stuff before we left. But then we'd decided to sit here for a while before we really headed off and drove to wherever we were going to start this hike.

The table we sat at was a small, two-person table. From about waist-height up, there was a mirror running along the wall to my left. Across the narrow dining area from me, some refrigerated food and beverage display cases lined the walls. The floors of the area were brown tile. Farther ahead, behind MG, I could see where this area opened up into the larger store area of the deli.

Two girls walked down toward, then past, our table. The girls were maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. They were incredibly hot, with blonde hair, tight shorts and soft t-shirts clinging closely to their breasts. It seemed like the girls may have been planning to go hiking, too.

The girls sat directly behind us. It seemed like they wanted us to talk to them. But I felt like I was too old to hit on eighteen-year-old girls. I'd look like a dirty, old man.

My backpack (? - don't wear one) was on the table in front of me. It was stuffed so full it almost looked like a green ball. I unzipped it and pulled out a clear, disposable container, like you might see in a deli, holding a single slice of cake.

The container held a meal or side dish made out of rice and a ton of black beans and black bean sauce. I ate the entire meal, scraping as much of the black bean sauce as I possibly could.

MG said, "Are you sure you have enough ----- for our hike?" I didn't know whether he meant food or water. So I told him I was fine. I said that after I'd eaten this thing, I wouldn't need anything else for the rest of the day.

MG said, "Well, I guess some people just have different bodily needs. It's kind of amazing to me. I would never go that long without -----."

I now wondered whether I hadn't misunderstood MG. I'd just eaten a ton of food, it seemed to me. Why would I need to eat anymore for the rest of the day? MG must have meant that I'd need water. And now that I thought of it, I didn't have any water in my backpack. I would need water.

I looked over to one of the refrigerated display cases. It was a narrow cabinet with a glass door, holding a bunch of sodas and waters. I saw a few waters, like Poland Spring waters, on the bottom shelf. I figured I'd buy one of those.

Dream #5

I was in an apartment with a pretty girl. It was night, and all the lights in the apartment were off. The only light in the apartment was from dim city lights and the light of the moon, which was apparently full and huge, so bright that the rest of the sky was inky black.

I was apparently house-sitting here. I'd invited the girl over for the night. The apartment was big and nice. But the living room held both the couch and the bed. My viewpoint kept changing between the couch and the bed.

The girl was over in the shadows of the room, maybe in a corner near the door. She had specifically come here to have sex with me. But now I seemed to be afraid to have sex with her. I may have expressed a fear that I didn't want to be having sex right at the moment when the people I was house-sitting for returned.

I was now sitting with my back to a window or to a sliding-glass door. But some part of the window must have been open, because a gauzy, billowy curtain kept wafting up around me. I may have been looking off to my right, to a TV set, which was turned off.

The girl was on the phone, either the apartment's phone or her own cell phone (which may have been an old, silvery, flip-open style phone). The girl was talking to her friend, complaining about all my excuses for not having sex with her. These excuses were mostly about the apartment itself.

"But," the girl said, "if this place were a loft apartment, where we were the only ones who could get into the entire floor, there'd be no worry about anybody seeing us coming into the apartment."

(This had, I guess, been one of my worries.)

The girl now said, "But, wait! Isn't this a loft? This is! This is a loft apartment! We have the whole floor to ourselves!"

I realized the girl was right. Maybe we could have sex, after all. But suddenly my mind began filling up with a million other reasons why the girl and I couldn't have sex.

I was now kneeling on the floor, near the corner of a coffee table that stood before the couch. The girl was back to complaining to her friend on the floor about all the excuses I kept giving for not having sex.

All the time I listened to the girl, and thought of ways to get past all my silly excuses, so that I could have sex, I was staring at a sculpture of a woman's torso.

The sculpture was nicely shaped. But it seemed to be brittle and plastery. And the skin was a little too orange to look human. The torso was made to look like it wore a black bra and a skinny pair of black panties. I may have been turned on by the panties.

Dream #6

I was out in some area, kind of like a parking lot that was being used for a summer festival or fair. There were a decent amount of people milling about.

A little girl was milling around with her mom and dad, maybe five meters away from me. The mom and dad were standing at a distance, maybe eating some food. The dad was tall and thin, bald, wearing a white polo shirt. The mom was shorter, maybe a little overweight, blonde, with a kind of saggy face.

The girl was maybe nine years old, blonde, with tan skiny. She wore a summer dress with thick straps and a plaid pattern with a dark pink background and lighter pink criss-crosses. The girl stood in front of some sort of belt-rope barrier.

The girl began doing dance moves or gymnastics moves, possibly while she was eating an ice cream cone. She lifted her right leg out to her side, then bent over to touch her right arm to her right leg. She then "bounced" off her leg and twirled her torso and arms over to the left. She moved into something like a somersault, then stood and began the move again.

As the girl did all of this, her limbs formed trails, like in a multiple exposure photograph or film, so that it looked like the girl, as she moved, was forming phantom arms and legs. It was really beautiful.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Forgot to write down something from last night and I missed a fragment because of that. Anyways I only had one small dream when I woke up, which is kinda strange since I slept for more than eight hours. I'm sure I'll get a few nice ones this weekend, hopefully a lucid aswell. Failed my WBTB last night.

21.15: Sleep

03.15: WBTB 5 minutes

05.30: Short dream
*I'm with my friend Henrik and we're in the water. I see something moving up ahead, it's a snake! I swim up to it and it gets aggravated. Somehow the water disappears and I'm standing on ground. The snake launches for me and I jump up in the air, spinning as I do in a wide circle, trying to avoid landing on the snake. I land after a few seconds, but the snake still bites me in the foot. I show the foot to my friend. There are tiny bite marks there. They start to grow and after a while I've got pea sized holes that look infected. "Give me a shot" I tell Henrik. He takes out a big syringe and I bite down on my tongue. I know it's going to hurt as hell. He stabs my foot with it and it doesn't hurt. "That wasn't so bad was it?" he asks me. I hope to god this will work, I know how much bacteria and shit those snakes has in their mouths.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 8½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Mass telekinesis here I come!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Friends. Buildings on the shore. Lucid. Kurt could clone himself and I considered going sylar on him. Tried to absorb power through touch. Talked about Mister Gibson...

December 8, 2011 dream 2

I'm really no too sure how this is going to go, there was so much in this dream, so much detail I can remember about the huge environments I was in that it would be like I'm JRR Tolkien telling you all about the trees in Mirkwood for 7 pages.

First thing's first: I'm Sam Fisher from the Splinter Cell game series. I'm supposed to do 3 or 4 missions or submissions in just under 10 minutes in a large artificial aquatic environment with a rising and lowering water level like in a Mario game or something.

I think I'll finish this one later, getting sleepy and bored, but at least I can come right back to it and edit.