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At first I was dreaming about something else before I became lucid. It was something about being a soldier like in call of duty. But then I had a false awakening. I 'woke' up in my room. It was nighttime. I sorta remembered the previous events of the last dream within the dream. When I 'woke up' I did not get out of bed immediately. I opened my eyes and I saw my alarm clock and dresser was on the other side of my room. The alarm clock was on top of my dresser. Of course since it was so dark I only saw a shadow of the dresser but still. At first I thought somebody moved my alarm clock but then I realized I was dreaming "wait this isn't right my alarm clock was next to my bed!" That was when I became lucid. I did the nose plug RC and sure enough it confirmed my suspicions. My dream body felt a little vibrations for a moment but then it stopped. It felt weird to breath through my nose even when it was closed. I opened my door into the hallway. My cousins were waiting right outside my door. (I am also living with my 3 cousins atm as well and the house was an almost perfect replica of my real life one). Cousin 1 was 8 yrs old cousin 2 was 5 and cousin 3 was 29.(Don't want to put their names on the internet so just remember them as cousin 1,2 ,3).
We went downstairs. As we went downstairs I asked cousin 1 if she would take me to my subconsciousness. She says "No" I persisted no further. We are downstairs now and cousin 3 opens the front door for some reason. I then decide to try and summon one of my real life friends. I go outside the front door. I yell my friends name and turn around. He wasn't behind me so I gave up on that. I then went back inside and I see a strange DC I have never met before. (Since the first 3 characters in my dreams I know from real life I thought this was very strange). This mysterious dream character was sitting on the couch. Cousin 1 was also sitting on the couch. I asked the strange DC who she was. She did not say a word. I then ignore her. Cousin 1 was playing on her Nintendo ds. Heres the thing though. Her DS in real life is pink however in the dream it was black. I realized this and pointed it out. She says "Thank you" in such a exasperated voice. As if she wanted that color in the first place. The mysterious DC looked like she was in her mid 30s. She had long curly blond hair. I then decide to ask something like "Has anyone thought about your future" I don't remember exactly what they said. I then said "You guys are parts of my imagination" they didn't take me seriously and they laughed it off. After I told cousin 1 about how her ds is supposed to be pink I seemed to have convinced her that she really was a DC. She started to worry what would happen if I "leave" I then started to explain to her about what would happen. I don't remember what I said but as I was explaining this to her I suddenly found myself in waking life back in my normal bed.

I was adventuring in Skyrim with my friend D, I know I have been adventuring for some time before this dream, but this is where the recall picks up. we are hanging out in the top of a tall wooden watchtower in the middle of nowhere. The tower is in the center of an indentation, the crater-like area is filled with lush, green grass. The area beyond the rim is snowy and Grey. there is a wide exit to the crater in one direction. I look down from the tower window and spot an entrance to a dungeon at the same time as D, we decide to explore and loot it as a cure for our boredom. As we approach the entrance, I see two female humanoid monsters approaching us. they aren't taking threatening stances, so I don't take hostile action just yet. they say they will attack us if we enter. we enter the dungeon anyway.

inside the first chamber is a short tunnel to some steaps leading to a small room with loot strewn about. There is a tunnel from this room to deeper in the dungeon. D and I each pick up a ring off the floor, but nothing else to avoid becoming overburdened. my ring is a silver color with an open loop, and a gemstone. I put it on my middle finger. we note things of value to come back for when we clear out any threats. we enter the second chamber.

After the stairway, there is a large open hallway and a pathway to the right that is just as large. it looks almost as if it is an old tavern that hasn't been used in some time. there are tables and chairs covered in cobwebs in the area to the left. there is sunlight coming from the windows in the pathway to the right. but the atmosphere is still gloomy. we continue forward to the end of the hallway, and open the door. The next room is filled with electronics, It is an exact replica of the room I slept in from the time I was three to about twelve years old. there are ps3 chords and controllers strewn across the bed, and old arcade cartridges are in random piles around the room. I hear footsteps approaching.

I peaked out of the room. the two female humanoid monsters approaching. I drew my sword and noticed I had equipped a fire-spell to my left hand at some point. one of the monsters transformed into a frostbite spider easily three times my size, and then some. it filled the passageway. we skirmished a bit before I realized I realized I needed a plan or my health bar would drop to zero before I knew it. I retreated back to the room, because the door was too small for them to get in, and I knew the other monster wouldn't prove too difficult to defeat. I asked D if he knew any healing spells, he equiped it to both hands, and golden energy started to seep from him in wisps. I opened the door, the non-transformed monster woman was right outside the door, laying down trying to seduce me. I blasted her with concentrated fire, and slashed her a few times with my sword, using more mana and stamina than I thought was a good idea. Nevertheless, we continued.

I threw a fireball at the spider, right between the eyes. It dodged with more speed than I thought possible for something of its size. my mana was empty, and I didn't want to get close to the fangs. I managed to slice its legs a bit, and with D's healing spell, the damage was minimal and quickly nullified, until he ran out of mana. the spider was doing massive damage to my health bar now, we were both just about dead. I didn't know who would win this battle.

Everything stopped. I had a small chunk of health left but everyone had gotten bored. D and I went back to the treasure room and looked around a bit, I saw a magaman game on the shelf, it had megaman, megaman X, and a megaman game I didn't recognize, or herd of. I woke up soon after.

I was lucid upon entering this dream. I was floating--clarity was low. I thought I would have trouble going above a certain height as I always do, so I tried to just float up and not think about it too much. I was floating up into a starry sky.

I floated up for a little bit, but then I remembered a response to someones comment regarding semi-lucidity. I had advised him/her that I thought he would have success in going through a wall or ceiling while lucid, and that he should try it. I immediately put my face through a wall in my dream. Half my face went through a wall and I saw a guy with long, braided hair with a gun. He was holding up a guy at a convenience store. In my dream he was a terrorist.

I was then in an old condo where I used to live with my mother. I now wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not. Instead of doing a reality check because I never think to do one, I slowly tried to put my head through a wall. I didn't want to do it fast in case I was awake, lest it hurt.

The funny thing is, I wasn't successful in putting my head through the wall. Then I thought it was weird because I did believe I was dreaming.

I was very tired, and I believe the best lucids come when you go to sleep on time. That is true for me in any case.

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I was with a friend B.L. We were on a train track. He was basically lying down face first, but not relaxing. He had a rock in his hand, and the rock was on one of the rails. It powered him like a train. He slid along the rail holding onto the rock.

I was holding on to him, but I was falling off. I tried to get him to go some way different as I was about to fall off, but he wouldn't. I got upset and pushed myself off this non-existent train car.

He then threw the rock at me in disgust and walked away. I took the rock and threw it right behind him so it would bounce and hit him, which it did, sticking to his butt.

My friend got mad. I explained I only threw it so it would barely hit him and let him know he didn't have to throw the rock at me.

Then I saw some railroad workers. I didn't really want them to see me. I also saw some trains go by. The first locomotive was normal, then I saw some plastic ones. They had advertising on them like a car wrap.

I was annoyed at how "they" are making everything so cheap today including locomotives.

When people talk about having dreams, I fail to relate. By this I mean that they talk about fantastical things happening to them. Things like flying, or the earth being destroyed or something beyond unrealistic. Personally, my dreams are quite nearly the opposite. My dreams are basically memories being replayed or even edited.

I don't necessarily dream lucidly, no, I can only react in those memories, as I would in real life. Now that might sound rather dull, but I assure you that it's much more exciting than any lucid dream I've ever heard described.

When I say my dreams are edited I mean that it has fragments of memories folded, mixed, and smashed together to make something amazing.
For example, one of my favorite dreams to date is the one where me, my girlfriend (Redisreddish), and four others I know are in a skyscraper trying to fight off a horde of zombies.
Now that may sound crazy unreal, but it was too real. I have this weird thing where I can feel everything that's happening to me in dream. But the reason for this is due to the fact that everything I feel I've felt at some point in my life.
Other times the dreams are nightmares beyond comprehension. There have been times where I start out in the dream as me laying on a beach holding my girl and having a romantic moment (NOT SEXUAL!!!) and I feel knives entering my entire body.
People that lucid dream told me to just wake myself up, but you can't wake up from a memory!
At any rate, that's how I have dreams. If anyone reads this (but that I highly doubt) ask me more about my dreams if it interests you. I would also like to know if anyone else out there shares this kind of dreaming.
I'm also on facebook as Wes Hemenway.

When people talk about having dreams, I fail to relate. By this I mean that they talk about fantastical things happening to them. Things like flying, or the earth being destroyed or something beyond unrealistic. Personally, my dreams are quite nearly the opposite. My dreams are basically memories being replayed or even edited.

I don't necessarily dream lucidly, no, I can only react in those memories, as I would in real life. Now that might sound rather dull, but I assure you that it's much more exciting than any lucid dream I've ever heard described.

When I say my dreams are edited I mean that it has fragments of memories folded, mixed, and smashed together to make something amazing.
For example, one of my favorite dreams to date is the one where me, my girlfriend (Redisreddish), and four others I know are in a skyscraper trying to fight off a horde of zombies.

not much to report apart from being with this girl who was showing me this extra pair of tear ducts, shaped like tiny nipples on her neck/back. was trying to incubate a scandinavian type scene dream but only have vague memories of that

First, was a short dream in which I was in a small room with a computer. The room was very dark and messy with books and things strewn about. It looked as if it was a room belonging to an absent-minded mad genius. On the computer I was live chatting with Ashley and Kayla. The picture on the computer was very strange. I'm sure there's a word for what it looked like, but I don't know it. Ashley's face looked very shiny, but like if you were looking at your reflection in a steamy mirror. For some reason, the topic of clear skin came up, and because of the picture, we all looked like we had perfect skin. I said that if you just don't touch your face, you are less likely to get zits, but I don't think she heard me. Then, Kayla started talking. She was in the room with Ashley, but off-screen. She didn't really say anything, but it was DE that she did. Then, I think I went through the computer screen to get to the room where Ashley was, and I think I had a huge bucket of water that I brought with me. I remember seeing Kayla.

Next, I was in math class, but it was only math class as far as the title went. What we were doing the whole time was this mystery lesson, where hints were given in the textbook about what the culprit looked like, and someone in the class would fit the description. The classroom looked normal, except for an extra room in the back. The teacher, who kept morphing between Mrs. Enders, Mrs. Bell, and Mrs. Murphy, went first. After each description, she got closer to who the "culprit" was. The first person was Kyle. Then he would read the description. The next person was Dasha. When she was reading the description, I didn't want the culprit to be me. I remember that almost everyone in class was wearing a green shirt, and that was one of the biggest things in the descriptions. Unfortunately, I was chosen next. I don't remember what happened immediately next, but I remember after that, everyone was on this giant stage of some sort, and we were cutting logs with dynamite. They would place one stick of dynamite next to the top of the log (it was laying down), one next to the middle, and one next to the other end. Then, they would place another stick on the other side of the log wherever they already placed one. When the sticks exploded, they would create 3 smaller logs (although it should have been 4). I suggested cutting two logs at once. So we would be using 9 sticks of dynamite for two logs, instead of 12 for two. I had to explain to them (I don't know who) that the sticks of dynamite would be in the same spots they are going now, but with the addition of 3 sticks placed in the crease that two logs made when they were next to each other. We tried this out, and we got 8 smaller logs when they exploded.

The last dream was pretty long, and it branched off from the log/math class dream because the room was the same. It started out in the extra room from the math class dream. There was nothing in this room except walls, and a door leading outside. But anyway, we were under attack by aliens, and I was with Ephraim, Kyle, Stan, and Kenny (from South Park). I headed outside, and I realised that I wasn't wearing any shoes, and neither was anyone else. The place we were at looked like a futuristic alien society. There were tons of skyscraper-like structure built out of pink stone, and there were cobblestones everywhere. The path we emerged on led forward for as far as we could see, but there were right turns and left turns we could take if we wanted to. Since I wasn't wearing any shoes, the ground was rough on my feet. Even though this was an urgent situation, I turned to Stan and said, "Let me go inside and get my shoes real quick." For the longest time, I couldn't find my shoes. When I finally did find them, there were spike traps inside them, set by the aliens. It was DE that we did something similar to them, and they were returning the favor. The spike traps in question looked like half a sphere with spiky needles emerging all around it, except for on the flat bottom. That's what they looked like when they weren't set. When the traps were set, they were just folded inside out (the flat bottom was folded up), so that they looked like spherical bowls with needles inside them. These traps were placed in my shoes so that my heels would get messed up.The first shoe I tried to put on stuck my foot in the very center. I was worried that maybe the aliens poisoned the tips or something. But anyway, I took the trap out, and took the trap out of the other shoe. I tried to put them on, but I was having trouble. For some reason, I couldn't figure out which way they went on, and I finally realised that they were backwards, with the tip of the shoe being the entrance, and the back housing my toes. I fixed them, and I put them on properly. Then I suddenly had a third leg, and I had to put on another shoe. This particular shoe looked...medical. It looked like it was on a crutch or something, and it was very old and brown and ragged, and also looked almost like an old rugby shoe. When I put it on, I headed back outside, and my third leg disappeared. When I got back I said, "Sorry I took so long, I couldn't-" Stan interrupted me, "Where were you? Kenny is dead and Ephraim has a disease!" I remember that when he told me that Kenny was dead, I thought to myself that he always dies, so it wasn't a big deal, but I didn't say this to Stan. We headed back inside. Now, the room had a very jungle/rainforest-like atmosphere, with cracked stone walls and overgrown vines everywhere. I went over to Ephraim, who looked very sick, but was still in high spirits, and he pulled up his shirt, and on his back were all of the symptoms of what he had, listed in blue ink (because of the disease). Apparently he had the "triple worm virus", or the "sudden awareness virus". Out of the LONG list of symptoms, I remember: Extra pain sense (every sense comes with a little pain, like touching a soft surface, or hearing something), sudden awareness (suddenly coming to. exhibited later), extra, or misplaced consciousness (because of the worm becoming part of you), and one just said "organ" (because of the worm becoming part of you). Ephraim and I thought the organ one was pretty funny because it was so vague. Suddenly the four of us were walking along a path in a Wal-Mart/jungle-like place. It was DE that Ephraim's condition was getting really bad, and he was pretty much a walking zombie. But for a little while, he was exhibiting no symptoms. We walked along this path, and there were crates of water and bananas all along the side. Since Ephraim was fine, he picked up some crates for us to bring along on the adventure we were on. He took a big drink from one of the crates, emphasizing that he was feeling great now. As we walked further, the path slowly morphed into a Wal-Mart isle. We all knew that Ephraim, if he was really better, would want to eat as well. We passed a bunch of food and cereal to our right, with Ephraim not even saying anything, much less getting something to eat. We passed Life cereal, and it was supposed to be this big thing that he passed up Life cereal. Anyway, Ephraim was walking in front of us, and when he didn't get any Life cereal, we realised something was wrong. Since he was in front of us, we couldn't see his face. I walked around him to look at him, and he looked like a zombie. His eyes were white, his skin was ragged with sores, and his expression was lifeless. We realised that he just exhibited the "sudden awareness" symptom. The symptom was that he would have points where he would suddenly feel better, as if nothing was wrong. Next thing I know, we are walking through Wal-Mart looking for a doctor. We all kept our distance from Ephraim, who I kept looking back at. Every two seconds, he would give a "UUUUUuhhhhGGgghhu," and it was very eerie. Eventually, after a long search, we found doctor, who had to walk with us, who we explained our situation to. As we discussed Ephraim's condition, the doctor asked us when he usually becomes aware. Ephraim, being suddenly aware, answered, "it usually happens right after a Zelda game comes out." The doctor then asked, "Did you perform any rituals when you found out about his condition?" It was then DE that we did, even though we originally didn't. The doctor's suggestion was to go back and undo the ritual. I thought that this wasn't going to be enough to save Ephraim, but then the doctor mentioned something about the letter "G". It was DE that part of the ritual had something to do with a word that ended in a "G". We didn't find the last "G", so we had to go undo the ritual, then find the letter, and then that would supposedly do that trick.

I woke up at 11:30. I would have went back to sleep, but I got to bed late this night, and this was only my first round of detailed dreams (I usually have 2-3). If I went back to sleep, I would have gotten out of bed at like 2 or 3 PM.

I was this boy whom I apparently made up. I don't know his name, but I do know that he belonged to my real life family because I was later traveling with them in the dream.

But first, it was my birthday, and my mom had taken me to a mall to get my birthday present. I remember being really upset in the dream that I was at a mall.

I groaned and whined about having to be there but eventually just stopped talking and followed my mom. She was really excited about getting me this new birthday present.
We then entered a really nice department store where my mom presented me with a pair of very expensive designer high heels.
I was outraged that she was using my birthday to buy herself shoes.
But then she said that the shoes were for me and not her.
This made me even more angry because I was male and would have no use for them.

But she just kept telling me how good the heels would look and said we wouldn't leave until I tried them on.

It took about an hour, but I eventually gave in. I strapped on the ridiculously high shoes and was forced to walk up and down the rows of the store until my mom was satisfied.
She finally said I could take them off as she asked me
"So, do you love them, or what!?!"
I screamed no at her as I ran out of the store.

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I was still this boy, but the scene now switches to a car where I'm in the backseat on a road trip with my family.
We seem to be in the car for an extended period of time before my dad admits that we are lost. I become extremely upset and punch the side of the car which left a dent in the car and a bruise on my hand.

We then travel to this dilapidated house and decide to ask the residents if we could spend the night there.
As it turns out, the members of the band 'the who' live there and they warmly welcomed us into their home.

We all talk and have dinner.
It is pouring rain outside.
Soon, night falls and everyone goes to bed accept me.

I decide to sneak out.

I grab a jacket and set off into the night.
I soon arrive at a small town where I spot a costume shop.
I decide to enter this costume shop because I needed to buy a wig for a friend anyway. I look around this shop for a few hours before the old shopkeeper comes up to me and asks if I need any assistance. When I tell her no, she laughs and walks away.

I soon decide to leave the shop and take a bus to get back.

But right before I end up at my stop, the bus driver tells me I have won an award and everyone on the bus starts cheering and clapping.
I get really confused by this considering it is almost morning in my dream having been out all night.
The bus driver lets me off at my stop, still cheering, and I depart.

I walk up to the green door on 'the who's house and all of a sudden about three men dressed in black grab me and keep calling me names like runt and creature.

They carry me off deep into the brush.

And then I woke up.

Dream 1
I was in my living room and my family was there, the time was early morning. I picked up the sky remote and pressed a directional button, I believe it was up and I saw the info bar it said Old School Cartoon Network. I pressed the info buton and it said something like "Watch Old School Cartoon Network for shows like Ed,Edd & Eddie and Dexter."

I changed the channel and saw Megan Fox swimming in a nice ocean. She was wearing a black bikini. I was surprised that her voice in the dream sounded the same as her voice in real life.

Dream 2
I came home from college for break and saw that my whole family was there even my grandma. I was there with 2 of my friends. I had to move something with my Dad and when I went back to see how much time I had until my next lesson started, I was late.

It's a bit like an FA.

Dream 3
I'm now a white guy in a storage room wearing overalls. I spoke to a guy who wore grey overalls, he went on a bit of a rant of some sort.

Then a group of teenagers burst in and I fought them. I have no idead what they wanted or why they came but 2 of them ran away and one of them, who looked like Chris Smalling got a Stone Cold Stunner from me. I turned around to see him on the floor motionless.

I had more sports dreams last night. I was playing baseball with some young guys. I was pitching (I pitched back in highschool). I threw really hard and when I woke up this morning my arm wasn't sore at all!

Then I was playing basketball but someone rode their bike on the court and ran into me.

Finally I was playing djembe drums with a large group of young people at a college campus. It became an almost "Occupy" type scene. As I was leaving 2 guys waved goodbye to me and I really felt they were other dreamers.

This forum is becoming a subconscious "Fountain of Youth" for my dreaming. You guys should charge older people money to dream with you.

December 1, 2011

A dream influenced by god knows what.*

It starts with me getting out of a white car with four other people. They were a family. Mom, dad, son and daughter. We were in the middle of a forest. There was a giant lake nearby, and there was a cabin right next to us.*

The dad spent most of his time locked in a room. There was a funny smell coming from outside. *The next thing I remember is that there was a giant white truck outside. The father gave the driver (my brother in law) a giant box, and the driver gave him a few DVDs of Breaking Bad. There were a lot of games in the truck, and when the driver was preoccupied with the dad, I stole them all. As we walked away, the father patted my head, saying "Just like I raised you."

It turned out I wasn't human, but an alien child he found on his door step. Him and I were a duo of thieves, but he didn't say what his goal was. I asked him what was in the box. "All in good time, son."*

I'm missing some pretty awesome details from my dream, but I know this part very well. The five of us started to go into a restaurant near the cabin, but we saw a bear. We went back to our car, which was now a golf cart. The dad told the son to get in the back of the cart, and the mother to drive as fast as she could. The son pulled out a Tommy Gun, and the cart sped off. The bear was keeping pace pretty well.*

The dad and I walked into the restaurant. The host looked at the father, and they both high-fived and laughed. Then a police officer walks up, and hands the dad a napkin. The napkin says:

You are under arrest for*
Murder
Drug Dealing
Drug Possession
Petty theft
Grand theft*
Kidnapping
Loitering

*I look around at everyone. The father has his hands in his pockets, the host is reaching under his podium and the officer is picking his nose. The dad yells at me to run. He pulls out two assault rifles, and then he rips his shirt, roaring. He runs around on a shooting rampage. One minute later, we're the only two left in the restaurant. "Check please," he says to no one in particular.*

We walk out, and the bear appears to be dead. The family hugged each other in a happy moment. Then the bear got up, walked over to the family and blew itself up. The forest became a giant wasteland, and only the father and I remained. He told me to continue the mission, and then he died.*

I just shrugged and walked away.*

The second dream I had wasn't as fun. I went to my first school, *and decided to say hi to all my old teachers. They told me to fuck off.

I dreamed that Craig, Ty and I were at a bookstore. We were talking about Schoenberg and developing variations. We got into a very interesting discussion about developing variations in relation to Jazz music. We then started talking about Brahms. I don't remember actually thinking about Brahms, but actually going into a very in depth conversation about 20th century music. I was taking very detailed notes and I kept having epiphanies about music. We started looking at books and found several amazing books and records. Craig commented on how many rare jazz records the bookstore had for sale. The conversation concerning 20th century music so complex that it took up the majority of the dream but I cannot remember in detail.

I dreamed that Craig, Ty and I were at a bookstore. We were talking about Schoenberg and developing variations. We got into a very interesting discussion about developing variations in relation to Jazz music. We then started talking about Brahms. I don't remember actually thinking about Brahms, but actually going into a very in depth conversation about 20th century music. I was taking very detailed notes and I kept having epiphanies about music. We started looking at books and found several amazing books and records. Craig commented on how many rare jazz records the bookstore had for sale. The conversation concerning 20th century music so complex that it took up the majority of the dream but I cannot remember in detail.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

Something about fried chicken.

Dream #2

I was in a huge room like a gymnasium. The gym was unlit, and the only light that came into it seemed to be from a fluorescent light in some other room. The gym was full of either mattresses, or just blankets, lying on the ground. Young men, and possibly young women, may have been sleeping on the mattresses.

In a room just off to the left of the gym was a small, kind of narrow room, like a room for an art exhibition. A woman was somewhere in that room. She was like a talent scout. She was going to audition everybody in the room for some kind of show she was putting on.

We all had to lie down and wait to be called for our audition. Eventually I knew I had been called. So I stood up.

I was naked. I had apparently masturbated and ejaculated all over the blanket. There were pools and pools of the stuff all over. It looked like some kind of meat grease, too, with an orange tint to it.

I was terribly embarrassed by the condition I was going to have to leave my space in. It was disgusting that everybody would see what I'd done.

But, then again, I considered that maybe everybody here was required to masturbate. Maybe it was a part of the whole process. I also thought that if any girls walked by my bed they'd be impressed by how much I could make.

I walked into the narrow room. There were three video monitors embedded in the floor, in the center of the room. The monitors were about the size of a big HDTV. But they were old, conventional boxes, not flat screens.

The monitors were showing some kind of colorful scenes in a video-style. But, other than the light of the screens, the room was totally dark. The edges of the room were very dark.

The woman lurked in a corner of the room, off to my right. She may have stepped forth at one point. I kept watching the monitors, though, as if this were a part of my assignment.

Dream #3

I was inside a structure like a nice house. But I was at the end of a hallway, and just around a corner from me was an amusement park.

I could see one of the rides: a rotating column with hydraulic poles coming off of it. At the ends of the hydraulic poles were airplanes. As the airplanes went around in the circle, the people could use hand controls to move the airplanes up or down, out or in.

This amusement park ride was in some Middle Eastern country which was predominantly muslim. And for some reason, amusement parks were looked upon here as sinful. I saw three girls together, wearing head coverings. I knew they were in deep trouble for being here at all.

I walked back down the hallway and into the living room of the house. As I did I came to understand that the amusement park would eventually prevail. People in the country would eventually come to accept amusement parks. And the amusement park would eventually grow. But until then, people, especially women, would probably be persecuted for going to the amusement park.

Dream #4

It may have been a cold and drizzly night. I had just walked into some diner -- more like a chain restaurant in the "diner" style, like a Denny's or a Perkin's. I walked past a booth-style counter and then past a few rows of booths.

I walked past a group of late-night diners, men and women, maybe in their early thirties, all kind of beautiful and boisterous. I turned left and sat in a kind of big alcove of tables that had booth-seats on one end and regular seats on the other. I notice two big, empty rooms of booth-tables off behind me and to my right.

I sat down and opened the menu. The group of late-night diners were maybe five meters off to my left, and I could still hear them talking and joking with each other. I kind of hoped they wouldn't notice me and start trying to annoy me.

I looked at the menu. Apparently it was only a dessert menu. I got to a page of what looked like malted milkshakes. But instead of being called "shakes" or "malts," they were called something else. There was a picture of a few malted milkshakes surrounded by pies.

A waitress came up to take my order. But she may also have been talking to me a bit about the desserts. The desserts I'd thought were malted milkshakes were actually something else -- very much like a milkshake, but not quite.

Terminators, marines and Zombies oh my!

Strange nightmare, I am watching, and I am taking part at the same time! I am running after or away from someone, I am the t800, I go into a cave but I can see that I am losing this fight - the t800 will be destroyed by my foe - so I try to switch my attention to the marines who are sitting inside a communications room - they must destroy this thing, (and I must become the marines - my perspective keeps changing) but I cannot change, I cannot leave the t-800, I must be him - but then I am on my own in the cave and a zombie steps forward - no way am I staying around here for any longer - I force my eyes open and wake up