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I feel like there was more o the dream but I can only remember the bus ride

I was riding on the bus talking to my friend. The conversation soon turned to dreaming, and as he often does, he asked me if I was dreaming.

"My head is foggy and my thoughts aren't very clear, but everything seems stable enough. I may just be tired." Even though I was kinda skeptical I decided to do a reality check because I still felt there was a good chance that I was dreaming. I reached up and pinched my nose and tried to breathe.

"Can you breathe?" my friend asked.

"No," I said as I released my nose and filled my lungs with air.Not satisfied with only a single check, I tried to push my finger through my palm because it was something I had read on Dreamviews. My finger didn't go through and I felt a dull pain in my palm.

"I still feel fuzzy but this seems to be real." I let my head drop against the window and stared out. A large truck pulled p next to the bus and I noticed a small digital clock on the side. I glanced at the clock and then looked away not thinking much about it. I remembered what I read about digital clocks and not being stable and I looked back at it. The numbers seemed to read all 0's and seemed to squiggle a bit. I stared at the clock focusing until it read 8:01. I looked away and then looked back and the time was still the same. I attributed the initial unfocused reading to being tired, because I did feel tired, and I just stopped thinking about dreams.

It was only after my alarm went off at 5:00that I realized that I was in fact dreaming.

- I was back in Toronto with N (went last week), and we were heading to the hotel we stayed at. When we got there though, there was some sort of event going on, and it cost $12 to get in. It didn't look anything like it really does. There was a lineup in front of a white booth where you paid this woman to get in.

We got up there and learned the woman was the new owner. She said it was going to be $12, and I asked if that was for each of us or for both, but she didn't answer. I realized I only had a 10 so I asked N if I could borrow the rest (lol as usual). As we were talking I set my backpack on the floor and tried to give the woman my $10, but she refused to accept it. I asked why, but she was just making strange gestures and I couldn't understand. Then N said "we can't go in, your backpack is too dirty." I looked down and there was a bit of greyish dirt on top of my backpack. I thought this was ridiculous but we had to leave.

Once we got out, N told me there was another way into the building. We went around the back and found the room we had stayed in, then climbed up the wall and into a space between the top of the wall and the roof, which led directly into the room. We emerged into the room and I looked down. We were really high up and I was afraid to jump down. N assured me it was fine and jumped right down onto the rolling desk chair right below us which was somehow okay. I was still scared but managed to find a way to hang down from the ledge and slowly climb down.

We both ended up on the floor between the bed and the fireplace, and there were a bunch of grocery bags full of snacks around us that I knew were ours somehow but we hadn't brought. There were lots of empty bottles and cartons on the mantle that looked exactly like the ones we'd left there for a while, lol. There was also a small bottle of makeup remover there, and I found a ziploc bag containing three travel sized fancy skincare products. I wanted to take them but I didn't know whose they were.

We found it funny that we actually made it, and I quickly got up and locked the door, but I was a bit loud. The door was a bit further forward than it really is. I sat back down, but suddenly we heard the owner lady outside the door. We started talking loudly in different voices so she would think there were guests inside and not come in. After a minute I realized N was talking about us smoking, and I was like 'wait dude you probably shouldn't say that'. The woman stopped outside our door and said something like, 'oh, those are cute voices you're using!' and I heard keys. We were like 'shit' and started trying to figure out a plan that also involved bringing all our snacks. Then I heard the door open, and...I woke up to my mom opening my door. :|


- I went back to sleep after, thinking about the dream, but instead ended up in another one at my grandmother's house with N. I was in the living room and I knew he was in the playroom. There were a bunch of older people around but I didn't recognize any of them. I was trying to get some snacks because we had discovered that in the back of the playroom closet, there was a door with stairs that led to part of a massive secret underground lair/community of some sort, and we were going to go explore it.

In front of the living room window there were all these bags of food, but I felt awkward taking it since it wasn't mine. Most of the bags were empty, but I grabbed a bag of what I thought were mini Coffee Crisps. I squished the bag a bit and it felt like something all crushed up was inside, but I took it anyway. As I went to the playroom, this blond hippie looking dude with dreads and round glasses who for some reason I knew was 19 followed me. He was all 'heyyy where are you going? who's that?' and we were trying to get away. I got there and opened the bag of coffee crisp, but it was full of tiny gravel. :| Explains the texture.

So I went back to the living room with it, and realized when I got there that there was a hole in the bottom and it was trailing bits of gravel. One of the people got mad at me, but I was like 'it wasn't my fault!' I grabbed a handful of ruffled bbq chips from a bag and went back again. The hippie dude followed me in exactly the same way. When I got there I said "this is all I could find" and held out the handful of chips, and N took them all and ate them immediately. We were just about to finally head downstairs when I woke up. What a waste of time getting snacks lol.


- Also this was from earlier but I forgot about it so I'm putting it here. I was at someone's house and I left a bag of weed next to the fridge. I dunno what we were doing but there was this weird floating worm creature, possibly on a skateboard and wearing glasses, that everyone was just treating normally but was slightly annoyed by. Then it told my mom I smoked weed. I was like 'wtf what did you do that for' and it was like 'lol'. My mom was like 'we need to have a talk when we get home', but we eventually went home and there was no talk, so everything seemed fine.


These dreams had so much potential but just ended up being boring lol

dream 1 - I am back in Korea with my old friend on a tour bus. we go to a restaurant and my brother and I confronts 4-5 American gangs? at the entrance... or some gloomy place. I try to avoid them smiling, and saying 'hey woah woah.. lets be all friends!' but they try to fight with us... anyway we get into the restaurant and sit besides the table. I see big white plates.

false awakening: in the morning my brother and I talk about those American gangs in dream with our mom. I think that my brother and I had shared dream.

false awakening: I dont know when I dreamt this but I am doing the internet pming Katsuno on DV in the morning..

dream 2 - I am in typical American village. its warm summer. next to me, there's a man who's an animation/ film director.(Brad Bird?) we are observing the backgrounds to get inspired for filming. I am holding a digital camera to film the houses. the village is really beautiful and sort of fairy. the director says 'isnt it nice to recall 1960's?' and then we go to a lake along the houses. I walk closely on the shore, but I'm scared of falling into the water so I shout 'somebody lend me a hand!' above the ground.(there is a little cliff next to me and there are bunch of people up there, maybe partying?) a man grabs my hand and I go up. the man looks like he's in ill. sunddenly that man slips my hand and I fall into the lake. I am puzzled. the water is deep. I float on the surface of the water and the man grabs my hand again. I acted as if this was okay..

I was at school. I had walked into class late. I knew somehow that I had just been in a meeting with the guidance councillor. I then realized I had walked into class without the guidance slip. I told the teacher I had forgotten to get one but I could go get it. I think the teacher was Mr. C.; he nodded and let me go get the slip.

In Prison

I was in prison. I was wearing an orange overalls and a purple woolly hat I felt like I was in SR2. The prison had cold steel walls that reflected a cool blue it was almost like an ice-prison and the inmates were all in a cult.

The Joker was there and he was the leader of them and he said that they would break free a wall was blown up and I escaped into Stilwater. I got to the Red Light Loft in SR2 and I saw my family, my grandma came up to me and said that there were police there. She was crossed eyed in the dream when she isn't in real-life.

I walked across to where the police were and ran away when I heard the sirens.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was on the Brooklyn Bridge with my mom and possibly some other members of my family. It was like we were looking down onto the walkway of the bridge, like we were floating over it. The bridge itself looked like it was in bad shape, even like it had been charred in places.

There was a young, white boy sitting on the footpath, in some weird contraption that seemed actually to have been made out of the footpath.

The contraption looked like a pipe organ. But there were no pipes. Instead there was some kind of grid of square holes, where the pipes would have been. The holes were all charred, and they may have had broken-off fragments of pipes in them. The rest of the contraption seemed to be made out of wood and metal suspension wires.

The boy started talking about how he'd taken his wife to the Brooklyn Bridge and murdered her. He'd done something really cruel to her, then he'd cut her throat.

The boy may have said something about how he thought the Brooklyn Bridge was such a great spot for doing evil things. He may also have said he was planning to do something even more evil on the Bridge.

I was pretty amazed. I "knew" this boy was only twelve years old. But he'd already been married and murdered his wife. I wondered what the next evil thing was that he could be planning to do.

I may have wondered whether, since my mom and I were on the bridge, we'd have to do something evil, too. I visualized the suspension cables on the bridge snapping here and there. I may have imagined the bridge collapsing.

Dream #2

I was riding in a big vehicle like a van with a big group of people, possibly my family, out onto a bridge. It was like we had just come up out of a tunnel and onto the bridge. We were high over a river like the Hudson River.

We drove on an outer lane, so I could see the river well. I looked back, to the large city we were driving away from. There were huge, curling billows of smoke, piling higher and higher. The smoke didn't look like clouds: it looked like chains of grey lava, just piling up.

I felt like this was the smoke from a nuclear bomb. I figured that the smoke buildup was just a precursor to the great flash of light. I wondered why there was no mushroom cloud. But it suddenly occurred to me that the lava-like clouds were building themselves up into a mushroom cloud. Once the cloud was fully formed, the light would flash.

The cloud formed a stalagmite-like pillar, and then suddenly there was a bright, white flash. It must have had some force to it. I remember hanging halfway out the window, my arm flapping in the air, in bright, white light, and unable to pull myself back into the van.

The flash dissipated. I was back inside the van. We were still driving. We'd continued driving all this time.

I was surprised that I didn't feel burnt. The bomb had been blindingly bright, but not hot at all. I figured we must have been too far away to feel the heat. I was afraid that if another bomb dropped, I'd really feel the heat.

Another bomb must have gone off. There was another huge, bright flash, this time without any smoke. As the bomb's light dissipated, there was a storm of little black spheres, like marbles made out of smoky quartz, and tiny, little, cartoony rainbows. These things flickered in and out, like on a video game.

These vanished, and we kept driving on. I'd been looking backward all this time. But now I looked forward. I knew another bomb would strike soon. But I was afraid -- more for the heat of the blast than anything else.

This time the bomb exploded really close to us. There was a huge flash of light, again with no smoke. And again there was a huge flurry of black spheres and tiny rainbows. But the flash of white light didn't dissipate very much at all.

I felt like everything else had vanished around me. I was pulled up out of the van -- if it still existed -- and was made to fly higher and higher up into the air. As I did, I soared through swarms and swarms of the black spheres and rainbows.

Eventually the flash dissipated -- but not fully. For a moment I may have seen the river and city below. But then I saw only blue sky and white clouds, like I was flying upward through some sort of cloud level in a video game.

I began to be able to control my flight through the crowds of black spheres and rainbows, but not really well. I would fly quickly at the spheres and rainbows, hitting them, as if I were "collecting" them.

At some point I realized that this must be the afterlife. I'd become a spirit, and now I was operating on some kind of spirit level.

This struck my "reasonable" side (if you can't tell, even IWL, I don't have much of a "reasonable" side) as odd. I remembered a dream I'd had, as a kid, about dying in a nuclear bomb blast. In that dream, my spirit had drifted up through a tunnel darkness and clouds, up to a big, full moon.

I thought that had been the correct version of the afterlife. So, I thought, this version would probably change into that version at some point.

I told myelf to remain calm and stable and keep flying around in the black spheres and rainbows. Eventually, I figured, this vision would fade into a vision of me drifting up into the moon.

Dream #3

I was in some kind of room with a few other people. I may have known a few of them, and one of them may have been my mother. It felt like there were a lot of us. But the room was pretty big, and we all had our own space.

The room looked kind of like a bedroom. There was a huge line of bunk beds, maybe enough beds for eight or so people. Then there was a concrete floor. Off to the right of the beds, there was a space with a cluttered grouping of plastic chairs.

Across the floor from the beds was a big piece of furniture, like a huge dresser. It was about waist-high, and there was a TV on top. Behind the TV there was a little ledge, and then some more space, like a little cubby hole with more bed-like mattresses.

People sat on the beds and in the chairs. It was almost like we were all watching TV. But we were really hanging out, waiting for some people to get us for some reason or another.

Some of us may have been eating fried chicken. Others may have been eating wraps, like the hot wraps at Pret-a-Manger. I may have been eating a wrap that had fried chicken inside of it.

For some reason I put on a pair of white, satiny panties, and a white, satiny or lacy bra. I started walking around like this in front of everybody. I was partly ashamed of myself for doing this, being a guy and walking around in lingerie. But I also felt like I was part of some fashion show.

I went back to my space on the bunk beds, the mattresses of which were folded up, like futons, to appear like couches. I was looking for my regular clothes. I may have found them. I was really eager to change back into them.

But now it really like there was a fashion show. Some other guy walked around in front of everybody in lingerie. I just watched. I don't think I changed out of the lingerie I was wearing.

A little boy was supposed to go next. The boy was maybe five years old. He ran away from his dad, who may have been trying to get the boy ready for the fashion show. The boy stood at the other end of the room, eating a hot wrap. He may have only been wearing Underoos underwear.

I realized the dad had been trying to put the boy into lingerie. But the boy didn't want to wear women's lingerie. He wanted to be a boy, not a girl.

I didn't think it was fair for the boy to have to wear lingerie if he didn't want to. But I realized that it was kind of my fault. I'd started this whole weird "fashion show" thing by walking around in lingerie. Now it was even affecting the little boys.

This morning I was able to remember my dream more completely than in nights before but I was only able to remember one (I didn't wake up when my WBTB alarm went off). I was in a science classroom and the people in the class were all the kids from my wrestling team. My wrestling coach was the teacher. He was talking to us about some charity that we should give to then he switched to complaining about where the money went (something about two murderers in Pennsylvania). He wanted us to donate the money to the wrestling team.
While he was talking I was looking through my friends text messages on his Droid. I asked him how much it cost and he said it was 1,000 a month but every third month it was far more expensive. I had a glass of water and it was empty so I was eating the ice in it, one of the ice cubes was a small egg (no shell) and everyone thought it was funny that I spit it out. I didn't get the feeling that it was a prank, instead that eggs were usually in in glasses of water and most people had the common sense to avoid them.

My dreams starts out with me standing on a rocky cliff overlooking the ocean. It's nighttime and the moon is out, reflecting it's light on the water. My dog Milo is with me. As I look out over the water, I see the bright lights of what looks like a large ferry approaching in the distance. It's moving fast and heading right for us. Seeing that there are no docks or peirs nearby for it to pull up to, I realize that it's going to crash. I turn and start running, yelling at other people around me, "Run! It's going to crash. Run as fast as you can and don't look back!" I keep running, wanting to look back but I don't because I want to get as far away as I can. The ferry was close, so as I'm running, I'm expecting any second for it to come crashing up on shore behind me.
I finally reach a house and run inside and start running up the stairs, trying to get as high as I can. But at the top of the stairs is a grate. I climb up through it and find myself in a town square of sorts. It's still nighttime and there is some kind of parade or procession going on. It looks like some kind of royalty riding by in horse drawn carriages and waving to the crowds of people standing around. At this point I woke up.

Dream – Lucid

I was looking in the bathroom mirror. I think I was on vacation at the beach. Anyway, I noticed that the left side of my face was very red. I was trying to figure out why. I then thought about being on the beach all day. Maybe I hadn’t put on enough sunscreen? I kept looking and noticed the red was all over my face and all over my chest. I started being able to feel the tightness and pain associated with sunburn.

I looked at the counter by the sink, and it was super cluttered. There were little baskets of stuff everywhere. I noticed some aloe vera sitting in a couple of the baskets. I never picked it up.

I looked in the mirror as I turned out to walk towards the shower. I noticed numerous tattoos on my thigh. It looked like a cartoonified comic tattooed about the Power Puff Girls or something. It consisted of two frames. The background was pink.

I feel like there were more tattoos, but I can’t remember what.

I was in the kitchen and my step brothers were in the living room. My step dad called out into the living room for one of his kids. He was really mad. He's all "I heard about what you're doing." My step brother explains that he's getting into lucid dreaming. My step dad is still really pissed about it, however my mom didn't seem to care.

I was in my stepdads car and my brother asks for my PSP. I tell him I didn't have it with me.

Vibrations

I have been up all night due to my daughter being ill so when I finally get back to sleep I familiar vibrations! I am very happy about this, it's been a while since this happened, WILDs are the best, my mind is so clear and focused - BUT, I forget what to do. I try to rise up and go with the vibrations - I go through my ceiling and into the attack, but the imagery is faded/difficult to see, I think I'm rushing it and before long I wake up

Tsunami Zombies!

I am with my two daughters and we are staying/living in a house which is located right next to the sea, we hear an announcement that the is going to be a huge Tsunami, everybody has already ran and vacated the area. The only thing left for us to do is barricade the doors and get to the basement. It's too late - the flood of ZOMBIES have already arrived!! One comes into the front door as I run and close it on him, he's stronger than I thought, it takes all my strength to push him out so that I can close the door. If I can barely handle 1 zombie how am I meant to protect my kids against a whole hoard of zombies?

I wake up, urgh, horrid dream!

I get back to sleep a few minutes later and I am back in the same house, I can hear the hundreds (perhaps thousands) of zombies approaching from outside. They are banging on the windows and doors. We didn't have enough time to barricade the house - how are we meant to stop them? The bathroom! For some inexplicable reason I think the bathroom will be the safest part of the house, I grab a handfull of knives from the kitchen and grab the girls and run to the bathroom with the sound of zombies smashing through the front door

cut to the Bathroom

I am in the bath, I have no weapons and now the zombies are gonna be in with me any moment, I feel my eyelids, my real closed eyelids and try to open them - this is tough, it takes all my effort and strength to open my eyes and escape this nightmare - I manage to just in time!

7/3/2011
A Minecraft-esque dream. I'm building some kind of fort for a home base. There is a horrible creeper attack. First one blows a hole in the wall by the storeroom. I rush in to fix it, and his buddies creep in and finish me. I respawn and am trying to work back up to what I had. I get a few items back from my death. A brigand npc captures the Vaarsuvius npc (from the Order of the Stick), but I'm not prepared to be able to rescue V. I am adding potato chips to raise walls because it's all I have.

There are planes flying through a tunnel in the mountain with a lava river and lavafall. They are dropping water to turn the lava into sandstone.

J offers to help rescue V. A couple other npcs come too, one being a famous adventurer dressed in tan with a tan hat and white hair and whiskers. We descend into the cave, but the footing is precarious, and there is lava. I tell my mom not to step in that shiny stuff on the step (it'd be better to fall and break a leg than to step in that). She jumps over it, too far, too clumsy, and falls in the lava. That is NOT what I meant. J and I desperately reach in and pull her out. I feel so bad and guilty that it happened that I am even distressed after I wake up. Then I realize it can't have been real lava because it didn't hurt to reach in.

I didn't want to remember this one.

Dream/non-lucid | Lucid | Extra notes

I'm hanging out with gangsta friends in what appears to be Los Santos (GTA SA) near Grove Street. I enter in a weed shop and a few moments later, I'm outside in a park, smoking a blunt. My parents are calling me for diner... though they're nowhere to be found. There's nobody in the park. I don't feel the effects of the weed at first but then I walk down an alley and my vision becomes blurry and shadowy and I'm getting disorientated. I'm also wearing my night clothes.

It was the end of a dream. I could recall it 'cause my alarm clock rang right then.

7/2/2011
I'm in kindergarten. I'm putting on some very odd shoes. Is something wrong with my foot? I get a ride from my dad.

I'm walking with A. She calls something gay. I ask if maybe that isn't a little prejudiced. She disagrees. I let it go.

A South Park-esque scene. There is a group of kids dressing differently. I end up in a red shirt with a black hoodie and am fat and have weird hair. I look pretty funny. I point this out to one of the others. We laugh. I finish dressing in all black. Everyone is dressing goth. It's some sort of Satanic cult thing.

A girl and boy who are both goth are off by themselves in the woods. The boy gets killed. The girl tries to make some life-restoring goop.

A Frankenstein sort of guy accidentally brings a corpse back to life. Later, by the river, he resurrects the goth boy too.

There is a hideously fat guy on an experiment table.

A message from beyond the grave about working. Some goth-looking cultists are working on something.

7/1/2011
I am on a relatively small boat at sea. There is some sort of tv show or party going on. Penny (from the Big Bang Theory) is really drunk, and she kisses Sheldon and falls overboard. She is helped back on the boat. I fall overboard as well. I swim to the guy helping people back on board. He has some sort of huge tame fish, the size of a small whale. At the top of the boat, drunk people who fell overboard are being ?chained up?. Penny is livid. She blames Sheldon for manipulating her into the kiss.

Something is written on a white board. It seems clear and unchanging, if a bit weird, but the only word I remember is 'yucky.'

In a tomb/vault. A raider is talking to the guards and a fratboy. He does something with mixing white powder and runs away, up the ladder. He comes back a bit later and the three are dead. He enters the inner chamber. There is a stream or waterfall and some green stuff growing on rock.

A scene in a bathroom. There are beetles. My little brother (I have no little brother) loves collecting bugs and is mad at me for some reason.

I am trying to capture a bad guy in a theater. I am a fantasy character named Simon. I capture the bad guy and kill him, but it doesn't quite work. I have to fight/trick him again, and this time when I capture him I kill him for good. I think I am trying to protect a little girl. I feel guilty over something I don't remember and am explaining/apologizing to the girl.

There is a shop selling underwear (or diapers?) with stuff written on it, which has something to do with the fratboy.