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All i did was look at my grades in school on my computer, i saw I had a E in some random class i couldnt see and an F in Calculus, all my other grades were undecided. Im a very boring person aern't I ?
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I was at work ( i work at a restaurant) and all the tables were in different places, i checked where i was working and all the sections were messed up. The bartender, (middle aged vietnamese woman) kept saying something to me but i dont recall what it was.
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I was playing this weird game on a big yard, my cousin ryan was playing and some other people. We could not leave the grass onto the street but first when i looked at the edge it was a street at the end of the grass then there was a big river. I hid in the corner when my cousin ryan came after me and tried to throw a golf ball at me. I dodged and the golf ball went into the river. I tried to get it with the lacrosse stick in my hand but i couldnt reach it. Then ryan pushed me in and i was trying to get out but he was trying to take my hands off. This is where my dream ended.

DJ Log: November 11, 2011 – 3:45AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am walking along a dirt road on the edge of town with a guy, both of us barefoot and shirtless. On the left side of the road are a couple of houses and to the right is a large dirt field. We come upon a small junk yard and stop for a bit to look at it. I suggest that we dig around and try to find a junkyard car to drive around. The guy gives me a strange look, then keeps on walking.

As we're walking along, he spots a garden hose laying along the road. He picks up the end of the hose and starts stretching it out along the road. After a bit, he drops the end and keeps on walking. I pick up the end and drag the host out into a the field, then across a broken down fence row. I walk along for a bit, then climb up onto a fallen tree. As we're walking along on the tree, I see a couple of dead snakes hanging from the branches. One of them is a relatively fresh kill and the other is well decayed.

After a bit, we find another fallen tree that crosses over the one we are walking on. We climb up over it and continue walking. After a short while, I encounter a large sticker bush. I press through the first couple of branches, then decide that this is far enough and turn around. Once I get back to the spot where the two fallen trees cross, I find another dead snake. This one is well decayed and there are several large ants carrying small pieces of the rotten snake away. As I watch, the head of the snake moves, then I can see that several ants have severed the head from the snake and are trying to carry it away.

In order to avoid the ants, I step up onto a large branch and cross over top of the area where the ants are. As I climb along, I find another branch that goes back down to the main part of the tree. It's a bit difficult to climb over to the other branch as there are several broken branches in the way. I manage to push my way through a few branches and return to the tree. As I walk along, I can feel some of the ants walking around on my back. I reach back to brush them off, then continue walking along the tree. As I get to the end, I hold onto a broken branch and climb down off the tree, then I wake up.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream drove me up the wall. I classified it as a fragment because I'm unsure whether it was a bunch of small dreams back-to-back, or just a single long one.

I woke up in my bedroom, in the middle of the night in a false awakening. The room was dark, with a slight pale blue glow coming from underneath the bedroom door. I couldn't see anything but I was definitely in the right bed, with the covers almost completely over my head. I groggily put my head up a bit and looked at the red numbers of my digital clock on the lower side table (positioned to the left of my bed). They read properly, saying 1:47. I didn't think much of it and went back to sleep.

I woke up again and groaned, thinking I would have to get up for school soon. I was in the same bed with the same light coming from the door, darkness, and I looked at my clock. This time, it said 2:47. I exclaimed, "only one hour?" and put my head down again. This same pattern continued two more times, with the next times reading 3:48 and4:48. By the end of this string, I felt very pissed off and annoyed because I was only sleeping in hour-long increments. It was a little hard to tell if this was a dream at first, but the nature of this whole situation confirmed to me that it was a dream. I never wake up like this, and usually only wake up once (or not at all) during the night.

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I was listening to Danzig and Sex Gang Children on Last.fm while eating cheese and crackers.

11/11/11

NON-LUCID

I was inside of this mini-mart at a gas station. I was looking at the used items section. I saw binders and some useful things. There was a small binder that caught my eye. Then a person I knew is the cash register of the gas station and apparently I needed to show her my ID.



She thought I wasn’t 18 when I was paying for my stuff, so she writes something on my ID card and I got pissed at her. I asked the manager why she’s doing it, and on the back of it was “we like.”

What the hell?

Then the dream before that felt so long. I had to use my voice recorder to shoot something, like reconfiguring the controls before I actually played.




I had to shoot three times make some door open. I’m escaping in all of these random rooms, it was like being in a laboratory with gray metallic doors. Then when I get out, there were bright lights, as if I was in Las Vegas.



Then this girl in a gray convertible car and asked if she can help me find my way because I was lost.



The girl in the backseat behind me was apparently some royal figure’s daughter, and the friend helping me was helping her escape. She was probably just a present, but what I can remember is her wearing a green dress and was red-headed.



Then I have another dream where I’m doing the same configuration test, but there are more people who are newcomers. I ignore them and pressed the recorder 3 times to open the door. Then I’m in a college room the size of a congress meeting room.




It had red carpets and a yellowish-tint to the walls, but I think it was the walls. Then I’m going down to get to my seat and I was checking my batteries. I got mad because I didn’t have my cover for the recorder to conceal the batteries, but I found it on the floor and just fixed it.

Then I get out of the room but I can’t remember anything else.

Notice that the brown texts are for indicating when someone else's dream is occurrin. It's a very rare event, but I'm gonna write it in the dream legend right next to the dream, so there's not gonna cause any confusion.

DREAM 1: It was like 4:00 AM. My sister came into the house after she bought a dream reader device. She was going to give it to my mom as a present for her birthday. Anyways, the device had some kind of an arm with a sucker on it. You were supposed to put it on your head so it can read you your dreams. It was reading dreams from the most recent to the oldest ones. We agreed to test it on my sister. After we "plugged" the device into my sister's head, it started showing in the monitor her very last dream. My sister headed into the living room. Our mom was there. As she was starring at my sister with a look of an insane person, she started shouting "CATS! CATS! CATS CATS! CATS CATS!!!" while a weird music began (a song kind of like the castle song from Super Mario World). She moved along and from the left side, a random raven appeared and flew all over the room. It was kind of funny. Everybody was laughing. My bud was there too. It would had been a shame for me to miss the occasion to read his dream. He dreamed of an FPS game. He was a robot and was trying to escape from the cops that were chasing him. After all this, I wanted to test the device on myself too, but my sister wouldn't let me. She said that I would just overload the device. I realised that it was a dream when the device suddenly turned into a notebook. I tried to turn it back, but it didn't worked and the dream faded away.
DREAM 2: Suddenly I found myself in a battlefield. I was a robot army leader. The leader of all armies put us all to construct a building that would protect all the robots from the enemy armies. I made a mistake in the contruction. I didn't knew how to repair it. I tried to find out, but I was making the building look even worse. I asked my friend and he told me to press the "Windows" button 2 times. I then realised that I was actually playing a game.

10.11.2011

The Dream of the Apocalypse Train (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The end of the world is coming. Part of the population can be saved, and in an original twist, actually the majority: there is enough room to host 90% of the world's population in bunkers.
The chosen are being evacuated by train, and I'm part of them with my parents and my own. We go to the station and board the train. But I'm not sure that my best friends are evacuated, and I'm not feeling too enthusiastic at the idea of being at the hands of the military, so at the last minute I get off the train. I just have time to shout to my family: "I love you" before the train takes off, thinking that I'll never see them again.
Then I find myself with the 10% left behind. I go to a small town near mine. Influence: this is the hometown of a colleague of which we talked recently. The people are in a kind of stupor.
I think I need wool to knit a hat for the incoming (nuclear? volcanic?) winter, so I go to this wool shop. Influence: I mentionned the town's sewing shop to my colleague. There are actually quite a lot of people in the shop. I explore every shelf but I can't find the colour and texture I'm looking for. Influence: I failed to find proper yarn on this island.

Dream:

I dreamed that I was standing in my old living room. Suddenly my sister Susan came in. She looked like she did when we were in college. I went to her and hugged and hugged her, and she hugged me back. I started sobbing. I had missed her so much. I knew that I was the only one in the room that could see her. Part of me wondered what anyone else would think if they saw me . But I didn't care and I kept hugging her.


This was a very emotional dream. Just writing this is making me cry again.

All i remember is just feeling really good after I woke up.

Had another lucid dream out of the blue last night, due largely to the fact that I noticed a dream sign:

I'm walking with my wife along a sidewalk. I'm not sure where we're headed but she's leading the way. We come to a chain link fence and suddenly she is on the other side of it and I ask her, "How did you get over there?" Looking at the fence, the only way I see over is to climb it, so I do. When I get to the top, I see the fence is right next to what looks like a souvenier shop or convenience store. But it's strange because the store has a chain link (or chicken wire) roof and I can see down into the store as I'm crawling over it. I'm going slowly, as my weight is causing the wire to sag down onto the items that are on the top shelf. I wait for my wife to cross over to where the cash registers are so that it won't have both our weight on it at the same time. We finally climb down and walk out the door.

We're walking toward my truck when I see my son, my Mom, my Dad, my brother & his wife getting out of a car and walking towards us. I tell my wife, "That can't be Justin; he's halfway around the world. And Grandpa (my Dad) is dead. This must be a dream!" I become lucid and do a reality check by pinching my nose closed and trying to breath and I can. So I do it again, just to make sure. Then I remember some stuff I read about studying all the little details around you, so I do stuff like look at the ground and feel the fabric on my shirt. Then I look at my hands and there are fingers missing; I only have, like, two or three fingers on my right hand. So I turn to my son and say, "This is a dream. Look at your hands." He looks at his hands and lets out a little laugh. I say, "You're missing some fingers, aren't you?" and he nods his head. We all walk over to this house and some more people (relatives) are sitting out on the front porch. I tell everyone, "This is what's cool about dreams...you can do stuff like this," and proceed to cup my hands together in a ball but not quite together, and move them back and forth. I'm trying to conjure up a fireball but all I get is this faint blue plasma looking orb. So I concentrate harder to create a ball of flame and the blue color turns to yellow with a small flame springing to life for a few seconds. I try to hurl it forward, like the superheros do in the movies, but it only travels a few feet before sputtering out. Then a cousin of mine says something like, "Uncle Vance died tomorrow." So I ask her, "Do you mean tomrrow? Or do you mean yesterday?" After that I woke up.

I can only remember a fragment of the dream I had last night, but it is the first dream I have remembered for a very long time.

I was either in school or in a store of some kind and I went up to a man who was sitting behind a table selling things, but he only spoke French and we could not understand each other. I can barely read French and I certainly can not speak it in waking life, but for some reason in the dream I started "faking" what I thought was good French and apparently it was because the man behind the table and I had a long and cheerful conversation with me. I knew by the sound of it that we were speaking French, but I had no idea what either he or myself was actually saying.

Last night consisted of broken up sleep due to my lil' one being sick with a hacking cough. But waking up in random intervals helped in the recall department. My recall for the warehouse dream was exceptionally vivid & detailed which is awesome.
**side note: It should be known that I take a medication for nightmares and I've realized it helps a lot with lucidity and dream stability.**
oh, and one more thing... my personal thoughts during the dream are italicized. I feel it's important to understand & analyze the thought process you hold when dreaming for various reasons. Anyway, here are the two main dreams i remember...

Arrested Development & Drunken Mothers
I’m standing outside of a high class apartment building. My mom is drunk and wobbling around aimlessly with a glass of wine. She never drinks so I find this odd. I’m trying to punch in the door code to get her upstairs but I can’t guess the combination. I try asking but she keeps telling me random numbers and letters, and then laughs hysterically when they don’t work. At this point I’m frustrated so I start asking random people walking into the building to let us in but they ignore me. I sit down on a bench to calm down and figure out my next move. Just then, I see the entire cast of a show called Arrested Development walking towards the building. They’re all laughing and joking with each other as they walk up. The actress who plays the mother in the show sees me distressed and asks what’s wrong. I tell her the situation and she lets me in without hesitating. I say thank you at least 5 times as I drag my mom into the building who decides to randomly flip them off while saying something about New York bagels as we pass by. But the cast just laughs and says you’re welcome. Nice people.

The Warehouse with “Bad Lighting”
I pull up to a warehouse in the pouring rain. It’s in the middle of nowhere and I’m extremely confused. I stare out the window trying to figure everything out.
"HEY!”
The voice startles me. I turn and see Kaomea in the driver’s seat...
Wearing leather from head to toe.
Yup, that’s right…
Leather...

Kaomea: "You ready? We gotta move and get these lights out."
Me: "Wha? What lights? What the fuck is going on? Where are we & what the hell are you wear-"

She jumps out the car while I’m still rambling and runs in a stealth mode manner towards the warehouse. I think about staying in the car for a moment but decide my odds are probably better with my crazy leather wearing ninja friend as opposed to being a sitting duck in the pouring rain outside a creepy warehouse. I jump out the car and run towards her. I feel the rain hitting my face...
It feels like silk...
blankets…
running across my skin...
silk blankets on my bed...
bed...
why are my clothes barely wet? It’s raining, its pouring....
the old man is snoring....
and this is a dream. I am dreaming. I am lucid.
I get excited and the dream starts to fade... I try to calm down as everything starts to spin. I close my eyes and hear Kaomea.
"Breathe"
I feel her grab my hand and pull. I open my eyes and everything is stable again. We’re inside this huge warehouse with crates and boxes everywhere. It’s also a grocery store.... kind of like a Costco or Sam’s club & it’s really bright. Every light in the entire place is on.

Me: “ok, so what do we do now?”
Kaomea: “I told you, we gotta turn off the lights.”
Me: “why? Why is that so important?”
Kaomea: “the people who own this place are really tired. They’re good people and they need rest but they haven’t been able to turn the lights off for a very long time. They need our help, so that’s why we're here. We gotta help them find solace.”
Me: “ok, and what’s so hard about that? Where’s the breaker? Do we even need a breaker? We’re dreaming... I don’t get it.”
Kaomea: “No gypsy, shutting off the lights isn’t the hard part....”
me: “... then what is?”
Kaomea: “... Cleansing the darkness it leaves behind.”

I look at her blankly as she tries to analyze my reaction.

Kaomea: “what’s the matter? You scared?” ... She smirks.
Me: “actually... No... and that worries me a little.”
Kaomea: “you took your pill didn’t you?”
Me: “yup.”
Kaomea: “well, that’s gonna make things interesting. Ok, so… ready to make some new friends?”
Me: “yeah, I'm feeling pretty friendly.”
Kaomea: “good.”

She smiles and I instinctively put my hand on her shoulder. I see shadows start to climb the walls. Kaomea lifts her hand up from her side, palm up. It’s emitting a light that brightens as she raises it. She’s pulling energy from the surroundings and I’m pushing my own into her shoulder to help. I feel her reach capacity. I let go and step back as she slams her blinding bright fist into the cement floor creating a sonic boom of white light that ripples the entire area. It cracks the walls, the floors, the crates.... and every single light in the warehouse shatters. I hear demons cursing her name as they dissipate. Kaomea and I are talking telepathically now. It’s safer. She thinks she got most of the runts but the big ones are gonna take more than that. I agree and we split up.
The warehouse feels like a maze. I turn a few corners and get immersed. I walk down an aisle staked to the ceiling with crates. One falls off, narrowly missing me. I don’t jump or scream. I look up and see nasty looking.... roach-like thing with a human head?? Anyway, it’s hanging from the rafters, hissing and trying to drip some acidic substance on me. Then it dawns on me that don’t have a weapon. I start to feel a slight panic when the... creature? Starts climbing down the crates towards me. The dream begins to destabilize so I close my eyes and try to will some sort of weapon into my hands. Nothing. I open my eyes and see the creature getting closer. I nervously start to tap my heel. I notice the thing stops in its tracks and looks irritated. I look down and see little ripples of energy emitting from my tapping foot.
Rhythm. Rhythm. Music. Tones. Bass. Light.
Light is a weapon.
Light is love.
What do you love?
I love music.
My weapon is me.
My vibrations, my tones…
you’re on my frequency.
I feel the air change around me; I pull it in as I slow the tempo of my tapping heel. I feel a song flowing from me, naturally... as if I already knew it had the vibration I needed. I lock eyes with the creature in front of me and direct the white light waves emitting from my tapping at him. They carry the tune. I picture the vibration seeping into his spine and flowing up into his conscious... drowning him in the song. I focus on the words.

"Baby, you got a...
Got a bad, bad mouth...
Everything. Poison...
Coming out…
Coming out...
Cheating, lying…
Since the day you were born...
Someone…
Ought to…
Rinse it out with soap.
Wash. It. Out.
Wash. It. Out.
Wash. It. Out…"

It fills his head. His eyes bulge. I expect to hear a scream or cry but… nothing. Some of that acidic substance begins seeping from him and he dissolves. His body tissue is still vibrating to the tempo as I watch it melt into the floor… and that was enough to royally disturb the crap out of me. I run away, calling for Kaomea. I see reflections of random bursts of light in the rafters. I start to feel dizzy and sick. The dream feels like a fun house mirror.
I hear a hacking cough echo through the warehouse.
Cough? Who’s coughing?
My daughter. She’s coughing.
I'm gonna wake up.
Don't forget this. Don’t forget… you will remember. Details matter. Remember….
I repeated that over and over as I slipped awake.
It definitely helped.

** the lyrics mentioned above are from "The Life and Death of Mister Bad Mouth" by PJ Harvey.

This time I was dreaming that I was in a wearhouse and people were walking around and I stopped and thought "I can do anything in this dream, I have special powers." Then all the DCs faced me and clapped and cheered. This caught me off guard.

Then I was in brightly lit room on the floor and I was making up a sign

something like this but with sprinkles too.
This was really un-guy like. While putting on the sprinkles I started to think "what am I doing???" [you're making a poster for the hip 80's band Got Mouth], a female thought told me. I didn't recognize the name of the band but more so I didn't like the silly ridiculousness of this, it was so not me!
Thats when my view panned a bit over to the left side and I saw someone in the space where I was a half second ago and it was the short haired girl, oblivious to me comfortably sitting on this floor folding paper for the sign. There was no way she had just sat there, I came out of her somehow. She looked older than beofre maybe early 30s.
Dream ended.
In an earlier dream, she did say that she was me. I seem to be dreaming through someone else's dreams, this is very interesting. I haven't gotten a name of her yet, working on it.

Still sick, so no WBTB. No LD.

We'll go from vague to vivid on this one.

There was one part that had something to do with Jenn, and a phone or something.

I remember one part I was in the old house, and we had this puppy, and it was defective or something, so I threw it in the trash. I remember seeing the trash wriggle around as the puppy was jumping around inside. Don't worry it was DE that it was not a real puppy, so no pets were harmed in the dream. Then I went to the living room to watch TV with Sean. We had a crap ton of channels, and we put on something about music, or boxing. Something like that.

There was also this part where Brian, Mom, and I were in this multicolored hotel. Each wall had a different color, and the color was bright and very solid, like Microsoft Paint colors. The place was very blocky as well, so every time the walls would curve or something, they instead formed a corner, and a whole new flat surface. And each flat surface was a different color. Magenta, lime green, and yellow are the first ones that come to mind. Anyway, These bad guy(s) with gun(s) were coming to the hotel. Brian tried to stop them, but was unsuccessful. I called 911, and I told them I was at this hotel, and they said they were on their way. But when I hung up, I realised that I never actually told them the address of the hotel. There was also this one part with cartoon characters or something.

Then, I had a pretty interesting dream where I had a bunch of pets, and they were all Pokemon. This part of the dream took place in my house (I was living on my own) and it was late at night, raining outside, and very dark. I was in the kitchen, and the only light that allowed me to see was from the moonlight outside, and it bathed the kitchen in a dim light, but the color wasn't pale. It was more like there was just a dim light on inside the house. The one half of the kitchen was vaguely reminiscent of the kitchen in my current house, but with some alteration in the position of the cabinets. the second half was completely made up. If I face away from the counters and cabinets, I could walk forward and go through a doorway on the left, which led to a hallway and stairs instead of a living room like usual. There were only walls on the right of me, and past the door was a white fridge, not unlike the fridge I used to have in my old house. Beyond the fridge was a window, and it was darker than you could imagine outside, yet this was the window that let the light in, strangely enough. The only Pokemon I remember seeing were Rattata and Zapdos. I looked over by where the fridge was and noticed that Zapdos was laying motionless on the floor. Next to him was the Rattata. Anyway I wasn't sad that my favorite Pokemon died because I thought, "Hell, I'll just make another one." I know there was a part where I had this cook book-like instructional guide on how to build another Zapdos, and his legs were a main ingredient, but I don't remember much else. Anyway the next part of this dream had nothing to do with the first part, but you could tell it took place in the same setting, with the same vibe in the air, and the same dark night. Mom found out she had cancer, and she came into my room to tell me. My room had a BUNCH of posters everywhere, but they were all the same, but they were giving off a more "decoration" vibe than useless posters. Sean and Brian were in my room as well. I asked Mom how we would be able to afford treatment. Then she told me we would have to move very far away because of all of this. Then there was this weird part where there was this weird visual filter that made it so you could see sound via waves. So if you heard a C note, you saw this metal wire wave across your vision in the correct frequency.

The last dream I had started out with Darth Vader and I, along with some mutual friend, and we were in this restaurant. The place was very spacious, and had a lot of TVs all over the walls, the same way Applebee's has knick-knacks all over their walls. The spaces where you could see the walls were light blue, and there were also giant windows in which you could see outside. The table we were sitting at was square and very small. Darth Vader and I were play-fighting with fake light sabers, and I swear I chopped off his arm like ten times. We got into an argument about this he told me he has this invisible shield that covers most of his front upper torso, and his hands were in that area, so they didn't get chopped off. I said he should have mentioned this in the first place. Then I was outside in a bunch of snow with class at school. We had to slide things down this hill into this little mound of snow for some reason. Then I was in school, and it was the second day, so everyone was still getting used to their schedules. The school was set up differently, but oddly, it was the same setup as in a previous dream. The main hallway was unnecessarily wide, as was the lunch room. In my dream, I was a pretty popular guy, like in middle school. Anyway, I was still used to the schedule I had the year before, so instead of going to class, I went to lunch. In my dream, Kate, Stephanie, and Jenn were all best friends or something. I was sitting in lunch for a while, and I realised this wasn't where I was supposed to be, and I looked up at Kate, Stephanie, and Jenn, and I said something like, "Oh no! I didn't miss much did I?" or, "This isn't the right class, is it?" I got up and went to my real class, which was this elective writing class. Kyle was in this class (why does he feel the need to make a cameo appearance in all of my dreams?) and so was Cassandra. Our assignment was to draw these UFO's and a lot of people were copying each other, even though we had a template to copy. Cassandra came up to me, and said something about the assignment, or made some sort of joke. Then, I was thinking about something (it wasn't important) and then Kate, Stephanie, and Jenn, who were also in the class looked at me. Jenn said, "Is everything alright?" It's interesting that this happened because in real life, back in 9th grade, I felt like my friends were ditching me (spoiler: they were) and I never found out why. I'm sure it was nothing personal. It was more like we just drifted apart. But anyway, I was spacing out one say in class thinking about this, and Jenn asked me if I was alright. I had a huge crush on Jenn at the time, and I didn't want to seem like a debbie downer, so I said, "No, I'm fine, why?" She said, "Because you look worried." I replied with, "No, I'm good." I always wondered what would have happened if I actually talked to her about it. But anyway, in the dream, I responded with one of those wobbly hand signs that mean, "Ehhh...kinda so-so." Then I said, "Not really," and they gave me this worried look. Since I was actually feeling fine, I reassured to them, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me, I'm good." Only this time, I meant it.

Feels good, man.

Oh, also in the same dream, Iyannah and Martha were in the class, and both were really hot, but they were sisters, and both of their names were Ibouku, and they had different last names. Martha caught me staring at her, and she thought I had a crush on her.

I don't mean to bring my personal life onto here, I just felt the dream needed explaining.

I was talking with a guy who seemed as though he wanted to teach me, but I knew for a fact that it was only evil shit, and the first step of the training he wanted to give, was for me to loose all of my goodness. He told me he would give me a night to make my decision, a night of all the things I could have, all the powers and whatnot.

He nodded his head and did something with his hands, but I didn't feel any different. I said it was all a trick, but he told me to light him on fire. Without having to think about it, I raised my hands to become blue-green flames and threw fire onto the guy, engulfing him, but he didn't scream, he just smilied at me. I thought it was bad ass, and when he wiped the fire off him as if it were dirt or something, I threw the fire on him again, laughing.

I roamed around this camp site that had a house in the middle of it, but the place was awesome as hell. It was just getting dark at that moment, and the sundown looked like a flame flickering out. I saw a lot of people, who seemed like they wanted me to join them in their fun, but then I heard this weird ass voice coming from one of the rooms in the house.

I walked into the house and saw my girlfriend in one of the rooms, she was wanting me to be with her, but I told her to give me a minute. I walked into the room that I heard the noise in and it was completely empty. I looked around, it was like a burnt red color with black floor and ceiling. I saw a bed, and saw a shoe under it. When I reached down for the shoe, a hand with sharp nails came out and swiped at me like a cat.

I backed away and waited a second before getting back down for the shoe, ready for the hand again. When the hand swiped at me again, I grabbed the wrist and pulled out one wicked hot chick. She was pale skinned with black hair, icy green eyes, and one hell of a body. She seduced me, though it wasn't exactly hard for her to do. Not going into detail about what happened at this point, but the guy who gave me the powers was watching from an outside window.

I woke up spooning with her as the sun was coming up, I didn't mind that I had wasted the use of powers with being with her, but she told me without the powers, I'd never see her again. I asked what she meant, but then she dissappeared in my arms.

I went to the room where I had left my blonde girlfriend (in the dream world she was) and I saw her with five black rappers, I stood there in shock, and she was jacking one of the guys off, smiling at me and asked if I wanted to join. I told her to fuck off, but then I actually thought about joining in. Instead LL Cool J tried to get me undressed, smiling and doing that licking lips thing he does, and I punched him so hard that his face exploded.

None of the other rappers seemed to care, neither did the blonde bitch.