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Dream - Lucid - AP

All I remember from this dream is that I was talking to two guys about shared dreaming, or something about dream interpretation. I was asking them some questions. I felt like they had some sort of authority on the subject.

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I made some weird apple drink. It looked just like apple juice. I made it in one of the tall, clear glasses we use at work for our cold drinks. I put it in a bag to take with me wherever I was going. I thought the drink was going to taste amazing. I remember one of the ingredients being apple cider vinegar. When I got to where I was going (can't recall where that was), I took the drink out of my bag. I looked at it, and thought that there was ice in it, when really, there wasn't. There were, however, croutons floating at the top of the glass.

I took a sip and immediately spit it out. It wasn't near as delicious as I thought it was going to be. It almost tasted like warm, sweet pickle juice. I tried it again, and spit it out. Another girl was next to me, and said something about the drink.

Then, I was outside somewhere. I was with my friend from work, Nate. We went down this path that went down a hill, and came across this bicycle. It was purple and flowery. Nate said he was going to take it. He took it, then went home.

Then, my boss found me at the bottom of the hill. She asked me something about Nate stealing a bike. I said I was there for it, but I wasn't going to go get it from him or turn him in. She got really upset with me; I think she suspended me from work. I didn't care though; I didn't want Nate to get in trouble.

Then, I remember trying to find Nate. I found his house. There was a pick-up truck parked outside in a gravel driveway. I remember being very happy to see Nate. I told him about my boss.

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I was with my family, and we were going on a vacation. I think we were in the Bahamas. At any rate, I know we were on an island. We were staying in a little vacation home at the edge of the island. We were standing on the beach outside the home. There was a man with us, showing us around and showing us the vacation home. He told us to be careful at night if we were going out, because the wolves came out at night. I remember pondering how people even went out at night there because of that.

Then, I remember being inside the vacation home, close to the front door. It was nighttime, and my mom opened the door from outside. She was trying to get me to help her fight off this wolf that had followed her to the door. At that moment, the wolf bounded through the door, and jumped on me. He had me pinned against the wall. I was pretty scared. I remember feeling his gray fur against my hands, as I tried to push him off. I remember feeling his weight against me, and how heavy and bulky he felt. I don't remember who got the wolf off of me, but someone did.

Then, I remember my old friend/an ex, Jake, being there. I told him about the wolves. A lot of the time he was there, I remember him acting childish and pouty. I don't remember much else about him being there though.

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I was outside, in what looked like my old high school's courtyard. It was very cloudy and windy outside. Kacey was with me. I had a binder in my hands, and was holding it above my head. This was causing me to float through the air when the wind blew under it. Kacey had a balloon, and was using that to do the same thing. She told me to try it. I got a balloon, and floated around with Kacey as the wind blew us. We were laughing and having a great time, as the wind would take us high into the air, and then back down.

Then, I had to go back inside to take a Data Analysis test (this class is on my mind a lot, apparently). I entered the classroom, and it was HUGE, way bigger than my actual Data Analysis classroom. There were also many, many more people, and two professors were teaching it, as opposed to one. I remember one of them being an older man with gray hair. He was going bald. All of the tables and seats in the classroom were white.

I sat down in the back of the classroom to take the test. I thought I had been very prepared, but as I took the test, I didn't feel near as confident as I thought (this actually happened a few days ago in waking life, though not to this extreme of an extent). I was one of the first ones done, so I got up and left. I went into the hallway to find my balloon, but it was gone. I tried to get another one from someone. They gave it to me, but I went back into the classroom and left it, hoping that it would still be there when I returned.

Everyone was still sitting down, even though many were done with the test. I figured I probably needed to stay as well. I went back to my seat. There was a black woman sitting next to me. She was still working on her test. My test was still sitting in front of me. There was a stack of tests in the middle of the table we were sitting at. I started to compare my answers to some of the answers on the test on the top of the stack. Hmm...mine seemed way off. I also didn't remember doing the last extra credit problems that everyone else had filled out. I looked, and I had done them. Whew. I then saw other people had the plus/minus sign next to a lot of their answers. Shit, I meant to do that, but forgot. I then was trying to remember if there was a question about confidence intervals, because I thought that was supposed to be on the test. I put my test on the top of the stack, turning it over first so no one could see the answers. Well, that didn't work, because apparently, I had done my test in red pen, and it had bled through to the other side. The black lady sitting next to me asked me if the last problem was way off. She drew a half of a box around my bottom answer in red pen to indicate what she was talking about. I shrugged.

Then, the tests were taken up. We all had to stand up and listen to the old man professor talk. There were boxes of cinnamon rolls in some of the seats around us (and yet again, work creeps into my non-work related dream). The boxes were a clear turquoise/teal-ish color. A girl next to me opened one of the boxes, and broke a piece off of a cinnamon roll, and snuck it in her purse. I thought about doing the same; I started to open a box, but decided not to at the last minute. I then thought that since she had done it, others that saw her would follow suit, as that is only human nature. I then saw a few other people doing the same thing.

We were filing out of the classroom, and there were balloons people were taking. I wanted one, but by the time I got up to where they were, they had all been taken. My other one was also gone. Bummer.

It's been a while...

I am sitting on the bed in my room in QPII. I think I'm running a store. A guy with red hair comes in and wants to return a stack full of notebooks. I see the notebooks are all bent and have writing on them. I tell him he can't return them because of this. He seems understanding. I think I'm confused for a second and go to give him money.. 38 dollars.. but I only give him 35 and change. At this point he starts creeping me out, like he's coming on to me. I get up and leave... I'm driving down the hill towards PJ.. then at some point I come back. My old boss, L, is sitting on a chair in the room... she's really disappointed that I just left the store like that. I feel really bad, and I say "But I was sick! I needed some fresh air" even though that wasn't true.

I dream I am in a large room. This room is dark, with very shitty lighting. There's one empty, lightless back room, and just one table here. Also, there was about a dozen people in here. We are unfortunately all trapped in here. We basically just have to sit here bored all day and look stupid. But one bad thing, there is a pregnant girl here with us. And apparently, she IS nine months pregnant. So, we all continue to mope around like retards. It's so fuckin' boring in here. I think I'd have more fun with a fully loaded gun in my mouth(not literally). So, just as things can't get any worse, they do. The worst(or at least I think the worst) scenario happens. The girl's water breaks! Oh shit!!!!! What the hell?! What to do?! What to do?! We are SO fucked now! Then, someone has an idea. He tells us to look at the big green buttons on the ground. We all look. Odd, those weren't there earlier. So, he says someone needs to jump on them with massive force. But the only way to do that is to jump from the ceiling on the buttons. Conveniently enough, there were pipes up on the ceiling like you see in a school gym, or a store. Also, someone had ropes. So now we could get up there. So, he throws his rope up and it wraps around the pipe. One man volunteers to jump. He climbs up the rope quickly. Finally, he swings over to one button. He jumps. Then, he lands and heavily stomps on a button. Nothing happens. Son of a bitch! He climbs back up to try again. He jumps, and lands on another button. Nothing. Dammit! One more button, if it doesn't work, this is gonna get ugly. He climbs up. He really looks nervous now. But who wouldn't? He looks down at the last green button. He jumps. He slams down on the final green button. A doorway opens. Yes! We're saved, and shit, that girl's water is still going. So I rush her outside. There's a man there, who looks surprised to see us leaving. I'm sure he's the bastard who did this. However, there's no time to deal with him. I see an ambulance. I rush the girl over to it. I put her on a stretcher in the back. Finally, I start the ambulance. I floor it. I pick a little receiver that goes out a megaphone. I tell all the cars and people to move. I keep driving like a maniac. This is bad. As we drive through the city, I can see many pedestrians and cars just barely dodging me. Finally, we reach the hospital. I see doctors rush out and take the girl. Good, all is well. Then, the police shows up. I pull a gun out from nowhere. They look pissed. This isn't good. I look at my gun. It's a Magnum 45. The cops get out and fire at me. Oh shit! I take cover and fire back. I have a 45 bitches! Good luck! I take down one cop. Then, another. One more, and shit. Now cops are coming from behind. These ones have shotguns. Motherfucker! They grab me. They point at me with their guns, and I awake.

I am amazed at already forgetting my previous posting.

Dream begins.
Me at McDonalds, upper management female(foggy), beautiful woman of a different race, very busy, I want a mcdouble, they are so busy they are not taking my order, they could but are not, the manager which is the beautiful woman asks what I want from the back, I tell her, she says well get it and get your money in the dining room in a minute or now if you prefer, I say now, my dollar is handed to the back where they are cooking, I think how odd,

I know the details of real life that entered this non ld dream
management
manager was family of upper management
beautiful woman of another race
the dollar
the informal handling of the dollar
(more is coming) the casualy busy attitude of the employees
the assessing of the managers ability by me and upper management
my appreciation of the style of managing
my belief that mcdonalds probably has a good management training program
end

Awake Non-Lucid

I'm traveling, walking, so fast. So fast that the land -fields, trees and plants- blurs past. In my head I see a map with a highlighted route. Dragons, where are the dragons? There are only a few left. If the other creatures of this land can hide and survive, then haven't dragons done the same?

Silveria, in the north, that is where they must be. I recall seeing one fly over my head the last time I was there. But wasn't I warned away from that place? It has a bad feeling to it. But I must find the dragons!

I follow those in front of me. We get to a place where the path splits into two. They turn right, away from Silveria and the dragons. Why don't they turn left? Confused, I follow them.

"No!" They tell me. "Silveria is a bad place!"

"But we must find the dragons!" I try to say, but they turn their backs to me.

Soon we reach a city. The buildings are black and tall. People chant and crowd the streets. We slow to a normal pace. "I don't like this place..." I whisper.

I look over my shoulder, to see a giant black spire of a building. This jogs my memory. The City of Spires! Why do all my cities have such spires? It reminds me of Oblivion.

I ask my companions if the government resides there. They frown. "No, that is where the thieves are."

Thieves? But I am a thief! I turn from the group and quickly get inside. It is chaos, apparently they are about to be attacked.

I show people a card that shows I am a thief, and they allow me entry. Inside, I find my friend Paul. He looks confused and overwhelmed. I take his hand and take him into a corner, explaining the situation to him. "Stay with me." I say. "I'll keep you safe."

Eventually, the attackers break in. They're wearing all black, with silver chains wrapped around their bodies. I have near to no fighting experience, but for some reason it comes naturally to me. I find that I can jump impossible heights and distances.

I jump and spin, kicking an enemy across the head, killing them instantly. But as I look around, I see we are severly outnumbered. I turn to a dead end, where I find my fellow thieves hiding. I snarl at them to get their act together, otherwise they've doomed themselves. Then I run along a wall, jumpinp and landing against an enemy with my feet on his chest. We go down with a crash.

I back into a room. There's a girl there, who throws daggers at me. I dodge with an inhuman speed, and then pick one up and launch it at her with all my strength. It stabs her in the stomach, and she slides down the wall behind her.

I clench my teeth and lower my head. Every part of me feels tense and alive. I stalk out of the room and into another, where I find a group of sneering men. Letting out a yell, I jump, souring above their heads, landing in their mass.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a house like my great-grandmother's house. Other family members were there. We were all getting ready for a wedding, which was probably going to take place in the living room.

I walked out from the kitchen into the living room. Right where my great-grandmother's chair would have been, there was a bed. Two or three people were in the bed. These were the people who were going to get married.

The people had a weird look, like they were frozen or made out of wax. They had strained, sinewy looks on their faces, like old paintings of people in sorrow and pain. They looked like they were near death. One of them seemed to be wearing ancient robes and a head-covering, like women in Renaissance paintings. The robes, and possibly even the person, seemed to be colored a pale pink.

I think that the scene of the bed made so little sense to me that I actually looked away from it. I couldn't understand how a marriage could be so morbid.

Other family members were seated in different parts in the room, each group spaced well apart from the other. The family members remarked that there was one person missing from the bed -- the woman who was actually to be the bride.

The family members all remarked that the woman was so sensitive about having her picture taken in these situations that she'd avoided this scene altogether. Everybody kind of felt bad for setting up this situation, even though it seemed to be the usual part of a wedding. But everybody kind of looked up to this girl, so they hated doing anything that made her uncomfortable.

I saw the girl in my head. She looked kind of young, maybe in her late teens or early twenties. She was skinny, kind of pale, and blonde, with her hair in a pony tail. She wore tight blue jeans and a white t-shirt which she had tucked into her pants, but which was also a little baggy around her tiny waist.

Dream #2

I was in a small bedroom, like a bedroom for a little kid, with my boss. We both sat on the floor, cross-legged. I sat before a bunk bed. My boss sat near the door.

I had a big, white, cotton bag of laundy in front of me. Inside the bag was a bunch of laundry and two packs of diapers. One pack was pink, and one pack was blue.

I was going through the bag, shuffling through all the clothing, which may actually have been dirty. I may have been trying to pull some stuff together for some kind of business trip that I was going to take with my boss.

My boss started telling me about his old job, which actually had something to do with the packs of diapers in the laundry bag. He had done something like design the diapers or been among the first sales team to promote them, or something.

Apparently the diapers were made for newborns or very young babies. There was some other sort of stuff related to the diapers -- clear, plastic items like tubing and masks (?).

I pretended to be pulling different items of clothing out of the bag. But I was actually more focused on pulling the diapers and the plastic items out of the bag. I wanted to wear the diapers from the pink pack. I think I assumed that the plastic gear helped you fit into the diapers (?).

I hoped my boss didn't catch on that I was going to try and wear these newborn girls' diapers. But eventually my boss stopped talking about his old job. He got impatient that I was taking so long finding clothes for the business trip. He said, "I'll be waiting outside, whenever you finally have everything all ready to go."

Dream 1:
I was walking past my old school to go some where I don't remember and I see this bird that looks like an ostrich,it is sitting in a snow pile. The ostrich head and throat are the only things i can see because the body is hidden in the snow pile. As I am observing the ostrich it says "You are alone".
I get VERY angry for some reason and starts running towards the ostrich but he flies away.

Dream 2:
It's me and my Father and we are walking towards a lake, It's winter so it's ice on the lake. Apparently it's a store in the middle of the lake on a island and my father wants me to go and buy some things for him.
As I am walking alone over the ice I see an old man with a stick walking towards me. My father shouts "Learn from him!" The old man then starts hitting the ice near me so it cracks, I start running away fearing I will fall in the cold water below the ice. The old man is chasing me and hitting the ice as he runs.

I Don't understand anything from these dreams, it's all so wierd. If anyone understands any "meaning" of these dreams please comment!

sorry for poor english.

There once was a girl who lived in a small town. She was sad because she didn't have any friends. Her mother told her that she had to come home directly after school and she wasn't allowed to play with the other kids. Then one day she said “tomorrow you can play with the other kids as long as you are careful.”

The next day the girl started playing with the other kids. They rode on their bikes and had fun, but the girl still didn't feel like she belonged. The others told her that if she wanted to truly belong to the group she had to help them with something.

In that town most of the people were poor, but there was one boy who was rich. His father was a doctor or something and he always had much better toys and clothes than the other kids. Because of that everyone hated him and the kids liked playing tricks on him. Now they'd figured out a new way to mess with him. They stole a wallet, some jewelery or something similar and blamed it on the boy. The only problem was that no one would believe that the boy had really done it. That's why they needed the girl's help. The adults would believe whatever she said.

So in the end she stood in front of the policeman and had to choose whose side she was really on. On the one hand the boy was probably really nice once you got to know him, but if she didn't lie she'd be alone again, so she did as the kids had asked.

I'm walking through a forest. There are rising levels of Carbon Dioxide in the area (I was watching a film called Behemoth last night, which may have inspired some parts of this dream) and I did some stuff to stop it (can't particularly remember what) and the scene concluded with me standing at a 4-way intersection of paths. The scene then cuts to a couple of government agents, who comment that the increased Carbon Dioxide caused the plants to grow by a significant amount, even though the problem had only existed for a short while (a couple of days at most, maube no more than one day).

My family, consisting of my mother, father, brother, grandmother and grandfather, are walking through a forest (may or may not be the same one as the previous sequence) and emerge in a medium sized clearing area. There are number of benches with games on them, which can be played using odd-shaped marbles as some kind of currency. My gran goes over to a wooden shed and purchases several thousand pounds worth of marbles (I'm not sure if she did anything with them after that). The scene then cuts to my family sitting down on a particularly long bench, with my gran at one end (I think this was because we were celebrating something about her), me at the other, and two on each side of the table. We then begin eating dinner, which instead of a picnic as would be expected, was a cooked meal served by what I assume were park employees.

Dead Flesh
I am in my own room at night with the lights out, but it is darker than it normally is. The shadows seem to be pressing in on me from all directions, pressing in with an actual physical force. For some reason I become especially aware of my own breathing… and it seems harder than normal to breathe. It is almost painful to breathe. I hear something around me that sounds like voices whispering, I hear the voices but they are whispering too quietly to hear what they are saying. Dead flesh. The voices are talking about dead flesh… yuck… A voice in my ear speaking. Look around, do you think this is real? It isn't! A voice in the other ear. You think you're real? You're not, nothing is real. Another voice right at the back of my head… All you are is an accidental bit of electricity sent through a mass of brain tissue at just the right way to imitate a conscious mind. A pulse of light through the dark, there and then gone completely. A flicker of energy contained in a mass of dead flesh. The voices are all around now, I can't really tell where they are coming from. You are a chunk of dead flesh, animated for a brief time, dying from the day it is brought into existence. You didn't exist before this slab of meat was created, nor will you exist after it decays. The flesh could crumble tonight… or tomorrow night… or 20 years from now… or even longer, but it will break down. Anything I can try to do, am I really going to con myself into thinking it matters? I tell the voices to shut up. DEAD FLESH! You are not a conscious being… DEAD FLESH! You are a chunk of matter waiting to decay… DEAD FLESH! Pathetic physical mass of DEAD FLESH! Should I treat this flesh as a temple? DEAD FLESH! As a garbage bin? DEAD FLESH! What does it matter? DEAD FLESH! It will only make a difference of a couple short years… DEAD FLESH! If it makes a difference at all, that is. DEAD FLESH! All you are is flesh. DEAD FLESH! Flesh is all you are. DEAD FLESH! Go ahead, make up fantastic tales of far off worlds! DEAD FLESH! Use them to comfort yourself… DEAD FLESH! To keep yourself from realizing that all of life is puny and worthless! DEAD FLESH! And when the body decays into DEAD FLESH! It will be as if you never existed at all! DEAD FLESH! Look! DEAD FLESH! It's started already! DEAD FLESH! I look and see there are bugs crawling on my arm. I brush them off, and underneath the bugs my skin is turning a sickly gray color, the color of decay. DEAD FLESH! DEAD FLESH! DEAD FLESH! The voices keep going, I want to get the gross stuff off. I go to the shower and turn on the water, run it over my injury. DEAD FLESH! DEAD FLESH! DEAD FLESH! The flesh itself washes off of my arm to reveal the bone beneath. The bone itself starts to crumble, the voices keep chanting and chanting… DEAD FLESH! DEAD FLESH! DEAD FLESH! Then I finally wake up in bed… and the first thing I think to say is, "Come forth to me now, all ye seekers of the dead flesh." I speak this into the darkness before I stop and sit there wondering, "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

Fusion Healing
I am in a strange place with MoSh, it looks like a house, but it is a home I don't remember ever seeing before. I look around and I see there is a bedroom there, there is a woman there I don't recognize. MoSh clearly recognizes her, though. MoSh goes over to her and starts trying to talk to her, but she seems so despondent, not even turning to look at MoSh when he speaks. MoSh looks over to me and says he needs help to heal her, he's not sure what to do. He's not sure how to help her. I know healing spells, so I go over to the woman and start using a song by Evanescence called My Last Breath. She is paying no more attention to me than she had been to MoSh. Completely unresponsive. I look back over at MoSh, not sure what to do. MoSh is the one who knows this woman… my energy is needed for healing… so what would be needed is a combination of MoSh's and my energies, maybe that would get her attention. I go over to MoSh and I say we have to help her together, he says that is ok, he will do whatever he can to help. So I fuse with MoSh… somehow this seems completely normal, in fact nothing here has seemed odd enough to trigger me to do a RC… I/MoSh go back over to the woman, who has been completely oblivious to anything happening, she is still staring off into the same distant nothingness as she was a short time ago. I go for the same song, trying to work it again. "Hold on to me, luv… you know I can't stay long. All I wanted to say is I love you and I'm not afraid. Can you hear me? Can you feel me in your heart?" Now she seems to be responding, she reaches out her hands and I/MoSh take them in my/his hands. She is now looking into my/MoSh's eyes, no longer gazing into some distant abyss. A white light radiates out of me/MoSh, the light flows through the woman, making her entire body glow and seem to float a bit off of the ground. She seems oblivious to the fact she is now floating, but she has not gone back into her trance, she is completely fixated on my/MoSh's eyes, looking so intensely as if she can see all the way into my/MoSh's soul… I wonder which soul she sees… or does she see both? The two of us/them are lying down on the bed, this is going somewhere I don't belong, so I pull out of MoSh. The spell is complete anyhow. They play around a bit on the bed, the woman is still glowing with the white energy. I am hit with an unexpected loneliness… an emptiness in my heart that goes all the way into my soul. A voice is speaking behind me, the voice is cold and emotionless. Soul? What soul? You have no soul, fool, there is no such thing as a soul… you are nothing but a mass of dead flesh. A chance gathering of matter, a figment of some other dreamer's dream, of someone else's mind, and soon when my body decays I will be gone. I turn around and demand to know who is saying that. I notice MoSh and the woman turn to stare at me. I guess I am acting really strange now… A voice in my mind keeps repeating, "You are DEAD FLESH! You are DEAD FLESH! You are DEAD FLESH!"

I remember this from a few days ago. I think it was just a stress dream or something.

I am John Smith from "The Dead Zone" and I am within a totally black environment. I know that I have to touch something to get a vision that will guide me to where I need to be but there is nothing around, until suddenly there is a key ring of keys falling. I try to grab them, but they are out of reach. Then more and more keys begin to fall slowly all over, each incased in a light beam. I keep trying to grab them, but I can't grab any of them.

It started of as the first day of my digital cinematography class with M.S. (which I had already irl). Everyone accepted everything as normal but I realize after waking up that the classroom looked like a chamber of some sort of space ship. It had curved, metal, sleek walls and was deep in the building.

M.S. Asks us if we had projects to present, and everyone said yes. Although it was apparent to me that no one even knew about it, but people started presenting anyway. After the first person or two she turned to me and asked what I had to show and I told her I had a guest speaker that had not arrived yet. She seemed excited and said that that was great.

I (apparently) could transform into John Smith, the main character from "The Dead Zone". And I figured that I could come in as him and speak, only I had to do it before anyone noticed I was gone. I was trying to find a place to transform. It took me awhile but I did, and I was on my way back when the dream changed.


The next dream started with me on the 4th floor of one of the buildings of my college (irl) waiting for an event I was running to start, but there were administrators in there so I had to wait until they were done before I could get anything going.

Behind them was a giant rocking horse that was rocking by itself. It was rocking at different speeds and different intensities. Slowly it began to sink into the floor. I seemed to be the only one that noticed it so I told people to look behind them, that the rocking horse was sinking. They turned to me and explained how the rocking horse rocked at different speeds and there was nothing to worry about. It was not my horse so I did not persist trying to tell them for long, if they did not care if it sank in the floor, that was none of my business. I watched it as it slowly became lower and lower, still rocking as it sank into the carpet until it was gone.

Everything was fine for a few moments, then the entire building began to fluctuate, ripple and begin to flop apart like baking dough. I yelled to everyone that the building was coming apart and they all began to run for the elevator. I yelled to them to stop, that this was an emergency and we had to take the stairs. Everyone quickly changed course and we began to run down the stairs as the walls seemed to be melting, and the stairs were missing sections.

Everyone got out of the building, and we all stood back to watch it basically deflate into a mushy mass. We thought everything was fine until we saw the buildings next to it begin to ripple and fluctuate as well. I soon realized that it was a chain reaction and soon the whole city would melt into blobby puddles.

A team was there quick with scaffolding to try and hold one of the buildings up, but the scaffolding began becoming floppy as well and some began to fall off. Others grabbed pieces of the building causing it to break off and gently fold to the ground to safety. At that point I realized I should warn the other building in my school that they were going to collapse soon.

I run over to the building and start yelling to everyone, they rush to the windows to hear what I have to say. Before I can warn them, someone on the ground grabs a megaphone and says "Nothing is happening, stay in class, thank you." I suddenly have a megaphone also and yell to them "The building you are in is going to melt! You have to leave now!" People seemed to hear, but did not think they could leave class still. I yelled "I know all of you have always wanted this kind of excuse to leave class! Are you going to pass this up?!" And with that everyone began evacuating.

I go into a false awakening of my roommate S telling me that I was screaming in my sleep.

I then "go back to sleep" to have pieces of the same melting building again, so strange

02.04.2011

The legendary cooking tray (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

For some reason, I was going inside a cold storage. It was one of this huge walk-in refrigerators.
I walked some stairs to the door. The stairs were wooden and crackly. They were painted in white and some of them looked cracked.

I reached the cold storage's door. The door was metallic and very cold. The metal looked rusted and dented. The handle was also made out of steel.

I entered the cold storage. I could see some fog of the sheer cold inside. I could feel the cold in my skin. The ground of the cold storage was frozen solid. The tiles looked white with ice around them. Inside the cold storage I found boxes, most of them were made out of cardboard, but some where wooden too. I also found a few small carts with some food on them.

I found a cooking tray and picked it up. I was looking for it because it very important and it was needed somewhere.
I left the cold storage, walked down the same stairs and entered inside a one story building. The store looked like a bakery.

Some stuff happened with customers that I cannot recall well. I remember there was a big line and I walked towards the employee, who was a good made up friend of mine.

He was surprised of what I was doing. I knew I had some sort of legendary try that one is placed in the oven, it could generate a lot of candies right away. I threw a bag of chocolate candies in front of the employee and told him he wanted the tray.

Something else happened, but I woke up.

From when I was in elementary school.

/T+0.00.00/ I am at a beach, possibly with family. The sand is the typical boring gray typical of southern California. It is sunny. Suddenly, the steely water begins to rush away, exposing more beach. As a giant wave begins to swell in the distance, I turn and see friends I haven't seen in years, most notably Nl. Gldfrb., running to escape the tsunami. I begin to run, climbing up the sides of what are possibly sand bags to prevent erosion of the beach, when I remember my family and panic sets in as I weigh the value of my life against those of my friends and loved ones.

When I was very young

/T+0.00/ It is nighttime. I am in a brick labyrinth, but the walls are only tall enough so I can see a dalmatian, bipedal and cartoon like, with what is possibly a fire-helmet on its head. I have reason to believe it is malicious. I find my way out of the the maze and I am in a crowded amusement park. I am with one of my parents, I believe my mom, and the other, likely my dad is gone. We search for the missing parent, through gift shops, in and out of the different areas of the theme park, and I sense that the dalmatian is near.
/T+0.15/ Suddenly, my other parent, possibly my mom, is gone too, and somehow I know that both have disappeared in the bathrooms. I run to the bathroom and to the urinals, which are those ones that go to the floor. I know mom and dad are there, and I know the dalmatian put them there, but I don't know how to rescue them. I begin to panic.
/End dream T+0.18/