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Dream 1: I find myself at my mother's house and shes smoking some cannabis out of a really pretty looking bong. I'm shocked but instead of becoming lucid I proceed to believe she must be using it for medicinal purposes. Apparently it's her first time though and she explodes into laughter and passes me the bong. I ask her if she's sure I should be smoking with her and she continues laughing and insists. I take a hit and immediately get high, this is one of those dreams where I've smoked cannabis and felt exactly as I would if I smoked it in RL, where as in other dreams the high is very odd and unfamiliar. We share some stories while passing the bong a few times and we connected in ways I'd never imagine possible between us, it was a very nice bonding experience.

Dream 2: I'm sitting on the trunk of my brother's car and I'm taking huge drags out of a cigarette while he talks to me. I hate cigarettes and can't figure out why I'm smoking it in the first place, but I take another drag anyway. I can't remember what we talked about but I remember how nice it felt to be chilling outside on a nice breezy night, it was very realistic.

Dream 3: I'm watching my friend take a ziplock bag out of her backpack and upon closer inspection I see 4-5 large clusters and crystals of DMT. I'm amazed that she had so much and having never done it myself, but having looked forward to doing so, I was very eager to act cool until she offered me some. She lit up and as she was doing so I recall saying "When you feel like you can't take anymore, make sure to take one more hit! Have fun in hyperspace!" She gives me a look like while she takes another hit and I say "Oh and it tastes like burnt plastic I hear, I bet it's harsh huh?" She nods and laughs, making her cough out all the smoke as she giggles. She zones out and I can tell she blasted off. I sit there patiently but also really wanting to take just a tiny piece. Surely she wouldn't notice. No I'm better than that. But it's DMT! She opens her eyes, back from her trip, and just as she's about to talk I wake up.

So I'm fighting this guy that apparently I've been set up to fight with or some shit, as some kind of game. Whilst my brother fights some other guy he's suppose to fight. Apparently we were just suppose to FIGHT and not kill each other. whoops.

I kill this dude and my brother's like OH MAN WHAT DID YOU DO WHI DID U DO THAT FFFFFFFFFFFFFF. And then I'm like dude bro chill man dude. bro. and then he's like FFFFFFFFFFFF. and then I was like FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF UR RIGHT I KILLED HIM. And I got overly worried and panicked and was wondering how I'd dispose of the body. Then my neighbor passes by and sees him dead and she cries and shes like AHHHHHHHHH (which is the sound of her screaming).

Then I was like WOAH. THIS CANT BE HAPPENING I MUST BE DREAMING MAN. Then I do my flying reality check and flew away but then I woke up.Fuck.

I dreamed that people were upset with some hierarchies I had set up. Maybe I had some people reporting to others. I am not sure. But people were discontented. Dave Atkins was there. When I made the case that hierarchies were important, then he said well do you have to bring in your dad on decisions that require hierarchy? I said this was using false logic, I called it a name, premafacious, that what is proven in the extreme disproved the middle.

I had a number of other dreams but did not have my dream journal by my bed.

It started out I was watching T.V. This was the only time I would know I would be watching T.V. I was watching this boy, following him in 3rd person.
I remember him talking to this person identicaly looking to him, though tattier clothing. It was his dads birthday (The one I was origanlly following - they have different fathers lol?), thought the 2nd "twin" forgot. He didn't seem to care.
Next I remembered 2 people, I took to be the kids (teens) fathers. At this time, I'm just watching them both, from a high angle perspective. I think they were in a different house.
The father of the boy I was origanally following was asking the father of the other boy to fix his roof. It sounded like he had been saying he was going to fix his roof for some time, though didn't do it. He seemed really reluctant to fix the roof, I think he did agree to it eventually.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm descending slowly through the levels of a house. When I realize what's happening to me and that this is a dream, I decide to stop in the third level down and explore it. I will myself to stop moving downward and to be standing on the floor, and achieve both of those desires. I begin walking through the rooms, concentrating both on the action of walking and on the scenery around me, knowing that my concentrated attention will keep the dream stable. There are some steps down into a large living room. I think, This reminds me of some of my friends' houses. Well, of course it does. That's where my mind must have picked up the images that this dream is made up of.

I turn around to take in more of the room. While I'm doing so, I think, I need a mirror. When I look back at a particular section of wall a second time, a large, tall, rectangular, frameless, wall-mounted mirror has appeared there. [Cool! I guess I'm getting better at controlling the features of the dream environment.] I come up to the mirror and stick my hand into it. My hand goes right into the mirror and is obscured by silver mist, but I feel nothing at all. I still don't particularly want to try to go anywhere else that way, though, so I don't. However, on the floor to my left, I see a large, freestanding flatscreen TV [the same size and model we have in my real house], and decide to try to go through that. As I crouch down in front of it, I think briefly of a couple of specific places from my past that I would like to find on the other side of the screen. I then start going through it. I feel the screen snap when I start pushing through it, and feel the edges of its two halves dragging against my body as I climb into the TV. There's nothing inside but darkness. I ended up just waking up. [I failed to choose a single destination and truly believe that it would be there on the other side of the screen.]

I went back to sleep and had another dream. I'm in a room with a bunch of computers, and someone is directing me to complete a series of questionnaires on one computer, which is on the aisle that goes down the center of the room, between the rows of tables. One of the questionnaires involves looking at frames from an animated TV show and identifying what show they're from. I recognize them as being from the Garfield and Friends TV show.

From there, the dream shifts, putting me in that episode of that TV show. I'm standing right behind the protagonist, watching him/her [not sure] have a conversation with another character just outside the gate to a town. The setting appears to be a medieval fantasy story. I recognize that I'm dreaming. The conversation is finished, and the second character admits the protagonist and me through the gate. As I pass the gatekeeper character, I say to him, “It's good to see you again.” I start walking along through the open space in the center of the town, again concentrating on walking and on the scenery around me. As I walk, I cover my mouth with both hands and whisper into them, “I was actually talking to the town.” I can actually feel the warmth and moisture of my breath on my hands, which impress me with their realism.

I pass by a shop building with off-white walls and a window, and go, “Oh, yeah.” I remember that I still want to try to walk through a wall. I turn to my right, walk right up to that wall and keep on walking. I can only get a little way into it. It feels like walking into a flexible, but thick, strong, and semi-solid piece of rubber. [That's the last I remember.]

I dreamed I was a factory worker, making boxes. My box kept falling apart at the bottom, and we rounded them using ice lol so the inside kept getting soggy.
The dream occurred before the first or second world war.

At some point, I ran away with the female factory boss. We were in love, but it wasn't affectionate. Neither was it "cold". We were just "proper" ladies. I'm not sure when that part of the dream happened, because I barely remember it.

Back at the factory, she exchanged lifts so I could have a smaller surface to work on. I placed my hand on her back momentarily as we walked, but that's all. I was afraid of putting her in a bad spot because she was the boss AND a woman.
There was a paper bag on the floor next to one of the moved lifts. I looked inside and it contained a couple photos and some other odds and ends I've forgotten. I asked if it belonged to this one young man whose lift had been moved. It was his and he took it and I was taken aback by how sad and lost he looked.
I kept trying to get the bosses attention to have her explain what I did wrong with my box, but the dream kept changing. We passed some boxed toys and I admired the craftsmanship. Part of my brain screamed the toys couldn't exist yet, but I shrugged it off to continue the dream.
Higher on the shelf were a couple knickknacks belonging to the boss. We passed them by and she told me the factory was being shut down and she was moving with her family.
Angrily, I grabbed the knickknacks and held them close to my chest.

I went outside to try to wait for her and a kid in a nearby car was crying for her grandmother. I never saw the boss again until much later.

The dream zoomed by, showing my life after her. My dream turned me into a man lol and I joined the military. I saw battle often and trained many soldiers but one day I received a letter about my old boss. She was very sick. I rushed to her side on some remote and frozen island. I found myself in a bar. My old boss was in a long peasants gown, filling orders. She didn't look very well though. In a corner sat her husband. He exchanged words with me and it was unfriendly, but I no longer recall the specifics.

The dream then changed completely and the guys in the bar were my partners in crime. We were planning some sort of rebellion or revolution. Two of the men started fighting with each other and while a black partner passed behind one of them holding up a chair, he was shot through the chair in his eye. He didn't die though. Everyone wanted to flee the scene but I told them we had to take responsibility and explain what had happened.
Cops came, we explained and THEN we fled lol
Then I woke up.

I've been exhausted lately, so I took a 2 hour nap. I'm about to go to Wally World and buy some caffeine pills! I LOVE my dreams, but I can't sleep my life away for them lol
I have no idea why I had those dreams, though certain parts were inspired by watching What Would You Do before falling asleep (the parts about being gay [in the military] and the screaming kid).
The factory bit was inspired by watching a Charlie Chaplin movie "Modern Times" last night.
But why my brain threw it all together in that fashion is a humorous mystery

I dreamed I was a factory worker, making boxes. My box kept falling apart at the bottom, and we rounded them using ice lol so the inside kept getting soggy.
The dream occurred before the first or second world war.

At some point, I ran away with the female factory boss. We were in love, but it wasn't affectionate. Neither was it "cold". We were just "proper" ladies. I'm not sure when that part of the dream happened, because I barely remember it.

Back at the factory, she exchanged lifts so I could have a smaller surface to work on. I placed my hand on her back momentarily as we walked, but that's all. I was afraid of putting her in a bad spot because she was the boss AND a woman.
There was a paper bag on the floor next to one of the moved lifts. I looked inside and it contained a couple photos and some other odds and ends I've forgotten. I asked if it belonged to this one young man whose lift had been moved. It was his and he took it and I was taken aback by how sad and lost he looked.
I kept trying to get the bosses attention to have her explain what I did wrong with my box, but the dream kept changing. We passed some boxed toys and I admired the craftsmanship. Part of my brain screamed the toys couldn't exist yet, but I shrugged it off to continue the dream.
Higher on the shelf were a couple knickknacks belonging to the boss. We passed them by and she told me the factory was being shut down and she was moving with her family.
Angrily, I grabbed the knickknacks and held them close to my chest.

I went outside to try to wait for her and a kid in a nearby car was crying for her grandmother. I never saw the boss again until much later.

The dream zoomed by, showing my life after her. My dream turned me into a man lol and I joined the military. I saw battle often and trained many soldiers but one day I received a letter about my old boss. She was very sick. I rushed to her side on some remote and frozen island. I found myself in a bar. My old boss was in a long peasants gown, filling orders. She didn't look very well though. In a corner sat her husband. He exchanged words with me and it was unfriendly, but I no longer recall the specifics.

The dream then changed completely and the guys in the bar were my partners in crime. We were planning some sort of rebellion or revolution. Two of the men started fighting with each other and while a black partner passed behind one of them holding up a chair, he was shot through the chair in his eye. He didn't die though. Everyone wanted to flee the scene but I told them we had to take responsibility and explain what had happened.
Cops came, we explained and THEN we fled lol
Then I woke up.

I've been exhausted lately, so I took a 2 hour nap. I'm about to go to Wally World and buy some caffeine pills! I LOVE my dreams, but I can't sleep my life away for them lol
I have no idea why I had those dreams, though certain parts were inspired by watching What Would You Do before falling asleep (the parts about being gay [in the military] and the screaming kid).
The factory bit was inspired by watching a Charlie Chaplin movie "Modern Times" last night.
But why my brain threw it all together in that fashion is a humorous mystery

In waking life yesterday I hiked a few miles near Kennesaw Mountain. My legs are shot. This made me dream a fragment about some kind of troopers. It was basically G.I. Joe guys; nothing really happened with them though.

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I was with a black lady. I never saw her face. I saw her ass. It had weird designs that didn't look that nice, but I wanted to touch her anyway.

I turned my face, not because I didn't want to see it, but some how this was to ask permission. As I brought my hand down slowly, she pulled my hand down and I squeezed her ass. I was happy.

I looked up and now she was on her back and she was Chinese, though again, I never saw her face. I saw her waste. My hand was in her hair.

The End

I seem to have pretty good luck in my dreams.

Non-Dream Non-Lucid Lucid

I was in the big sort of moder/futuristic complex that was like a fancy college, and we were in a room that looked out over a man-made lake with some fencing on the other side. Tons of people started to amass at the fencing, and started coming towards the complex. Some people started running saying that thousands of English civilians had started to invade Scotland, apprently for their independence, but I stood and fought. I was in the same room with a friend and someone else I didn't know. The door burst open and an Englishman came through. I grabbed his foot as he tried to kick and my friend punched him in the face. But he managed to fight my friend off, and he attacked me, knocking me to the ground. He punched me, and then punched me again, and everything went black. I'm not sure if I woke up then, or a little bit later.

Dream Lucid Partially lucid

March 4, 2011: I had a sort of successful WILD, but the lucid dreams were unstable. I entered a dream and ended up on the floor with N. We made out some and maybe had sex.
I woke up and entered another lucid dream. I was in church and I had sex with several people there.
I tried to go back to "Sahn" (a place I visited in a previous dream) by going out the back door. Outside, I called out for Sheila. I remembered to try using emotion to summon her, so I fell to the ground and pretended to cry. I rolled over onto my back and felt the dream start to fade. I yelled "Don't wake up!" but it was too late and I woke up.

I've known for years that I have a crush on my psychiatrist. It's only normal when he's the ONLY person in real life I have to REALLY talk to. I even told him at one point because I was holding back info in fear of making a bad impression. I told him that too.
But some things, I definitely keep to myself
Like last night's dream.

In the dream, at some point, we were kissing. He was a sloppy kisser but I still enjoyed it. Then we were lounging on a bed. That's what I enjoy most about these dreams- the physical closeness. At various times, I had my head on his shoulder, his chest, his lap. At one point, I was near his feet and had the crook of my arm around them. I asked myself why I wasn't grossed out (feet tend to be dirty and smelly so I avoid them IRL). I was just soaking up the affection.

Then he gave me an engagement and wedding ring and we ran away to India. He's from Egypt and that's where we were *supposed* to go before the dream decided to change things. I started getting cold feet, thinking of my hubby and children. He said he could drop me off at Paris and send me home, but he'd need his rings back. I decided I didn't want to go home
The airplane trip was long and exhausting and the airport was insane. There were people with guns everywhere (not literally, only about 3 but it felt like more). We became separated, and I needed a key card to get to the room. I couldn't remember the room number (our hotel was part of the airport as it usually is in airport dreams). I talked to someone and he asked me lots of questions to verify who I was. I couldn't remember where we were or where we came from. I couldn't remember my doctor's name, though I eventually did I couldn't remember how to spell it. I asked them to just call him and verify everything. Someone eventually took pity on me and did.
But then I couldn't find the room. It was either 3 floors up or down and I kept getting turned around. I was worried because everything important to me was in the room- my money, my DSi, my iPad, clothes, doctor lol etc.
Then I remembered that my mom and her friend were showing up. I was annoyed because no one was supposed to be there with us.
Mom's friend asked if I was in love with my Dr. and I couldn't answer her.

Then the airport became a hospital and I was still lost. Some madman was shooting up the place, hunting others down, but I walked right passed him, mostly unconcerned until he was out of sight. I asked someone where I could go for food, but the directions were too complicated.
"Alert Zone One" "Alert Zone One"

Then I woke up to the stupid perimeter alarm going off. It was around 5:30AM and I was ticked off to have been woken from my dream lol
I went back to sleep until 11, but I don't remember those dreams.

>> Interpretation:
I have a crush on my pdoc lol. I'm starved for affection. But I'm married with children and he's my pdoc, so nothing will ever come of it- which is why there were so many interruptions and interferences.
Am I in love with my pdoc? No. I've never been "in love" with anyone, though I thought I have been a few times. I LOVE deeply, though. I do love my pdoc, but I understand WHY.
As for the airport- I dreamed about that because I'm out of meds and my pdoc is out of town this week on a conference. He always flies.
I don't know why I dreamed of the hospital or the shooters.
I frequently get lost in dreams. I have no sense of direction IRL and in my dreams it's always much worse lol. It's a normal recurring theme though.
I woke up starving, so that's why I dreamed of wanting food.

Wow, been a while since I've posted! Definitely still dreaming, even had a few lucid dreams. Just haven't posted here. :/ BUT my recall is improving wonderfully from where I've been working on it, so now that I'm having longer dreams I thought I'd post them here.

Also, something that's really been helping is the method of loci. I have over 80 things in my memory palace, including a few things for dreaming. I'm excited to try out some more dreaming ideas with it!

Also, I'm learning Esperanto, and the last dream I had involved it. XD I love languages in dreams.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

04.04.2011

Park Sale (Non-lucid)

A group of people and I are sitting inside somewhere listening to a woman being abused next door, and for some reason we're unable to try to do anything to stop it. We're trying to be quiet so they don't know we're there when my old school friend's little sister starts crying. I rush over to console her, but then suddenly I think I'm outside. Another girl is crying and I hurry to grab her.

Note: The abuse thing makes sense for some things in my RL.

I'm in a park and I clutch three dolls in my arms. I think that the smallest one is strangely silent, but then remember that she had some condition that made it so she didn't speak. There are people with their children on swings and such. There's a merry-go-round.

I think I jog at some point and make pregnancy breathing noises, and a woman hears and is amused. Next I'm in this area where people apparently normally read (it's one of those shelter places in parks that people can reserve), but now someone tells me they're setting up for some kind of sale (I forget what kind).

I think I fly before or after this point because I remember almost flying into a few things. A woman hands me a little box and tells me to make sure the time is set. I take the small (glass?) object out of a box and set it on the table. It says it's seven minutes until starting time.

- I say something about the girls and someone gives them a bit of a strange look. Holly (girl from old school)? I think she was the person on the other side of the table from me.

Caterpillar Parasite (Non-lucid)

I'm at a party or something. At the table beside mine is a glass jar of liquid (I think I briefly remember that it looks like my grandma's green bean jars) and it has stuff in it. I take it, open it and and am about to fish something out with a hooked utensil* when the girl who as sitting with the jar tells me not to put such a thing in there.

-* It feels like I did the same thing in the dream, but with a different object.

One thing leads to another and I end up throwing the liquid on her. Then apparently someone is sent to take care of the situation. I tell the girl at my table fake innocently that it was an accident. I think in my head what I'm going to say when the person gets here.

While waiting, I suddenly feel something on my back through my overalls (from RL that I'm wearing) bother me. I ask the girl to take a look.

...It's a caterpillar. The girls turns into a doctor women trying to get it out, but it slips back in. I can feel it moving around and shiver, grossed out.

- In a later scene, me and the girl I threw the liquid on(?) are walkng by the water, 'both' of us recovered and apparently had made up.

- In the end, there was a scene of a midget woman in her house, weak from some illness. A midget man comes to see her. She was sleeping on the couch. He helps her stand and walk.

Cocoa Song (Non-lucid)

I'm in the back of aunt 1's car and have really got to pee. A song is distantly playing and I only realize when I'm inside that it was my iPod. A boy is there and says that he likes it. I say it's _ by _ ('Cocoa' was one of the blanks, the other word was short).

I clean some sunglasses (one was my sister's?) and take them out to aunt 1.

- Was aunt 1's boyfriend in the car? I think my sister might have been in the dream somehow.

Note: The reason I had to pee so bad in this dream was because before this dream, I woke with a nosebleed. I went to the bathroom to get tissue and realized I had to go, but I was too tired to care and went back to sleep.


眉毛 (Non-lucid)

Skyward view of a 'map'. Flags are drawn on it (I think it reminds me of Hetalia). At one point I see eyebrows and think of England. Another time flags are along a coast, and one reminds me of England's flag- but I already saw the eyebrows so I think that these 'must just be states' (or other nations?).

- Scene of me spitting plain noodles into a white trash can, only to realize it has dad's stuff in it. I tell him (he's sitting nearby) and he's all, well, dad-like in his reaction. XD I think to myself that at least it was mostly on the one side, shouldn't be too hard to get it out.

If any one has seen the new predator movie, don't read the first part. Anyway, here is my secound entry and i'm proud to say i'm good at useing dream powers. Now all I have to work on is controling the dream it's self.

This dream kept on reacurring three times before I got it right. I was falling out of the sky. I always have a diffrent body, but I was a girl(Again) with long burnett hair and glasses. My eyes stayed open, catching in the scenere. I was darting out of sky to a ocean and a tall cliff was near by. The wind pushed past me, the scenere not changing or moveing. This was my third time doing this!
A back pack was attacthed to me, to get a better look I went into third person point of view. It was the parechute from the predator movie."This is the third time and I don't whant to die." A voice said to me.
I looked over to see a white dog talking to me. Looking down, I saw the cliff and the ocean coming closer. In panick I push the red button on my chest.
Instead of a pareichute, a circular yellow life raft shot out of the button."How is this supposed to help!" I yelled.
Out of nowhere, I start to make a u-turn back up to the sky. The life raft was gone and also the dog. It felt strange to fly, the whole intire thing felt like a movie.
Three girls apered by my side, they were flying right beside my. We past over the cliff flying into to the sunset. It was like a crappy ending to any movie, but the sun got brighter untill I couldn't see
I was now exiting a bathroom. Looking around, I saw it was a mexican reastruant.
I slowly walk to this cashire, she was a elderly women. Near her was this young man, I assumed he was a waiter because he was wearing a clack suit with a red tie.
At the register their was a old pay phone.(I was still in a girl form, but with a diffrent look. I was seventeen with short brown hair and tan skin) I checked my cloths for any money, figureing out that I was wearing a red dress. Dress plus no pockets equals no money.
"If you want to use the phone my dear," She said to me."You got to work for it."
I thought that was a wired idea. It was my dream! In anger I walked out side to see that I was in a city. I didn't want to waste LD time and thought calling a dc to pick me up was a good idea. I wen't back in,"Fine." I said in defeat.
the room was almost in darkness, if it wasn't for some candels. Looking across the room I see a couple waiting for their food. I walk to the registure.
The Cashire turns to the male waiter. She winked and he came over to her with a empty tray. She noded her head and he looked at me. He had black spiky hair and white pale skin. His face grew in worry, but gave the cashire the tray.
Without saying a word he grabed his hat and jacket from a nearby coat rack. He exited the door, his shift was over.
As the door swung open I saw that it was dark outside. I needed to call someone to pick me up. I turn back to the cashiere, next to her was a tray of food.
I grabed it and wen't to the couple. I gave them their food and they said,"Thank you."
They started to eat forgetting about me. I turn around to see darkness, my eyes were shut.
They flickered open and I saw my room. I was now awake.
That was really wired. I will never foreget this dream event. I flew and made some DC friends. It was strange, the waiter seemed so familiar. I will look for him and dream signs tonight if I become lucid.

The last two nights have both brought dreams of cheaters and cheating again. I can definitely chalk up "Cheating" as a dream sign, though I really wish it wasn't. I don't like having these dreams at all.

Dream 1

I find out that my Man is with some other woman, and that he is spending most of his free time with her. He refuses to take proper precautions in his "dealings" with her, and is overall being really hurtful and selfish, proclaiming that he will continue on doing just whatever the hell he wants with her, neglecting me and the kids in the process. I am overwhelmed and find it hard to cope with taking care of the kids. My 4 year old son ends up playing in a muddy field while I am forced to listen to my Man's groupies, who are all clustered on a bright red fire engine, go and on about how hot he is. He makes me watch a short trailer type movie about him and his new girl. I just ache with the hurt. I tell him how he's heartless and put me at risk.
I am then scolded by some social services type of woman for the lack of care I am giving my son.

Dream 2

An old instructor of mine has come into town after many years (Actually this is based in reality, this person from my past recently contacted me on facebook). He taught me when I was much younger. He is still married to the same woman, whom I don't know so well a part from knowing she is shy and quiet. I'm at my Mom's house, upstairs in her old bedroom before the renovations she did a few years back. I'm just laying around reading a book. He comes into the bedroom and flops on the bed beside me, spewing his usual witty and entertaining banter. After a long time talking, he suddenly makes a pass at me, grabbing me really inappropriately. I am totally confused, but somehow not surprised.

Flash forward to another woman, who, in my dream, looks exactly like Kim Raver from Gray's Anatomy, that he used to teach as well. I know that she used to have a huge crush on him, and I become aware that she feels very competitive towards me, vying for his attentions. She is acting very slutty and suggestive around him. She is sitting with her legs spread eagle, drawing attention to the "damage" to her jeans that apparently my instructor and I were responsible for "all those years ago". She is pleased with herself that she can still fit into the jeans, but I wonder how the hell she can be seen in public with them and not be thrown in jail for indecent exposure. All the areas that are supposed to be covered are very visible through big gaping holes. I notice my instructor is enjoying the show, and I wonder about his wife and where she is.

Some questionable stuff happens against the outside of an old shack, then the dream ends.

There was a giant tank of water sitting right in the middle of my school. Someone said we had to get 2,000 famous people to come or it would never go away. Everybody was making a big list and trying to think of every famous person they knew. I think I said something like, "I know Johnny Depp, I can get him over here..."