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I had written down the night before a goal: Have 1 dream that is vividly remembered upon waking up. Write down at least a page on it. This goal was completed.

It all began in Homer. I decided to leave Homer and the restaurant to go traveling. I went south by means of thumb. All the way. I stayed in some kind of monastary, castle, or something in New Mexico. It turned out to be an insane house, which I found out in a lunch room. This kid brought me lunch. We talked, I don't remember what about. Then we escaped. The people were after us! I got hit in the leg by a tranquilizer gun, but stayed awake long enough to get away. We took the tranquilizer dart and began hitch-hiking North. I got a ride, then remember being in Quebec, Canada. I walked around with some others. It was night, and not winter. However, when I woke up, it had became winter. I remember the stores vividly. Each was the same shape, but a different color. However, it was night, and everything was closed. I went and must have slept, but I don't remember where. The next day, I walked through the buildings again, and took a photo of the image. I have a picture drawn, the buildings are storefronts, but all are like houses, the same shape.

The interesting thing about this dream, is I seem to remember it, even now, very vividly, but I don't remember many details. I have a very strong visual memory of this dream. It also makes me think of my father, who was French Canadian, and bipolar. I feel these were strong influences in this dream.

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These fragments are all on a single paper, with no date. I don't remember if there were multiple nights or multiple dreams in one night.

I woke up to me, narrating, "I can't drink, I can't drink, I can't drink". I had woken up very hung-over. I remember some characters. Stephen was there smoking pot. I denied his offer. I remember his pipe. I had a drawing of this on paper. I had just finished a talk with Daryl from The Office, but naked, for some reason. I was sleeping in the nude, which at that time was uncommon. I walked to his office through a department store of sorts, wrapped in a blanket. My green fuzzy one. I only went to have a cord spliced together. This dream was either before or after I spliced the Ethernet cord together from my neighbor running over it with the lawn mower. I wish I could remember his conversation. He was really wise, telling me all the right things.

I was walking out of work, into the mall parking lot. There I saw Halee, she came up and hugged me. She rubbed my back as well. She talked about working with her on a project protecting a plant cell with cancer.

I remember being chased. There was a man trying to get me every time, but I always got away. I was trying to make jello. I was in some office on the upper level, and ran down the stairs. I was a crustation, and when I escaped to the pond, I would evolve.

I was on a road trip with my Mom and sister, somewhere in Europe, perhaps Canada. We started going to the liquor store to get something. It was more than a liquor store, a grocery store. For some reason Naomi couldn't go to the liquor section, she wasn't 21 yet, but I was. Which is interesting, since she is 3 years older than I am. We walked around, deciding on something. There was an isle with all "Chris Dudd" sandalls. I specifically remember the logo saying Chris Dudd. I explained to Mom they were Jesus sandals. We got wine, 3 bottles. Then we left on foot and went on, ending up at some turnaround. There was a nice all-black car there. And lots of bums. I carried my netbook past them all. Probably my fear of getting it stolen, since I had just gotten the netbook.

The past few nights, I've had a few dreams in which famous people appear. Several of them have included musicians that I like plus the inexplicable appearance of Cameron Diaz. I've dreamt about famous people before. Usually I have a dream like this three or four times a year. But for whatever reason, it's happened a lot very recently. I'm not really a fan-boy or a celebrity watcher, and while I enjoy music a lot, I'm not the sort of person to obsess over stars. I guess because it's happened a few times and I've written it down here in my journal, it is on my mind more than usual and so I keep having these dreams. Sort of like a feedback loop. Anyway, I'm explaining that because I dreamt about Jimi Hendrix and about Bob Dylan again last night, and it's a little embarrassing that I keep having celebrities in my dreams. I thought about not recording it here since I'm disappointed in my apparent recent lack of imagination, but that wouldn't be honest, so here it is.


In which I help an elderly Bob Dylan navigate an airport and he asks me to dinner...


I'm at the airport in Austin. An elderly man in a cowboy hat gets off the plane. He appears to be about 90 and he walks with a cane. He is dragging a large suitcase but one of its wheels has broken and he is having difficulty balancing the luggage and his cane. I ask him if I can assist him and he gladly hands over his suitcase. I realize right away that it's a future Bob Dylan.

I help him to the escalator and he asks me about the local music scene. I tell him about a few gigs in town that I know of, but none of it interests him so I start suggesting restaurants instead. He's excited about the mole at Curra's. On our way to the bus stop, we must walk through a kindergarten classroom. The teacher makes us all line up at the door and demands that we wait with "bubbles and duck tails" which is teacher talk for putting air in your mouth and keeping it quiet and for crossing your hands behind your back. I struggle with pulling Bob Dylan's luggage while walking with my hands behind my back.

In the classroom, the kiddos sit at their tables as if they are immigration officials. They require us to color a picture before we can pass. They are impressed with my pencil shading and with Bob Dylan's color scheme. We tack our pictures on their blackboard and walk to the backdoor which exits at the bus stop. Just as we are about to exit, the teacher stops us and asks, "Aren't you Bob Dylan?" He looks embarrassed. I have not acknowledged that I recognize him yet. I jump in and answer, "Don't be silly. This is an old man who happened to sit next to me on the plane, that's all." The teacher and I laugh at how silly it'd be if Bob Dylan was flying coach.

Outside, Bob Dylan gives me his phone number and asks me if I'd like to come to dinner that night. I accept the invitation and feel really cool. But once I get home, I read on the news that a stalker is harassing him and that the authorities are looking for a woman who helped him carry his luggage at the airport. It turns out that the police think that I must have given the stalker his phone number in exchange for some money. I present myself at the police station and explain that I never gave his phone number out to anyone. They believe me, but it takes a few hours and I'm tired afterwards. I decide not to go to the dinner or to call Bob Dylan himself to explain. I figure the best thing to do is just to let it all go. Besides, I'm really tired of driving after flying and then dealing with the police, and I just want to get home.


In which I warn Jimi Hendrix about drugs...


I’m picking cotton and putting what I collect in the apron of my dress. I’m wearing pioneer clothes, including a bonnet and lace-up boots. It’s hot, and I look at the marigolds shining on the roof of my mud house. I wonder if cotton grows on the Great Plains and then realize that I’m in the past. I’ve time-traveled again, I think to myself, but I do not realize that I’m also dreaming. I drop the cotton and walk towards the mud house, looking for the time machine. I find a post hole in the ground before the house, make a wish, and jump in. I decide to attend the Monterrey Pop Festival.

I don’t remember seeing the show. Instead, the dream picks up after the concert. I’m standing in front of the stage, sweaty from dancing all night, when another time traveler approaches me. He asks if I’d like to go backstage with him. I agree, and am delighted to discover that he is buddies with Jimi Hendrix. We all go to a diner afterwards for waffles and coffee. Jimi Hendrix is smoking a lot. He’s wearing a purple feather boa and he tells me he likes my pioneer bonnet. I tell him that I’m a time traveler and that I got so interested in the concert that I did not have time to look for time-appropriate clothes. I then warn him to moderate his drug use.

He laughs and says, “There’s always three or four people at my concerts who claim to be time travelers, and they’re always telling me that.” Everyone at the table laughs.

All text in black was written on paper immediately after awaking, unedited. Orange text was written during the re-recorded post online, and contains assessments, ideas, etc.

I went with the family of the Weeds (the television show) to a small town in Alaska, which I called Homer. However, it was not like Homer, AK at all. It had some big strip-mall thing for tourists, which we stayed in. The first night we wandered around to get pizza. Then when I was in line, this guy behind me with a mustache sorta keep getting as close as possible. Eventually, I shouted at him to give me space, that he was fucking crowding me! Then I asked for pepperoni with jalapeños. I got sausage with jalapeños instead. I added parmesan cheese which came out of the shaker really fast. This is good, I love parmesan cheese. Then I added red chilis. After, I ate it. I don't remember what it tasted like. Next I know, I am in a room Shane Botwin has found, a sort of secret room. He has colored all of the walls with patterns. He is playing calm music. I talk to him. There is at some point a bunch of names on a wall. With numbers next to them. They are friends of mine. I don't remember who, or what numbers. I feel like the numbers could have been an ordering of my friends. Then, somebody shows up and says there is a big party. The mustache guy is there too. I claim that I don't want to go, because I will smell like smoke to my Mom. (Perhaps I was traveling with Shane Botwin from Weeds, and my Mom) Then I decide to go. I go check it out. As I am walking there I see Scott H. I am so excited. I tell him I've got a surprise for him, and run off to wake Lance. Another friend of all of ours, but not previously in this dream. Lance doesn't want to wake, but I get him to and we go to the beach to where I saw Scott. There are all sorts of people from Arcata. I find Ki, I pick him up, and run toward the ocean. Throwing him right to the water's edge. We all gather, and eventually get into the PTJewser. KSO's in the back Scott next to me, Alex driving with Ki shotgun. I remember being so happy. We drive toward the party.

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Somehow I was invited to go to San Francisco at work. A guy named Danny tipped me personally. I worked as a waiter at that time. Sean, my boss, was also invited. We went together, but we couldn't find the 'city'. I believe I meant downtown San Francisco by this. We ended up finding some sort of hippy-fest. There was one guy I KNOW I have seen before. I had a strange sense of seeing this person before, I was confident that outside of dreams I had seen this person, but never met him. I passed buy him. Later he came by and gave me a mesh bag with gems inside it. Sean called it a "sad-bag". This is very in the sense of humor of Sean, but more random. I pocketed it. There is a blank part of my dream, and then I am with Mike S. He is showing my his mushroom bong. I deny his offer to smoke. He claims it makes it less "pink-math" and head-fuckedness.

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It all started out going on a road trip with Jesse! Except it might have been Connor. Either way that changed. I was walking to the car when a girl walked up. She was cute. Had some metal canteens and was going on an adventure. We gave her a ride. Then drove to pick up my friend.
At this point I wrote WAKE, so I must have awoken from the dream, and immediately went back to bed.

Now I am in a classroom. It's Brian? and this girl. I sit behind Brian. I get a haircut the first day. I don't remember much more from that day. The next day everyone in class had haircuts. There was some toy that was on the TV the night before, where people wore it on there head. I had drawn a picture of this toy, it seems completely random. Outside the classroom there was some scattered hair, and this toy was filled with hair, of all colors. I went into the classroom, and announced that I cut my hair the day before. Probably attempting to show that I was not following a trend.

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I remember staying at Stephen's house, but there was no mother. Stephen is my friend, and his Mother has always been a pain in our friendship. A father was there, Carlos. Carlos is a family friend of mine, and a sort of father-figure toward me. This was also in Alaska. I am not sure how the dream began. Toward the end, I was talking to some family who had a brat, trying to get a ride somewhere. I could shave my facial hair. I had shaved my chin, however I didn't like it. Then I was cross-country skiing. Going back home. I remember now that the home I was going to was Stephen's home. Once I got back, Stephen and Carlos were talking. Stephen was giving Carlos candy. Stephen always has good candy in dishes around the house that I ate, perhaps that's the reason his mother never liked me. Carlos and I talked about skiing. Then I tried to find a bathroom. One was blocked by stuff. I found the other one in the home, but it looked nasty. I decided I should go there and right at that moment, I woke up.

I had a dream where I did several reality checks but they all said that I was awake.

I am walking on a country road, there's trees on the sides. I notice some little house on the other side of the road and Barbossa in front of the house, holding a white wooden cross, he's back at me. I think it's best if I don't stop and continue walking. I notice another house on my side of the road and decide to enter it. It's a blank white room I enter with no doors, just two gravestones in front of me. I take a hike immediately after I see them, using the outside door, entering a white hallway I didn't remember. I use another door to exit the house.

I am afraid that Barbossa is going to ambush me when I go out. However, he isn't there. I look at the direction where Barbossa was and see two statues walking at me. You could say they were statues of people that walked zombie-ish way. I happen to have a gun so I shoot one's head off and another's hand off. They keep walking at me, so I blast them to dust.
*Time warp or something, you should be used to these!*

I am at a cemetery with some gravestones and the "zombie-statues". I say: "It's peaceful..." *Statues are closer* "Quiet..." *Statues are even closer* "I think I'm going to like this." Guns go blazing as I shoot at the statues but I soon realise I can't beat them all, so I take a run for it. While I'm running away from them, some bones stick out of the ground in several places and then disappear back to ground. (I could swear it seemed like some kind of skeleton fishes fins or something.) There were loads. I flee the statues to some house, where some guy is and starts helping me. A chair in the house starts flying by itself and I shoot at it, bits of wood go flying around.

Comments:

This is one of the few dreams where I happen to actually fight back against my nightmare creatures. Before I haven't fought against them, but recently I seem to have guns in my dreams so I can fight back. I think it is because of my LD goal to fight back against my nightmares, it has some effect to my normal dreams.

Well, my girlfriend just found my DJ here. So, I will filter some information from now on

I know you are reading it from somewhere, love you ♥ haha

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fell asleep while watching tv... so it was a short nap..
was in a neighborhood it was a tight suburban community where you could basically walk everywhere so i remember seeing this baby walk up to me and my family and i see my grandfather looking at this kid whos like two and talking to it, i know its a relative but i dont know who, but seems to have a bruise on its face so i ask and it answered like "my neighbor taught me not to tell on anyone" then the next thing is that my grandfather is up the street going after the neighbor i assumed he was going to give this neighbor a beating so as i get there i creep around the corner i see him towering over this guy whos on the ground i continue to walk over and i see him he was like ok i wont touch that baby, im standing next to my grandfather so im looking down on him as well, he walks away and i follow but i step over his body and he pushes me. Which makes me think a guy who hits a baby aint going to get away from that from me, he was older than me for a good 20 years but i didnt care i just went and hit him in the face and said you dont deserve to even touch me or be around me i see my grandfather give me an approval... then i awoke...

I dont know why but seems like my past few dreams have been violent... and im not a violent guy but apparently i can tell that my dreams are more clarid..

I'm in a kitchen area, seems like it's part of a shitty little basement suite. I can see cheap linoleum on the floor. There's a laundry machine in a closet....some girl is in this kitchen all of a sudden. I think she might be my new roommate. I leave and come back and she's moved the laundry machine to another place in the kitchen area. She's moved the dryer to be beside the washer, except it's turned a funny way because of the way the machine was built. I'm not thrilled by the changes.

I go to my car, and I start to hear music coming from it. It's that Bryan Adams song - Have you ever really loved a woman. I recognize the beginning of the song and rush to get inside my car to stop it from playing because I'm embarrassed. I go to the trunk of the car, and there's another car inside, but the front of the smaller car is in the trunk of my car. The smaller car is also the tape player somehow. I have to get to the trunk of the smaller car to stop the music, but the trunk of the smaller car is at the front of my car. I start to prepare everything so I can get to the front of the car. I put headphones on a bunch of stuff around the car in preparation.....the scene changes up a bit and I'm getting in my car, except at the same time, I'm coming inside to my garage. A guy runs in and drops off something and runs away. It's a plastic, take-out container, and there are apricots inside. There is a note on top of the container (can't quite remember now what it said), and I realize that the container is a bomb. I throw it to the side and run......

I'm trying to find the guy that left the explosives in my car/garage. I'm on some sort of floating dock that's in an "L" shape. I get to the end and see two girls fishing. They're wrapped head to toe in striped, body size toques. One girl takes off her body toque and she has a bathing suit underneath. She whines that she doesn't want to take off her toque because people are always coming up to her and her friend and telling them how skinny they are.

I think the floating dock image came up because of a water trampoline I saw on America's Funniest Videos the other day. And I think the body size toques are a result of my friend and I emailing each other the most hideous wedding dresses we could find and I found one that was a dress that was basically a body condom. I'd upload the picture here, but I'm on my bf's mac computer and can't seem to get it to upload. I know nothing about macs. :S

The car within a car....I also dreamt about an airplane within an airplane a little while back, so I asked my boyfriend what that could mean, because those are very specific things to happen in a dream. He thinks it has to do with sex and I think I agree.

I just remember some girls leading me upstairs. The building was only two stories, but the stairs actually went up for three, and there was a balcony type thing at the top. We went all the way up and turned back down and headed to the second floor. These girls were holding my hands the entire time. Bye the time we got to this one area, there was only one of them left. We were standing over a table with hamburgers on it, and I think she said something about a ritual or something.

11/27/2010
"You Picked the Wrong House, Bud!"

I was hanging out with Josh. We were in a house that was supposed to be "mine", but it wasn't like the house I live in now. This one was two stories tall, and we were on the second floor. It was night out. We were the only ones in the house but, while we were chillin, I could have sworn I heard my alarm chirp, downstairs, as if someone had opened one of the doors. At first, I didn't say anything about it, and thought I was just hearing things. It wasn't until we actually had to go downstairs for something, that I remembered the chirp and actually began to take it seriously.

Before leaving my room, I grabbed one of my knives. On the way down the stairs, Josh asked me why I had it, and I quietly told him that I thought I'd heard something. We crept through the living room quietly, and I looked in all the corners and behind all the objects I could. Nothing. By this time, I had reverted back to thinking it had just been my imagination. There was only one other possible hiding spot; around a corner and down a short corridor, to the other bedroom. The corridor was dark, but I was just going to peek around the corner, pretty sure that we were the only ones here.

I had let my guard down at the wrong time, though. As soon as I peeked around the corner, a shadowy figure was standing directly in front of me, pressed up against the wall, in hiding. I was completely caught by surprise. I swung the knife around, toward his chest, and he actually caught my arm by the wrist, using his other hand and immediately wrenching the knife out of my grip. Now he had the knife. Instinctively, I grabbed him in a hold, securing his knife hand with one of my own, to keep it away from me. Wrestling each other back into the living room, we struggled for control of the knife, at first. Then, I was able to take the guy to the ground and just began pummeling him in the face, with my free hand. (A lesson I've learned is that, when a weapon is involved, you always go for the attacker, and not the weapon.) Once the man was dazed, he dropped the knife, and I just started dropping bombs with both fists. Everything happened so fast that Josh just kind of stood back. While I was annihilating this guy, with punch after punch, I think Josh came by and picked up the knife, seeing that I had things under control. I don't remember much of that situation, other than leaving the guy on the ground with probably every bone in his face broken. He turned out to be just some random guy that broke into my house. Never got around to finding out whether he was just a crook or what.

The next day, Josh and I were at work, and we were talking about what had happened. I was dramatically retelling some co-workers about it, and just when I got to the part where I was raining down punches on the guy, Josh butted in and said something like "yeah, and Greg beat his ass", kind of dismissing any sort of dramatic tension I was building. I don't think he did it to be a dick, but it just came out that way.

Afterward, I remember telling him something about sticking to letting me tell the stories, from now on.

I had vague dream about fixing circuit boards(currently learning), woke up and tried to go into a lucid dream state by repeating, "I will have a lucid dream... I will remember my dream" The strange thing is that I ended up dreaming about trying to lucid dream, where I kept repeating those lines. The dream was set in my room, it was identical to reality to the extent that I could not tell the difference. I tried to go to sleep in the dream and even tried sleeping on the floor to see if it would help. It was only until I noticed that the sun had risen did I eventually wake up a again around about 1:00am ...

Went back to sleep...

...I was holding a painting it was of a pathway. I then stepped into the painting everything is coloured in pastels, I decide to follow a line of bricks on the path, eventually I come across either a person or a statue, its a women sitting on something like a suitcase, looking up at the sky...

...I am now in a room painting some small square ceramic dish, I heard the voice of my mother saying "______ come and see this", an old lady came into the room I thought I knew her from somewhere almost as if she were family. She gave me £20 and said it was a gift, "No, I cant accept your money" I said. "then buy something with it, and sell it at a more expensive price during Christmas", took the money anyway just to keep her happy. Went out an bought something, came back with a few women around me(no I didn't buy them), I seem to know them. I came back with what can only be described as a bouquet of grapes, different kinds wrapped up in green plastic. I noticed someone is missing, "where's _____ ?" Then got a reply from one saying she didn't know and didn't care. There were some strange looking grapes in that bouquet, I wanted to try them, in appearance they were large, round, translucent green with a yellow spot fading into the green. Took a bite of one but noticed a bright orange spider, I dropped them, the spider escaped and the dog ate the grapes... Woke up again, quickly wrote down my dreams then went back to sleep...

...walking along a wooded path along a riverside but the river is about 5m down a banking. The trees are very big, they are fir trees, I hear someone speaking like a tour is being given cant remember what he says, later I dream of the same place. This time all the trees are cut down and there are big trenches cut into the ground....

...I was going overseas to visit family, remember being in some airport meeting some friend. There is a dinning place where I stop to have a snack... I'm driving and end up in somewhere familiar.