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August 27: I was in like in a office that sort of resembled a dentist office, I was being given a tour by a woman tour guide with other kids (like 5 kids) and right off the bat the woman mentions right now we are dreaming but as if she were referring to "you" as if it was personal. there was one guy(kid) in the dentist like seat faced backwards and with a mask for gas to put him into sleep so he could dream. The tour went on and we realized that this tour became a dare game too. so they dared me to play a chord on a piano in the lounge room by a kid who was asleep on a couch behind me. I played a major chord of some sort and the kid asked me to stop.

next dream phase was me walking down my suburban neighborhood street, but houses were like lakehouses that were perched upon hills with nice back patios. and I saw a couple up on one patio

next dream phase i was a kid with kids and the kids had instead of using the word idea they had replaced it with sauce...(weird)

August28:nothing recalled

8/26/2010
This dream has been a reoccurring dream. I am with someone and it is night. We are running fro the police or some sort of authority. We scale fences and run through the neighborhood trying to avoid being caught. We end up getting into a house that is does not have people in it. The owners are on vacation . We begin turning on lights in the house but I notice that the neighbors are out on their deck and can see into the house. I realize that the neighbors will contact the police once they see someone in the house. We get out of the house and begin to run.

The dream was very familiar to me.

I started at first on some sort of ride or something. There were seats, and FR and DA were there. I scowled; I hate them. I was with KA and some others. We sat down in the row in front. I was talking to KA in some "secret language" that was really just talking with a really high pitched voice. But it was so mussy that no one else seemed to understand. I also kept making these high pitched sounds that would lift us off of the ground and let us float.

Somehow I ended up walking at some park. JO was there and he tried to put his arm around me. I pushed him away. Then some random blonde guy came to me and did so. I let him. He was really tall. I hugged his as we walked; I really liked him.

Then we were getting ready to fly or something, and I took his hand in my and twined my fingers around his. The next thing I knew we were in a sort of sling, and I was making my weird high-pitched noises to make us fly.

1. I was in some sort of swamp area with my dad in his boat.

2. I was asleep on the couch when Katy Perry was performing on NBC news. In my dream, I was at my computer and my sister was playing this song on the computer. I said, "Turn that crap off!" then I woke up, only to hear that the song was still playing. I must have sub-consciously heard the song while I was half-sleeping or something.

So, these single sentence entries are nice and all, but I'm worried they're making me complacent when it comes to writing up full entries.

My question, to those who care enough to respond, is what should I do about it?

I was thinking of limiting myself to no more than 5 Triple S's between full entries. Of course, this is assuming that these little bite sized snacks aren't quite cutting it for you gaiz. But if everyone is fine with them, or if some actually prefer these to fully detailed entries, let me know so I can make a more informed decision. Personally, I'm fine with either, but I really want to bring a certain level of quality to this DJ. To do that, I need to know what you, the reader, want from me.

To make this simple (and since I can't make a poll out of this), I'll write a list of possible things you may want to see more/less. Simply pick a number, and comment with that number and an optional elaboration, if it's not too much trouble, that is.

Here we go:

1. These little sizzler things don't leave me feeling full. I'd prefer a real meal from you, word-slave.
2. I like these newfangled single sentence entries. They're short, sweet, and still have enough flavorful detail to keep me coming back.
3. Give me both, in equal helpings. Or else.
4. Moar Bonus Entries of Doom, please. I need them to better construct my personality profile of you, so that when I kill you, and wear your skin, no one will notice a change in your behavior and become suspicious.
5. Those multi-dream entries have some pretty cool stories, bro. Why don't you do more of those, instead?
6. I have another opinion which I will now explain to you:

I wanted to go outside, but not alone. I took my brother and sister with me. It was a big park with a path leading into the distance and great big trees with lots of shade. I climbed up the massive roots of one of the trees and onto a sort of moutain some meters above the ground. I looked around, then this gang of men showed up. They were talking to me and taking photos. I got real scared cause I thought they were going to attack me, then my brother came up and took me back inside. Along the way they kept following us and I kept my head down. On the path there were like these stingrays all lined up and breathing, staring at the sky and us as we walked by. They looked a bit more dinosaur like and had spikes too and they were all over the place. My brother took me inside. (and thats all I remember)

27.08.2010

Classes are over (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Thursday night... cards night... little sleep! Two fragments.

First:

- Classes were over for summer.
- Three classrooms.
- One of the classes emptied.
- There was one class that I just needed to know how to read to pass it.
- That class had wooden furniture.
- One class taught philosophy.
- Wanted to use fireworks to celebrate something, I think the 4th of July.

Missed Dream Signs:
- The fact I was going to class. I do not go to school.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Head for the ToTM

27.08.2010

Wet Project (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Thursday night... cards night... little sleep! Two fragments.

First:

- It was cloudy and rainy.
- The floor was wet and I was running, like to class.
- Needed to be the first one.
- I saw several female DC holding a big project. It was getting all wet.
- I helped them and ran to class.
- I had a project on my own too.

Missed Dream Signs:
- The fact I was going to class. I do not go to school.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Head for the ToTM

I remember being in our school's gym. Ken and I had made some sort of roller coaster, built into the bleachers.
A girl that I know came up to us and asked if she could ride. We told her it was five dollars. She handed the bill to me, and got in the coaster car. We started it. After it had gotten to the last bleacher, it stopped and she got out. Then she vomited. And again, and again..
"Thanks for nothing!" She yelled at us, and walked away barfing. l0l. It was so weird.

On the first "day" of my dream, my school caught on fire. It was badly damaged, and everyone rushed out of the school.
The next "day", I remember riding in my mom's car to school. I kept telling her how stupid it was that we were not out of school that day. As we arrived, I looked at the school. Everything seemed to be back to normal, I only saw a few blackened smears. I rode around back and can't recall what happened from there. Then I remember being in our library. There was a deep pond in the middle. I don't know what was in there, but it may have been piranhas. I remember throwing these clear balls full of water as fish food. It was weird.

Today was a little better than yesterday.

1. I've received a message from Mr. Rogers, my old band director, in response to my (irl) request that he tell his students that my saxophone is for sale. He doesn't really answer the request at all, but just says something to the effect of "you need to come and visit more often."
I woke up and was thinking about selling the saxophone and for a second thought this had actually happened.

2. I've found one of my white pairs of shorts, somewhere around the house where it doesn't belong, and I wonder how it got here, and frustratedly take it.


That's all for today. Though I was lazy, and fell asleep about 3 times after my alarm went off and had various dreams which I've forgotten all about.

John Ritter and his Cronies

My inner world gets invaded by assholes, they infect Asuka with dark energy. They are being led by John Ritter? WTF. They turn me into a child and say that John is my father and will take good care of me. Um ok.

I have a FA and Asuka is a ghost over my bed with black crap coming from her mouth. I can't move and I'm paralyzed.

I will hunt you down one by one.

I catch up with the cronies in another dream. They keep telling me There's nothing i can do to get Asuka back. I say you guys are tough while together but mark my words. I will find each one of you alone and rip you to shreds... one by one. They blast me through a portal and laugh.

Taking one down

Data creates an invisible bomb and gives it to me. He says I should be a bird when going into one of the person's inner world or they will know it's me. I turn into a raven and go through a portal into the person's inner world. There's a few people there watching a TV So I fly into their apartment and go to the main lounge chair. I manifest human arms and read a newspaper to blend in a bit. I then find someone and implant the bomb inside them. I wait for a while and fly out waiting for an explosion but nothing happens. Data tells me he didn't make it properly.... Shit.

HH

Someone keeps feeding me HH messages saying that Asuka has no need for me anymore.

I sadly do not remember much of my dream, I do remember that it was from the perspective of two people at the same time, which was very strange, and that both were in some kind of desolate place along with some other people. All of us had gas masks on and were preparing for some kind of assault by piling up bricks and other debris. I/We (The two people I was seeing through) turn around and suddenly we now have a small abandoned house, now surrounded with a low wall of debris. We take cover inside and board the door shut. The group realizes too late that one of the pair I was seeing through is still outside and my vision switches to just that person. Suffice to say I woke up rather quickly when a group of mutated animals started tearing me apart.

Notes: Once again, I believe I was influenced by the game S.T.A.L.K.E.R.

Lucidity - 1/5
I'm hanging out with Jack and his cousins. Sara's a in a youth group (otherwise known as a Christian-related gathering of teens), and they are holding a karaoke of songs, but the songs should be religious-based, or hymns. Sara reaaaaaally wants me to sing something.

I don't remember how I got in this physical position, but I'm bent over backwards, and I try to whisper, "But I'm an athiest!" This old co-worker of mine, Abby (from McDonalds) is standing there and is giving me this look like, "Oh good one, they all heard that!"

"Did I say that too loud?" I ask.

"Uh, yeah, the group leader heard it," she says. The pastor (a greying, 60-something man) is giving me the awkward eye. Fack!

Anyways, I consider doing something typical like Amazing Grace, but I don't know the words to it (true story). I hear someone else practicing it and thought, "Oh well, I don't want to repeat what someone else is doing, anyways." Then, a beautiful idea strikes me! I'll sing Let It Be, by The Beatles!! Normally I balk at that song being considered religious (because of the whole "Mother Mary" bit. Paul was referring to his own mum, not the religious one), but it's perfect! It's like a double entendre. I'm so happy at my clever idea. So, I submit that song for my piece (I never did get around to actually singing it though).

There's a skip, and Jack and I are going through some hallways, investigating something. We enter a room that is walled with bookshelves. The pastor is sitting in there, reading a book. I suddenly notice that I'm also topless. I start to feel slightly embarrassed about this, until it clicks in my head that if I ever start hanging around in public places without clothing on, there's a good chance I'm dreaming. I look down at Jack, who is laid out on the floor, investigating something under the desk. And he's stark naked. And the pastor is looking at us, like "What the fuck is this?!" I couldn't help laughing at the whole scene, and then my alarm woke me up.

I was at the House of Blues and my boyfriend and I were supposed to be going upstairs to a VIP thing. The room was dark and fairly crowded, but there wasn't anyone watching the VIP entrance.