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August 19:I recalled a few slight things I was hanging with alec and alex vincent at my house, they were discussing music and alec went on a rant on how hip hop sucked then looked at me and said ohh sorry. (I like hip hop, but only underground hip hop)

fact: *alex vincent doesnt like alec so i dont know why he'd be here at my house in my family room seeing i dont know him too much.

August 20: No
august 21: No
august 22: No

August 23: remebered being in a hollywood setting and seeing a batman actor dating someone new. they both wore batman masks around though.

It's a dream that does make sense or at least I lost a understanding of it when I woke up.
So, I'll list whatever the heck happened. School, folder.. Sister, and father buying me a nice headphone amplifier, I saw Ray Charles perform, and I was besides the piano with him!! That is all....3

I'm walking around outside. I'm in a small town that somewhat resembles the one that I am currently living in.

I am approaching a beach. There are some kids, they look like they're in highschool. They're all sitting on the beach by the sidewalk. I walk over to them and stare at the ocean. They start talking about whether or not anyone's swam in the ocean. I start talking about how I grew up a few blocks from the ocean and how I miss it. They all simply stare at me.

I turn around and start walking to a school. I'm going to go to my orientation. I see Liz and she says to come inside because there are cat patches I should see. There are a few cloth patches with images of cats printed on them that say cute things. Reminiscent of lolcats. When the woman who works there isn't looking she unlocks the case and takes out a big handful of them.

We go outside. There are airplanes flying above, it's really loud. It begins dropping things that explode when they hit the ground. I realize it's dropping bombs. They seem to be heat guided because when they drop they dodge around aiming for us. I think I screamed at one point, grabbing people and pulling them down or pushing them over so they didn't get hit. I ran inside of the school where a woman was making an announcement that everyone should evacuate the building because there was a fire danger. I grabbed the microphone and said that everyone should stay in side, that we were getting bombed outside. The woman got angry with me and told me there was no way that we were getting bombed.

Dream changes somewhat, later. I am in a house that is reminiscent of my house yet not quite the same. My room has these wooden french doors, I went to open them and they simply came off the hinges. I think my mother was there. She was lecturing me on how to keep things from breaking. I went to open my laptop and the screen completely came off. When I went to reattach it, everything began vibrating, buzzing and shaking. I could feel electric shocks running through my body, causing me a lot of pain. I screamed.

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

It was mid-day and I was in a small dark-lit room, sitting in front of the computer. This computer was around 20" large, and was black, but the screen was on, and this was the only time a computer's ever worked in my dreams.

I was on a very popular art site that had a dark gray background and a black strip in the middle, where posts are made. I had put a piece of my artwork up a few days earlier; it was of the style I actually draw with, as you can see below. It didn't look exactly like it, but the style was extremely similar.

The only difference is that the dragon I posted online had more little details, and white circles bordered by black around the face.

I was going back on the site and refreshed the page. Although most of the text was illegible, the page worked normally. I scrolled down to where my entry was, and I looked at it briefly. I then scrolled some more and found a piece almost exactly like mine, with slightly wobblier lines and even more circles and details. It looked like a very obvious rip-off. I squinted slightly and looked underneath the submission, and read "Justin Beiber".

The little jerk, I thought.

I immediately put my mouse over his name, which became underlined and highlighted in baby blue. Clicking on it brought me to a page with a white text box, most likely to submit a comment. I began to type, being cautious not to sound too nasty, although I was steaming that some famous person would put their reputation on the line like that.

I typed, "I need to speak to you about your latest submission" before the dream ended.

I forgot about the dream for almost half a day before suddenly remembering it, and so I made sure to type it down as soon as I could.

I am entering a very fancy gym. As I walk through the door, my cat Blackie runs through the door ahead of me. I tell him to come back but he takes no notice and runs through the locker room.

I have just finished running on a treadmill and go to the lockers to get my stuff. A woman with black hair is at the locker next to mine. I ask her is she is going to shower and she says yes. I decide I should also go and shower and am looking in my locker for my scrunchy to tie my hair back with and cannot find it. I see a trash basket next to me and start rummaging through it to find my scrunchy. I find one but it is not mine and it is very dirty. I am disgusted and throw it back in the trash basket.

My sister calls me from England to tell me that my cousin Gerry has broken her arm but it is Wednesday and the hospital is closed until Sunday and therefore she cannot be treated. I tell her that this is terrible and would never happen in the USA.

I am then with my sister under an awning by the water. Her husband is with her and we are talking about picking up our parents and taking them to dinner. She says she was not expecting them to be coming and has asked someone else to join us instead.

I am at a relatives house and they have three small children. I offer to go and get them up from a nap and am changing the baby when someone comes in the room and says happy Independence Day. I am then in a room where a dinner is about to take place. I notice that a man I don't like is seated in the chair next to where I will be sitting. I am very unhappy about the seating arrrangements.

I am with Johnny and Andrew. We are watching as Jenny drives over a drawbridge and stops suddenly. I run over to see that she has hurt her head quite badly and it is red and bloody. I am very upset about it. We are supposed to be going to a hotel bar for drinks. Andrew says that he will take us to the hotel.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

My recall still isn't what I'd like it to be lately.

I've had a few dreams that I've had vague recall of that weren't worth recording. They were kind of pointless dreams where I was sat at my computer writing code.

Anyway, something to record after a few recall-less days:

I was at the post office. It was totally different, perhaps another post office than the one I usually visit. I was at the counter, and an unfamiliar blonde woman was serving me. She was very pretty but was wearing a overtly bright pink jacket. I noticed that her nose was slightly big/convex - typically an unattractive feature in a woman -- but found her really hot regardless.

She tried to overcharge me! What a bitch, I thought. I argued that I knew that she wasn't charging me the right amount, but she was insistent that I pay. I paid and said I'd be back to get her fired.

Dodgeballs
I had left a bunch of dodgeballs near park street and I finally decided it was time to go attempt to collect them. It had been several weeks if not months since I had left them there, and I wasn't sure I would find anything. When I got there, I found a few right away with numbers written on them in black sharpie. I remember the number 21 distinctly being on one of them, because I only had 12 and it was odd that someone would have put larger number on them. Most of them were orange, even though I knew the set had many different colors. It was overcast and the ground was wet with a couple of puddles here and there. Most of the balls were sitting in the gutter by the side of the road. I got a couple of people to help me gather the dodgeballs and chuck them down into the subway so that I could bring them home, but I didn't remember to bring a bag for them all.

I remember seeing some other types of balls rolling around and being kicked near the same subway, not sure if it was before or after the dodgeball gathering. One of them was a blue rubber ball, which is only significant because I told myself the other night that I was gonna do the August simple task of finding something in each of the primary colors, and settled on a yellow rubber duckie, a red rose, and a blue ball. Don't know if it counts since I was very far from lucid.

Tits

I don't usually have sexy dreams at all. I can't really string together a narrative for this, although I know there was one at the time. There was a guy with very soft, fuzzy curly hair in spikes all over his head, like someone had molded a natural, blond fro into this:
He had a younger friend or male relative tagging along, somewhere in the 16-18 year old range. They peeked into a room and there was some chick there that was clearly trying to get into the older one's pants. Somewhere around her I wound up with a body. There was a pretty brown haired girl lounging on the floor in a purple-ish dress. I hit on her half-jokingly and she smiled and flashed her vag, but someone dragged me out of the room and closed the door.

I wound up in another room alone with a different woman who was desperately trying to makeout with me, but her breasts were seriously bigger than my torso and she couldn't reach. Fortunately she was clothed.

19.08.2010

Waking in a hospital (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am not in this dream, it is like i am watching a movie.

The dream begins with this woman waking up on a hospital bed. She is wearing a red top (i can't remember what kind of clothing it was, but it was red) and black jeans. Her hair is brunette (dark) and is long up to her shoulders. Her hand had nasty wounds on them, they were red but not bleeding. She slowly got off the hospital bed to find a doctor. She eventually bumped into a male doctor, she asked the doctor where she could get help. The doctor told the woman to go to an artist in the hospital to get a portrait done of her (i have no idea why), so she walked off in search of this artist in the hospital. She eventually found the artist in this hospital in this dark room, the artist was drawing a picture when she appeared at the entrance to his room. The part around here gets hazy, but i remember the girl inflating into a ball and the top of her was stuck in the entrance of the room. Then the artist started to draw a picture of her in the inflated state.

I am standing in an outdoor area that is a mix of old western and country fair. As I look around I see a long line of people that are waiting to order food at a hot dog and burger stand. The day is warm and it is sunny with blue skies. As I look down the way I see Jill from Church I am not sure if she sees me as she continues to walk. I am up at the front of the line and while I am getting ready to place my order Stephen King shows up beside me. The person taking orders starts up a conversation with him and at first I am a little annoyed because I want to order my food. I then start listening in on their conversation. At the time I knew what he was saying but now as I write this I forget. The conversation had something to do about politics. As I walk away from the stand I see Mary coming out of the general store. She asks about seeing Stephen King and some other stuff I don’t remember. The dream fades ……… there may have been more.

There was a girl. She was leading me around these white circular hallways, she needed me for something. She was teaching me how to increase my abilities somehow. I progressed into a few different circular hallways.

(At this point I woke up and wrote the former down and went back to sleep.)

I was a crazed serial killer describing the different ways in which I extinguish the life force of my victims, I was fanatical, waving my arms around in a very enthusiastic way toward other figures. I was back in the white circular rooms and down one of the hallways was a large cell with no floor (imagine birds at a zoo). It was different now though, now I was being led by these people, somehow I had been caught and was now being sentenced, I remember a bald man with blood on his face and a chain around his neck, he was one of my victims. So they led me to this cell and I was suspended in the air, I stood there and watched my audience.

I was trying to scare them, I was going off again about what I do to my victims, waving my arms and making a spectacle out of it, trying to intimidate them. The girl comes in and she seems not afraid of me, she's suspended in air across from me. She starts mocking me playfully, as if to suggest to the spectators that I am actually harmless and do have a soul. She says these things and gets closer to me and we start playfully fighting and laughing.

She proved to them I was a caring and compassionate person, although somehow it didn't matter to the people outside the cell. It was a moment for the two of us to share. Even though I was condemned this could not stop our love.

Wow...I really don't know why that WILD didn't work. Everything was set up right, I woke up to the alarm and did a WBTB that felt like exactly the right amount of time, and then I went through the WILD just as I had when it succeeded last...only this time, rather than envelope me and pull me into the dream, all the HI and sensations and all that just faded away all of a sudden. I tried just shifting positions and then going back through the process, but that still didn't work. After an hour or so of trying I just decided to get some sleep and not worry about the dream...but it was really strange that it didn't work that time, seeing as everything was in place.

However, I do recall one normal dream from last night, and in the spirit of maintaining good recall, I'll write it here.

My brother-in-law and I were assigned to run the projectors in a theater for the re-release of Avatar. Not all was normal, though...the projectors were two trucks, and we were using computers, not film, as the source media, not to mention we were stationed close up to the screen, off to the left, rather than from the very back in our own little projector room.

About half-way through the movie, both computers froze up. We couldn't get them to do anything. My brother-in-law went to look for help from someone in the theater building, and I went to look for help by driving around outside. This actually was the majority of the dream; me just driving around, looking for help, when the traffic was absolutely insane. No one followed the road rules, and when there was construction on the road, sometimes the road would be closed and I'd offroad to go around it, only to look back and see that the road had been opened the whole time! It was the most frustrating drive ever...eventually I had to give up and head back, only I couldn't find a freaking parking spot! Someone had taken mine while I was out...and of course for the re-release of Avatar, the lot was full anyway. I ended up taking down a 'No Parking: Fire Lane' sign and parking there ()

On my way back inside, I ran into several people that I know. I don't remember what all they asked me about--just random things about real life--but I tried to answer fast and get back inside.

I got back in to discover that the computers still weren't fixed, and no one was able to help us fix it. The audience was starting to get angry, so we went at the computers ourselves this time...by opening up the hoods of the trucks and messing around with the engines.

I don't remember ever actually getting the darned things fixed, but oh well. I won't have to run any more theater projectors any time soon

I woke up at 2:30 and tried to wild. I don't think i really wilded, since i fell asleep, but then in my dream i woke up in my bed, did a RC, since ive been doing them whenever i get out of bed, and found i was lucid.

This lucid lasted maybe 10 seconds. Right when i realized it, it started breaking down, so i rubbed my hands together. It didn't work and everything went black. So then i tried to relax and do a DEILD, since i figured i would wake up. But i just fell into another dream eventually and lost my lucidity. Oh well.

The first thing i remember was that an old friend from middle school was having a birthday party at his house. I showed up and the house was already packed with people, some of them i knew, some i didnt know. I said hi to to my friend then he showed me some gross ass pictures of himself nude on his computer. (wtf) After being tramatized i went back to the party danced around for a little bit, then my school dean made an ancoment that it was time for pizza. I was the third person out there and he also announced this. I ate three large slices then returned inside. i decided i know longer wanted to be at the party so me and the host of the part started walking on the streets accompinied by his cousisn. It was then that his cousin told me that my f riend had cancer so we needed to buy him a gift. WE walked down the street and passed by different bikes until my friend found the right one, he pointed to this chopper kind of bike that said $200. I jumped on the bike and rode off not thinking i was stealing. I rode around and my dream turned into grand theft auto. I saw one star at the top bottom right of my view and saw a squad car soon trailing after my chopper. I drove lke a mad my through houses and fences until i crashed into a creek and my body went soaring for hundres of feet. It was then that the star went away and my dream returned to normal. When i looked up from the ground i realized i was on a grassey hil in the middle of the forest. I walked up the hill and arrived at a skate park. I started trying to hit people off there board and take it, but just tony hawk 2 i remembered, you cant do this, so in the dream i couldnt do this. Later a police women showed up and said i have a place for you guys to skate thats much better, just ride down the hill and go through this tunnel and youl be there. She allowed everyone to do this except for me cause she said i caused all that damage on the motorcycle. The rest of the dream became fuzzy and i woke up