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Dream: A Continuous Trip in the City
I get on a tram in the center, right as I get in and the doors close, I see that there are ticket inspectors standing in their blue uniforms. I don't have a ticket! I panic and try to open the door of the tram but it starts moving. Defeated, I wait for them to come and give me a fine. They stand there, doing nothing, not checking anyone's tickets. Outside, I see the streets are chocking with blue uniformed ticket inspectors between the tall buildings. Is this some kind of campaign?

I get off the next stop, it's right by the large cathedral. It's a grey day, snow is on the ground. I see that a paramilitary nationalist group is attacking a ministry building. It's a stand still, the nationalists wait outside as the soldiers in fatigues defend the ministry in a snow fort kind of thing. The nationalists have a snow complex across the road as well. I go toward the nationalists line, as if I was a bystander just looking around. I keep in mind that I shouldn't say anything, my accent will aggravate these people, they're usually racists after all. The soldiers defending the ministry pelt me with snowballs from across the street, they all miss. As one comes in I'm able to catch it in the air. This impresses the nationalists.

I walk down into the snow complex, as if I'm an embedded reporter, I think to myself, reporting from the front lines. My friends will be jealous. I see people inside, there is a ceiling and everything, this place looks like a room from the inside. I hear a woman in fatigues, surely a part of the group, speaking with a Russian accent. How are they OK with that? Is it that she gave up her Russian identity to join them?

A middle-eastern man is there, which surprises me. He is there with an elder from his village, he wants a divorce from his wife and they are in negotiations. What a weird group to negotiate something like that. The place has lots of shelves, it looks like there are manga and comic volumes in here.

I meet my sister in the city center where she worked in a courtyard. I see how one of the women who works at a store locks up for the night, a long process. Turning off the lights, the shop is going to reopen in two hours. What's the point of closing for only two hours?!

Inside a shop my sister shows me the inside of a discount coffee machine. I look into it and it is covered in a white grease, lard, that has brown discoloration. It must be a cleaning agent. I see the lard coming out of a nozzle like soft-serve ice cream. It's actually making coffee out of lard. My sister says this coffee is free that comes out of this machine. Seeing the process, I understand why.

A stink begins to creep in the store. I go into the hall where the other store entrances are, it's like rotten eggs. Where is it coming from? My sister tells me to go find out. I walk down the hall and to the end I see some middle-aged guys in glasses looking at a ventilation vent. They work at the photoshop at the end of the hall, they are going to fix it. Walking back I see Rick from Rick & Morty has a shop here too, it's is a dark blue shack with a tiled hexagon design to it.

I go to the store in the hall, it has sandwich coolers full of lunch items. There is a lot of fruit there. I see Jennifer Aniston by the checkout lines she's eating a bowl of corn flakes and says that they are a new kind of cereal she eats. What is she going on about? Corn flakes have been around for over a hundred years!

I look at the fruit in the coolers, lots of exotic fruit as well. I'm glad they have this option these days. I talk to my sister, I mention wanting to eat only fruit for lunch. She is skeptical of the idea.

We go downstairs with an escalator, there is a bookstore there that also sells art supplies, it looks very modern. I look at some of the stuff. I flip through a comic book volume with a distinctive style. The lines are bold and the shading is delicate. The main character is a anthropomorphic illuminati sign, like Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls. How isn't this copy right infringement? I see A3 paper and coloring pencils going for less than a euro a piece. I fish through my pockets and find two euro coins, I can get them! I pick them up but the paper is hard to get out of the sales bin, I then give up, I want to save the money for coffee with a friend later. Walking away, I tell my sister I already have a lot of art supplies, in a way I just wanted to buy the idea of making art, instead of the hard and sometimes frustrating process of actually making it.

Well I have been trying to get back to a normal sleep schedule these past few nights, going to bed at reasonable times. But I overcompensated (well I suppose I really couldn't help myself.)

Two days ago I went to bed around 12:30 and woke around 9:00

Yesterday I went to bed around 11:45 and woke around 7:30

Last night I was hoping to make another jump and try to go to bed before 11:00.

But, after my speech class let out yesterday around 3:00pm, I had to drive home from college. I was drowsy though and decided a quick nap in the dorm would be smart so that I didn't doze off on the long drive home.

One Ten-Hour snooze later and I'm here.

I remember being semi lucid brainstorming ideas for a story. In this story, an alien spacecraft called 'The Next' placed itself into orbit around the earth. It was a white disc that from careful observation by the space program it turned out was actually two dimensional. The spacecraft selected 1024 people from across the globe and stated that they would receive a gift. The people selected were lucid dreamers, and the gift was something from a lucid dream.

Manei was then made into a real person. I remember having to explain many things to my parents. Since she had just sort of been plopped onto the earth by The Next, she didn't really have a family or a place to stay, she had to live with my parents. That made things really awkward.

My friend C had been gifted by The Next, she was among the 1024 people. My friend S however, had not. He was feeling under the weather because of that.

Everyone who had been gifted with a guide or some sort of power had to meet at a summit in Europe somewhere. But only 742 people actually showed up even though everyone who had been gifted by The Next was required to be present by world government.

At some point, a nuclear war broke out between a middle eastern nation and china. One of the nations tried to fire nuclear missiles at The Next. It stated that it was displeased with how humanity had turned out. It gifted another 1024 people with dream powers/guides in the waking world.

At some point I discovered that I had the ability to change between my waking life self and my dream self. When in my dream self form, I some of my vanilla dream powers such as invulnerability, flying and waterbending. Good thing too, all of these supernatural creatures such as vampires and werewolves started to crop up around the world.

My roommate brought this extremely interesting dream to a close unintentionally. I fell back asleep though.

In this dream, my dad was hosting me a birthday party at this arcade that I used to frequent. I was embarrassed that he had gotten me a birthday here because I turn 19 in less than a month and I'm a little old for the arcade.

I then realized that I wasn't wearing any pants. Then my old crush form high school showed up along with a few of her friends. She had been invited to the party and she started laughing at me.

I was playing this arcade game (still without any pants) with my high school crush where you had to pull out this stream of paper but if you pull too hard the paper rips and you fail at the game.

Then my grandmother showed up and took my shirt off. She told me she was going to take a photo and a measurement of my stomach. Then I would have to eat [some absurd amount of food] then she would take another photo and measurement of my stomach.

I then realized that I was quite possibly in the most embarrassing situation that was cosmically possible. I had to escape somehow, so I made the excuse that I had to go to the bathroom.

When I went into the arcade bathroom there were no toilets, but there were art supplies everywhere. All of these different pads of paper, boxes of pencils and charcoal and crayons. Erasers and protractors and drawing tables. You name it.

I somehow or other got fully dressed again.

I then ran into my drawing professor but she had bi-colored eyes, much like my dream self. Only they were both shades of green. Her right eye was a deep forest green while the left one was a pale sea green. I asked her why this was and she told me about how she hit her head as a child on a metal desk. The injury healed fine but she broke a blood vessel and now this.

She then showed me this pair of eyes that she had painted on a piece of heavy paper. The paper had been cut/folded into the shape of glasses. It was the same eyes but they were on opposite sides. She told me every time it was opposite day, she would wear this.

I started looking around for the art supplies I needed so that I could get back to class, completely ignoring the previous dream plot.

This dry spell just keeps dragging on and on. Considerable lucidity might mean it's finally coming to the end.

Something to do with three lasers of a particular frequency meeting at 90 degree angles creates a fourth-dimensional bridge.


I am with a few friends and Katniss from the hunger games movies, making our way through the woods. We are talking on headsets as if we are playing a game/in a virtual reality. Somebody asks if we want to end the match and we say no. We then come under attack by an army of small monkeys.


I am in an art supply store with my mom and we are buying paper for an art project. The art supply store is very small in a mall, no bigger than the inside of a CVS (In fact that's what the general feel of the art supply store was; a drugstore). It seems to only have one or two employees.

An employee leads us in the back and begins showing us what they have available in terms of paper. It's not much. What they have looks like shoddy blank newsprint and printer paper. I notice that there are drawings of my cartoon characters on the paper. They weren't mine, but they were committed attempts to recreate some of my most iconic characters.

This prompts me to reality check. A couple of nose pinches settled that. I tell my mom that I am dreaming and that I have to leave.

I step outside and see dream characters walking by. The area outside the shop isn't like a mall, it's the side of a busy road with a downtown New-York ish feel to it, skyscrapers and all. I asked to see Manei appear. At first nothing happened but then she ran up to me as a little girl wearing raggy clothes.

"What happened to you? Why are you so little?"

"Dun Dues Se Carlo."

"Dun Dues Se Carlo?"

"Yeah, Dun Dues Se Carlo."

"What the heck does that mean?"

"It means we caused a problem and now we have to-"

I need to get back down there with some serious lucidity and get these lucid issues worked out.