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April 13, 12. 7:00am

I know I had a dream, but as I woke up it faded and I can't remember much. My mom and I were in a beautiful place with stone walls and glass paintings, it looked like a church. I think Robert was there too. We were talking about something important, and all I remember about the conversation is me saying, "I have to remember all this". Then, I remember seeing a living plant creature.

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hello people, i just woke up and i remember some fragments of a very weird dream
this is the traduction(i will post the original, in spanish, if someone want's me to, it is easyer to understand):

It was a town like "chacabuco". We arrived in a car to a church. it had a highway on the side of it (right side), and a bird was standing in the "wall" of the highway(you know, like when there is a pillar holding the highway?), "picking" the other wall/mini-stripe-of-material next to it. then my dad told me something and I STARTED TO FEEL, SMELL, HEAR AND SEE like an animal (i believe i "possesed" him somehow, like taking over his body). i/him started to run through a park/forest that was near the church and when i/him was eating a bird, A NUMBER WOULD COME OUT OF THE BIRD counting how many i already ate. this went for a while, and in a moment i jumped to the top of a small building, closer to the church. i saw a bunny, and i ate it, but the number didn't was from 3 to 4, or 7 to 8, it was like 12-19 or something like that. i looked back and i saw my father, who told me "did you see that they are better?" (that would be: "¿viste que son mejores?).
I believe that the animal was a fox, a dog or a wolf.
i did some childish drawing of a "map" of the whole place, i am redoing it again in paint and i will upload it
thank you for reading

I was in a store and the two guys were talking about MLP. They were debating about something. I asked if I could tape their conversation, for some reason, and they said ok. I had a tape recorded in my pocket, and I started to record them.
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I was in a huge church. I brought a bowl of lucky charms in and started drinking the milk. I saw my dad across the aisle, making a face that said "put that away."
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I think this one was in 3rd person. There were a bunch of animals hiding under my bed, at first it was just dogs. Then they ran out and went outside, where they went into a train station of some king and sat at a table with an elephant, a lion, and some penguins.

Field Trip!

I was standing outside a fairly large church with my sister, Sam. Staying fairly close together (even though there was no one around us), we walked up to the front doors and entered. There was no lobby, only a large room. The lighting was dim, and at the far end of the room you could see a stage. We walked closer and noticed that a ton of people were around us now. I saw my friend, E, walking towards me. She said that she was happy that we were here.

Before we walked towards the stage, we turned around and faced some stairs. They were stock white and led up somewhere. There we found my other friends standing by the stairs.

We turned back around to head back to the stage. But before we moved, a loud voice could be heard over the microphone:
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome this man right here!" He pointed to the now spotlighted stage. The spotlight was pointing to some man, but I don't remember his name.

"And then later, John Cooper is here to sing for all of you!"

Everyone screamed and applauded. John Cooper is the lead singer for the band Skillet.

The music started. We ran to the stage and saw the man from before start to sing. As soon as a guitar solo came on, E jumped right on the stage and started playing some weird guitar fret thing (she was playing it wrong). She stood up there for a couple of seconds. I was thinking, "Is she allowed up there?"

Sam and I walked out before John Cooper could play. Darn. We went to "register", like we should have before. We walked down a road and realized, that we were going the wrong way.

"Where are you going?" I asked Sam.

"I was following you!" Sam replied.

I facepalmed, and then turned around. We found our way back and entered the registering lobby. We were put in line with these other 2 girls. We were supposed to walk out in that order.

Somehow we found our way out, and started walking up those white stairs. We found D, and M, playing ball on the stairs. D walked up to the wall, and just as he did, M threw the ball and it nearly missed him. D screamed, and it was hilarious.

Who wants some hot chocolate?

A man peeked his head in the door.
I noticed I was in a small white room, and it almost felt like I was on a ship. I was on the floor messing with something.
The man asked me, "Do you know what tastes better? The hot chocolate powder from the flying birds or the birds on the ground?"
(Wdf?)
He meant, what tastes better, this hot chocolate powder from this company, or this powder from this company.
"Well," I said. "The bird in the air's powder tastes not like chocolate at all. It's just disgusting. I tried it, and my hot chocolate still tasted like milk.
"The bird on the ground's hot chocolate, however, is the way to go. It's perfect."
The man nodded, and closed the door.

I was recruited into the army as a blue (In the halo world of red vs blue...duh) All i remember is going on some crazy mission to fight the reds, the leader of which turned out to be a class mate of mine. He was probably the only smart one but even so there were far to many idiot reds and blues for him to handle. I ended up just saying screw it, i have know idea whats going on, and just doing what ever Church said to do. All i remember after that id explosions and running and Caboose yelling, who in my dream is like my best friend (Even though Church is his Best friend...whom which we stalk together at one point...idk) This does not surprise me because Caboose is my favorite character. Anyway it was fun.

This is short of dream fragments. It started in the my dad's history and civil classroom at the local high school. Well someone I knew (who is a year younger than me) was doing a presentation but I wasn't paying attention since i was worried about something else. I remember running away with supplies and I somehow ended up in the libarary room at my church. Somewhere in the dream (but after the presentation scene) I was kidnapped. How do I know? I looked down and my hands were tied with rope.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a big room, kind of like a meeting room in a church building. It had a lot of school desks in it. But the desks were all scattered about the room. There were a few standing closets or cabinets againts the walls. The room was lit with a kind of drab, greenish, fluorescent light.

A few people were in the room, kind of shuffling about. It was like something had just ended, possibly the rehearsal for some kind of sketch comedy team. At least a couple of people were famous. One of them looked like Pam from The Office. The other one may have looked like Jim.

The woman was standing at one of the closets, maybe rifling through a bunch of coats, looking for her own coat. The man was sitting at a desk, possibly writing on a sheet of paper.

The man and the woman were still in character, and they were improvising some lines back and forth with each other. They were kind of insulting each other in a flirting way.

At some point the man said something to defend himself or build himself up instead of insulting the woman. He somehow compared something he was doing to something a famous person (maybe Napoleon?) had done.

The woman answered with some kind of rhyme that was almost a song, and used history in a very precise way to shoot down what the man had just tried to make sound like a good thing. Everybody in the room started laughing, including the man.

(To bad I can't remember the joke! Ugh...)

There was another man standing at a closet that stood against the wall to the left of the woman, as she was facing her closet.

This other man was talking to somebody -- possibly me, but I'm not sure. He was saying how good the woman was at taking really slight cues at just a moment's notice and turning them into something really clever and hilarious.

Dream #2

I was probably in a bedroom. I was laying, or sitting in some really slouched position, on the floor. My back may have been against a wall. My legs felt crowded, as if I were right up against a bed or a TV stand that had a quilt over it. The light in the room was a nice, warm incandescent. The carpet may have been brown and kind of thick.

I looked down at my body. I was skinnier than usual -- probably too skinny. I was wearing a diaper, probably a Pull-Ups diaper with Dora the Explorer on it. The diaper was completely broken. So I wasn't really wearing it. It was mostly just laying on my crotch. I wore underwear over the diaper -- I'm not sure if they were boxer briefs, like I wear, or some kind of panties.

I had an erection, and I needed to pee. I may have thought at first that I should just pee in the diaper. But I knew that would be a dumb idea. The diaper was totally broken. My pee would probably just go all over the place.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was with a big group of people. We were in an area that looked like the large reading room of the New York Public Library. But it was also something like a high school gymnasium. The group I was with was probably a church group, though it may have been part of a church-school.

I was up on a balcony level, crouched down or sitting down near the floor. There were a few other people up here with me, including a teacher, who sat behind me.

We looked down on the main area, where a lot of other people were. That area may have been floored with brownish gym mats. There may have been an occasional school desk. There were a decent amount of students down there. Everything felt kind of cluttered.

We had all been given a lesson by somebody who was probably speaking into a microphone from some pulpit at the other end of the room from those of us on the balcony. It was some lesson about Christian history.

We now had to do an in-class exercise based on the lesson. The exercise was some kind of role-playing game. I think we all had to imagine ourselves as some saint, who had been the subject of the lesson. We then had to imagine ourselves into the environment of the saint.

A classmate of mine, a boy maybe eleven or twelve years old, wanted me to come with him on the role-playing game. I was probably going to go along with him.

But my teacher, a pretty, blonde woman, yanked me back from the boy. She told me the boy was distracting me. The teacher told me I was going to come with her.

I looked behind the teacher to the area I knew we were going to: some kind of stage-like area on the left wall of the room, where there were other kids sat out on the floor with papers, studying or doing their lesson exercise.

I was now in some kind of hallway-like space with my teacher. The hallway was like an old, narrow, seldom-visited corridor in a natural history museum.

We sat on the floor -- actually, I think my teacher was laying on her stomach. My teacher had a book, some kind of history of poetry. She may have read some of it to me. She may then have asked me either to read some to her, or to give her a reaction to what she'd read. She handed me the book.

I could see that the text was about the seventeenth century British poet Abraham Cowley. But the pages looked like they were from some kind of illustrated Bible for kids. There was a drawing, almost coloring-book-style, of biblical mountains running across the top half of one set of pages.

I told my teacher a little bit of my own thoughts about Abraham Cowley. I liked him, and I thought it was unfair that he'd fallen into obscurity.

I then read the bottom lines of the left-hand page of the book. It mentioned how somebody in the eighteenth century had "single-handedly" rescued Cowley from oblivion. It took me a long time to read this. But I finally got the idea that the person referenced was Samuel Johnson.

My teacher was now slightly around the corner from me, and up on a very small platform, elevated about 20cm above the floor. I lay on my stomach and stared at a beautiful, Gothic-style, wood wall as I gave my teacher some of my own thoughts on Cowley.

It was hard for me to speak -- my brain was really groggy. But I said, "Well, you know, now that Cowley's rescued from oblivion, everybody thinks he's just great. But I don't think he's free from faults. I love his Mistress poem cycle. But his Odes are kind of flat, in my opinion."

Points for the 29/12/11
Had 2 main dreams about a church and me kissing a friend of mine, both were really vivid

The church:
I was stood outside a church and the owner or vicar came up to me and said "nice place isn't it" then he said he wanted to show me something and took me inside. Two teenagers about my age joined us as we climbed the stone staircase. We arrived on a small stone balcony and the two people ran ahead, one was a boy and the other a girl. We continued along the balcony until we reached one of the tops of the arches and there was a small ledge running across to the other side of the church and was apparently the only way to get across. The ledge was so thin and whilst the two teens climbed across I looked down at the floor of the church…….about 70 feet down. Me not knowing that is was a dream I thought if I fell I'd die and looking at what I had to get across it seemed very likely. So I went back down the stairs and everybody else soon joined me, then we went to the place where a castle once stood and again with the same teenagers we found one of the tunnels that would have been used to get in or out of the castle without being noticed. you could see where the gatehouse would have been and we were stood on the other side of the moat, it felt so real that I never would have questioned it. (Full dream- 1 point)

A friend:
I was at my friends house (R.B) and we were both sitting in her living room listening to her play guitar. I was sat next to her and we had one of those moments where we looked into each others eyes and moved in for a kiss. Our lips touched and my logic still didn't kick in because irl she has a boyfriend. Then her mum came in and we stopped kissing immediately. She said she was going out somewhere and that she'd be back soon. As soon as she left we full on snogged each other for quite a while I believe and then the dream ended. (Full dream- 1 point)

Strange I don't usually dream of that kind of stuff but there you go (TOTAL = 2 points)

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

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the nights of December 24-27, 2011. Adult content warning for the one from December 25-26.]

Night of December 24-25

I'm at church, with my choir, accompanying our performance of “What Child is This?” on my clarinet. My clarinet keeps misfiring; some of the notes here and there refuse to play. I'm embarrassed. [This was definitely an anxiety dream. Exactly that actually happened during our choir rehearsal on Thursday, December 22, and I was afraid it was going to happen during the performance, which was the morning after I had this dream, on Christmas Day. Thankfully, it didn't happen; my clarinet worked fine.]

Night of December 25-26

I'm at this place that's kind of like a spa. It's a place for people to rest, relax, and renew. I'm in an outdoor area of this place, and it's a beautiful, warm, sunny day. I'm lying around on the ground, wearing only panties, along with several other women who are doing exactly the same. Other people are walking around the grounds, and the thought crosses my mind: Maybe I should go and put on some slightly more modest panties.

All of a sudden, I'm being molested by a group of two or three men. I manage to fight them off and struggle out of their grasp. All the while, I'm shouting at them, forcefully telling them to stop, and that I don't like or appreciate what they're doing. I end my tirade by telling another man, who's just sitting on the ground watching the proceedings, that he's a despicable jerk, too [or something to that effect; I don't remember my exact words here]. I tell him this because I know that he's being paid to be there as a witness to the scene that just unfolded. I also know that the molesters were also hired to do what they did. The men who hired them are also in the scene, standing around, watching it all happen. I know exactly what they're doing: They're lawyers, and they have a racket going on where they hire people to rape beautiful girls in establishments like the one I'm at, and then get the girls to sue those establishments for a lot of money, of which they get a percentage because they act as the girls' representation.

Night of December 26-27

I'm at work, but I'm participating in a dramatization of the work we do at my workplace for TV. The part of my boss [who I've mentioned in this DJ before] is being played by Tim Allen. I reflect that this was a strange casting choice, since he doesn't look at all like my boss, nor does he act much like him.

I'm watching a movie about a big, tall castle, a white one that looks like it came straight out of a fairy tale. I'm immersed in the movie, and I'm flying in circles around the top of the castle's high, central tower. There is a song playing on the movie soundtrack that I find kind of annoying, so I want to change the channel on the movie. Awww, man, the remote's all the way down there, I think to myself when I look down at the ground and see the TV remote control lying there. Then I think, Maybe I can get it by telekinesis. Wait a second. If I'm thinking about getting the remote by telekinesis, and flying around, I must be dreaming.

I stretch out my hand toward the remote control and concentrate on it, trying to use the force of my will to pull it into my hand. It doesn't work. Then, my mind calls up the primary example in my schema for what pulling an object into your hand with your mind looks like: the wampa cave scene from The Empire Strikes Back [starting at 2:20]. I think, It's kind of like the object is attached to a bungee cord that snaps it back into your hand. I try again, keeping that analogy in mind and focusing on it. This time, it works. The remote control flies up into my hand, just as if it were attached to a bungee cord.

At this point, I abruptly realize that during the time I've been concentrating on drawing the remote control into my hand, I haven't been concentrating on flying, so I've been gradually descending without noticing it. I'm now only a yard or two above the ground. I quickly correct for this and start climbing again. As I do so, I think, “And hurry! We're losing altitude fast!” And yes, “altitude” is the correct term in this instance, because this is a planet I'm flying over, not a moon. Even if it is just a dream planet. [This is a reference to the original version of the “Star Tours” ride from the Disney theme parks.] The remote control has transformed into a deodorant stick, which I use on myself. [? I don't even know.]

I woke up very pleased with myself, knowing that I could finally cross “Move an object with my mind” off my master list of lucid goals!

Church

I show up late to church, and miss choir practice. Or else I got sidetracked once I got to church and didn't make it. I am messing around in the basement doing something, and realize that the service is starting. I decide not to enter through the side door to the sanctuary, since I have to cross to the other side of the room to get to where my family is sitting. I go around another way so as to be more discreet.

Concentration Camp

I am in a concentration camp. It seems to be like an episode of Hogans Heroes, because although I am a prisoner everything seems light hearted. The Germans have a shipment of new machine guns coming in, and we somehow get a hold of one. They are big guns, with ammunition included.

I go into a room where there is a table. We start drinking beer, or something. Some other guy pours the beer onto the table, and we lap it up. Knowing an easier way to drink, somebody makes a groove appear all the way around the table to catch the beer that is poured onto it. There are small resevoirs cut into the table as well.

There is a code of some sort I am trying to crack. Someone says it is related to a message that my Grandfather received 40 years ago. We aren't even quite sure what the message was, but I think it has to do with something weird that someone told him. This person had said a jumble of seemingly random words. I look at the paper with the code on it, which is also a bunch of random words. I try inserting letters from the phrase my Grandfather heard into the message, but I don't get anything meaningful.

Its earlry as crap out and the sun hAsnt even come out. I have a beer in hand and I take a swig. My head nurse from the army is there and he gives
me a disappointed look. I take another one and toss it in some shrubs and he me....

I remember having some conversation about the lOcation of different countries. Germany looked like it was to the south of us, but I didn't know where we were at the time.

I'm in a white room and some.cute girl walks in and were talking when this one guy who was in my bio class walks in and sits to the left of me. He stars smoking and it blows in my face and gets on my nerves. I apologize to the girl in advanced and left.

gets weird here

I'm in church and this girl has her leg right on my dick and asks me why is it always hard. I told her I'd try to relax it and tried to think about anything.

I find myself entering church again, and I'm remembering that I had a dream about my moms but I can't focus on anything else other than the fact that she's dead. Someone sends me on an errand and I wake up

I had somewhere to go to (didn't know where though). My money wasn't enough for the fare (I only had one/five/ten-peso coins in my mini-wallet), so my sister gave me a fifty-peso bill. I put it in the front small pocket of my uniform (it's where I usually put my paper money). I left and got in a bus pretty quickly; it was a blur.

The bus didn't go the usual way to where I was heading so I had to wait where it would let off passengers. I knew the way to walk there anyway so I didn't mind wherever it stopped. I got off in what looked like a subdivision and did a walk-run on the not-so-wide but not-so-narrow road. There's green grass on the sides, and the road was somewhat curved to the right. I then arrived at the church. It was already dark. The church was open. There was quite a number of people there...seems like a gathering of some sort. I didn't go straight inside the church, I just took a peek. I saw the altar, the crucifix, flowers...only candles lit the place. I went to meet my churchmates somewhere. There was a happy ambiance. Lots of smiles and happy talking.

The next thing, I found myself in a bus at daytime again. I was sitting on the right near the aisle. My friend was by my left, looking out the window. She doesn't seem to want to talk to me though. I remember we were heading some place quite far to do something. Can't remember where and what it was about.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out in a park, possibly as part of a school group. We all had to run a mile course around the park. For some reason this seemed like a lot to me.

We started running on a narrow dirt path. There was a dense row of short trees or tall shrubs, like junipers, to our left. I didn't really see anybody, and I myself felt like I was disembodied and floating over the dirt trail.

We worked our way up a hill and then turned left, out onto a wide lawn of dry, tan grass. To the right was a residential area. I don't think it was a part of the course, but I ran out there anyway.

My sister may have been with me. We went up one street, then turned back down it and headed toward the park. We then turned up another street, which curved around to the right a bit.

Just around the curve we saw a group of "gangsters" standing all the way across the road, blocking the street. The "gangsters" were a group of four or five tall, white boys wearing baggy jeans and t-shirts.

I knew those guys were nothing but trouble, especially for some guy and girl by themselves. So I turned myself and my sister around. We were walking by this time.

I was still afraid of the "gangsters" up the block, but I kept walking calmly. I was a little worried about whether my sister (who may also have been like my girlfriend) would think I was a coward for being so afraid.

As we approached the park, where I saw a few of my classmates (?) milling around after the run, I heard some hip-hop style song that I knew was popular. It was called "Destiny." (I had the melody in my head for a while, but I can't remember it now.)

I suddenly got really afraid. It was like I'd gotten so close to safety, I didn't want to lose it now by having the "gangsters" catch up with me. So I ran all the way into the park, and even past some small pine tree twenty or thirty meters into the park.

Dream #2

Two boys were driving a car on some road through the forest. The boys were both white, smart-looking, with kind of shaggy hairdos. One of the boys may have worn glasses. Some 1970s style song was playing on the car's radio.

The forest outside looked fake, almost as if it were a slightly grainy or overexposed projection, like for a music video. The view of the forest then changed to a view of fields of some kind of red-purple, thistly flower (which I'm pretty sure I mistakenly thought of as poppies).

The song also changed. It had previously been acoustic. But now, playing the same tune, it became electric.

I knew that something bad was going to happen. The music had become too "fateful." And now the car crashed into a tree. I may have thought at first that the boys were dead. But they were now outside the car, standing as if hiding behind it, looking out for some place they could go for refuge.

The two boys were on the outskirts of a college town. I may have thought it was Oxford. I was now in the scene, possibly as one of the boys or as myself. There was a tall church behind another, shorter building. The church seemed to be made of tan colored stone.

An old man pointed the church out to us as one of the most famous buildings in this town. I mentioned another church, probably designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. The man sighed in disgust and waved me off. He may have made a comment about how modern architecture isn't any good.

I was now in some different area, walking away from a different old man and a couple other people, possibly including a woman. The old man made a comment to the woman about how she should be careful, because it was going to rain today.

I walked down a straight road with flat fields of tall, tan grass (?) on either side of me. I wondered if it really would rain. It was so sunny right now. I didn't see how it could rain.

But suddenly it started raining. It was a pretty heavy rain, and there were no clouds in the sky. I thought that it would only get worse once the clouds got here. I knew that would be terrible. I had a long way to walk, and no umbrella. I'd be soaking wet when I got home.

I decided to fly home. I simply levitated myself into the air. I got three or four meters above the ground. Soon after I started flying, it stopped raining.

But I felt unstable, like I could fall at any minute. To stabilize myself I pulled off my backpack (?). I re-fit it to myself, so that I was now using some bottom flap and belt-like straps as a seat. I now had a a lot more stability.

I was pretty excited that I was flying "in waking life." But I told myself it was nothing unusual, and that as long as I stayed calm I'd keep flying.

I flew up toward a pretty thick intersection of power lines. I thought I'd fly over them, as "in the past" I'd always flown under them. It was tough, though, from this distance, to get a steep enough angle where I could fly over the wires.

Suddenly my sister was with me. I now saw some insulating coils connecting the wires to the poles. My sister, apparently thinking the coils were transformers, cried out, "Pop 'em! Pop 'em!" It was like she thought I could explode transformers with my mind.

I may have tried to explain to my sister that I wasn't trying to focus on that right now. But suddenly we veered away from the road and the power lines. We went off to the left over a field, but probably near another road.

I could see that up ahead was an intersection with a few buildings and shops, like a kind of busy rest station out on a long highway. But I was suddenly afraid to get up there. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to see the place once I got there, as if I didn't have enough "imagination" for it.

I may have tried to remind myself that this was waking life, not a dream. If this was waking life, I wouldn't have to "imagine" that busy rest area. It would just be there.

But my fear was too much for me. And I landed in the field. My sister and I turned around and walked back toward the road we'd veered off from. There was now a big mountain on the other side of the road. The road itself may have been a little up on the mountain's face.

Dream #3

I was in "my family's bathroom" with my sister. My sister was telling me something about how to take a shower. It was pretty inconvenient, because there was something cluttering up the bathtub.

My sister was now gone, and I was all by myself. But, in the place of a toilet, my sister had left something like a gigantic potty-training seat, which was blocking up a lot of the bathroom. On top of that, there was something like a big head from an almost life sized action figure on the toilet seat.

I thought something to myself like, Isn't that just like my sister? To leave intruding signs of her presence, even when she isn't here? (My sister is *not* like that IWL.) But I decided not to be bothered by it. I'd just go take a shower.

But as I was getting into the shower, my mom banged on the door. She said, "I've got some bad stuff on you! Now I know what you've done to those kids!"

I thought, All my life I've been waiting for my mom to pin some kind of big thing on me. And I always knew it would have something to do with kids. There's nothing she could legitimately blame me for. But I'll find out what she's going to try and pin on me.

So I left the bathroom. My mom was sitting in the living room with my nephews, who were all little. My mom said, "You bought those kids Transformers for Christmas! You know they can't transform those things. It's just too frustrating for them. Plus, the parts break off! That's too dangerous."

My mom was playing with a little, yellow Transformer, about the color of a Caterpillar tractor. The Transformer had a little button on its chest.

I agreed with my mom that I'd made a bad choice in toys for my nephews. But I couldn't see how that would make me a bad person.

I looked up or over to a long set of drawers. On top of the drawers there stood a big toy. It was green and plastic, and it looked like a weird mix between a Venus Fly-Trap and a crane. The claw-scoop of the crane was connected to the rest of the toy by a black, elastic string.

The claw-scoop was closed, but I saw out of the top of it some pieces of what looked like a gigantic version of the Transformer Optimus Prime. Put together, I guessed, this Optimus Prime toy must have been almost a meter tall!

I got the idea that you could break apart the Optimus Prime toy. Then you could make the crane pick up the broken pieces. But -- somehow -- when the claw-scoop opened, it would actually move all the pieces together in such a way that the toy would be reconstructed.

I was in Bacolod. I was with a theater group. For some reason, they chose me (or I presented myself) for a play. A girl who looks familiar was writing poetry on the table. She's also the organizer or something.

We walked to a church, or a cathedral, where we're going to do the play. Emerald was there, also arranging stuff. Somebody told me that Grey is looking for me. I told (myself?) that no one else but Grey would know where I am when I disappear. But it seems that he's desperately looking for me.

Somehow, I was able to contact him. But he's over the "desperate" part already. He just asked me for the process/spell to turn into a zombie. I was doubtful, wondering why he wants it. While talking to him, I "saw" him (but he doesn't look the same). He's starting to transform into a zombie. I saw visions of yellowish ruins, and the blazing heat of the sun. A desert.

Then someone mentioned how he's now transforming into a zombie. I thought then that he'd also lose his consciousness. And I saw him rampage across town, and "we" saw him tearing a human apart, and we saw the bloody innards of the victim.

Then "he" walked "home." A countryside area. A farm. I was him, the "zombie" who is conscious, and not murderous.