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I think this dream started as I was riving down a really windy road on cliffs, it reminded me of the road from Apache lake, but much more dangerous. I remember driving up the hills and going really fast up them. I started to worry about falling off, and then sure enough the next turn I slide off. Somehow, my truck disappears, and I am just falling or something. I don’t feel afraid. I grab onto the side of the cliff, there’s not really anything to grab onto, but my fingers just have an insane grip. I think this is when I realize that I am in a dream. I debate letting go and falling or climbing to the top, and decide just to climb up. I remember pulling myself up... and then I’m not sure. I remember being in the desert. I feel like I lost connection with the fact that I was dreaming maybe. I just remember I eventually end up running through the desert with someone, I think Chris, until we come to a house.

I enter the house through a Window and start looking around. I remember thinking the house looked strange. I mean, it looked normal, but I had never seen a house that really resembled it’s layout or decoration. Upon entering the house I had remembered that I was dreaming, and I was relieved to be inside of a house now so that I could draw doors. I started walking around looking for a good wall to draw on. I found one that kind of had some pictures and stuff on it, and decided to use it. I drew a door with my fingers. Just after that a man entered the house with his kids, he started yelling at us to get out and was ready to attack us. I told him to just wait a damn minute because I was writing “My Future” on the door and was about to open it. I ripped his shit off the wall that was covering my door. Apparently he tried to do something to us and it didn’t work, and then the man himself realized he was dreaming. His kids vanished and now he was just hanging out. I finished writing “My Future” in a pretty awful handwriting, and then I went to open the door. No door knob, but there was a fridge handle on it instead, I pulled it open to reveal the inside of a fridge. I tried climbing halfway in it to see if something special would happen, but to no avail, so I decided to make another door.

I went into another room in his house and before making my door, the man sat on the couch and started to talk to me about how he was dreaming and how none of this mattered and that he knew he was dreaming when he did “?” and it didn’t work right. I think he tried shooting me. He was smoking a cigarette and I had him give me one, and I was having a hard time lighting it. I turned to him and told him to give me his real life phone number. He gave it to me slowly in double digit increments. I tried memorizing it, but I really wanted to go back to my door making... I turned to another wall, this time with Chris, by my side and made a perfect door. It even had a knob . I began to think about what to write on it, I didn’t want to write my future again so I started trying to think of something else. I was deciding between “Subconscious,” “Hell,” and “Heaven.” I decided on heaven. I wrote it on the door, but as soon as I opened it, everything in my dream went black. I laid there for a bit still conscious in the darkness, debating whether to open my eyes or not. I concluded my dream must be over, so I opened them.

Recovered from DV's crash...

This dream is hard to explain. It was more of an experience rather than a story.

Basically, the world has flooded. There is debris everywhere, and chaos, people freaking out, people dying. There is a giant whale who's gotten itself tangled up in the anchor lines of at least five boats. She swims violently around, trying to free herself. I see her diving deep into the water, pulling the boats down with her, dragging some of the large debris along as well.

People everywhere are seeking refuge on huge piles of garbage.

My father calls me over to help him assemble a little portable boat and secure the outboard to it. We go out exploring, finding a wreck and a friend of mine. There are many close calls for me, times where I almost die.

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In a cabin in the woods with my Mom and my Cousin. My cousin encourages me to tell my Mom what's on my mind.
Mom's been smoking again, which is odd and disturbing to me as she quit many years ago. After she finishes her cigarette, I find the courage to tell her how I feel. She reacts defensively and we argue.

Date: 08-06-10
Length: 10 Minutes
Vividness: 10/10

I was in our vacation home in La Baule, France.
I was in the living room sitting on the orange couch by the window.
My sister, Marin, was sitting at the table, my girlfriend Dakota was right next to me, and my youngest sister, Manon, was on the white couch, opposite to the one I was on.

I had a lit cigarette in my mouth, and I began smoking it.
I remember preventing myself from inhaling the smoke by just blowing it out without actually sucking in.
I've never smoked before, but in the dream, it was a very casual thing, like I had done it many times before.
I kept telling myself that I wasn't addicted, and I could stop when I would want.

After a couple seconds, the cigarette went out and I realized it was because I was smoking the lit end.
I got up to get a lighter and found one on the table across from the bar.
It was a sleek, metallic one that stayed lit when you press it down.
I found Dakota's scorpion one next to it and thought I should tell her.
I walked back over to the couch and Manon said she had something to show me, but she wouldn't.

-frenchblablabla

A dream from years ago.

I had a dream that I was an inmate in a prison yard smoking a cigarette. It was extremely vivid realistic. I could feel the wind on my face and was happy just to be outside. I take long drags on the cigarette and it tastes sweet, like candy. It was a rather long dream.