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(Got some catching up to do. I actually just bought myself a 'sleep mask', because I figured a lot of my trouble with recall has to do with the fact that I'm waking up around noon now, usually, and light is always streaming into my room, interrupting my sleep. I've never slept with one of these sleep masks on, before, but I'm beginning to like it. My recall and lucid count has skyrocketted, in the past few days. I'm sure the melatonin and alternating doses of 5-HTP and B6 are probably helping. )

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12/04/2011
"Tactical Entrapment"

I was back in high school (maybe. At least it felt like high school), and some friends and I were talked into bringing out favorite weapons from home, for some kind of show and tell. We'd been told that it was perfectly fine, and we weren't going to get in trouble for it. Of course, as soon as we were about to start our presentations, the police busted into the classroom and apprehended us. We sure that we'd been sold out, and were going to be taken to jail, but they had other plans. They offered us a pardon, if we would be a part of a 'super-soldier' experiement and agree to be given a drug that was supposed to make us stronger and faster, after which, we would be properly trained for combat. Fighting what? I never found out. Even though they were police, they were very straight-forward about this procedure being completely illegal, but times were appearently desperate. There were others there with me, and we all took turns explaining what our skills were, if any. Not really just fighting skills, but what we were good at, in other areas of our lives. After this little 'getting to know you' session, we all eagerly took the experimental pills and began our training.

Later, we were all out battling in the middle of a desert. I remember 'scrolling up' to see a map of our area (as if pulling up the map on Skyrim), and seeing an icon of an enormous serpent, coming up in front of us. Shortly after, we reached the creature. I'd thought it was dead, because it just sat there, motionless, as we approached. After a certain distance, though, this huge beast sprang to life. It began slithering fluidly about the area, snapping at us with quick, powerful strikes and then burrowing away into the sand to strike from another angle. The last thing I remember is fleeing the scene, while a tangled knot of numerous, identical serpents writhed and tumbled itself around us in pursuit.

12/05/2011
"Halloween: Reincarnation"

I can't really peg whether this dream happened in an huge mansion, or a giant facility, like a factory or service area of a mall or something. I do remember that the place was crawling with supernatural creatures, from zombies to ghosts, and that the story centered around a mother and child that had something to do with a reincarnation of Michael Myers. I can't remember if they - combined - were supposed to be his reincarnated self, or maybe just one of them. In any case, I had to fight my way through all of these 'low-level' creatures, in order to finally get to them.

When I'd finally caught up to them, we were on the second floor of large room, like a lobby or a main hall. I had become lucid, somewhere during the chase, and was able to take out the mother without much problem - though I don't really remember doing it. The second floor railing had overlooked the first, and we had a short standoff near the banister, where she ended up falling over the railing to her death. The son, I remember perfectly. I'd picked him up by his collar. He'd been trying to stab me, before then, but really didn't pose all that much of a threat to me. I was still following the story line, though, so I felt obligated to get rid of the kid, somehow.

Not wanting to be too morbid about it, I simply tossed the kid off of the second floor balcony as well, compelled to follow him with my eyes, all the way to the bottom. I just wasn't quite sure how my dream would dictate the outcome of his fall. It was quite sickeningly realistic, though, with his neck snapping to one side as he landed headfirst on the first floor, next to his mother's body. My curiosity had been satisfied, but it made me a little remorseful. I didn't have time to dwell on it, though, as more of the creatures from before began to swarm around my position. Following the boy I'd just murdered, I jumped down from the second floor railing and landed on the first floor, bolting from the house, now that my mission had been done.

The last thing I remember while trying to escape is driving backward into a lake, and having to crawl out the window as the car began to fill with water. I don't believe I was lucid anymore, though, by this time.

11/27/2011
Dream Fragment
(This one was kinda all over the place.) I remember some choppy scenario about being in a haunted area of the woods, and exploring tombs while dodging spiritual entitites. Later, the group that I was with had all gone to Disney, and the park was upgraded with all kinds of high-tech rides, that seemed like they should exist in our present time (though I can't remember what all they were). While waiting in some of the lines, I remember that I was able to do these incredibly agile flips and twists over the railings. I got caught up playing around with this acrobatics, and wondering how this was possible, but not able to reach lucidity.

I also recall having a conversation with an old, washed up Veteran, who was pretty jaded and just wasting himself away into nothing, with drugs and alcohol. I'd been talking something with him about how he needs to turn his life around, and stop driving himself into an early grave by just not giving a fuck about anything. (I have an idea as to who this character might have represented, but it's confidential...)

11/29/2011
Dream Fragment
I was in the middle of a sea of peope, standing outside of a very large, quite beautifully-decorated building. The building seemed to have an old, European archeticature, but I got the disctinct feeling that I was in a modern, U.S. city like New York. There was a police blockade that was holding everyone back, and the cops were practically interrogating everyone, before letting them roam about the area. It seems that there was a gigantic gash that had been dug into the middle street. The concrete was split, and the enormous crevice had to be about 100 ft long, and a couple dozen meters wide. The cops had surmised that the crevice was made by someone who had some kind of supernatural power, and they were combing through the crowds, trying to find the person that was responsible for it.

I don't know if they ever found them, though.

11/11/2011
Dream Fragment One
I was with Todd, and we were going to a theme park. While there, we met up with MJ, who I wasn't expecting to show up. We all hung out, and were going to the different attractions. Todd was trying to organize everything, and make routes for us to walk around park, to experience as much of the park as we could in the time that we had. MJ is terrified of rollercoasters, and I kept messing with her about it, pestering her to no end, to get her onto a coaster. She was so scared though. Lol. It was priceless. Dunno if I ever got her on one, though.

Dream Fragment Two
I was in a war against Islamic extremists. I really don't remember much about the war at all, though. At some point, I was walking with someone on my side, and we were having a conversation about the whole 72 virgins thing and martyrdom. Later (in the only real moment of combat that I remember), I was raining down fire from the sky, with some kind of remote trigger, and dropping heavy ordinance on a dock area filled with enemy combatants.

11/12/2011
Dream Fragment
(Lost a lucid dream. ) All I remember is that there was a massive firefight going on, and I became lucid. As usual, I walked around like a beast, just daring people to attack me. They kept shooting and I just kept deflecting their bullets and throwing them off course, telekinetically - walking toward them and calmly waving my hands in front of me, which pushed the bullets away in gentle arcs, as if the bullets and I were made of magnets with similar polarity.

11/15/2011
Dream Fragment
More horrible recall. Everything was in chaos, and nearly an entire town had been killed. I was in (another) firefight, involving myself, some villain and the police. Apparently, I was on the cops' side, and we were trying to take this guy in. I had him at gunpoint, just as the cops began to converge. I saw the man look at the approaching police and then down at the shotgun that he had thrown down at my command. I looked at him looking at the gun, and thought to myself "oh, man, don't do it..." and of course, he did. He swiped up the gun - as if by instinct - aimed it at the police and they opened fire, blowing him away. Later, I saw an elephant rampage through the destroyed city and saw one man being dragged headfirst through the hard earth, by the elephant's trunk, like a sharp stick through beach sand. The animal dragged him around in a circle, and then reared back, slinging its head up and launching the man through the air, a few dozen yards into the distance.

Don't really remember more than that.

Spent most of this dream running from this guy...and finally gave up and said "now what".

I'm at some counter with some sort of ID, and the guy asks me a question and then turns around and says I can't get another one for 10 years. I'm mad...yelling. Cops are there, I turn my back waiting for them to arrest me but they don't. I go off even more.


I'm in/watching a reality tv show, and I notice this guy has all these old school games I've never heard of or played...and just when logic kicks in, I wake up.

Something else...about driving in the desert. Obstacles made of cars....but they were inside small hills.

I was in the thieves guild, but I don't remember much.

(The following includes referances to many games and shows)


I don't remember the crime, but I was on the run, I just knew the cops were after me and they had a reason. I was running down the road, it was one of those feelings where you're trying to move, but you move like you're underwater. I had the will to do it fast enought though. The cops weren't anywhere to be seen, but I was still running. There were houses all around, I recognized most of them, but they were in the wrong places. I was on the left side of the road and cars were passing all around, some parked on the side of the street. I looked to the right, on the other side of the street two cops were exiting a house, they clearly noticed me. They pulled out their guns and I ran faster, but it took more strength to move. I ran in zigzags, hoping it would throw them off, I would occasionally jump behind a tree. We ran for a while when I came across a house I suspected to be mine, but it looked nothing like my house. It had a huge backyard and thick woods all around it. I ran to the back yard, it was still getting harder to move. I reached the edge of the woods and I pushed through the leaves and trees, but I ended up back at my house.

Right around then I thought about it, the cops were getting closer, I was in a loop, that doesn't happen in real life. Then I realized I was dreaming. I made their guns dissappear and flew up, I was about halfway to the top of the tree line. I wasn't focused enough, I accidentally made Carl from Jimmy Neutron appear. I tried what I did in older dreams. I flapped my arms and legs as if I were making a snow angel. It worked, I rose into the air slowly, then I gained more concentration and I was able to control myself easier. I no longer had the underwater feeling. I flew higher and higher.

I could hear Carl yelling, "Sheen! don't go!" I suspected he was talking to me, but I knew I wasn't sheen, "Cops! He's up there in the sky!"

As I started paying attention more I realized the clouds were square and there was a lot of fog. It remined me of MineCraft, wait, this is MineCraft! The cops were flying too. I started to believe it was Minecraft subconsiouly and I started to loose control. I lost the ability to fly and fell down. Double tap space, I thought, do it, double tap. It worked for a second as I saw a flash of myself hit the spacebar twice. But it didn't last, I kept falling. A fire ball shot from above, most likely from the cops. Double tap! Do it! SPACE, SPACE! then I started flying again. I looked down, I was about ten feet from the ground, good timing.

I looked around, the setting changed, I was in the graveyard I commonly go to IRL. I convinced my self I was dreaming again, I pinched myself, I gealt no pain, good. It wasn't MinCraft, I can do more now. The cops were gone. I hovered for a few seconds when suddenly, a mix of Kirby and King Boo appeared from a grave. I looked around and saw 8 (from the dream academy dream) sitting on a log. I moved to the crypt beside the field where she sat. It was still sunny, I decided it was time for a fight scene. King Kirby and I had a battle I did everything I wanted, I shot fire, shurakins, controlled the air, etc. King Kirby would do his thing changing form and shooting stars at me, he occasionally sucked in something I threw at him and gained that power. I summoned the Hand (the white glove from Super Smash Bros) and started beating him with it. I flew up and erased the hand, I dove down at Kirby and shot him with fire. Kirby stated summoning things himself, my memories. I had my mind stuck on cartoons and video games so he reminded me of old favorites, Foster's Home for imaginary friends, Kirby, Mario,etc. We eventually got bored and sat and talked with 8 for the rest of the dream.

10/20/2011
Dream Fragment One
All I really remember is a brief fragment of having sex with a girl whom I don't really recognize.

Dream Two:
"The Kidnap Kid"

My daughter had been kidnapped. I went to the police, but they were proving to be kind of useless. They were taking way too long to find her, and forbade me from taking matters into my own hands, or they would persecute me to the fullest extent of the law. It seemed that the person's main target had been me, to begin with, but when they couldn't get their hands on me, they had decided to go after CJ instead. I was just seething about the whole thing. I wanted so bad to start my own, personal manhunt, but I tried to exercise as much restraint as humanly possible, to let the law do its job. My patience was wearing extremely thin.

The police had put me under some kind of 'protection', where I had to leave my house and stay with some old guy, in an unfamiliar home. I remember him giving me a tour of his house, showing me where he keeps a pistol - just in case - and where the best place in the house is to hide, where I can still get a good vantage point with the pistol, if need be.

Later, the kidnapper's identity was discovered, and it turned out to be some little bad-ass kid, that was probably 13 years old or so. He'd brought her back, but was still furious about something or other. I don't remember much about this moment, but some kind of strange, Dragonball Z type of battle, in which CJ's hair was sticking straight up on her head, and she reminded me of young Gohan. Her and the kid had started fighting in the living room, and he'd given her a pretty good shot, which sent her sprawling across the floor. Out of nowhere, my mom came flying in from out of nowhere, dressed in something that reminded me of Chi-Chi (also from DBZ), whirling a staff or broom or something over her head. She landed in front of the kid and swatted the staff down onto his head with a loud 'CRACK', that I practically felt, myself. All action immediately ceased, and the little kid looked up with this enormous pout on his face, holding his head, and just calmly said "....ow..."

That was apparently the end of the fight, and the whole situation defused after that.

10/1/11

DILD

Recall: poor (it was a few days ago)

Notes: I was sleeping in a hotel

I was driving my car and struggling mightily. I was wasted and could barely control myself, let alone the car. I was nowhere close to staying in a lane. And sure enough, I look back and a cop is pulling me over. I think that there is no way I am going to get out of this. At that moment I realized that it was a dream. Thank God. It started to fade and I was okay with that because I was having a bad time anyway. After a few seconds I realized that I wanted to stay in the dream so I focused on the sensations I felt driving my car. I felt my bed under me and I lost my vision, but I was visualizing and imagining the tactile sensations. I wanted to get back into the same dream so I could go and fight the cop.

After a few moments I was back in the dream with my car stopped. I got out and walked over to the cop car. I wanted to beat the crap out of him. I look in the window and he was a....her. And she was pretty hot. She was short and thin with dark red hair. I went to plan B and started making out with her. Things got hot and heavy for awhile and I think I moved on to involve other girls too.

After awhile I noticed that some cops were after some black guy. I decided to join the hunt. He ran to the front of a large apartment building and flew up. I tried to fly up, but I was too close to the wall and when I got close I lost speed and had to grab a ledge. It ended up being a 40 ft. super jump. I quickly climbed to the top of the building and resumed the chase. He turns and tries to fight me. I decide to instead use my telekinesis to suspend him in the air, helpless. He ran at me and I lifted him up. His momentum caused him to drift in the air towards me. I take a step back and I am holding him still about 3 ft. in the air. He squirms and tries to fight his way out, but it doesn't help. I am bringing him back to the police when I wake up.

09/26/2011
Dream One:
"Lucid Juggernaut"

The very first thing I remember is sitting on a couch, during the day, with a few friends. Without warning, a thunderous banging noise came at the front door. Someone apparently had a battering ram and was trying to bust into the house, while we were inside. Immediately, we all scrambled, taking up our guns and preparing for a firefight. However, with the loud banging becoming more intense, some of us were able to see just how many people were out there...and how many guns they had. We were not about to stick around and be slaughtered, so we all bolted out the back door, scrambling through the neighborhood and catching faint glimpses of hundreds of these heavily-armed thugs, raiding all of the houses in the neighborhood. We were being fleshed out, and our territories were being seized by this faction.

Before we were able to make it out of the neighborhood, we were cornered by a patch of these thugs. I don't believe we had our guns anymore, and they ended up robbing us for everything we had in our pockets. We could do nothing but stand there and fume over how we were being humiliated by these goons, and how helpless we were. After cracking a few jokes, they sent us on our way. However, after a few short steps, I finally realized how crazy this situation was. I figured out that I was dreaming, and I couldn't be more ready for revenge.

I turned around, mid-pace, and began walking back toward the thugs, whom had just robbed us. I didn't care how I did it, (or that it really didn't matter, because this was just a dream), but I was about to get our damn stuff back! Lol. They all watched me as I approached, waving my hands back in my direction, and yelling at the armed men to bring it on. Accepting the invitation, they all started firing at me, simultaneously. At first, I began to let the bullets just slam into me, while I continued walking toward them. I had to clentch my fists and brace forward, because they bullets were actually a bit painful, but I tried to just push the sensation out of my mind, while I stalked twoard the men. When it finally became too uncomfortable, I took to catching most of the bullets in my hands, which also stung, but was still effective. However, the men just continued firing, and even with a good level of lucidity, it was beginning to get a little overwhelming. I was still having a good time, though, watching them sh!t bricks when they saw how they couldn't really stop me with all that firepower.

An idea came to mind. Focusing my intention to use a little telekinesis, I brought my hands in front of me, fingers curled toward on another, as if I were palming a basketball. With the men continuing to fire away at me, I drew all of my attention to the empty space between my hands, and 'willed' all of the bullets to be drawn to this void. The bullets immediately ceased hitting me, and I could literally see them being collected, in this empty space between my hands, as if there were a powerful, invisible magnet floating there. (I had gotten the idea from the Mech Suit scene, in the movie District 9, where the Mech used some sort of technology to catch the bullets in mid air, and collect them into one, floating spot.) Then, once I had a good mass of bullet heads collected in this space, the men finally stopped shooting. They stared at the hovering bullets with awe, and were obviously loss for words. Smiling, I quickly flung my hands out in the direction of the gunmen, launching the spent bullets out of the space between my palms, like buckshot from a gun (which is also what the Mech did, with the bullet tips, in the movie). It was just awesome, and I'm surprised it worked, so effortlessly. The first wave of thugs dropped like stones, and more moved in from around the neighborhood. I basically ripped through them all, using their own weapons against them, but eventually losing lucidity. I was able to keep the control for a bit, but the bullets began to take their toll on me, and I could feel myself dying. Still trying to fight through the sensation of having my energy drained from me, I eventually had to succumb. I ended up dying in the street, seeing myself in the third person as a female friend from my group clutched me and cried.

(There was a strange transition here, that might have been a completely different dream, where some girl, that might have been the same one, was going down on me in a public place. I remember being lucid here, for a moment, but still a little embarassed that people were watching us and walking right by us, even though I knew they were DC's.)

The dream then transitioned again (or there is just a lot I am missing), and I was now in some scenario where I believe I was a police offer. I had lost my lucidity again (but, again, I don't feel like it was a separate dream). My female companion from earlier was still with me, and she was acting as my 'partner'. We were in some similar situation to what had happened back in the neighborhood, in that we'd set up some kind of presence in this huge, multi-level office building, but were run out of it by this larger faction. This time it was more of a shadow organization with lots of money, modern security, and lots more firepower than even the thugs from earlier.

Having failed our first confrontation with these new gunmen, I remember us walking back out toward the parking lot, pissed off at having not been able to bring the group down. Once again, just on the verge of retreat, I realized I was dreaming once again. My disappointment instantly turned to mischeivous glee. Without saying another word, I reached into an open trunk and grabbed a handgun and immediately began to storm my way back into the tall office building, and up the stairs, toward where my squad had just been forced out of. I don't remember much of the battle, but it went pretty much like my rampage through the neighborhood, with guys emptying clips into me, and me just refusing to go down. I remember a specific corridor, where I tried shooting my gun, but it was just like a BB gun, and not doing any damage. Annoyed with this, I walked toward the nearest shooter - allowing his bullets to rip into me, on the way - and proceeded to try to pistol whip him and the guy next to him. Unfortunately, I got that 'sluggish' effect, and was not able to get any power behind my swings. The more intense the fighting got, the more I could feel my lucidity slipping in and out. I remained lucid enough to remember that I had died, during the last rampage, and I became anxious about whether or not this would happen to me again, now. I was able to survive this time, though, keeping myself calm instead of allowing the energy-draining sensation to creep back into me. Once I was done having my fun, I walked back down to the rest of my team, completely unharmed, but still riddled with bullet holes and bleeding from every inch of my body.

(There was another transition after this, which might have been a different dream, but I don't really feel like it was. It didn't really tie in with the theme from the previous, though, so I will just label it as a separate fragment, even though I'm admittedly not sure whether it was a seperate fragment, or just a continuation of the dream.)

Dream Fragment Two

I was with JH, and we were leaving my house (which was actually the house where the ex and I used to live, years ago). My mom had just come home (though she didn't actually live in that house with us, in waking life), and I had to break away to speak to her for a moment. All I can remember about talking to her was catching her on the front porch, and seeing that she was wearing a very nice, red dress, and really long hair.

09/19/2011
"Hoverbikers"

I don't remember very much of this one, but I was in what seemed like a Final Fantasy type of setting, and in a motorcycle chase, much like the one that Cloud had against Yazoo, Luz and Kadaj, on Advent Children. However, in this dream, we were actually on hover-bikes, that were a lot like the bikes in the game Jet Moto (which I saw an ad for, just the other day). There was one specific moment, that I remember leaning back on the bike as I soared down a steep, declining highway at breakneck speed, feeling like I was riding on a rocket.

Later, we found out that there was some sort of big conspiracy going on, and the cops of this Midgar-like town were killing off newcomers, to keep them from learning some type of secret. The last thing I remember was trying to escape some part of the city that was just crumbling down around us, while being bombarded with explosives.

09/20/2011
Fragment
All I remember is that I was a Broly type of character, and I was brawling with another really powerful villain. We were flying through the air and firing energy blasts at each other. We were also tearing through buildings like during the Z-fighters' first encounter with Broly, on the The Legendary SuperSaiyaJin DBZ movie.

Non-Drean/Comments
Dream
Lucid

11.02.2011

I am at some road. I want to ride a motorbike. I see one in front of me. I examine the low-angled windscreen and the windshield. I jump in it and ride it. I am afraid that some cop will stop me, cause i don't have a license. I am also worried because i am going a bit slow in a big road and don't know exactly how to use the clutch... It doesn't seem to be much of a problem, but the feeling of the ride sucks. My vision is also bad. The windscreen is kinda blocking my sight and there are no mirrors. I reach a place and see two other bikes with some guys from the uni on them. I go next to them. Now we are walking (didn't notice that change). They say that most people who ride bikes, have one like the one i ride (probably because i like kawasaki ninja :p).
"Umm... Actually it's not mine" (semi-lucid)
"I found it in a street. And do you know what the best part is?"
"What?"
"We are in a dream!"
I don't remember if he said anything. There are some cops nearby wearing some weird suits. I am suddenly lying on the ground and have a feeling that i am going to be arrested. Someone throws a gun next to me. One of the guys laughs. I pick it up and pretend to shoot. There are two buttons on it. The one says "sleep", the other something that i don't remember. One of the cops approaches me. He stops. He puts his gun out, makes some settings, he points at his head and shoots. There is a voice saying "sleeep" and he goes "nooooo" in a regretful way, as though he made the wrong settings. There is something like green electricity over his head and his body is standing up but paralized. He seems to be dead or unconscious. What happened is that he should have pressed the other button (which would have keep him in the dream), while he pressed the "sleep" button, which made him wake up (i just KNOW). I look at my gun. I press the other button. I check it on a guy from uni first (lol). I shoot and there is this voice again saying something about some aminoacids that the gun enhances, which make you dream longer. I shoot myself. I am at a place that i can't tell if it's inside or outside. There are many people. They all have words over their heads. Each word is a choice i can make for the dream, or some info about the person. I see a girl with the word "sex" over her head. I look at her and she says
"Bunnies"
I understand that if i want sex i have to find people dressed like bunnies... I wander around. I see a girl dressed like a bunny. I look at her. There are three choices over her head. I look at the one saying "threesome". :p There are three girls coming from my left. One of them seems to be the leader or something. She is really nicely dressed. The one of the other two is the main one, and the other is an alternative... The leader girl says
"Movie star come on"
We walk through some rooms and doors. We even went trough a bar. It was a casual bar with a lot of people. I saw a friend (we have been talking about dreams that night) holding two big glasses of beer and talking to two very nice girls. I call him and make a face like "hey i am going to have sex and you are drinking beer" lol. We finally reach a quiet room. The other girls goes to the fridge to get something to drink. I look around and see the other room with a big bed in it... Sweee... The dream is FADIIIING I wake up...

At least it was a big one after nearly one month!

08/25/2011
"Chop Shop Cop"

I was an undercover cop, investigating activity at a chop shop that was running all kinds of import cars. Apparently having been on the case for a while, I was pretty familiar with some of the gang members who were running the cars, and was discretely gathering information from them. MJ was in the dream and, at one point, we had walked off from the garage, and up a dark hill. (I don't know if there are gaps in my recall, or if the dream changed from night to day, erratically.) She led me through some tall brush for a while, and I began to wonder where we were going. It turned out that she had a pack of cigarettes hidden back there, and was just trying to get away to smoke. For some reason, it seemed like we weren't supposed to be back there, because she quickly ducked down, when we saw some passers-by, and I followed suit.

The next day (or what might have been the next day, since the sun was out again), the police force did a full raid of the shop. When a firefight inevitably broke out, we cops had the advantageous position - having pretty much surrounded the gang. So, when the lead started flying, we were just tearing these guys apart. They started breaking out guns from crates and secret compartments in walls of the garage. I remember carrying both a Mac-11 sub-machine gun and what I believe might have been an AR-15 assault rifle. Even though we were obviously winning, the firefighting was extremely intense and chaotic. At times, it just felt like I was spraying recklessly into the fray. The assault rifle seemed to have a very slow rate of fire, and I actually got frustrated with it to the point where I just threw the assault rifle down and started spraying again with the Mac, which was just dropping people like flies. There were a lot of females in the gang, but very few of them were actually doing the shooting. Even though I was spraying wildly, I was trying my best to keep from hitting the unarmed, but in the end, I'm sure I got a couple of them, inadvertently.

Once the fighting was done, Method Man (rapper) showed up and turned out to be one of my partners on the force. He helped us round up the survivors of the firefight, so we could take them in. That's all I remember.

This is one weird dream I had last night...so here it goes.
I was living in an old house in my old neighborhood I use to reside in as a very small child.. everything appeared the same. My friend Michelle was there who I know now and she was suppose to watch over my place. I gave her the number of where she could reach me if anything happened. I kept looking out the window and just noticed a bunch of trees.. nothing else just trees I just kept looking... the scene switches to me back in the house and I saw these weird shapes hanging from the ceiling and they were placed apart but covered the entire ceiling in the kitchen area.. I was disgusted by the smell too which was weird.. and Michelle was standing there looking real scared.. I said " What the hell is this on the ceiling??" she said she doesn't know.. These things were covered with paint.. so I take the broom and hit one and it broke falling to the floor.. it was human feces!!! whyyyyyy??????! I get real upset and demand for her to tell me what is going on.. she starts to panic telling me someone asked her for the keys to my place but she didn't want to tell me because she was scared of them..I immediately call the cops they tell me they are on their way.. she sits down crying and she starts to describe the person.. I immediately say the name of the person she describes "Kelly".. but I really don't know a kelly in real life
So the cops come over and see the dung hanging from the ceiling and start getting on their computers searching for this person named kelly.. who riddled my kitchen ceiling with feces.. one of the cops was good looking and bald said " don't worry we will find her and have her do some serious cleaning".. that instant I felt relief.. like " yep she is going to clean up all this Sh*t"..
I woke up.

*Now I wonder what it means to dream of dung/feces.. this is weird because I don't ever recall having such a dream before.. I told this to a co worker of mine which told me it meant luck.. but another friend of mine told me it could mean something in my life I am not letting go.. strange..*

I am driving along a street and stop or a red light. A cop makes a left from the side opposite from me. After all the cars make there left turns I go. Only the light didn't turn green yet. I look over and see the cop turning around. I star t accelerating. And out run him. And then hide in an abandoned lot. Later on I'm driving and get pulled over by a different cop. He says "I have a couple tickets for you." he says they carry overfrom when I ran earlier. He says "you look recently nervous" I say "I haven't recently been pulled over."

Well, I had a lucid dream, but I only consider it a semi-lucid dream because I couldn't really control what I was doing.

So, I'm driving--why do I always have driving dreams?--when I stop by the local Texaco. As soon as I walk in and see how dirty it is, I instantly realize I'm dreaming. Because the people at this particular gas station in real life normally keep it fairly clean. So, I'm thinking,"Holy crap! Awesome! I'm dreaming and I actually know it! Time to take some candy without paying!" Well, I went as far as taking the candy before I went up to the cashier and gave him the money. He gives me this really stern look and says,"You weren't planning on stealing this, were you?"
"No, sir, of course not,"I say seriously. Except, I didn't mean to say it. So, while I knew I was dreaming at this point, I couldn't control my actions.
"That's good,"he exclaims cheerfully. He points to two teenage boys wearing ugly shirts and baggy jeans and says,"See those kids right there?"
"More or less, yes."
"Just last week they were caught stealing some sodas and magazines. Some reason, the scumbags weren't even arrested. In fact, the cops just let them go."
He is clearly irritated over this and I can't help but feel sorry for the guy. Real or not, no one should have to deal with that crap. So, I almost feel bad about wanting to take the candy. Though, in real life, those boys definitely wouldn't have gotten away with that.
I say,"Well, I need to go."
He nods and exclaims,"Just be safe on the road. I think it's going to rain soon."
I nod and walk out with my gummi bears and cinnamon candies, mentally kicking myself for not being able to control my dream even though I knew I was dreaming. I woke up shortly afterward.

I was with my first girlfriend. She was smoking a blunt
She threw the end of it on the ground and I was a little disturbed.
She wouldn't do that in waking life. Anyway, we got in her car. It
was her Camaro. She had a weird tray with marijuana on it. There
was also a pipe. I tried to explain that she was asking to get in trouble
because if she gets pulled over for anything, she's in trouble for the
weed also.

All of a sudden, we are getting pulled over. I am now not in the car,
but outside, hiding behind a staircase handrail. The police find me.

They look in my eyes and think I'm stoned. I don't smoke, so I know
I'm not, but I'm worried because my eyes feel so heavy. I know I look
high. I tell the cop I don't smoke and that I have a CDL, so I can't anyway.
They don't care, but my dream ended there.