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18.05.2010

98: 5.18.10; 10:30AM Part 4: Julia's Letter + Out to Dinner with my Dad. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed of getting an especially lengthy letter from Julia while in a kind of classroom setting, but wasn't able to read it there.

The dream transitioned and I was helping two girls open their van door - come to find out, the lock/unlock switch was partially locked, which was the cause of their problems.

The dream transitioned again and I was out to dinner with my dad, and saw my high school history teacher Mr. Shahin there.

16.05.2010

96: 5.16.10; 9:43AM Suburban Garden. (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm at my picnic table with both my sisters when we see a basketball team walking by, the players on each others' shoulders in three-person stacks. My dad waves us over to follow them and to watch them play a game, so I run over toward them.

The dream transitions slightly, changing the environment to a suburban scene with a great deal of plant life and shrubbery, lit up by the bright morning sun. On my way following the basketball team, I dodge into a small concrete garden/park to sit and think, knowing that I'd wanted to get lucid (but not yet aware I'm dreaming). When I sit down, I close my eyes and realize I'm lucid, feeling the great warmth of the sunlight on my face.

Some people walk by me and I get taken back into the dream's plot when I run into a man from the group and start a gunfight with him. He falls against a small iron picket-style fence, where he dies, dropping the gun and saber he carried.

In which Dad's driving lands the family in deep water. I think I saw this on Mythbusters once.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Give me five minutes, Dean - I just got off work."

I head inside and pull off my white t-shirt, and get changed into a black t-shirt and jeans. When I come back outside, Dean (and his dad's truck) are gone.

I call Sam, because Dean never answers his phone. He's laughing at me.

"Did he just ditch you again?"

"Apparently. That bitch."

***

Uncle Roy and his daughter, Natasha (who appears to be about three, here), are running up backwards escalators that are taking them to our family reunion. I join in, jumping over railings and taking the most efficient route.

I'm at the house, looking over the food table for vegetarian stuff. A younger version of myself is standing on the other side of the room. I go over to talk to zir*, but zie's avoiding me. Eventually we have to pose for a picture together, arms thrown across each other's shoulders. Well, the universe didn't explode, so we're doing fine.

I think up elaborate reasons as to why there are two of us, but I don't remember what they were.

***

I'm in the car with my dad and Roy's three daughters. They're all under ten in this dream. We're driving through a city, maybe Halifax, and I'm giving my dad directions from the back seat.

"Okay, now you're in the wrong lane," I tell him. "Turn right here."

The road takes us down to the harbour, and I tell my dad to turn left.

Instead, he decides to do a powerslide down the dock.


Oh god, oh god, we're all going to die.

We've almost made it to 180 degrees, and I decide to trust my dad, because he's a better driver than I am, really. I'm still gripping tight onto the seat, watching the world spin around us.

The momentum throws the car right off the dock. We land with a splash in the deep water, and I have a moment of disbelief. Seriously, my brother just totalled our last car.** Now this?

I'm searching for my bag, knowing that there's something important in there.

Found it. I'm holding a flashlight.

My dad tells me to aim for the window controls next to me, and smash them with the flashlight. Three of us start pounding away at our respective window-ledges with our respective flashlights. I stop for a second and see pedestrians on the boardwalk, watching us dumbly. The car is half full of water by now, and I hope one of them has the sense to dial 911.

I smash through the controls and the important wire. The window disappears. I help the girls out of the car, as the water has almost reached the window. I slide out of the window, and my dad is right behind me. I swim to the dock and pull an unresponsive (but physically unharmed) Natasha from the water.

Later, I talk to someone about the reason I didn't panic. I shrug and tell him that I figured someone would rescue us if we couldn't get out. He's doubtful, but I tell him that it didn't have to be true - it was something I told myself so I'd be able to function.

Sinking Cars. Scare Factor: 4.

*ILU, gender-neutral pronouns.

**No, really.

Alone. Bus trip. Ferry ride.

I've found myself on a road trip with my brother, mom, and dad, in our old Ford Truck. It's rather cramped. I have my laptop-sized bookbag with me, and it's stuffed in with me in the back seat.

I hassle my dad to stop at the Husky/Tim Horton's along the road, and am surprised when he relents. I go inside and say "Hi" to the person at the counter. For some reason, I'm surprised I don't recognize her. I have to step in behind the counter a bit to get a look at the donuts and bagels, and I happily choose one with purple icing and rainbow sprinkles. I count through my pocket chane; I've already used my debit card (and I recall swiping an identical one before realizing it wasn't mine). I ask what my total comes to. I have to ask a few times, because I can't understand her and the number above the register keeps changing. Also, I only have about 75 cents.

Finally, she tells me that the price is 9 cents plus tax, so I should just give her a dime. I thank her and take my brown paper bag, heading to the car.

"Sorry I took so long," I say, knowing full well we won't be stopping for a while now. I open my bag to find three donuts and a pack of gushers. Weird. I start in on the gushers, deciding that junk food is the point of a road trip anyway and it's hard to find vegetarian stuff at all fast food restaurants.

We're trying to figure out how to get out of town, because one of the main roads switches over regularly and we seem to be cut off at the moment. Several-point turn to get out of a dead-end. People playing in the water in the ditch ("A good way to get hepatitis," my dad notes). Asking for directions at some kind of a hunting lodge.

We drive out of town, but the road seems less like a road and more something you'd do to wreck vehicles on GTA. Driving through parkades or something. Graffiti. Stairs.

Family Vacations. Scare Meter: 2. Boring as long as you skip the horror movie casting.

My dad and I are walking the streets of Covington, KY, and talking about what I call "middle English" slang after he uses the word "gazooks!" However, in the dream I understand "middle English" to be Wild West or Industrial Revolution times. I make a joke that we're going back to 1865, like the cast of "Back to the Future" visited the frontier. Exactly after I do so, we find ourselves walking in the Covington of the past. It looks like a typical frontier mining town, and we go on a quest to find his grandfather who is living there. We interact with the bums to find this information, and eventually are led to a saloon. Both of us sit at a rather uncrowded long table, and I request a hard cider. The pretty barmaid smirks at me and says "Take off your glasses, Mr. Mafoy," with the unspoken assumption that they make me look younger than legal drinking age.

11.07.2009

Festival! Festival! (Non-lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







So, a majority of the details in the dreams I had last night I've lost, thanks to a rude awakening by my brother who needed a ride to work. This is a shame because there were two dreams that were a lot of fun.

I can't recall the details, but for some reason my father was messing around, and wasn't letting me into the hybrid. We were in a place that seemed to be a mixture of a European touristy city and Baltimore's Inner Harbor. My dad took off, leaving the window open and me holding on. I tried to keep up with the outrageously slow speeds the hybrid is capable of, but was tiring out quickly. This triggered a dream reflex and I started Hovering, which allowed me to easily keep up, and get an amazing view of the moonlit water and hotels and the festival that was going on.

Unfortunately, that's all I can remember of that dream.

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11.07.2009

Flying Feces (Non-lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







The next full dream I can recall was a good one.

Some scientists were conducting experiments in order to better understand consciousness and the idea of self. I was their subject. I didn't know it at the time, but I was a clone. Newly created, devoid of any previous experience or thought. An empty shell. As they went ahead with their experimentation, I wondered what they were testing me for. I caught bits and pieces of what they were discussing, and thought, why do they need to know if I'm me, I am me. At 'I am me', realization washed over me. I became fully conscious, not lucid mind you, but aware enough to break free of my restraints, and Fly out of the facility.

As I flew around, just generally enjoying myself, the dream progressed. I found out that I was in fact a clone, and that the person they had cloned me from was very rich and currently in a coma. Close to death, he had a fiance who was going to get everything. She didn't even love the man, so I took his place, feigned a miraculous recovery, and proceeded to teach her a lesson. It ended with her jumping into an open sewer line that was filled with liquefied feces and other excrement. I'm pretty sure she drowned, but my brother woke me before I could find out.

[...]

There was a large base and we were under attack. There was a team trying to sniper the culprit down, but they got shot. SM (lol again) was one of them. I grabbed the sniper rifle off her and managed to kill the culprit. It took a lot of shots. I had never shot a gun before and it got clogged, but I managed to do it and knew how to reload it from remembering how they did it in some computer game.
I felt like shit afterwards for killing the guy. Actually, I felt alright, but it was just a bit weird killing him. I remember thinking that he deserved to die anyway :/

Before that, at the base there was a large factory, like a processing factory and it'd exploded or something. Anyway, the parts of the factory were coloured different colours depending on their temperature and the severity of the explosion (or imminent explosion). BD showed me this, as we were walking out after doing something (I cannot remember what. We were collecting something I think).
As it turns out, this was just a distraction to what the culprit was really trying to do. He killed some Mexicans earlier. They were on boats. I was one of the janitors that had to go into the toilets and move some of the dead bodies. They were wrapped in paper towels, all of them. It was a bit freaky. But afterwards was okay. Someone helped me move one and I remember that the body was cold. I also remember that some of the paper towels were starting to unravel, and reveal the skin of the dead guy...

There was some office with square glass windows...hmm...I'm not too sure about the rest.

I dreamt that my dad replied to my e-mail about whether I should learn traditional or simplified Chinese. He said something about "Who said it was hard to go from simplified to traditional!?", because it shouldn't be. Typical of him.

In another part, someone (TW I think) made the 3D glasses for minecraft and they didn't work very well.

I cannot remember my dreams from last night much. I think Dad was involved in it briefly.
Actually, the dream I just woke to was like on a mission and it was in the water.
There was a lady with a hat at the top of a cliff and we had to press the up button to float, the right button to attack or something and the rest were for movement. She had a red frilly skirt. It was in multiplyer with TP and CV (my brother's friends). I was waiting for my brother's to load. So while waiting I went to attack her and she killed me with one shot so I realised that we had to utilise the float button to get above her and kill her. It took a bit of cooperation coz she was pretty fast.
Turns out that she had a hat we needed to destroy somehow. It was black and round and the pointy in the middle where the pointy bit of a witches hat usually is [...]. I couldn't destroy it with normal attacks, so whilst down in the water at the bottom I asked my brother if he had any scissors and luckily he did so we chopped the hat in half and won the game.
The hat kept floating and there was a news report saying [...].

Also, I had AK's SLR and it was so much fun. It was foldable too.

I was at a rocky beach with AK and DM and it was in Bunbury and the part we were at had a name but I can't remember what it was but there were blowholes and we all went to look to see that it was the greatest beach in Bunbury. Then we did something behind the rocks (which were stopping the water from hitting us) but then the tide started picking up and much water came over the rocks but managed to dodge us, luckily. We escaped and when we looked back the water passing over the rocks was in the shape of an old man with a big head, big nose and walking stick.
We had to jump down some rocks to avoid it and it was quite scary. I went to jump but luckily the rock I was on started falling (due to water behind me) and although that was scary I managed to jump from there to the next one and got away safely because the distance was already small from the original rock falling.
We went to some place where AK asked if I wanted Turkish bread, it was only (!?) $30 each or 4 for $90. I wasn't so sure because it was so expensive but I was considering buying it because I know that Turkish bread is so good. There was also some nice cheese spread to go with it or something like that. Like ricotta cheese. And it was near some spot that looked a lot like a bank teller but outside.
While we were walking towards that place there were similar water-cloud thingies and the one we were heading towards was in the shape of AK, I thought, but DM and AK sort of disagreed. There was an alleyway or something with one of AK's friends, or maybe not her friends but some art exhibition she was interested in.

We were on an adventure about 5kms from Perth with many other people, maybe about 40 of them.

I found my iPod (I do not have one; I used to have one a couple of years ago but it was stolen).

I washed something in water and left the bucket full (it was a bucket with a tap and a plug that you pull up or down to "activate") by accident. The bucket was near the computer room in Australind.
Later on, Dad came back into the room with myself and my sister and other people and told us not to use the computer because he'd spilled water near it. I immediately thought oh shit I left the bucket full, so proceeded to clean it up. It was just on the carpet, only a little bit and not even near the computer, but I thought I'd go vacuum it anyway.
I went to get the vacuum and I cam edown from the bush and threw the vacuum down onto the yellow sand (which had totally changed from the yellow carpet location).
I went and did something else with my sister, involving my iPod.
Then I went back to the sand and retrieved the vacuum which was really good; I remember my sister telling me that the "neck" wasn't long enough even though it was really expensive, which is true. I didn't actually use it because I thought it would be dumb to use on sand because it'd just suck everything up and get full. So I went to retrieve it and the sand was a main road and grabbed it with my sister there to help. We waited for a gap in the cars (took a while, it was pretty busy) and I quickly grabbed the vacuum, then passed it to my sister. She had to take it away quickly because I was stuck in the sand. She thought this was just an excuse to listen to my iPod, but I was actually stuck.

We then went to our adventure place. There was a criminal there and I was responsible for making sure he stayed put. The authorities were too trusting of him and thought it would be okay to let him stand freely, but every time I slacked off with the ropes (which were more like jewellery beads than chains/ropes), he'd start to attempt to get free and run off. At first we were trying to bind him properly.

Then we were waiting in line to get onto the bus home. I was still responsible for holding this guy and I had to bind him around his arms and stuff. As we got to the end of the line, Mrs M took the chain off everyone (everyone had one) and the chain's blue colour (although it wasn't really a colour, more like a vibe) disappeared and she put it away to the side. Everyone was connected.
I think it went from that guy being in trouble to me being in trouble. Something to do with my iPod, again.

The bus was airconditioned and many people wanted to get on it because it was promoting the release of a blockbuster movie, a week or two after it had been released. It was like that movie's "experience". It was similar to avatar or something, but with queens of the desert.
Mr and Mrs M controlled the bus, and there were a few black people on it. Most of the seats were reserved for those that booked it for the movie experience.
My seat was on the second story and you had to climb up from underneath, open a hatch to climb through and sitting on the seat next to it, letting your feet dangle through the hatch. I knew that I had to get comfy because there were 5 hours to get to Perth. I attempted to climb up there at first with my stuff (a bombcase-type thing) like the ones that hold AK's cameras), but it was too hard so I climbed up there without anything.

There were two pinoys across from me on the right (I was on the left) and they were looking at various things you could do on the bus. Turns out they could call the Catholic Church. And you had to speak in Tagalog to do that. I let them do that, it must've been good for their religious beliefs or whatever. One of them was Aunty MFe.