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Gunman

I'm browsing a mid-sized room in a supermarket. A gunman comes out of the hallway and starts shooting everyone. In the confusion, I fall over. I'm about to get up and run away when I realize that it's probably smarter to play dead. The gunman is just here to kill people; he's not going to waste bullets on dead bodies.

Later, I go into an office with cubicles. The gunman isn't shooting anyone any more, but he rules tyrannically over everyone in the office. We live in fear that at any time he'll come around the corner, start an apparently pleasant conversation with us, then kill someone for no reason other than a momentary desire to commit homicide. I talk to a woman who gives me some documents that I must carry somewhere. The mission is part of a resistance effort, and it is very risky. I admit to the woman that I'm scared.

On the way, the gunman (now a certain YouTube personality) falls in beside me, greeting me jovially. I am terrified of this man's whims, and he knows it--he exaggerates his unpredictability. I'm not sure how to make him go away; he seems determined to accompany me wherever I'm going. At one point, we engage in a rock-throwing battle (like the one in Braveheart).

12/21/12

Mall Shooter
I am at the mall with my mother. We are just arriving and trying to find a parking place. It takes a while but we finally find one. My mom says she has some Christmas shopping to do, so why don't I keep myself busy doing something while she takes care of that. I decide to get a haircut. I want to let my hair grow out longer, but I figure getting split ends off will help. I go in to a salon and I find it is nearly impossible to get the hair stylist to understand what it is I want. I finally give up and decide I need to show her a photo. I remember there is a magazine in the car that has a perfect photo. I head back out to the car to get the photo. As I am about to leave the building I hear an alarm going off. A fire alarm. Everyone is rushing to the doors. I head to the doors, too, and out into the parking lot. People are scattering to their cars in an attempt to make sure their vehicles don't burn along with the mall. I make my way through the rapidly clearing parking lot. I realize someone is shooting at us! I see the small explosion as the bullet hits the asphalt not far from me. I duck down and run towards where I know my mom's car is parked. But I am too late. I feel bullets tearing into my body, all up and down my left side. I have certainly been hit several times. But I feel no pain. I figure my body must be in shock. I fall to the ground and feel surprisingly peaceful as I die… then wake up in bed.

12.19.2012

Double Death Tragedy (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Alex has come down with some horrible illness after we've locked ourselves in one of the buildings on campus. Her grandfather and (nonexistent) brother are with us. We can hear people in the hallway who aren't supposed to be there, but they don't come to bother us.

Alex is having very violent spasms, yet she assures us that she'll be fine. Her grandfather pulls me aside and tells me that Alex is definitely going to die. I am shocked. In the short time I've known my roommate, she has become like a sister to me. I can't believe she is going to die.

But she does. She dies right in front of me.

I briefly wake up. I am relieved that it was only a dream. However, I have not moved or opened my eyes, and by the time I try to I am already stuck in sleep paralysis and then pulled back into the dream.

I leave the room that we were in, thinking that Alex is still alive. I am going with her brother to investigate why people have been trying to break in. As soon as we walk into a large common room, a bee stings me on the neck, temporarily paralyzing and blinding me. When I am able to move again, her brother informs me that a ninja girl had broken in and done something. We are not sure what, but we know that she was working for our enemy.

We split up to investigate. I come upon my mother, who is sitting with a large group of people. "Have you come for the final visitation?" she asks me in an eerie voice.

I am thinking, "Visitation...? But... Alex didn't really die. That was just a dream. Right?" Confused, I go back to the room where she was to check on her. A horrifying sight greets me: Cheyenne is lying there, dead.

I run from the room, crying, trying to find out what happened. Everyone present is too weird and crazy to answer my questions. An old man with horrible, blistering red flesh is dragging himself around the room, ranting crazily. His fingers and toes are all melded together, making his hands and feet look like flippers. He crawls in front of me and says I am too polite, just like my mother. (wtf?)

I go find my mom again. She says I don't have to be here if I don't want to be, but I don't even know what is happening and I am so distraught that I can barely think straight. All I know is that my heart feels like it is torn to shreds and I can't believe I will never see her again.

Finally I wake up, because my dream crying is making me breathe oddly in real life.

I'm back home with the family. I'm just outside the home property where I used to live. The day is barely about to begin. There is nothing down this street. Just like my other dreams, this area was always the place where it felt alone. I wandered around this area until I found something to entertain me. There was nothing much I could find but, there was a car that drove past me. I never followed any vehicles down this street but maybe this car could lead me somewhere more exciting.

I followed the car and before I know it, the scenario of the neighborhood changed! The buildings around me turned in to skyscrapers and all the areas began to stretch out! I followed a crowd before me. It was a crowd of friends who held guns to fight against an army of people. These enemies we were fighting were not very strong. They often hid behind walls and on tall structures above us. Me and my allies walked through them and shot every man we saw. It had a Call of Duty feel to it. There were times where I almost got shot but I did my best to dodge, duck and roll to avoid the bullets.

We reached the corner of the enemies' territory and found a civilian resting place. Me and my team walked inside and observed the building. At first, I had no idea what is was but something told me the entire area we were in, was about to be blown to destruction. There was a rare chance for us to live. I told the rest of my teams to hurry up and prepare for an escape on what we believed to be a plane but was actually just the inside of a building. I walked around and found an area where I wanted to sit. I saw a few people here and all I can tell from remembering, they didn't looked so confident. Before I could do anything else, I woke up.

i am fairly ill, getting over a virus today. last night it peaked while i slept causing an eerie dream and then quite an intense nightmare:

i had a dream that a man whom i have seen come into my work was wandering around my house in the dark. i saw him and kind of said hello and goodbye, implying he should leave. i noticed one of his ears was bleeding but didn't say anything as i wanted him to leave, not stay and discuss this. i got him out the door and as i walked back to my bed room i felt fear of faces in the dark. i told myself it was in my head but got out my cell phone to light up the room anyway.

i believe i had a brief awakening and then i had this dream:

it's night time and i'm driving toward a bridge to see my mother and wondering whether or not i'm going the right way. as i crest a small hill my car leaves the ground a bit like jumping a ramp. then i notice i can't see the lines on the highway. i try to close my eyes for a second and then find i cannot open them! i feel the car swerve a bit and fear i will drive off the bridge into the river. i feel the car fall and then hit water. i feel it sink and begin anticipating the freezing cold water pouring in. i think about breaking a window and swimming up but truly and deeply know this is the end. i'm full of terror and yet i still say something sarcastic: "well i guess this is the part where i die." i finally get my eyes open in the dream to see the inside of the car and then i awake in real life, quite shaken from this disturbing dream.

largely the intense fear was directly on par with what it would be in reality, however i do not usually have dreams like this and so i think my mind was creating a dream in relation to the turmoil my body was going through in trying to eradicate the virus.

The dream starts with me floating above my house. It's not really my body floating, I just see everything from that perspective. I can see through the ceiling of my house and see all the individual rooms divided by the walls. I see the rest of my family, my mom and dad are in their closet getting dressed with formal black clothes. I also see my sisters and they're in their room also formally dressed. Everyone seems to be sad or depressed but I don't know why, nor do I know what's going on. My dad tells my mom that he is going to get the car ready, after he leaves my mom comes into my sister's room and tells them; "Come on, we have to go. We don't want to be late for your brother's funeral." That's when I realize that I'm dead and I'm seeing everything as a ghost. I wake up nearly in tears.

I was at the beach with my mother. We were fleeing though, someone was after us.

Later in the dream, I was in the car with my mother. I received a text on my phone. I flipped it open to find a very mysterious text. Many more kept coming.

The texts were threatening. They threatened revenge, told us to watch our back, and expect our lives to be in ruins by the time they were finished with us.

They sent us pictures with people who had their faces burnt in acid.

I wanted to call the cops, but my mother said that it was probably just some angsty teenager. We kept driving home. I was a little shaken up, but my mother said it likely wasn't anything to worry about.

A few minutes later, my father calls my mother's cell phone and tells her that when he went outside he found his car had its windows smashed open and everything was torn up. He drove it irregardless, and then it blew up a few miles later. The car had been hijacked.



We immediately stopped the car and turned around. We realized that they had been stalking us for some time and now could recognize our vehicles and target them out. We needed to immediately get off of the country road and somewhere safer.

They kept sending us threatening texts. I was trying to pinpoint who these people could be and why they were after us. From their texts, I could tell that they were teenagers/young adults and were gothic.

Awhile later, my mother and I decided to try to come back home again. We parked the car in the garage and turned off the engine.

"Wait...listen," I whispered. I heard the creaking of the floor above us. I heard talking. We weren't alone.

"We need to go. We need to call the cops," I desperately whispered. We tried to start up the car, but the engine stalled. The car wouldn't start. The car had made so much noise it was clear that our perpetrators knew that we were home.

"Hide," I whispered. We hid in a staircase. I pulled out a gun and my mother's eyes widened. I am normally a nonviolent person, but when my loved ones are in danger I will fight. I was ready to blow their brains out. These criminals had caused us so much distress. I couldn't imagine ever losing my mother, so I was very ready to protect her.

I tried to call 911 on the cell phone. The dial tone was so loud. I heard footsteps creeping up the stairs.

I could feel their presence lurking, becoming closer and closer to us.



A figure appeared before us. I aimed my gun at him only to find that it hadn't been reloaded. Fuck.

He smirked and raised his gun, paused, and added, "you don't think I'd let you die so easily? No. Your deaths shall be slow and painful."

He turned around and left.

We needed to get the fuck out of this house.

But our escapes were blocked.

In the process of running, my mother and I got separated.

I found myself alone in a small foyer between two stories. I heard small bombs exploding and could hear the the cracking of burning wood. The house was on fire.



A figure emerged from the shadows and called my name.

"...Hello?" I called back.The figure of a young adult appeared. He had scruffy black hair. A white, cotton T-shirt and ripped up jeans. He had dark circles around his eyes.

"Zukin. I have been watching you, my love," he whispered.

"Who are you?" I pleaded, backing into a corner.

"My name is Arcane. You've broken my heart so many times and failed to even acknowledge my existence. All I want is to be with you, but there are so many people in the way. And so I realized; the only way I could ever have you completely to myself, the only way you could forever be mine, is if we died together that way."

He grabbed my hand but I quickly pulled away.

"Time is running out," he pointed out. The fire was beginning to engulf the exits and I could hear the morphing and crying of the burning, warping wood.

"In any afterlife, or lack thereof, I would still never be yours. You're a psychopath," I exclaimed. A hurt look crossed his face.

"I thought you were different," he whispered, "Normal people call me a psychopath. It's only the misunderstood who understand me. I thought we could have a life together. I've dreamed of it for so long. All I have ever wanted is you in my arms, I would be so good to you," he revealed.

He had the saddest defeated look on his face, "Please. I understand now. You clearly don't want me, and I will accept that. I only wish I knew that from the beginning so that I could have stopped all of this. But there's no time left now. Please, take my hand."

He collapsed to the ground in agony. I told him that we could change all of this if we acted now and made our escape.

"I'm too heartbroken to carry on," his eyes dazed into the distance, longing. I tried to grab his hand to pull him up, but he refused. He really did seem physically weakened. I needed someone stronger to carry him out of the burning house.

"Arcane, please try to get up," I pleaded one last time. The ceiling was beginning to collapse from the fire.

"There is one final bomb that will explode soon. You need to leave before it detonates. Leave me here, go, carry on," he whispered with a voice full of despair.

I couldn't just leave him here, but there was no way I could convince him to go with me. I opted to find someone stronger to carry him from the house.

"Arcane - I am coming back for you. Please, don't give up yet. We can change all of this," I pleaded.

"Promise you will come back for me?" He looked up and added.

"I promise," I whispered back.

I ran out of the burning building and cried for help. I told one of the firefighters that there was still someone left inside the burning house who could no longer walk and he needed to be saved.

But as soon as those words came out of my mouth, the bomb in the house exploded, leaving only wreckage.



I was struck with sorrow.

After several hours, only ashes remained. I searched through the wreckage for any sign of life. I found Arcane's body, depleted of breath. His skin had remained untouched by the fire, but his spirit was long gone. He was lifeless, his body full of sadness as someone who hadn't had their promise fulfilled.

Dodgeball Ritual

I'm sitting with my sister, watching a dodgeball game. All of the players are wearing gray shirts with four check-boxes in a row across the front, with a variable number of boxes containing X's. Only one person, a friend of my sister's, has all four boxes marked, and I ask her about it. "It's because he's dead," she says. Meaning he's already been hit four times, and it's an unusual circumstance that he would continue the game under these circumstances. "Oh," I laugh. "That explains why there's no one else wearing that."

One of the players gets the ball, senses an alley, and charges up the gym towards the end zone. There's a player from the other team right behind him, and it looks like he's going to get tackled, but he does a baseball slide and he makes it! But he goes past a wall and out of my line of sight. People are celebrating his point, but he calls out that he still got hit. So it's a point, but he gets a mark on his shirt. I try to remember--did he already have three?

He comes back past the wall. Yes, three marks. So he's "dead," now. Suddenly I wonder if there's a ritual to commemorate this occasion. I ask my sister, but then my question is answered for me when the guy carries out an ornate chair and a purple blanket patterned with silver stars, setting the chair in the middle of the gym.

I switch places with the player, so now I'm sitting on the stool, trying to cover myself with the blanket. Everyone standing around the chair has a funereal expression on zir face. Once I'm covered, I'm whisked off backstage somewhere. There are musicians back there. Later, when another player is whisked off in the same ceremony, I notice that one of the musicians is rushing terribly.

Laser Tag Classroom

I'm sitting in a classroom when I see an enemy sneaking through the door. "Watch out!" I shout. Then I pull out my laser tag gun and start shooting at them. They angrily shoot back at me, but for some reason their shots don't seem to register on my suit. I feel awkward, like somehow I'm cheating. Should I just pretend that they hit me, since by all rights they probably should've? But then the person shooting at me loses all of her HP and leaves. By now the classroom has prepared its defense against the incoming invasion. More enemies come through the door, and people start shooting. All of the enemies are shooting exclusively at me, and it's overwhelming. Plus, one of them is somehow launching laser grenades at me. I have absolutely no idea how to do that, and I feel like I'm losing. And indeed, soon all of my HP is gone. I guess they got their vengeance, but that was not fun.

There is a storm coming. Flooding is being considered a very realistic danger. I am preparing my home for the impact. It is a very cloudy, gray day outside. i am trying to lure all of the (stray?) dogs into my home. There is a man in uniform here momentarily. He is helping me, prepare of maybe just nudging me to hurry the preparations before the storm sets in good. I think he is a fireman. As he is leaving I go through the double garage doors to the stairs that lead to my home. I turn back and request that he shut the garage doors on his way out.

"There is a button near the top of the door inside. You can push it and still make it through the door in time."

I am starting to panic and become paranoid now. I'm worried that he won't close the door properly and wondering if I'll have enough time to do it myself.

Inside and out we prepare. Mom is here as well as Suzette. At least two times I notice a cigarette on the floor and consider smoking it. A single one. We stand at the side of the house where a chorus of electronic, chords and outlets are strewn about, plugged into the house. We are discussing weather or not to take them in the house. Which seems silly to me.

Every time I go into my house or some aspect of my house, I am put through this complicated entry process involving a computer with code, password, algorithm etc. I get confused every time I try and remember the entry yet I know that I know it. The entry is like an elevator with a lot of yellow, metal and glass.
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I am going down a familiar hallway in a familiar place.
Very cave like with stone.
Like the inside of a castle on Mario Land.
I go to take an elevator contraption to another area but jump on after it starts back down.
Now I am on the top of the elevator/lift contraption.
I remember thinking that it's okay if I die because I have an infinite number of lives here.
And as I descend with the lift, I begin to wonder if it will hurt.
Just as I'm starting to worry, we take a sharp stop then turn.
The lift is now traveling horizontally.
The walls of the shoot are like mining tunnels.
All packed dirt, stone and wooden beam.
I see that up ahead I'm going to run into something that will surely mangle and kill me.

"But it's okay," I think to myself, "because I have more lives. But will it hurt?"

I begin to feel the pressure of this vague obstacle coming down upon me, squeezing the life from me. No pain.

Sleep Time: 11:00 p.m - 5:54 a.m

A Brother's Death

My little brother has died. I am somehow able to talk to him after his death. I am asking him questions I now can't recall.

Sleep Time: 7:00 a.m - 8:00 a.m

A Small Lucid

I'm walking around outside somewhere. The dream feels real but kind of off so I do a couple of RCs. They fail and so I continue on with the dream. I try another RC a little bit later and it works. The dream isn't very vivid and I don't have a lot of control but I know what I want to do. I try to fly and succeed a little. I raise my arms like superman and jump straight up. I almost make it up and over my house but I fall when I get to the roof. I then try to change the dream scene. I try going through doors and spinning but I alway end up in the same place. I eventually lose lucidity.

//No LDs//

#1 - W.I.T.C.H.

I was reading some kind of W.I.T.C.H. magazine. I searched for character that I "might become" (whatever it means...). I found two of them with descriptions. One looked like Hay Lin. Can't remember the other one. It could be Cornelia, though. Anyway, I wasn't sure which one I should choose. I was near 'Cornelia', but my cousin said [with a big smile - he wasn't serious] 'Hay Lin' is perfect to play. Then he showed keywords that described her. It was "happy, melicious, bitchy". So I decided it will be 'Hay Lin'.
Don't remember rest of the dream.

#2 - Prediction of Death.

I was in some room with man and woman who were around 50. I knew their two sons. And I somehow knew they're going to die. So I told parents it. Mother started crying. Didn't see father's reaction. I knew that one of the sons will be shot in the chest.
Later this one was in some empty building. There were bunch of people who were trying to shoot him. I'm not sure if they weren't halfdead or even fulldead (zombies?). And building was really old. I took guy's hand and started running away with him. I was trying to protect him. I got two shots - one around the chest and another one in the stomach. But I didn't stop running, though I was tired. Felt like I was going to fall. I knew I can't stop, so I kept running, ignoring everything.
Finally, we left the building.
And then... All I remember is that I couldn't save him.

#3 - X-men.

I've become one of the X-men. It was very, veryyy exciting. We were already supposed to sleep, but I and Scott wanted to find something. I don't know what was that, but we were very careful about it. We were jumping instead walking, because we thought steps are too loud.
Then someone woke up and started searching... for us? Not sure. But he was really near and there light turned on. I turned it off, but there was still on!
It turned out that 'he' was Wolverine. He wasn't mad, rather amused and let us continue it all.

Dream 1- After some of this dream has passed I am standing in a bright city around some other people and we get into a helicopter and fly a little ways away. We land in front of a graveyard which is in the city but has a fence around it. We go in and there is this spirt there and we start to fight it.

Fragment 1- I am looking at a map and we are trying to get to a center are which is in a square and had a stairway going up each side of it.

Dream 2- I am in the cafeteria with my friends and we are trying to Wild in the middle of lunch. We all close are eyes on three and just sit there trying to Wild but it doesn't succeed.

Dream 3- I am in my house and my parents are in the middle of fighting. I threaten my dad that if he touches my mom I'm going to slam this metal flowerpot into his nuts

Dream 4- I am in the hallway walking to my classroom and I stop and talk to a few people that I know. I then enter class and my mom is there and for some reason I now have a my sleeping bag and a pillow. The teacher turns off the lights and we all start to watch a movie on the smart board. After a little while I become the character in the movie.

So I'm at some olympic event, next to a C130...guarding it. I'm hearing reports about some attack and the way the other units I was with just arrived. They said they had to build an entire well structure before they could start heading our way. Anyways....big wigs roll by, and I try to ignore them. One is Rondal Regan. I shook his hand, and it almost crumpled. I told him I wasn't expecting such a soft handshake from him. I addresssed him as "Mr. President" too. We started talking about death. We were both ready to die in this mission.

Dream - Lucid

I was with Ryan. Apparently, his marriage didn't work out, so he went back to me. I was leaning and cuddling on him.

We were then watching some news clip I think of a Middle Eastern or maybe a Spanish guy in a bike race. Something happened, and he started shouting in another language, took a gun, and blew his face off. I didn't look at the part where he killed himself.

His white shirt with various little logos on it was then laid out in front of us. It was clean of any blood, surprisingly. I thought to myself that maybe they washed it. I touched it. I then caught a whiff of sweat. It was from the shirt. I thought about how very hauntingly strange it was that his shirt still smelled like sweat and all that, but he was no longer alive. It was a bit unsettling.

Then, we were outside this small house, and moving on some sort of train with it. I think we were sitting down. The train then picked up speed, and we were then going so fast, that everything, including us, started to look polygonal; the best thing I can compare it to would be N64 graphics. We just kept going faster and faster.

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I then woke up for a bit, tossed and turned, then, when I got comfy and I got my brain to stop going a mile a minute, I felt the buzzing in my head associated with SP. I knew I was going to be in a dream soon, so I concentrated on staying calm so I wouldn't jar myself out of it.

I then was sitting in my living room, staring at an orange cat sitting on the floor. It looked like Pounce, a cat we had to put to sleep last year. I thought that was odd...I must be dreaming. To check, I stared at the cat, and concentrated on changing its appearance. It then changed into an orange and white cat that looked like a cat named Kira I looked after one time. Definitely a dream!

I looked at my hand, and I counted 8 fingers. That's...a lot more extra fingers than I'm used to seeing in dreams. Oh well. My mom then walked quickly by, and down the hallway. I went after her, about to tell her we were in a lucid dream, but I couldn't really talk...it was weird, like something was blocking my voice from coming out.

I then went into the bathroom instead, and looked in the mirror. My face looked weird and dark at first, and was slightly covered by my hair, so I got closer to the mirror, and...my facial features were all mixed up. As I continued to look, some features disappeared completely, and my face looked almost like a blank sheet of skin. Very, very strange.

I woke up after that, but kept my eyes closed, and soon enough, I was feeling the buzzing again. I decided to experiment, and tried to concentrate the buzzing to my heart to see what happened. I didn't notice much difference, so I concentrated it to my head instead. I buzzed for awhile, then, I was again in a dream. I don't remember much from this one, except for there was a point that I was outside, flying amongst the green trees in the daytime, little by little gaining height. I still don't think I could talk.

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I then was in a non-lucid. All I can remember from this is that I was "remembering" a dream "memory". As I was "remembering" it, I wondered if it had been real memory or a dream memory, but ultimately decided it was real. I was "remembering" going to an Asian man's house for sleep therapy. He was in his thirties, and had glasses. I "remembered" sitting in a big living area with him on lots of pillows that covered the floor. I then "remembered" sitting on a bed with him, and watching him smoke heroin out of a glass pipe? It was so weird. I did not join him in partaking of the dangerous drug. I don't think I was supposed to tell anyone about him smoking the heroin.

That's really all I can remember though, is "remembering" going to sleep therapy at this guy's house, and watching him smoke drugs, wondering whether or not it all really happened. I'm sure there was more to it than that, but that's all I can really recall.

I have had a majorly busy week at this new job. I absolutely love it; I am SO blessed to have this job. It's had to be the first thing on my mind though, so dream recall has had to take the back burner. Next week won't be as busy, so I'll be trying to remember more dreams.

Dream - Lucid

I was at home, and started to think about a guinea pig my brother apparently had. It looked like it had tortiseshell fur, which is black with yellow-orange flecks. I hadn't heard about it in awhile. I then "remembered" what happened. He had moved the guinea pig's container, which was a HUGE glass aquarium-type thing, like you'd see the rodents in in Petsmart, into the garage, because he had rearranged his room. I then had this realization that Blake hadn't paid ANY attention to this guinea pig in a couple of months. The guinea pig was probably dead.

This made me pretty mad, because he has a fish too (IWL he actually does have the fish), and he was bad about cleaning out its tank (IWL this really is an issue...at least for me). I couldn't fathom how someone could take in a living animal, and then just forget about it and let it die. I approached Blake about it, and he didn't seem too concerned, though he did acknowledge that he had forgotten about him. He went into the garage to check up on it. I didn't want to look, because I figured the poor little guy was definitely dead by now. However, when Blake came back, he said the guinea pig was fine and just sleeping. I pictured it asleep in its food dish. I wondered how it stayed alive for that long with no food, water, or having its cage cleaned out. I told Blake it had probably been eating its own feces to stay alive.

This next stuff gets a little confusing in my mind. I'll try to put it into some sort of order that makes sense.

I realized I was dreaming, so, to not lose the dream, I kept repeating in my head "Stay in the dream, stay in the dream..." which at least helped keep the dream colorful and vivid. I also did some hand examinations, not to RC, but so I wouldn't lose focus on the dream world.

I saw that I was in my room. I walked up to the mirror, and saw myself. I looked the same aside from my hair, which was short, straight, and dark red. I also had short bangs. Looking back, the hairstyle reminds me of flappers from the 20s. I smiled, cause it looked good. I was then topless and my boobs were way huge. I thought it was kinda hot really, and started to think about sexy time things, but it wasn't really working too well. I looked at myself in the mirror again, and I still had the different hair.

I then woke up, but DEILDed into another dream. I was then staring at some picture on the wall of my room. I repeated the "Stay in the dream..." stuff, but I don't think it lasted very long.

I DEILDed again, but this time, I went into a non-lucid. The guinea pig situation was still an issue. But this time, when I confronted Blake about it and he checked on the little guy, it was dead. Big surprise. That's what happens when you neglect an animal for 2 months. I just didn't understand why it wasn't a huge deal for Blake. I don't know if I confronted him or not about the issue, but I know I was angry, and thought to myself how mind-boggling it was that someone could take responsibility for an animal's life, and just forget about it. I pictured the guinea pig in its cage in the garage, dead in its food dish. I thought back to the previous part of the dream where the guinea pig was alive, and figured that I had just dreamed that up.

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I was sitting at a kitchen table in someone's house, and I took a little white pill called "Molly" and washed it down with some water that was in a glass to my right on the table (something I've never done or seen IWL and never EVER want to do...I've seen stuff like this mess up too many lives). It was nighttime outside. I don't remember who I was with, but I started to freak out before it kicked in, saying to myself in my head stuff like well you can forget going to sleep tonight and stuff like that. I immediately regretted taking the damn thing. I contemplated texting Aaron, who had done it before, and telling him, but I didn't.

I then remember being in a room with some other people. We were apparently waiting on Austin to come over. I knew he just wanted to smoke. I was starting to feel the pill now, and I felt hyper and twitchy. Ugh. It was stressing me out pretty badly. Austin was then there. I don't remember much else about that part, other than there was a small point where I became lucid while I was sitting next to someone and talking, but I just let things go on as they were instead of taking advantage of the moment.

I was then running around outside at what I think was dusk with this little boy of about 10 years old. He was chasing me and laughing. I felt weird about it, like the little boy was somehow inappropriately attracted to me. He then grabbed my waist as we ran, and then, he moved his hands under my shirt and on my waist. Definitely inappropriate behavior. I kept running for a second or two before I woke up.