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Note: These fragments may be out of order chronologically. NON-LUCID

There was a city built within high almost "castle like" walls, these walks were built very high to conceal the city. I was walking around with me and a few companions, one of them being my old high school friend. We were searching for the venue hall, as my professor's saxophone quartet was about to play (IRL his quartet is one of the best in the world and is actually performing this weekend across the country).

The walls were stone, the ground was a mix of earth and stone pathways. I kept getting lost trying to find the concert venue.

I remember being with my boyfriend, still in the city but this time we were doing laundry at one of the Laundromats within the confines of the city. We had a LOT of laundry to do. We almost left it unattended because we wanted to go someplace else for some reason, until I spoke up and said that we need to take care of the laundry, and at least get it into baskets before we leave. I think I said something to the effect of "We don't want someone stealing our clothes while we are gone."

I remember running from these large, grey hound-type dogs. They were rabid and vicious. I almost want to say they were the guard dogs of this city, yet they were mistaken in attacking us, perhaps just attacking anything. I remember telling my friends and I to get to higher ground to escape them. We frantically climbed up a smaller wooden wall and stoop upon it while the rabid dog below attempted to jump, snarl and bite at us.

I am in a class room with my HS friend again. We are being passed out worksheets to try and calculate our final grade in the class. I being to fill in the blanks when another classmate, some young blonde girl, tries to tell me that I can't fill in the blanks giving the information I had. I tell her "what do you mean I can't do it? I'm good at math and I can figure it out". She just shrugged and said "Ok then, suit yourself". As I attempted the task again I realize that the numbers I have been given don't add up, and that I cannot complete the assignment like the blonde said.

Then, I was at a pub, or bar, with again one of my HS friends, but a different one this time. We first start off in the very large bathroom behind the counter of the pub. The bathroom was unisex and had many stalls for anyone to use. Just outside the bathrooms were almost "lounge type" areas with couches, TVs, and books for patrons who perhaps did not want to drink could enjoy. I remember sitting at the bar, ordering a drink I don't recall. The bar itself was the color orange, and there was a large pumpkin behind the bar. I remember my friend asking me if we wanted to go sit at a table, I said ok. We went to the back of the dinning area to sit with our drinks and talk. I remember we had to speak about something important, but I don't recall what that was. We look over to the table next to us, a middle age man sat with his young son drinking and being happy. They were very loud, but kind, and they told stories of their adventures together. The older gentlemen noticed us watching them and asked if we would like to join. I think we agreed because we sat down at their table and chatted with them a while.

**That's all I can recall for now**

My friend and I go into a bar with a monk we both know. My friend orders a sandwich and a few drinks. I look up at the menu, but can't read it clearly because I haven't done my eye exercises. I look back and the monk has disappeared, no where to be found. I look up at the menu again, trying to decide what to get as I wait for someone to come back to the counter to let me order. I decide I'll just get whatever is in the top left corner, I don't really care what it is.

As the cashier comes back, a group of people come into the bar and cut in front of me. A few of them give their order, then I step in front to place mine next. A really tall strong guy shoves me aside telling me he's next in line. I tell him "I was here first"
"Do you want to fight about it?" He asks.
"I don't want to fight" I tell him, and just walk over to the other cash register where no one is in line at all. I look back and see the big guy air boxing, throwing some really hard punches that look like they would kill me.

Another guy comes over to this second cash register and shoves me aside asking, "Do you think you could beat me up?"

Even though I'm pretty sure I could beat him up, I tell him, "No, you're stronger than I am, there's no way I could beat you up". Before I can finish my sentence, he puts his finger in my mouth. I'm really tempted to bite down on it really hard, but don't really want to get into a fight, so I just wait a few seconds and he takes it out. Then he starts calling me all kinds of mean names, trying to make me mad and start a fight.

Ignoring his taunts, I place my order, "Whatever is in the top left of your menu up there" as I point to the hanging menu. Loud music has replaced the two men who were trying to fight me, and it is hard to speak loud enough to order. The cashier then tries to give me a bunch of chicken, fried chicken patties, and other types of chicken. I don't really want it, but accept two of them anyway.

My friend hasn't gotten his sandwich yet, so I go over to join him as we wait for our food.

I'm a bit disappointed in myself for managing my time so poorly lately.
Somehow I have picked up a really bad habit of procrastinating.
And because of this I end up spending much less time on LD activities than I intend to.
I'm seriously considering to block reddit/youtube like sites for a few days a week...



I find myself on a beach. It is quite late, the sun is going down.
I should probably walk back to the hotel before it gets too dark...
Unfortunately I don't recognize any of the buildings alongside the beach.
Am I lost? How does that even happen?

Realizing that the situation is somewhat out of the ordinary I try to increase my awareness.
However, my thoughts feel scrambled. I am unable to come to a conclusion.
Now what? Am I dreaming or not? This does feel pretty real...
I decide to fall back on a more robust technique, the nose plug RC.

I can breathe normally through my plugged nose. This is a dream.
Wait really? I look at my hands and they seem perfectly normal.
I walk over to the first person I find, which is an elderly man, whom I assume is walking back to his hotel.

"Excuse me."
"Yes?"
"Am I dreaming?"

The man seems rather confused by my question.
In retrospect, that was probably not the most intelligent thing to do.
I decide that the answer to my question should be behind myself.
I turn back towards the ocean.

This is no longer the beach I was on previously on. This is my beach!
I must have changed scenes during the short moment when I was turning.
Sweet!

I try to remember my dream goals, and for once I actually manage to remember them!
My only dream goal at the moment is to "calm the fuck down".

(Lately I often forget to properly stabilize my dreams when I become lucid.
And then to make up for it, I rush through the dreams out of fear that they might end prematurely,
which is of course the worst possible thing to do.)

I slowly walk towards the ocean, taking all the time in the world.
The sound of the water is very relaxing, and I love the contrast between the warm sand and the refreshingly cold ocean breeze.
Eventually I take a few steps into the ocean, getting my feet wet. The water is very cold.

As I look at the stars, I feel a familiar presence.
It's Yuya! This is going to be a great night.

Ever since I found this picture and felt that it reminded me of her,
she's been playing around with hair colors a lot.
Today it's mostly orange and blue.
She can change it simply by shaking her head.
She's smiling at me the way she always does.

"Come out and play?"

At first I find it a little amusing that she phrases her question this way.
But then it reminds me of when I was very young, and I'd go knocking on the neighbours door to ask them to come out and play in the street.
Back then there was nothing to worry about, no important decisions to make.
I'd ask my friends to come out with the sole goal of having a good time.
Perhaps what I initially found a little odd, was after all the perfect way to phrase it.

This starts off a series of DEILDs.
I've written down the fragments I remember.
Unfortunately I don't remember them very well.
The last few moments before I woke up are quite clear, but everything before that is a bit of a blur.

Fragment 1:
I help Yuya prepare dinner at her place.
I'm not of much help though, given that I don't know any of the herbs and spices she has, nor the meat that she wants to prepare.
She is very patient with me, and explains how to prepare everything,
even though she knows that I probably won't remember any of it.
It takes us a good hour to prepare everything.
Liv joins us for dinner. (And there was someone else as well I think.)
Everything tastes absolutely wonderfully.
Later, I help Yuya to do the dishes.
She knows that my dream time is limited, and I can feel that it makes her really happy that I spend it with her,
even if it means doing something as mundane as doing the dishes.

Fragment 2:
In my scribble DJ I wrote "Dance" "Leaf in the wind" and "Happy".
I don't remember anything about this fragment though, and I don't recall taking these notes.

Fragment 3:
We're at a Café, sitting outside, enjoying the good weather and some amazing drinks.

Crow joins us. He felt my presence so he came by to say hi.
Since there's drinks and Yuya and Liv are here, he obviously decides to stay.
He ends up ordering something that isn't on the menu.

They bring us a plate with very small pipettes on it, all containing a small amount of a yellow liquid.
It's quite fun really, you use the pipette to place a single drop of the liquid onto your tongue.
It immediately gives you that cold chill / frisson feeling all over your body.
It also tastes rather sour. Perhaps a little like lemon juice.

Fragment 4:

Crow, Yuya and I are on some sort of airship.
It looks more like an old sail ship though, nothing like an actual airship.
Does fly rather well though, even though I'm sure this violates a few laws of physics.
According to Crow, there are very few of these, and it is very difficult to get a ride on one.
It is quite late and we all sit on the front deck watching the sun go down.
Yuya leans against me because she is really tired.

Crow is telling a very captivating story about love and betrayal.
It is quite an emotional story.
Usually his stories are about himself, and he exaggerates... a lot, I'm pretty sure he even makes stuff up on occasion.
His stories are quite amazing though, I'll give him that. Plus, he's a fantastic story teller.
I don't mind that he does this, we all know that it's for entertainment.
But this time around he claims that it is a fictional story about another person.
And then there's the way he narrates it. It is quite different. More serious, and seemingly less exaggerated.
I'm convinced that this time, he's actually telling a genuine story from his past.
The story eventually comes to an end. (It was a little sad, but I recall that there was a silver lining)

"Say, aren't you supposed to wake up or something? You've been staying for an awfully long time."
"Oh Crow... you're not supposed to remind dreamers about that."
"Why not?"
"Waking up is not something you want to think about."
"Why?"
"It could make you wake up."
"It can?"
"Unfortunately, yeah."
"That is rather inconvenient."
"It is."
"Seriously though, isn't it bad for you to spend entire days asleep so that you can be here?"
"Haha, I appreciate your concern Crow, I really do, but fortunately it doesn't work quite like that."
"I assure you, on the other side I've been asleep for a few hours at most."
"Huh, that is quite fascinating. It is good to know that I don't have to worry then."
"I'll make sure not to mention anything about waking up in the future."
"Thanks mate. I appreciate it."
"Sure... mate."

(There was a joke earlier in the dream about saying "mate", but I cannot quite recall what it was.)

"Anyways, I'm afraid I have to get going. I'm running late."
"Take care."
"So long."

Crow charges forwards and disappears in a cloud of colorful particles.
I think that's the first time I've seen him do that.
The dream is slowly becoming unstable.
I can no longer see beyond the airship.
The airship itself has also become somewhat blurry and desaturated.

Only Yuya I can still see clearly.
She seems to have fallen asleep, resting her head on my shoulder.
I can feel her chest expand against me as she breathes.
Even if it is just for a short moment, perhaps for just a fraction of a second,
it makes me really believe that she is out there somewhere, and not a construct of my own mind.
Sometimes I wish I could entertain this thought for longer, because I find it quite beautiful...

Dream 1
Recorded at 3:30am

I'm in the game of Battlefield 4. I check the score board and I notice that it's 5 vs 0. I decide to change teams with another player. We're in a tank together and we're getting snuck up on by the enemy which are trying to use C4 to send us to the heavens. I see them on a pile of rubble and hit the gas and make a successful get away.

I'm walking down a street where the Beavers live and I see a scene of a person acting like they're a bouncy ball. They are bouncing back and forth through a tight spaced area. It seems as if it keeps going through a cycle.

Dream 2
Recorded at 7:44am

Im walking with Germain Ivanks and maybe his brother. Germain brings up convocation about Lachlan and that he is getting kicked out of his own house that he built due to being behind in payments. The building company will take money out of his house until he pays. He is going to be moving in with his parents again. Germain also mentions that his Bungalow isn't finished which I thought is where he would be staying [It has been built IRL].

Germain talks about Hayley Ball and that she looks amazing since losing weight. I agree with him and mention she's pretty smokin' these days. I tell him that we use to talk to one another in Facebook now and then but eventually I started ignoring her.

We're now in front of an open fridge.I see a Facebook comment area in my vision and notice that Germain has uploaded 2 photos. 1 of a minor trophy and the other a major trophy. Meaning that Hayley has upgraded from minor to major. I pour myself a shot of something. I put in which looks like dirty water with a shot of spirits. I take a sip and it tastes like absolute shit.. I scrunch my face up to it. I let the other fellas try and their reactions are pretty similar.

Dream 3
Recorded at 7:44am

Im working at my old job at Hafele. I'm looking at a pallet of goods. I see some eye glasses which don't have any lenses in them. The pallet looks pretty heavy and I'm worried it may be over the weight limit. I see a truck pull up which confirms that it doesn't matter too much about the weight as it's going via truck and not van.

Dream 4
Recorded at 9:00am

I'm at my house sitting in my Dads lounge room with him. Someone is on the computer across from the lounge room.

I see Luke Brea come through the garage entrance and we have a little chat. He walks over to the computer and talks to whoever is on it [think it may have been my brother sitting at the PC]. Luke says he's going now which was strange considering he had only just got here. I thought maybe it was because Josh wasn't here yet and didn't want to be here without him. Josh arrives shortly after and I mention to him about Luke making a brief appearance. [I think we're all meeting up before school starts].

I'm now in a shopping centre in my home town. Im with a few people. Josh and maybe Dave Clarke are the only ones I remember. We are playing around and doing some silly moves to the music in the background, outside a cafe. I break out into a "what I think of" as a bit of a stylish dance. A couple of girls in the background which are sitting at a table smile and laugh at me. I feel happy that I made them laugh. There is 2 girls, 1 with blonde and other with ?brown hair?. The blonde hair girl looked like a mans.

As we're sitting down chatting, I see Eddy Ivanks. I think that we may be late to school and see that it's almost 9.00am. I'm drinking bottled water the whole time I was sitting down.

Not to far away from where we just were, is where you buy frozen ice blokes, which are in all different shapes and sizes. We all line up in a single line with the rest of the crowd. I remember that I've been drinking un-distilled water and feel not too happy about it. And to make things worse, I forget to bring it to school with me.

I see Jordan Chichi near us and we greet him. I think Ben Forskin mentions his old nick name to him as he greets him. It brings back memories and I think it's great and laugh.

As we leave the area I see a small shop selling food. Inside the shop is some kind of stage play going on. It's pretty high class stage show they're putting on. The food they're selling is only a small range. It's set up similar to sushi and I see a savoury piece with orange stuff in the Center of the savoury shell.

As I'm about to leave the area I see Dave Clarke come by and he's wearing one of the most coolest suits. It really suits him, perfectly fitted. Dave's waiting at the small shop and he mentions about him being in a good head space and I agree with him and that I've noticed it in his persona and to continue doing what he's doing.

As we all leave the area we're all feeling pretty hip and cool. Kind of have a certain swagger to ourselves. Those two girls from earlier are chasing Dave. They look as if they're in love with him and won't leave him alone. Dave doesn't want a bar of it and tells them to go away as he's not interested. I walk up to the girls and talk to them. They actually look a lot better then I first thought when seeing them earlier. I tell both girls, especially the blonde one that they both have majestic looking eyes, which they did, they really stood out, and that I wasn't trying to cut in on Dave but just had to let them know not too feel too bad about Dave as they could get a lot of guys no problems.

We continue walking and reach a crowded area and have to stop. I continue talking to the girls and I feel quite small and hunched over for some reason. I hear about a fight break out in the distance and try and get a look but I'm too short to see over everyone. I catch a small glimpse of who was fighting.

Dream 5

I'm in court/street where Germain lives. I'm on the lawn of where we used to kick the light post. I have some devices set up on the lawn and using the power from the house without the owner knowing. I think I have a couple girls with me, or they're just observing. I start to feel a bit paranoid about the owner knowing what I was doing, as I am pretty close to the window. I see the certain's move as if someone is taking a little peak out the sides of the certain's. This makes me even more worried. I can now see the blinds nearest to be open up. I'm convinced they might be able to see me and decide to pack my stuff up in a tightly together and hope that they don't see it.

Side Notes

Pretty happy with my motivation last night. Coming off a poor night the night before last, I've now recorded the most dreams in one night since getting back into lucid dreaming.

Morning of June 8, 2014. Sunday.



I am in what seems like some sort of composite of the kitchen at Barolin Street (in Australia) and the one in my sister Marilyn’s house (in America). There is at one point a concern that people had thrown out the older originals of dream work, report cards, drawings, and some original school work from my Kindergarten and part of first grade days (prior to my family’s moving to Florida years ago). This is not the major aspect of my dream, though. (In terms of recordings, my brother Leslie had sent me a large box of reel to reel and cassette tapes and paper and picture data transferred to CDs in real life, some even from my other sister’s house in real life.)

There is a strange focus on how my brother-in-law is “gone” though my sister is still alive. In fact, in real life, the opposite is true. At any rate, I decide to have a drink of lime soda. Somehow I end up accidentally pouring it into a bowl of apricots of the kind in syrup from a can. I then try to get some of the juice into a different glass on a bookshelf.

After a time, I end up with three glasses of drink, all mixed in slightly different proportions. My wife wants to drink from one glass but then reports that “it isn’t apricot juice” even though it is only about ten percent lime soda by that point. We end up drinking a bit from transparent glass bowls. I end up drinking most of it and I believe my mother is there in the background.

After I wake up, I end up pouring some of my cola into the wrong cup on the counter, which is kind of amusing but not precognitive in any way, just pure absentmindedness.

During day: (RCs + DS)x10

Total Sleep Time: 7 hrs

Dream recall method: D1-D4 – keywords in notepad; tried to recall D3-D4 somewhat when going back to bed; D5 –straight to tablet after final wake

Dream1: I am back to our first home and live with my parents again. It is late night and I just came back from somewhere. A former classmate has organized a meeting at 12:10 (evening), so I want to go there. I tell my mom that I am going out, although I know she won’t let me. She doesn’t say anything and I take this opportunity to leave as fast as possible. But instead of that, I start preparing to go out and it takes me a very long time, I go to the restroom two times, and it’s 12:50 already. I finally leave and hope that my friends are still there. They are meeting in some kind of a bar where they serve sea food. I head in the direction of the place and try to call the organizer of the event.

Dream2: I am in our first home again, this time in my room. It is dark outside, a few lights are on. I am in the bed with Cal Lightman. He looks terrific, there is not a single wrinkle on his face, a perfect radiant complexion. I feel attracted to him. Since the light is on, the neighbours can actually see me, so I go to the window to block the view of whatever may take place in my room. I can see that there is someone in the nearby building that may actually be watching, so I try to adjust the curtains. That’s not easy at all because the curtain is constantly changing and does not cover the entire window. Once I am satisfied with the result I go back to the bed to Cal, but he is not there anymore. I see an inflatable boat on the floor. It starts to self-inflate and I try to hold it back from expanding in the whole room.



Fragment3: I am in some kind of disco bar most likely with my boyfriend and some unknown DC friends. I start mixing the drinks. I order twice an “amaretto” drink which is more like an alcoholic chocolate mousse. I pay in banknotes that I lay on the table: 20, 10, 10. I have left 2x10 for me, which should be enough to cover another round.

Dream4: In some house with my bf. My mom is there as well. The agreement was that I can sleep over in my bf’s place, but instead I change my mind and decide to spend the night at my parents’ place. My bf is somewhat disappointed but I tell him I will come by in the next few days.

I am in a large building that has been made to accommodate a museum. I am wondering which floor to go to. I see a large painting on the wall and the signature of the artist or some kind of title. I read it out loud. My mom corrects me and pronounces it with two different accents “Exhibition of the composiccion”??? [end]

The alarm wakes me up, 1 hour before my final desired wake time. I visit the restroom, note key words, and have an average desire to lucid. I go back to bed, trying to review the last dream but I fall asleep.

Dream5 [DILD, ToTM]: I am in my old place and am looking through the window. I see some guys carrying a strangely shaped case, I am almost sure that there is some kind of weapon in there. I look back to inside of the room and suddenly become lucid. My bf is sitting on the bed behind me, but I pay no attention to him. I feel a bit as if everything is submerged in invisible water. I look to what is in front of me and a small dog appears in the room. It looks like pug breed type and it moves around really fast. I find it hard to follow it with my gaze. It transforms and is now another kind of puppy with brownish fur. I remember I should try to interact with the dream, grab something, so I grab the puppy and caress it a bit. Then I remember that I have to eat something for ToTM. [IRL I thought it would be easier to lick something, but completely forgot it in the dream] I look at the puppy, which is quickly transformed into some strange kind of meat left-over, and I wonder if I should eat the puppy? No way I eat that puppy, or whatever it is now! I get slightly distracted as next to the ex-puppy leftover is some wool thread and I have a strong desire to thought-lift and make it twirl around. I focus my eyes on it and try to move it, but I feel some resistance. I manage to move it a bit but not the way I wanted, I give up.

Still with the eating ToTM in mind, I look frantically around, I need to find something to eat and think of going in the kitchen to look for something. At that point I turn around and I see my bf eating bread. I think, bread ? Too plain, but whatever! He holds the very last piece in his hand. I tell him not to eat it. He mouth-feeds me the piece of soft white bread and I chew it slowly. It tastes like bread. I become very suspicious because of the intensity of the flavour and start thinking that while I am dreaming, my real boyfriend could really be feeding me with some bread and laughing at me. I ask my dream boyfriend if that is the case, but he denies.



Since I am still not awake I decide to do the only other thing I remember – try chanting Om. I go into another room, this is a completely different place now. I am by myself here, there is something wooden and green maybe the window frames, 2 lamps hang as low as my chest. I try to chant omm, but some shriek-like sound comes instead. I feel like this is not going to work. I hear another sound and then see the door to the apartment moving by itself and banging as if moved by the wind. Perhaps I should close it? But then my expectations start to build and I know something or someone is behind the door. Some DC quickly enters through the door, initially the shape of my bf, but it is not him. I don’t want to have another chase ruin the LD, so I try not to pay too much attention to him. At that moment 5-6 DCs enter, behaving a bit menacing they are walking towards me. I try to change my expectations and their reactions. They kind of slow down a bit and are somewhat more manageable so I am pretty happy with that.

I walk out of the apartment, through the door and find myself into something like mall or maybe inside a big store. I see a section where they sell semi-precious stones, some one-piece bracelets made of stone, like jade. I really like what I am seeing. I am starting to lose control over my own actions, perhaps being too happy with the dream. The DCs are following me now as I make a few steps while staring at the precious stones section. My subconscious turns on the music and I start singing a song cabaret style “Lucidity, the dream is fixed, lucidity” and joyfully march a few more steps. [end]

The dream collapses and I find myself in darkness, closed eyelids. I remain still and try to DEILD but can’t reconnect. I begin to feel sleepy so I decide to wake up before I forget everything. The dream memory feels more evasive that usual and I barely manage to hold on to it.

Final notes:I am confirming the best time for my DILDs so far is the last hour before final wake (with 7-8hrs sleep). Today I allowed myself an hour sleep to possibly LD instead of my somewhat successful snooze DILD experiments.

Another thing I find important to note is stabilization. My DILDs last long enough and there is really no need for me to rush like a crazy monkey, compromising dream stability and later recall. Next time: take it slow!

~ 5 am

appointment
A parade, going out

~ 7 am

I am mixing a potion with a finger. Depending on the effect I desire, I use a different finger: pointing, middle, or little finger.

I go down the market. It just opened. I looked for energy drinks.

Face Transplant

A guy was talking to a doc thinking he was in private. It was a futuristic doctors office with clear walls, but it was sound proof. The only thing was, the room had a recording device in it, and everything this patient would say was transmitted through every other room.

At first, I don't know what the patient was in for. The patient was explaining why something should be a certain way and he was a genius telling the doc all these details about the company. The details were important because it was his support for whatever he was explaining.

The doc was smiling because he knew the patient was a genius, and it was a joy to listen to such a sharp mind think. The guy was rattling off support for his argument with information few people would know. The facts he was rattling off were bullshit like water being poured into different glasses and some such, but in the dream it was really good support for his argument.

During the patients explanation, I saw a doc or a michine sewing up a cube of a blue sticky substance. It was as though it had been injured and a futuristic sewing job was taking place. Three needles came down and went just belowe the surface of this substance. the needles were guided buy a lazer or something.

Now the patient in this one docs room is talking to the doc about getting a face transplant. He had already had one transplant to get a nice face. Now he wanted his old face even though it was the ugliest face in the world. The reason is what he was explaining to the doc the whole time.

The company was part his. There was some new technology, but with his new face, the partners wouldn't pay him. It was as though he was someone else. His 2nd surgery would put him back into his old face with hair like an old American aristocrat wig.

It was supposed to be bad that everyone could hear what the patient was saying, but as he told of his plan to have the transplant, it became unimportant because nobody could trick him out of the money from his invention.

Google Lightning

I was sitting in a job interview with another guy. We were waiting to be interviewed, but the other guy was being told he could go home and wasn't going to get the job. He may have already had his interview.

This other guy started making square bowl type shapes out of aluminum foil which he adhered to a protuberance on the ceiling. He put the foil over very particular spots which he said would short something out.

He explained there was a wet screw on the roof that would draw lightning, and when the lightning struck, the electricity would be drawn down to the foil bowls and short out something in the company which had something to do with Google.

Someone was going to fix the problem as it was on the roof, but all of a sudden it was me up on the roof trying to fix the problem. I saw a pole on a wet flooded roof and it was secured some weird way or something. I had to knock it over to disconnect the metal, but I said Fuck THAT as the roof was flooded, and I was standing in it in a lightning storm.

I ran away off the building, and now I'm with a couple friends M. S. and someone else having drinks and smoking some stuff. At first I was only drinking. M. and some girl were smoking like crazy. I decided to take a hit (which I don't do iwl). I took a pipe which was basically melting. I had to hit this pipe where as I hit it, heating it up, the pipe melted and I got this molten ceramic in my mouth. It didn't even have the intended effect, but it was cool to dream.

Then we were in a bar of sorts. Some stuff happened, we left, and then I realized I was missing my wallet. I told a friend who was now a fictitious person. I told him what happened and he said, Do you know how to roll?" He meant how to run away and deal with people shooting at me. I told him yes. He said to go with him, so I did.

We were going to go back into the bar and find out who had my wallet. As we went back to the bar, we went through an elaborate slide. It was like tubes in a water park, except they were metal and there was no water. At some points it was just a flat surface. There were two black guys shooting at each other and we had to avoid their bullets.

Once we got past them, we were outside. Now one of those guys was shooting at us. Batman was with me now. He shot a web like Spiderman, except that it was a slide that came from his wrist. I thought it was ridiculous that he would be able to produces this slide, but since I had to get away from the shooter, I followed his lead and jumped on.

The slide was made out of recycled rubber chips. It was gray, and water was flowing in it. The water helped you move on your stomach to get away from the bad guys without exposing yourself to their bullets. The way the slide was laid out, you could go different ways on the slide making it even harder for the bad guys to hit you. Around one curve there was grass growing around a curve. It was so stupid that this could come from Batmans wrist, but It all worked so well.

The End

Lightning is 5x hotter than the sun.
It is 11:09 PM.

Me and my friend Logan were walking around and we saw an old 10 story brick apartment. It had a balcony at every room, and at eaach balcony someone would stand on it and it would be one of my friends.

I slightly remember me and my friends being captured by this giant robotic alien worm, and we were on its ship.
I had a dream where there was a missing baby at the hospital.

I had a dream that I got a job working for Nintendo, and I got to use some new type of DS. Also I got free drinks!

I was walking through the carpark towards the marina, with one of my best mates Max. It was around 6.00pm on a Saturday evening during the West Australian summer and the sun lay low in the sky, soon to be setting over the ocean horizon. Max and I were talking as we walked towards the marina, other than enjoying the company I was wanting to find my mum a birthday present and card.

Shortly later Max & I were sitting in a small cafe/restaurant in the centre of the marina. It was a well lit, outdoor setting but completely undercover, with small retaining walls and long elegant pot plants marking the boundaries; the tables were square with four seats to a table, two either side (this was the only area constructed slightly differently than in reality). We sat at one of the outermost tables, Max sitting opposite me and at least two people occupying each of the other tables; happily chatting and enjoying their meals. Mila Kunis was sitting at the table across from us dining with her mum; I thought Mila was gorgeous but didn't experience the excitement of being in the presence of a famous movie actress, instead I remained cool and calm. A brief conversation followed, after Mila's mother threw a question our way. The conversation ended well and Max & I finished our meals and continued walking around the marina.

After a short walk we past the restaurant again and Mila's mother stopped me and started a conversation. They were still sitting at the same table enjoying a drink, her mother was clearly trying to set me up with Mila (by this stage I really should have realized I was dreaming). After a positive exchange, we said our farewells and carried on our way. After about 20 meters and another chat, I said good bye to Max as he rode a bicycle off through the carpark south of the marina towards the coastal drive. I then quickly turned around and bought a birthday card for my mum ~ mission complete (minus the present... and Mila Kunis... damn it!)