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I was in a large house, not mine, but I needed to use the bathroom. The nearest one ended up being occupied. The adjacent room led to its bathroom as well, but it was occupied too. I went a short ways down the hall to the main dining area, there were DCs around the table, eating. This room actually had 2 doors leading to small bathrooms. I tried the first, it was occupied. Finally the second one was empty. I shut the door and I was alone in here. The whole bathroom was run down, dirty, and filled with junk. Its like this bathroom was abandoned years ago and no one wanted to take care of it. The other occupied bathrooms I peeked into were nice and clean, even though a DC told me to go away. Well the broken bathroom I was in had a strange metal urinal, with a broken toilet lid sitting inside it. There was also a toilet in a corner with urine all over it. I decided the urinal was my better bet, especially since it flushed when you turned the tap. Now some woman bangs on the door and yells something at me. She isn't going to stop talking, so I decide I'll just find a different bathroom instead. As I make my way back to the door, I notice I'm stepping on something. There are metal ball bearings sticking to the bottom of my feet, guess I'm barefoot? Also there is a sharp piece of metal stuck slightly in my left foot, causing some pain. I pull it out and brush off the ball bearings and the pain goes away.

Now I go down the hallway to the end of the house. There is a patio here that connects more rooms of the house on the other side of the patio. In the patio area though, you got your garden & lawn equipment. I get a mower, intending to use it, but there are already 2 guys going around mowing the grass. One has a pushmower like me, the other one is on a riding mower. I figure by the time I get my mower started, they will be done cutting the grass. So instead I go into the house area on the other side of the patio, I could sense a bathroom in this area. In this one room I met an old guy who was supposed to be my grandpa. He ends up talking to me for awhile, and after I ask if there was a bathroom near, he says yes, but then locks me in the room with him and shuts the window. I guess I'm not supposed to use the bathroom, huh? He keeps talking to me and showing me these giant sized boxes that came with dvds and toys themed after the movie it came with. After that I wake up.

This was actually from Sunday, I just haven't uploaded it until now.

I was in a classroom, and everyone was having some kind of party. We each got a bagel but before we could eat it we had to cut around the edges so that it was perfectly round. I also had to bring one next class, so I was trying hard to remember.*

Then I went downstairs to my locker, and realized I had forgotten the combination. A girl next to me pointed to the principal's office. I thanked her and went in. There were three other kids looking at the long list (stack of papers) of combinations. Once I found mine (0, 0, 35?) I opened my locker, only to realize I didn't need to put anything in or take anything out.

I ran outside so that I wouldn't miss the bus. However, they weren't busses; they were trains. I boarded one, and looked outside the window. Some kid did a backflip and landed right on his neck, so they had to use our train as an ambulance. We had to wait for another train to come. This time I sat all the way in the front. The train was made of very light metal, almost like plastic.

I had some apple cinnamon oatmeal before bed this night, and I think it helped because while I only had three dreams, really, they were pretty long and vivid.

The first dream started out with me at school, trying to buy Yu-Gi-Oh cards, of all things. I had to take them to Mrs. Gunther-Brown to pay for them. For some reason though, I needed an ID to make my purchase. "No problem,' I thought, "I have my driver's license right here." I pulled out my wallet, and opened it up and showed her. (Also at this point, it was now DE that she was just checking to make sure I had everything. I had to go pay for these somewhere else). She took one look at it, and told me my license wasn't there. I looked for myself and, disappointed, I remember I left it at home because I didn't want to lose it or something. She told me, "I guess you could still TRY to buy them," implying that they might forget to check for ID. Suddenly I was sitting in my desk. I guess you could call this a separate dream, but I don't think it was. It was DE that I had dated Kate, and we broke up, and she was in my class. It was the end of the day, and we were all just waiting for the bell that signaled our leave. Many of the kids in class were up and walking in an orderly fashion around the whole room. There were some kids, like myself, Kate, and some others, that didn't join in. My desk was positioned by the back wall, with just enough space between my back and the wall for people to pass through. As the kids walked behind me, Amanda (I think that was her name) tousled my hair as she passed, which was really out of character for her, because she was really shy in school. For some reason this was a big deal to everyone in class, and the students were all like, "Ooooo, guess who has a crush on Chris." Amanda and I knew that she didn't mean anything by it. Rachel was one of the students that was walking around the room, and to take attention off of Amanda and I, she tousled my hair as well when she walked by, as if to show that it wasn't a big deal. I didn't get a chance to thank her. But anyway everyone forgot about the incident when the bell rang and we started home. Somehow I ended up walking with Kate. I think we were just headed the same way, and I didn't want to walk 5 feet behind her the whole time, so I ended up walking with her. It was pretty awkward, since we already broke up and everything, but I tried to make the best of it. I tried to lighten things with some jokes, but she didn't get them, and that just made things more awkward. There was snow on the ground, and we couldn't see the pavement. There were no houses or trees around, either, but eventually we made it to her house. Her mother wasn't there, but her dad was, and this was the first time I was meeting him, even though I already dated his daughter. I knew that he knew I already hurt her by breaking up with her, and I felt pretty bad about it. When I went to shake his hand (my hands were wet for some reason) and properly introduce myself, I knew his thoughts were, "Oh, so THIS is Chris." Her house was pretty small. We were gathered in her kitchen, which had pale and brown tiles on the floor, and cartoonishly red walls. There were three doorways to the room; the way we came in, one leading to a living room, and one leading to the backyard. The one leading to the backyard was at the end of the room opposite where we came in, and by that door on its right, there was the stove on the wall coming towards us. To the left of the door was a wall with various knick-knacks. Next to the stove was the sink, and then the fridge. To our immediate left was the door leading to the living room. Kate's dad was opposite the side of the stove, where there was a small cafe table and a single bar stool in the corner which her dad sat on. Her dad was a pretty big guy. He was wearing a white tee shirt, which I probably could have fit my entire body in. Sitting down, he was taller than me. He had dark, curly hair, and an Italian mustache. After I introduced myself, which made things more awkward than they already were, their weiner dog ran into the room. Kate's dad took out a pack of twizzlers and fed one to the dog. Suddenly Kate and I were in her bathroom. We were flossing, and since I was still being awkward and nervous, I couldn't get a string of floss out of the container. When I finally did, it was all messed up and tangled. At this point, I think we were back together, and I told Kate, "I'm awkward right now, but once we get to know each other better, I won't be as awkward." Out of nowhere, we were suddenly on a cruise ship, and Kate was replaced with Chrissy, although she was supposed to be the same person. At this point in our relationship, we realised that we were soul mates or some shit like that, like it was destiny that we ended up together. Anyway, the whole time we were walking around the cruise ship, the view in my dream was very zoomed out, and I could see the whole cruise ship, surrounded by dark, night waters. Chrissy and I were about half the size of the ship, since my perception was skewed since my view was zoomed out so much. In little time, the cruise ship was ready to "take off". Without notifying us, the middle of the ship was covered in a giant cap in preparation to zoom beneath the seas. We had to hurry beneath it before the ship dove down. Before we could get under the cap, the ship turned around. Chrissy and I held on tight as the ship spun with force. It turned around so fast that at some points, one whole side of the ship would be underwater. Even though it was turning fast, it took a long while to make a full 180. When it was finally done, Chrissy and I hurried to the cap in the middle of the ship. We unclipped the lock and hinged the cap open. We got underneath and closed it up. Since we were big, we took up the whole space underneath the cap, as if we were sitting underneath a giant, overturned bowl. There was very little light under the cap, and we could only make out each other's silhouettes through the yellowish conversion of light through the top of the cap. Strangely enough, there was a sense of danger in the air, and we embraced each other for the duration of the ride. When we arrived at our destination, we entered a room that seemed to be an inside dock. We were normal-sized now, and as everyone was leaving the ship, some people were being separated, with some being sent to the left, and some to the right. Everyone was wearing jumpsuits, the color of which being between red and orange. There was a conveyor belt that we stood on as we exited the ship, not unlike those found in airports, that brought us to the wall on the other side of the room. The conveyor belt split in two when it reached the wall, and that was how people were separated. The room wasn't as big as you would imagine for an inside dock. The walkway leading to the far wall was only about 25 feet long, and the total length of the wall was about 50 feet. There were two doors (one on the far right and one on the far left) and it seemed that girls were sent to the left and boys to the right. The room had large, orange, metal support beams on the left and right where the dock wasn't. But anyway, Chrissy and I were separated. The last part of this dream that I remember was that I was with a large group of boys (since we were grouped together), and we were gathered around a doorway watching live anime (although I don't understand how that's possible). Adam was there. We knew that we weren't supposed to be goofing off and having fun, but this was all we had.

The next dream I had sort of comes from the last one, in that we were trapped against our will, but it has nothing else to do with the previous dream. In this dream, Brian was evil (why is he evil in my dreams?) and he was keeping Sean and I, and some other people I think, in this house that looked kind of like my cousin's old house in Philly. I wrote down "slave" in my dream journal. I don't know this is really an accurate word to describe the situation Sean and I were in, but it's the first to come to mind. After we were already being held there for a while, one day, while Brian was out, I found out that Sean had been selling weed this whole time. He told me he makes about "$130.00 per box" and I asked him how many box he sells a day. He told me that on a good day, he'll sell up to 5 boxes. I went over to where Sean does his business. In his room, out the window, you could see a single telephone pole with a box on a small platform attached to it. Outside looked post-apocalyptic. The sky was red, the ground was black, and the telephone pole was broken and slanted. On the box, a white dove had made a nest. This dove was Sean's and he trained it to carry the weed and the money back and forth. My dream showed me a shot of what it would look like when the bird carried weed back over to the window. There was just a green orb around the dove. The orb looked like it had been scribbled with crayon by a five-year-old. The closer the bird got to the window, the smaller the orb became. Just then, I heard the door open. I panicked (since we weren't supposed to be doing this) and told Sean that someone was coming home, and we need to hide stuff. There wasn't enough time, and we both were really worried. Luckily, it wasn't Brian. It was Butch, who headed upstairs. Relieved, I went to my room, which was my old room. It was DE that we weren't allowed to listen to music, or shower, but we found ways around those things. For instance, I had this device that I needed to press my bare foot against, and it would play Beatles music.

Before I woke up, I dreamed that I was writing all of this down in my dream journal. I woke up at 8:30, and went back to sleep.

The last dream I had was pretty cool. For starters, I was Batman. I could just end this entry right here, and I'd be satisfied, but I'll keep going. I was lying in a hospital bed because my back and my leg had been broken for the past few months. This was the day I was finally leaving the place. Since I was gone for so long, a new Batman had taken my place. My muscles were also very weak. I tried to stand, and I could barely stay up. There was a kid in the room near me, and it was his birthday. Anyway, there was evil afoot, and I had to spring into action, which was very hard given my weak condition. The kid with the birthday and his mom ran out of the hospital through a long tunnel (like in Star Fox 64) and I had to struggle to keep up with them. We ended outside a school-looking place with a large field of grass. There was a giant pseudobot that was powering up in the field. I finally caught up with the boy and his mom. They were climbing onto the pseudobot and I was inches behind them. We were really high up. There was a riddle we had to solve in order for the thing to not power up all the way. For the riddle, we had a controller with a single button on it. Around us, in the field, there were several parking-meter-shaped poles circling around us. We had to point to controller at the right one and press the button to save ourselves.We were given a hint. The hint was, "Aim for the evening." It was morning at the time, and I noticed that the sun was coming up. Just then I realised; the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. If we could find which pole was furthest west, we could defeat this pseudobot. I had little time, and I had to jump down to the ground so I could aim for the right pole. The kid's mother was worried about me and said that I could be injured all over again. I told her not to worry. "I'll land on my back," I told her to keep her mind at ease. I told her this as if it wasn't my back that was broken, and as if it would provide a soft landing. Either way, we ended up on the ground, and I faced away from the sun. I narrowed my decision down to three of the poles. If I chose the wrong one, the pseudobot would spring to action and kill us all. I faced the sun directly, and turned around to reassure my decision. Now it was between two poles. While the boy and his mom were trying to help by deciding between the two, I decided that it had to be the pole in the middle of the initial three I suspected to be possible choices. I told them, "I am positive that the correct answer is this pole here," and I pointed to the pole. I told them, "I won't press the button unless we all agree on this. We are all in this together." The button on the controller was a lot more sensitive than I thought it was, and I accidentally pressed it. Luckily, I was pointing to the right pole as it was pressed. A spray of green light was emitted from the controller and it surrounded the pole. For some reason, our efforts failed, and I had to fight the pseudobot, although it was in a weakened state. Its head was a giant tube-like structure that was surrounded by rocket launchers, with a space in the middle (inside the tube) where there was orange, organic matter. There was a pattern to its cycle of attacks, and I took advantage of this.

This is where I woke up =(

I'd go into detail on what the pseudobot looked like, but I'm pressed for time right now.

Good morning, everybody

Dream #1

I was walking with my sister out onto a parking lot. It was a sunny and clear day, but there was a lot of shade from the canopies of trees overhead. The parking lot was huge and empty. But most of the lot seemed to be shaded by the huge, green trees, which were only on the border of the parking lot.

As we walked into the lot, my sister, who was to my left, and seemed much shorter to me than she is IWL, was telling me about my oldest nephew.

As my sister was talking, I noticed that there was a building, much like the Rose Planetarium structure on the side of the American Museum of Natural History in New York. The building was just a gigantic, glass cube. But I was worried because I didn't see the gigantic, silver sphere, the housing for the actual planetarium theatre, inside the glass cube.

Suddenly it seemed as if the walls of the multi-story glass cube were turning yellowy. It was like the glass was decaying, becoming brittle. It seemed as if the whole thing might crumble at any moment.

My sister told me about my oldest nephew. "He may act fine and seem well-behaved to everybody. But I'm worried about him. He has these obsessions. Sometimes he needs to count certain things. And he'll just get so carried away with the counting that he can't do anything else."

I thought to myself, I haven't treated my nephew kindly enough over the past few years. I've been pretty cold to him, and everybody else, almost all the times I've been home recently. I need to make sure, this time around (apparently I was on a visit), to be much more attentive to my whole family.

My mom had a car parked way out in the center of the parking lot, which was otherwise empty. My sister's children were all playing around the car.

From out of nowhere my oldest nephew came riding by on a bicycle. He could see that my sister and I were talking, so he didn't interrupt us. He just pulled a pop-a-wheelie, which he'd intended me to see. He held his front tire up in the air for a few good seconds as he rode. I figured this would be a great time to tell my nephew I thought he was doing a good job.

But my nephew pulled back too far on his bicycle. He fell to the ground. He seemed to have injured himself. My sister and I ran to my nephew. My mom may have been there as well. But now my nephew was up and walking around.

I was now wearing shorts. I noticed I had a big gash and scrape on the inner side of my left leg, just to the side of my kneecap. I may have had a similar gash on my right leg. The gash was deep and red, but it wasn't bleeding. The scrape was only white, as if I'd only scraped the top layer of skin.

I knew this was what my legs would look like if I'd been in the same bike accident as my nephew had just been in. I asked my nephew, who was up and walking around alright, "How the heck did I get your injuries after you rode the bike?"

I figured to myself that there may have been some kind of empathic connection between us. For some reason, I may have kept getting my nephew confused in my mind with my brother.

I was now standing before my nephew's bike, which was just stood up, while my nephew was running around playing, possibly with my other nephews. My legs may now have been fine.

My nephew's bike had a lot of chrome on it, as if it were now some kind of mix between a bicycle and a motorcycle. There were thick, chrome wheel-guards and a smallish, chrome mechanism like an engine. The engine seemed to be fastened right into the front end of the triangle of the bike's frame.

My nephew ran up to the bike and began looking at the reflections in the chrome. He said that he could see his own reflecion in the chrome, but he couldn't see mine.

I said that maybe he was standing in the wrong place. My nephew was looking mainly at the reflections on the engine's chrome. I suggested he look at the reflections on the wheel-guard's chrome. My nephew may have done this. But I still don't think he saw me.

Dream #2

There was a concert with some guy, singing some famous song that I can't remember. It was a really emotional kind of ballad. The guy was on a dark stage, apparently just a sound-stage for a TV studio. He was surrounded by either thin walls or tilting or triangular towers of TV screens. One light shone down on him, and a high-angled TV camera was taping him.

There was some really famous part in the song that apparently everybody knew because it was so melodic and emotional. Everybody also knew when the famous part came in, because the buildup to that part in the song was so pronounced.

But when the really famous part of the song came on, the camera view switched from being on the main singer to being on a kind of TV camera view of a TV screen. The image on the screen was a little grainy, not very stable, and monochrome, with a blue-green kind of tint. There may have been little time-code letters and numbers running across the top of the screen.

Robert Plant's head and shoulders were in the view of the screen. Plant looked very young, like he looked in the 1970s. He was wearing some shirt that exposed a lot of his chest.

Plant was supposed to be singing harmony on the really famous part of the song that the main singer was singing. But now the time for the harmony part had come in.

Plant almost missed his cue to start singing -- in fact, he started about half a beat late, and he fumbled even then. He was tilting his head and looking off to his left.

It became very apparent to me that Plant was reading the words of the song off a teleprompter. But this didn't help him much. He was hardly getting the rhythm of the song, and he'd sometimes slur or mumble the words, or say them at a much slower pace than the main singer.

I was really surprised. Robert Plant was supposed to be a pro, one of the best. But he wasn't even doing the karaoke version of this song -- a song apparently everybody in the world knew -- correctly!

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16.04.2011

False Astral Projection (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was some kind of boxer and I had my right arm very injured. I needed major surgery will whole body anesthesia. I realized that my body was going to be shut down so it would be an excellent way to induce a WILD and Astral Project from there.

I felt the anestysia hitting and closing my eyes. I started to focus on keeping my mind awake until I found myself right outside the OR. I realized I projected, but I did not feel like I did. I wanted to see my body.

I saw the doctor who was going to operate me when suddenly, my body woke up and sat. A second later, I was back in my body, confused. The doctor induced anesthesia once more. I tried to WILD once more. Same thing happened. The doctor this time got mad and induced me a lot more anesthesia. I decided to not attempt to Astral Project but just to enjoy a lucid dream.

I found myself in the middle of a parking lot and realized I was dreaming. I was fooled as I indeed though that I was at the hospital. I could see the hospital where I though I was so I wanted to see it from my dream body.

I entered the hospital and forgot completely everything. I saw an elevator next to me, so I decided to enter it. I could see that my right arm had injuries, but I did not care. I knew my body was at the OR. The elevator brought me to some sort of Colosseum. I did not feel like fighting due my arm, but I wanted to fight at the same time.

I saw a MMA fighter and a psychic in front of him. The psychic told him she could do some healing on him for $500,000 and then he could fight. He was pumped up and willing to pay. I wanted to offer him my healing abilities for a much reasonable price.

Some more plot happened.

Me and the husband, (which happens to be The Rock)
... are in a large hotel that looks like one I stayed in in Miami once. We're in a room on the second floor. For what feels like hours, we run around the hotel, through stairwells and elevators, up and down hallways... All in an effort to escape the "bad men" that are chasing us. It's difficult because The Rock seems to have injured his leg somehow.

I really hate those kind of dreams... they are so boring and exhausting

★★★★☆

12/29/10

The shop is open to the street, choked with dust kicked up by the people and horses bustling by on the busy dirt road. A woman with short, strawberry blonde hair arranges the merchandise at the front of the stall. Her movements are quick, angry, but she looks tired. The heat and the dust and the people and the fact that she's working for nothing for someone else are wearing at her patience and her sanity. I am that woman.

A man walks by. I have time to register that he's tall and handsome, with longish dark brown hair, before he's brushing by me. He stops long enough to whisper, "I'm taking the harmonica back. Are you with me?" I've never met the man, but I'm nodding and setting things down, moving away into the street, my movements perfectly synchronized with his.

The mark is looking at silverware two stalls down. I'm threading through the crowd as he shows off the silver harmonica. I'm tapping him on the shoulder, smiling as he turns around and we chat about the silverware on display. He's waving the harmonica over his shoulder, and the first man, the thief, snatches it from his hand. The mark turns to shout, and I'm brushing by, cutting the strings on his purse.

We run. Through the countryside, on the uneven ground of the foothills. I thought we were safe, thought we'd outrun our pursuers hours ago, but arrows are raining down on us and the horses are hot on our heels.

I'm hit. The arrow pierces through just below my ribcage, and I feel the blood soak through my shirt. I fall behind, am left stumbling through the brush. The dogs are quieter now, and I take refuge beneath the roots of a giant tree.

At the bottom of the hollow are three doors, each small enough to crawl through. I pull out the small leather pouch I stole earlier and turn it over. A key falls into my hand. This key will open any lock in the dreamworld, a voice whispers in my mind. Smiling, calm, heedless of the wound on my side (suddenly much, much younger) I drop to the moss-covered ground and slide the key into the lock.

Thievery. Scare Factor: 3.

Isn't that the perfect amount of obvious symbolism for the guys in the Dream Interpretation forum?

Small Town Secrets

I am in a small town somwhere. It is not my home town, but a friend lives here and he tells me a lot about his friends. My friend and I are somwhere in the town, and there is some adventure going on (darn it, I can't seem to remember many details except that it was interesting). There is a murderer somewhere and I think we are trying to catch him. There is some shooting and climbing around hills. My friend and I climb up a bank, and come across a secret passage in the top of a huge church. My friend tells me to run back into town and get a few friends.

I run back to town. The dream is set in the 1950's, and I walk into a diner. It's a bit like a scene from Happy Days in there, and I try to find the people my friend was talking about. I ask around, and come up with a couple. (There's more to this part, too. I just can't remember what. Somebody doesn't like me asking around or something. And I think I eat something).

In the company of these freinds, I go back to the top of the hill and find the opening to the passage. My friend is waiting there. He seems to know the way, and leads us down in. At the opening, the passage is very narrow, just like a crack in the rock. Farther in it opens up and looks like a hallway in a building. A few rooms appear, and a bathroom. Everything is a clean white color, like a hospital. I wake up before we go much farther.

Back to my Grandparents' House

I am at home. I am getting ready to make the drive to my grandparents' house, and am going to eat before I leave. My mother is going to make macaroni and cheese, but not until supper. I will have left by then, so I try to find something else to eat.

I know that the next day I have to give an oral presentation. I have given many, but this doesn't stop me from worrying that the anxiety will ruin my evening.

Hunting for Arrowheads

My family and I are staying at a lodge (one that exists in real life. We were there about two months ago.) I get up one morning and decide to go arrowhead hunting around some overhanging rocks I saw earlier. I make my way down the path, and come to an area that I don't remember from real life, but have dreamed about before. I go down a littl deer trail rather than the main path. and come into a wooded area with the rock overhangs. As i walk it begins to storm. At first I think nothing of it, but then a bolt of lightening hits so close I can feel it.

I dash under an outcropping. It is dark under there, but I have a flashlight. Shining it around, I can see bits of flint on the ground. Searching some more, I find arrowheads and other arifacts. They are quite well made, and in waking life I would categorize them as Mississippian, though there seem to be some Late Archaic types too (these are much more delicate than normal late Archaic points, but are shaped like them).

Former House, again

I am invited to my aunt and uncle's house for a family get together. Their house happens to be one of our neighbors' house where I used to live. It is a dreamsign, but I miss it. Instead I think "this is really weird! My relatives just happen to have bought this very house."

I drive up on a scooter. No, not a motor scooter. A toy scooter. I lived here as a little kid, so it must be associative memory. Then we go in and look around the house. I think how ironic it is.

Tornado

I'm driving down the highway. I'm also walking down the highway. I'm also scooting down the highway on a piece of cloth. I run into a drawer by the side of the road, knocking it open (it's like the highway is lined with wooden filing cabinets). I think about leaving it open, but i'm afraid some distracted person might accidentally run into it and wreck. I make an illegal U-turn and go back. I can't find the drawer, but I do see some guy in a pickup truck pulling a huge trailer behind him. He is going about 4 mph, and what is more has to sit next to a huge piece of meat hanging from the ceiling of his truck. I laugh about this with some other guys standing by the highway. "If I were him," says one guy, "I'd get out and call a taxi!". The general idea is that his wife is making him do this.

Now I'm at work. My work looks a lot like my former school. It is blowing up a storm outside. The wind is getting worse and worse. I look out, and see the wind knock over a dumpster. then the dumpster is pounded to pieces by the wind. I see a few people laying around, and run down to help. Some people have already gone out and helped one guy, and I call for assistance as I rush out to what I thought was an old lady. When I get there, I find it was just a bunch of packages. Still, it is storming so i move them inside. One guy who came to help is annoyed, but I don't care because the packages are saved.

Opening the packages, I find an oil lamp that is also a heater. This will come in handy if we lose power. I set it on a table covered in straw, wondering if that is a safe thing to do.

Being an accountant (fragment)

Part of another much larger dream. We are sitting at a table in a class. The instructor asks what we think is the best thing about being an accountant. "The power!" I say.

I feel that this dream was quite similar to another one I've had but I don't quite know why.

The first thing I remember is being in the hall at school and seeing the Dean and some people, they were preparing for a play or something. I was with someone called p'vLd"P , a different 'sidekick' than most of my dreams but someone I'd expect to see at school. The dean told us to get out for some reason. I'm having trouble remembering stuff as I didn't write anything down when I woke up and waited until now which was a stupid move. But from what I do remember we were hanging out around houses that seemed out of place in the area, like something from a video game.

I remember danger. There was a hole in the stone at the bottom of somebody's house and it looked like it was made from someone in the basement. We went to check it out and my companion was injured. Now, I am not sure if it was actually p'vLd"P at this point because it was a dog, but later on in the dream the dog and p'vLd"P were definitely the same person. This dog getting injured is the closest I have come to becoming lucid so far as I thought it was strange I was suddenly with a dog but I felt guilty for the dog getting hurt so I stopped thinking about it and tried to get it to safety.

I feel as if a lot of the dream is missing from my memory in between that and the next point I remember clearly, which is entering the hall at school again. I remember it was a lot like a video game in the way we had to solve puzzles but I'm not sure what the puzzles were like but I remember feeling very uncomfortable the whole way. I also remember talking to someone. This part of the dream seems to correspond with the fact I was playing Amnesia: The Dark Descent and Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time that night.

I don't remember much before arriving back at the hall. p'vLd"P was a human again and I felt like the fucking man. I felt like nothing could hurt me and that I was a hero. I somehow knew that the events weren't real without fully realising I was dreaming. I think I woke up shortly after.

Omg, this dream was really really freaky and weird!

I don't recall the beginning of it but somehow I hurt my arm really bad. I think I almost died or something in the injury. The first things I remember is that I was in the room in which I stayed in my parents place when visiting them in Umeå. I was surrounded by a whole bunch of people I know (Simon and Kim are the ones I can recall). Somehow my friends were helping me to regenerate into perfect health. Unfortunately my arm was too damaged to be regenerated because it wasn't connected to the rest of my body with veins anymore. I had a huge chunk (approx the size as if you would have ripped it off with your hand) gone from the upper arm. Only the bones and like some centimeters on the underside was left. I needed to get blood into the lower part of the arm, otherwise I would lose it. This was done by letting a bumblebee crawl there. Somehow that gave me like a plastic pipe from the vein in the top part to the lower part which allowed blood to flow through.

It hurt in my arm and I recall feeling faint due to the blood loss. I could barely move/lift the lower part of the arm because then it hurt in the wound.

After some time everybody was gathered in the living room to watch spirited away. The couch was crowded by people. I still felt pain in my arm and I knew that it would take really long time if it would heal. Linus said some word in english and Kim said it back to him in swedish but he didn't hear due to the noise from the TV. That made her believe that she had pronounced it wrongly when she hadn't so I told her she'd pronounced it good.

Plotron was suddenly there as well and sat next to me, lol (even though I have never seen him). He praised a sculpture thingy that stood on the window ledge. He said some constructive things about the construction. It was Linus who had made the sculpture and I told Plotron that. I was eating ice cream with my left hand since I had the injury on the other arm. I then dropped some on the floor and when I was trying to pick it up, I couldn't because it hurt when I tried with my damaged arm and I had the ice cream in the other. Plotron saw that I needed help and picked up the dropped ice cream and ate it, haha. XD

Peter and some other guy said to me that it was strange that I couldn't use my right arm. They didn't really believe in my injury or that it was that bad. I decided to show them the hole and I started to pull up my sweater arm. That was a un-nice process since every time I accidentally touched the injury, it would hurt and my arm twitched a bit. The hole was now covered with a bandage or something, but there was a hole in the bandage where you could see a part of the wound. they said "damn" or something similar.

Then I woke up and thought "omg...". I even checked my arm to make sure it was whole. xD The strangest thing about this dream is that it was sooo long! I remember having the impression that when we sat there and watched the movie, it was for a really long time. During all of this time I felt a slight pain in my arm that would get worse whenever I moved it or something. really freaky and weird dream.

Had a nightmare that I was doing my makeup and somehow accidentally stuck myself in the eye with a pair of tweezers. I didn't think it was that bad, so I went to the mirror to look at it and realized I'd jammed it in pretty deeply. Despite the apparent severity of the injury, it didn't hurt. I pulled the tweezers out of my eye, still didn't hurt even though I felt the tugging sensation, and realized there were more things stuck in my eye... like a magician's handkerchief or something... all said and done, I pulled out another pair of tweezers AND an eye lash curler. Much to my horror, I then realized that my entire eye was gone and there was nothing but a gaping red hole (which was amazingly not bleeding). I didn't know whether to freak out or not, because I was still shocked by it.

Then, I dreamed that I had twin kids who were about 8 years old, and I was pissed at them for some reason.

Then, I dreamed that I had taken some sort of exam or something like that... scored really well on some test, or something, and gotten a highly coveted award along with a new position. I don't remember what it was, though, except that there was a list of benefits from the position, but for some reason it just felt like something straight out of high school. Also, for whatever reason, when all of this was being read off, I was sitting in the woods, and I was wearing some kind of dress made from calico, and everyone was sitting on logs, even though it was some sort of technical position I had tested for.

Jan. 31, 2004:

I had this dream that George Bush got turned into a kitten, and that while he was trying to give the State of the Union address, all of these cartoon characters kept trying to kidnap him. A 2 lb. George Bush swore in a squeaky voice while getting chased by a chihuahua, and seeing a tabby kitten go ballistic was well worth my time spent asleep.

Then I had some weird dream about how all of the cartoons were getting uber-stylized, a la Samurai Jack, with nothing but straight lines and squares and angles.

Feb. 9, 2004:
I miss Abby a lot. I dozed off in my chair a little bit while M__ and T__ crashed here this morning and I dreamt she was in my dorm room.

March 1, 2004:
I had one of the freakiest dreams in a while. I dreamed there was this big war, and I fought in it, and I did something really important but I got injured. And something about me being topless because of the injury. And I dreamed that I sort of turned into a skeleton quasi-death thing, but only if you looked at me the right way. So my uncle drove me to this place... only he wasn't my actual uncle and had long hair, and he sang really well... he stood outside singing until a woman inside noticed, so she treated my injuries and baptised him.