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The first dream I had was of very little importance. I don't remember much of it, literally the only piece of it I can recall was Mulder from the X-files was gay. It didn't really make sense.

The second dream that was actually memorable started out with me and my sister Rose at the park. I've been chanting a reminder in my head the past few days to attempt one of the DreamViews monthly challenges where you shrink your perspective down to the size of a tiny bug and explore the world. I finally remembered to do that in this dream, but it didn't last as long as I would hope. So, back to the plot.
Rose and I were walking around with my niece in a stroller, like we have actually done in the past- nothing seemed out of place. I actually visit this park frequently in real life, it's down the street from my house. We walked along the pathway going through the grass and saw a small commotion over by the Park&Recreation office building, that's also next to the main playground. We made our way over to the side of the building and saw what everyone was buzzing about. There was a strange red-orange orb of energy hovering next to the sidewalk near the street. The orb had a dark ominous larger field of energy surrounding it, but you could tell the it the dark energy was radiating out of the smaller red one. I began to analyze my setting, trying to figure out what that could possibly be. It felt dark, and foreboding. I started to become lucid just then, I'm not sure if it was out of luck or if my critical thinking during the day is just paying off.
I decided then that I wanted to get rid of that energy in the park. I attempted to create a orb of white and good energy to blend with the red one and nullify it but my white energy didn't seem to last very long. This is the part where it gets interesting. I decided to take an alternate route. I wanted to harness whatever this orb was, it obviously was of great importance in my head. But I also was reminded of my goal of shrinking, so I decided that if I DID get to explore the world of a bug or bacteria, it would be a well precaution to absorb the energy of that orb before going under, incase of any potential difficulties. I calmed my mind and focused on the perspective of my size. I wanted to make focus on both making myself smaller and the things around me larger. I focused my intent and closed my eyes for a technique that I usually use to summon things in front of my vision, but instead- I opened them to be standing next a forest of grass!
I made my way just through a few blades and onto the side walk. The building next to me was much, much larger than it had been before and the projectile of my vision made the dark orb look like a red sun. This new light made the orb seem even more ominous, and what happened next- I guess I should have left undone. I began to expand the orb in my mind before I attempted to absorb it. I made it grow in size about twice as large as it had been but then, it ripped appart my dream. I guess it turned into some sort of black whole, the world went dark and I saw shapes of space and matter flying into it's spot until everything went dark and the dream ended. I woke up later, excited about the incredible visuals of the explosion but... it was unfortunet that I didn't get to roam around as a tiny me a bit longer.

Okay, so I woke up, sat up, crossed my legs, and fell asleep again.
Somewhere in that sleep (I probably slipped right back into my REM sleep-stage), I dreamed that I was back at my Church's old building. I was sitting on the floor of the foyer next to a water fountain and was talking to [one of] my brother[s] about something he'd recorded. He was handing me SD cards from a holder of sorts as he was talking because he wasn't sure which one was the one we were looking for. I, on the other hands, was checking the contents of the cards on a sort of netbook. Sort of. It wasn't easy to do so because my ten-year-old niece was sitting in my lap at the time so that I had to reach around her to get to the netbook.
Oh, well. Life's tough.
Anyways, after about four of these cards, my brother handed me a ZIP disc which he remembered that the video was on. (was it a video?) Because my hands were busy working with the netbook-ish thing, I actually bit it at the corner and held it in my mouth instead. I tapped my niece on the head with it for squirming to much and was about to ask my brother if he had a ZIP drive to read the disc with when I woke up.
Only about ten minutes had passed in waking life, but the deam was more like twenty.
But I woke up. And my legs were asleep. >_<

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in my family's living room. Someone, probably my brother, had just finished watching something on TV.

I was led to believe that I could now watch whatever show I wanted. But I knew this wasn't really true. My brother and probably my mom just wanted me to think I could watch a show that I liked so I'd stay in the living room. But as soon as they knew I'd stay, they's switch my show on me.

I had chosen some old Saturday Night Live episode. But as soon as I saw that my brother and mom were playing a trick on me, I got up and left the living room.

I went down into the basement, into a room that was apparently mine. I could hear the Saturday Night Live episode from upstairs. I knew my brother and mom were now playing the episode really loud, and that they were going to play the whole episode, just to taunt me for not having stayed upstairs.

The room in the basement was pretty empty. It was lit by greyish-white natural light coming in from a window high up on a wall in front of me. My sight was mostly focused on something right in front of me, either a book or a paycheck.

I was now in some busy place in a really busy part of town. I don't know whether I was inside or outside. The place seemed like a fancy kind of bar. But it also seemed to be outside, out on a street like a small town's main street, only as packed with people as a street like Times Square.

My vision was still very focused on one small thing, probably an envelope. I was surprised to have found this envelope. It contained my paycheck. I hadn't expected to receive my paycheck so soon.

I pulled the paycheck out of the envelope. There were a few problems with the writing on the check. The amount for the check was something like $814 or $810 (I wish!). But the way it was written in the side box was all messed up, so that instead of a number, there was something more like a nonsensical word.

I looked over to the line where the amount of the check was written out. This line seemed to be done correctly. But there was one more place on the check where the amount was written out incorrectly. In this spot, the check gave a horribly small number, like $30 or $40.

I knew I was supposed to be getting the amount that had been written out. But I doubted any bank would take such a messed up check. I also worried that if a bank took the check at all, they'd only give me the lower amount. I was sure no bank would give me the benefit of the doubt, since people in places like banks always seem to hate me.

But this was either my first or my last paycheck. It was very important that I have this money. So I needed to get things fixed. I determined to fix things. I thought of going "back" to my job, which may have been some kind of parks job.

But I was now walking away from the main street kind of area with my mother, sister, and niece. I really needed to go talk about my check. But I couldn't let my mom and sister know what I was doing. And my mom and sister wanted to get back home.

My mom and sister were using my niece as an excuse to go home. But my niece didn't want to go home. So, as an excuse to go take care of my check, I told my mom and sister that I'd take my niece back to the main street area of town.

But I got the feeling that my mom and sister now had the idea that I only wanted to take my niece with me so I could do something bad to her. So I didn't push the idea.

We had been walking through a kind of residential area. But now we had turned a corner and were back in a small town main street kind of area. I decided I should be honest. I told my mom and sister that I needed to go see about fixing my check. I also said I needed to get a haircut.

But we were now headed down some red-carpeted steps, down into some fancy restaurant. We were being led by a tall, very pale, blonde man with a little bit of a goatee and stubbled cheeks.

My mom and sister and I had been to this restaurant before for lunch. Either my mom or the young man thought it would be impressive to take us all back to this place for dinner.

But I knew this wouldn't work. During lunch this place was cheap and relatively empty. But at night (it still looked like midday outside) this place became packed with people because of some crazy comedy show. The price of the food also skyrocketed.

But I didn't say anything. We went down through some glass doors and into a nice lobby area. There was another set of glass doors showing a packed dining area -- people almost shoved against the glass doors, and everybody beautiful and in nice attire.

The name of the place was written on the door in gold capital letters. But it was written on the inside of the door, so that from our side of the door, it looked backwards. The name of the place was "EVERYTHING WARHOL." I knew this place served really good Indian food.

A bald man in a tuxedo came out and made a reservation for us for dinner. It was written on a page from a restaurant order's notebook, like you see in diners and so forth. There were a lot of scribbled numbers all over the page.

The man gave the reservation to either my mom or the young man. Nobody even looked at the reservation, just assuming we were going in soon. But I knew we'd have a long wait. Finally I snuck a look at the paper. Amid all the scribbles, I saw our reservation for something like 8:37 PM. It was now around 5:30 PM.

We were all heading back out, with the others in my group thinking we'd be back very soon. But the young man, the last person to go through the first set of doors before I would, stopped in the doorway, the door half-closed on him, and turned to the waiter to ask how long we'd have to wait for a table.

Apparently this restaurant, or at least the staff, was Belgian, or maybe Swedish. The young man asked the waiter, either in English or French, how long our wait would be.

The waiter replied in French (I thought of it as Belgian-French) that the wait would be a little long. He spoke in French because he was sure that the young man wouldn't understand it.

But the young man was either Belgian or had been in Belgium for some time. In fact, he was only striking up a conversation with the waiter because he wanted to impress my mom and sister by showing off his knowledge of French.

The young man had a short conversation with the waiter. The waiter kept saying "peut-etre," or "maybe," which I kept seeing in my head as "petait." I knew the word meant "maybe," but I kept mixing it up with "petite," and thinking the waiter was saying "little," like, "It will be a little wait."

Eventually the young man got the understanding that we'd be waiting three hours for a table. He rubbed the goateed corners of his mouth and walked out the door. I must have followed.

I was now walking out with my mom and my sister in what was supposed to be my great grandma's old neighborhood. We passed my great grandma's house, which had been sold after my great grandma had died. The place was now being remodeled and expanded by the new owners. I could even see sillhouettes of the new owners working inside.

We passed the next house, in which one of my cousins lives with his wife and kids. For some reason, I looked on that house with scorn. I didn't want to have anything to do with those family members.

We kept walking on. My view was more like the sideways tracking of a movie camera. My mom was saying how she'd always liked this neighborhood because it was much safer compared to some other neighborhoods.

I agreed. But something about the sight of my cousin's house made me angry and greedy. All I could think about was buying out every single house on this block, and maybe a few other blocks.

I wanted this area to be completely empty. I could even envision it being empty. This way, I thought, my immediate family could live in happiness, being safe from violence and free from irksome family members.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a car with my mother, nephews, and niece. It was a warm, sunny day. I was in the back, in the center seat. My niece sat in between my knees or on my knees. The front seats were bucket seats, so my niece could reach forward and look through them. My niece was bald for at least part of the dream.

My niece was really calm, but kind of inquisitive about everything going on outside the car. She usually had a reputation for being hyper and a little mean. I thought, vainly, that my being around her was helping to make her calmer.

We were now outside, walking up a couple of blocks to my mom's house. We had to walk uphill for a couple short blocks then turn left and walk up another hill to the house. A couple of guys in front of a house on our left called out to my mom. They sounded friendly, but we kept walking. A couple of them may have followed us, calling out at my mom.

I couldn't tell whether the guys were being rude or just funny. At some point my mom explained something to me to let me know the guys were just being rude. My mom or sister had gotten on the guys' bad side somehow. Now the guys were always harrassing them.

I thought that I might have to protect my family if things got bad. I really couldn't worry about the things people say. I'd just have to ignore that. But would I be able to handle things if they got violent?

I was now if the house with my sister and a female friend of hers. I didn't know the friendm She may have been a new friend of my sister's. She was Hispanic, pretty, wearing a kind of baggy t-shirt. I never saw my sister or her friend right on. It was always like they were in another room adjacent to the room I was in (the living room?) and blocked by some piece of furniture, like a big set of dressers.

I heard my sister and her friend talking. The friend may have been sitting on a couch while my sister was in the kitchen, making lunch.

I walked around in some cluttered room and found an envelope with my name on it. It was a W-2, for filing my taxes. I wondered how it could have ended up at my mom's house. I figured I must have dropped it somehow. But then I also saw that it was open. I saw that it was easy for people to see the contents of the envelope, including the pay information printed on the form.

I also saw that the form had come from a company I haven't worked with for two years. I wondered how this could be. Then I thought, Well, I was working with them at the beginning of last year. So of course they'd send me a tax form for this year. I looked at my pay info. It seemed to correspond with the time I'd spent working for the company.

My sister handed me a plate full of something like grits with pieces of yellow corn floating in it. As I started eating, I heard my sister talk about how hard it was for her and my brother-in-law to take care of their children on their salaries. I felt bad when I heard this, but I couldn't really do anything about it. I was trying to take care of myself.

I stood before some kind of broken down entertainment center or dresser that was piled over with all kinds of clutter. I began pulling change out of my pocket. I just kept pulling change out of my pocket and piling it up on some flat surface. I was amazed by how much change I had. And it was quarters, too! Not just small change.