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Dream #1

It was night. I walked out (from where) onto the peak of a big hill or mountain. The peak of the mountain was kind of thin and knobby. It seemed to be made of a pink stone like sandstone. There were little stretches of green vegetation like moss or short grass. Below the peak, the mountain seemed to wind around in spires and caverns. There were even a few waterfalls. The air was very calm and cool.

There were a few groups of people on the mountain, doing different things. There was a group of policemen sitting near the peak of the mountain. I sat near them. I looked down the mountain and saw a group of skateboarders skating down a sandstone ramp.

The police may have been talking about some job they were on. They may have been looking for some woman for some reason or another.

The skateboarders had all gone to the bottom of the ramp, possibly together. Now they all came back up together. I was kind of wondering if it was okay to be skating out in a natural area like this. But the kids were getting ready to skate again. So I figured I'd watch.

A black boy, kind of tall, maybe in his late teens, skated down part of the ramp. But he ended up going down a side ramp off to his right. The ramp sloped upward, over the edge of the moutain. The boy lifted up into the air and then disappeared off the cliff. There was no sound of his crashing, although the boy may have made a little sound of surprise as he went off the cliff.

I kind of waited for a second. It seemed like everybody, including the cops, had seen the young man flying off the cliff. But the police didn't seem to care. They just kept talking about this job of looking for a woman.

Finally I told the police that they probably should look for this boy. He obviously just fell off a cliff, and he was in danger. I even bent over, while still sitting, to get a view down the mountain through some kind of hole made in the sandstone. I saw the boy below, lying face down on a ledge of sandstone.

It was pretty obvious the boy was dead, and I told the police so. They grunted a bit and stood up reluctantly, saying they'd go check things out. In the meantime, however, I was apparently charged with the task of finding the woman.

I walked down one of the sandstone slopes. But then I was suddenly in a house. I was in an area like a living room. It was really wide, but it also felt short somehow. There were a lot of windows and sliding glass doors. It was night, and the house felt lit, but not completely.

I had to search along all the walls, even feeling along the walls and down at the corners where the walls met the floors. The woman was apparently in a small space like this. All this time I was either having a conversation with myself in my head or hearing or remembering hearing the police talking, probably about the woman.

DATE: July 22, 2011
LUCIDITY: 1/5
COHESIVENESS: 2/5
FUN/AWESOMENESS RATING: 1/5

The whole dream was set in an unfamiliar building somewhere next to an old highway or railway, with many other people present.

At some point in the dream, Johnny Depp and his supposed rival had to fight against each other for supremacy, by repeatedly running and colliding with each other. A couple other rival actor pairs were doing this, one of which involved Matsumoto Jun, I think.

Then I was a police officer and I was a few seconds late for duty. I tore out of the building and down the short pathway to where I was supposed to be stationed at the edge of the highway, but my boss was crazy about punctuality and I was punished for being several seconds late. There was some kind of emergency or chaotic event going on in the area, so they had desperately needed all officers' help and that would explain why they were pissed off about my lateness, even if it wasn't that bad.

In another part of the dream, a guy sitting across from me tried to initiate a singalong, and for the first few seconds my voice was weak and shaky and I sounded far worse than usual. I don't remember what song we were trying to sing. There were a few others singing it with us.

I think in part of the dream I was fighting with some friends, but my memory of that part is too hazy to form into words. Darn my laziness, it's so much harder to recall the details with so little recent practice : <

Dream - Lucid

I woke up and looked at my phone to see what time it was. The screen looked funny; it was all blue with some weird word on it. I dismissed it at first, then decided to do a reality check. I looked away from the phone then back at it. The word had changed into another word, and continued to change as I was staring at it. I'm dreaming!

The next thing I knew, I was standing in front of a giant picture of a sunny day at the park. Many people were in it, and they were moving around like the pictures do in Harry Potter. I flew through the picture and into the scene.

I landed and wandered around. I counted my fingers on both hands. I was getting 5 each time. I finally got six after counting them twice. I ran through the park until I met a girl. She had short, light auburn hair.

"What's you name?", I asked her.
"Kim ____!", she replied (she told me her last name but I can't remember it right now. It was something like Hora? Not quite sure.)

I ran with Kim through the crowded park for a few seconds. I focused on my hands so I wouldn't lose the dream.

However, I then had another FA. I became lucid again, but it only lasted a few seconds.

~

I was somewhere with Dakota. He had kissed me again, like in one of my previous dreams. He then whispered in my ear
"I can't stay over tonight."

~

I was driving down a road close to my neighborhood at night. I was approaching a red light, so I put on my brake. My car slowed down, but not much. I noticed that the brake had gotten stuck to the floor. Remembering what Ryan told me awhile back about how to fix your brakes if it does that, I tried his method: I stuck my foot under the brake to try to get it to come back up, but the pedal broke. I touched it, and it broke in half. Well, shit. I tried to brake anyway, but it wouldn't work.

I was fast approaching the light and had to think fast. By the light, two police cars were stopped and had their lights flashing. I turned on my emergency lights and honked my horn as I maneuvered in between the two police cars. I finally slowed enough by a curb and stopped. One of the officers came up behind my car and asked what was wrong. I picked up the busted brake pedal off the floor and told him it went out. I looked out my back window, and he was examining my back left tire, which was flat.

Me, 2 of my roommates (S and L), and a whole bunch of other people were being held captive by this older woman at her home. Everyone in the dream except for the woman, were pre-teen to teenager age (for whatever reason). There was no kind of security or fence or anything to keep us from leaving...we simply couldn't. It was the feeling of being trapped and having no alternatives than to stay and bide time, with no idea what

On the ground outside I find a piece of paper I printed out the last time I tried to escape and I have a false memory. It was of me frantically running away from the woman in a ripped up white shirt and was blocked by a group of policemen that physically forced me back into her captivity. I tell someone in a great state of fear that she owns the entire police department for a 20 mile radius and can use them at her whim. (I somehow knew that there were thousands of policemen in the 20 mile radius and that they could easily over power everyone she was keeping captive).

On the paper is the address of the house we are being kept in. I figure this information could prove useful so I tear of the address and put it in my pocket, almost getting caught by the woman telling us to go back inside. I get sudden anxiety hoping she has not noticed me. It seemed almost like she had but was not going to make a big deal out of it and we went inside.

I go inside with a bunch of others, all wearing white shirts, and my roommate S (dressed normal) was there and she started to try and convince me that we needed to leave and there was nothing in our way. I knew of the police ready to catch escapees, so I told S we needed to bide our time. Since S and L were not cooperating the woman made me lock the in this strange cell in the wall. L lays on what I amuse is the bottom bunk of a bunk bed with the expression of a gangster not caring what happens as long as you look cool doing it. (Which is hilarious since that is NOT her personality at ALL XD) I was not concerned because I knew that when we had I plan I would be able to open the door. The door was composed of bars as well as thick transparent plastic. I put my hands on the plastic (or glass or whatever) and she does the same on the other side. I tell her we just need to bide or time before we get out, and I walk away.

5:30 AM

Part One
Found myself with restless male DCs, fighting, wrestling etc. They were pretty typical except that they seemed to be from the old west some how. One of the DC's was pretty different from the rest however. He somewhat resembled Michel J. Fox and carried a small pearl handled revolver. I decided to call him 42 and for some reason the fancy name suited him. This scene quickly evolved into a pre bar fight as we entered an old, cramped, poorly lit, dry and dusty bar / shop. Sitting at a small round table were a couple old possibly confederate men minding there own business. There were a few more standing around the place.

Not long after that a few DCs started talking smack about the old men in the building. I can't remember exactly what they were saying but it was something along the lines of "they bunch of money hungry bastards, blah, blah, blah." One of the guys at the table had enough of this crazy talk. I could see he was missing quite a few teeth as he clearly stated the obvious fact that "Do we look like we's rich folk?!!" "Cmon look over at 42 that fancy boy of yours",,,,,,,,,,,, a fight broke out as 42 who was standing by a beverage fridge reached for his revolver.

Part Two
The bar/shop quickly transitioned into a gas station with old west features as we proceeded to rob the place. The old DCs were all gone except two regular guys who I figured to be owner and manager of the gas station. Also, my original gang was armed while the two old guys no longer had weapons. I found the owner fumbling with a cash register so I plunged my (looked similar to a 9mm Glock but bigger) into his back. As he tried to put the handful of cash into a safe I noticed that they were large denominations. (dream reality $200 bills) and $500 dollar bills. He mostly ignored my gun and I had to snatch at the cash he wouldn't let go of. I got some of it and decided that it was time to go. Before I headed for the door the store manager handed me a receipt with lots of circles and numbers written in different color ink.

I began to worry whether or not the cops were waiting outside or not. I was bright outside so maybe we could make a dash for the forest behind the gas station and meet our getaway van at the road below. Or chance it pulling up front. I thought about finger prints for some reason and clumsily stuffed the gun under my shirt as I dropped some crumpled up paper on the floor. I woke up as we bolted out of the door.

note: If you haven't guessed I know nothing about guns or burglary.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was night. Two male cops stood in the threshold of a back door in some alley. In the alley stood two other men. One man was like a Chief of Police or an even higher up law enforcement or civil defense officer. The other man had been a police officer.

All the men had a 1950s kind of look. They were all white and overweight. The police were in their usual blue uniforms. The Chief was in a similar uniform. But the former cop was wearing something like a white t-shirt and a cap that looked somehow plasticky and boyish, almost like a mix between a milkman's hat and a propeller cap. The former cop was also a bit fatter than the other men.

The two cops had caught the former cop in some kind of really terrible act. It wasn't just criminal: it was disgusting. The two cops thought the former cop would be taken out of the force or thrown in jail. But the Chief announced that the man had been hired into some even higher security position. The clothes the man wore indicated this position to the men.

The two cops seemed to have asked, in a kind of veiled way, why the man had been promoted into an elite security force rather than arrested or fired altogether. The Chief said something like, "Well, I guess the higher ups just thought he was good at something."

The Chief walked the man away from the door and through the dark alley to something like a big van.

I was now walking with the man through a dark hallway and into a big, dark bedroom. There was just enough light for me to see what was going on in the bedroom. But I don't know where the light was coming from. It was like a dim flashlight.

Before our walk down the hallway, the man had been poisoned somehow. He was uncomfortable at first. But now he collapsed.

The man lay face down on the floor with his head and shoulders under the mattress of what may have been a bunk bed with a pretty thick, but kind of plain, wood frame. The man was completely naked.

For some reason I had to start massaging the man's back. It may have had something to do with getting the poison out. I massaged by making my hands into a fist and then pounding on the man's back with the underside of my fist.

I wondered if this was really necessary, or if the man weren't somehow tricking me into giving him a massage because it turned him on to have "younger" men give him a massage. I felt kind of violated by that thought, but I thought it couldn't be true.

But then, for some reason, I imagined being his "maid," but still as myself, as a man. I wore some kind of short, pink, iridescent dress with a fluttery skirt. I thought that eventually, after I massaged the man, the man would want to have sex with me. In my kneeling position, I moved up and down as if to practice the sexual motions I'd use while straddling the man.

I figured that it wasn't worth it to massage the man, and that he really didn't need me to massage him to get the poison out. I stood up and walked out of the room.

As I left the room, the man turned a little onto his side, so that his rear end was still facing me. He called to me, saying my name quite audibly. I turned to look down to him. He showed me the index finger of his right (?) hand.

Apparently the man had either crapped himself or just had a lot of crap in his colon. He had stuck his finger up or near his butt and got a load of crap heaped onto the finger. He was showing me this, as if to turn me on somehow.

I walked out of the room and through the hallway. The hallway was even darker than the room. Two Latina girls came walking from some pitch black room at the end of the hallway. They both looked kind of the same: very skinny, maybe in their early teens, with long, wavy hair, and wearing dark, v-necked, sleeveless or almost sleeveless t-shirts.

The Latina girls passed me. I thought that the girls must be going to have sex with the man. I wondered if there weren't two girls because one of them was originally meant for having sex with me.

But, I possibly thought, it didn't seem like having sex with the man so I could have sex with one of the girls would be much of a trade-off. And, given the way the man acted, I didn't think the sex with the girls would be untainted by whatever kind of nasty acts the man wanted to pull.

Dream #2

I was at my office, which was dark, as if it were night and less than half the lights in the office were on. There were a few other people in the office with me. Among them was my co-worker JM, and probably some of the people in his department, none of whom I recognized.

We stood in some area that seemed like a mix between a reception area and a conference room. The place seemed kind of open, with a bit of an L shape, but with both parts of equal size.

There seemed to be a reception desk as well as an executive desk in the "top" part of the L, while the "bottom" part had a kind of conference table. Off to the right side of the L, there was the wall of a cubicle, as if a long row of cubicles (with no lights on over them) started there.

There was also a weird decoration somewhere between the executive desk and the conference table. It looked like a wagon wheel. But it seemed to be made completely out of black iron. The spokes of the wheel also had a twirled look, and they may also have had knobby, node-like ornamentation along them.

There was some small discussion among some of us. Some people, including my boss, may then have left the room. JM remained. I had quit my job, but for some reason I was talking to JM about future tasks I'd be taking care of, as if I hadn't really quit my job.

But JM knew I'd quit my job. He didn't confront me directly about it. Instead, he started talking about all the people around him who had a lot of work to do and who would have really benefitted by having someone like me around.

There was a smaller office desk right next to the conference table. I either sat down at that desk or looked at it (it may have had a smaller, wooden "wagon-wheel" ornament on top of it). I said to JM that maybe I didn't need to quit after all. I thought that if all those people would like me to be around, and if I could do work that they'd appreciate, I could probably stay.

I was with my friend, N, and we had to break into a building in order to get information to solve some sort of crime. The owner of the building was a middle-aged businessman who was definitely a 'bad guy'. We were in a dark room, lit up only by the moon, that looked like an unused office in an office building, with a light tile floor, white walls, and a couple windows on one wall. It had a few odd metal structures in it and a stepladder that reached about 2-3 feet from the ceiling.

We were trying to be quiet and get around everything without knocking it over, as it would make a lot of noise and the owner was right down the hall. We also had cool skateboards. Something happened and we realized we would have to do something loud, but for some reason we figured that if we both climbed to the very top of the stepladder and hid there, when the owner came running in and turned on the lights, the ladder would disappear and he wouldn't be able to see us.

But then one of the metal things fell over and made a loud clanging sound, and we both started freaking out a bit and couldn't get up on the ladder in time. The owner then came in and caught us. I was a bit annoyed at N because it had been his idea, but I told him we had to stay calm, and he agreed.


This was one of those dreams where I just know I had a long awesome adventure but can't remember the details. ><

dreams that were one after the other a couple nights ago...

The first one was very long and interesting but I only remember one part due to my alarm
I was returning to what I think is my friends house, or at least I had met her their near the beginning of the dream. It had become over run with people all of which who were barfing. I tried to ignore it and find my friend in the chaos but the smell of it was so overwhelming that I had to leave. I remember being disgusted that everyone there was so drunk that they were barfing their guts out, and I left before barfing myself.

Dream from the next night:
I was driving (which was strange because I have never had a drivers license) and suddenly the entire road turned into several green bicycle lanes. I look for a place to turn away but there are no roads to turn onto. I drive into the lanes and begin avoiding bicyclists in a panic. After a bit of driving I start to think that it is not going to turn back into a normal street, but decide that it is to late now and that I should just keep going.

I am stopped by the police that begin to arrest me for driving in the bicycle lanes (I realize after awakening that I have no idea what their transportation was). I instantly begin to argue that there was no where else for me to go and that the way it was set up was ridiculous. They say: prove it. I walk back to the street (which I was magically next to again even after driving) and begin to point out the lack of exits to a different street when suddenly I see a paved area. My heart stops for a second until I realize that it is a paved bicycle lane. I continue to walk down the road, and it is awhile before I reach a street I could turn off of. I start to walk next to it and get stuck in very deep mud. I am unable to move but this does not stop me from complaining. The police want to fine me but I continue to make the point that there is not enough time or warning for me to have made any other choice. They finally agree to not fine me and are nice enough to help me out of the mud before continuing on their way.

Dream - Lucid

I was with someone, I can't quite remember who, but we were outside in the middle of this swarm of little white wispy things.

~

I was in my car with the guy who was apparently my boyfriend. I think he was Asian. I was sitting in the back seat, and my boyfriend was sitting in the driver's seat. I'm not sure where we were going.

A police officer came and sat in the passenger's side seat, and started asking us questions. It was about some safety thing or something, I'm not sure. I was nervous, though, because in the compartment in the arm rest in between the driver's and passenger's side seat, I had a bag with the end of a joint in it, and I also had my pipe in a box.

When the officer finished talking to us, he seemed satisfied. I thought we were home free. Then, he opened the arm rest compartment and started digging around. Fuck. I'm screwed. He dug through it, pulling out some trash and some odds and ends. When he got to the bag, before he had fully examined it, I leaned up and told him it was weed. I wasn't about to deny it and get in more trouble. He didn't say much of anything, but kept the bag with the joint. He kept digging around, but never pulled out my pipe. It was in there in its box, but he never got it out. He left the car with the joint. I was relieved that I didn't get in trouble.

Then, I remember seeing an old car with the engine exposed. The engine had caught on fire. The girl driving it didn't seem to notice. The flames got bigger and bigger as she drove away. I was worried her car would explode and she'd get killed.

I was then with my boyfriend in some room. I think we had just gotten some weed and were about to smoke. I remember holding my pipe. The room we were in was really interesting. There was a huge movie screen, and we were sitting on the other side of a railing. It was almost kind of outside and inside at the same time. I feel like it was really late at night. I remember we were sitting on some cushions or pillows, and there was a huge rack of pretty dressed next to us. I remember being flirty with my boyfriend, laughing and having a good time, but he seemed distracted. It was not a good sign. I could tell that he was having second thoughts about me, and it was only a matter of time before he broke it off.

There were also some cats there, 3 I believe. They were as fluffy as my cat, Belle, but they were a chocolatey, smoky color instead of white. I petted one of them as he came over to me. At that time, I also found out the girl in the flaming car was ok. Her car had exploded, but she had gotten out of the car before it happened.

I then saw Patsy from the show Absolutely Fabulous. She was standing by the rack of clothes and mocking me, telling me that she had planned for my boyfriend to not want to be with me. I was pissed.

I then remember going through the rack of dresses. Some of them fell off the hangers. I picked them up and put them back on the hangers one by one. Some of them were kind of wrinkled from falling onto the floor. I picked up a bright green silky dress. It was very pretty, but not really my style. I said something to my boyfriend about it. I don't think he said anything back. We sat there for awhile in silence as I let my mind wander until I woke up.

Non-lucid

My memory picks up in a neighborhood very close to mine, at one of my friends homes. One of my friends come to the door as I am walking up the street with some sort of "Hover Pack" on my back. It consists of two fans on each of my shoulders, and it seems as if it is made out of some sort of black plastic material, similar to a fan. The friend that came out of the front door to greet me, isn't even the friend that currently lives in the home. I begin to fly around on my hover pack, and I go above the house, and soon find myself next to some power lines. I get a little bit frightened and I attempt to avoid the lines to the best of my ability. The next thing I know my friend is flying beside me, and we soon make our way into town, which is not far from the house that my friend came out of. Some how we end up meeting another one of the people I know, and we end up committing some sort of crime, and we are all inside of my car trying our best to flee the scene. While in the car, one of my friends simply disappear, and I do not know where he went. I notice that I am not the one driving my car for some reason. I realize that being in a car is most likely not one of the safest way of escape from a crime scene, so I open the door and tell me friend to stop to let me out of the car. I exit the car, and my friend drives off in a rather fast fashion.

Now I am walking down the street, and I am thinking about how fast he was going, and I am hoping that he does not end up wrecking my car. I eventually make it farther down the road, and I end up at some sort of tunnel. Inside the tunnel, it appears as if there has been some sort of shooting, and car crash. I notice that it is my car that has crashed. As I am searching for my friend, and simply looking about the crash scene, I notice that the ground is simply littered with money. The money on the ground consists of twenty dollar bills, five dollar bills, and ten dollar bills. I begin to pick up all of the money as fast as I can, and I begin to think about the police and the fact that I only have a little bit of time before they arrive to the crash scene. I end up looking down the street on the other side of the tunnel, and I see some paramedics, and police officers coming down the road very quickly. I grab a few more bills off the ground, exit the tunnel and I sit just to the right of the tunnel behind a small wall where the tunnel protrudes out a bit. I sit my money down, and I begin to count it. As I am counting, I notice a rubber glove sitting below my money and out of nowhere comes a police officer. The officer is a women, and she has her gun drawn. She appears to be observing the crime scene, looking for some sort of evidence so I casually tell her about the rubber glove. She picks it up, and asks me to follow her. I try my best to hide the wad of money in one of my pockets as we begin to go back into the tunnel where the crash occurred. I lose sight of the women, so I decide to simply walk around the crime scene. I notice that the ground of the tunnel is made out of some odd plastic material and below I can see water, and a dead body that looks like it has been decaying, or burned.

The police force has now gathered at the opposite end of the tunnel, and they are working as a group to pull up one end of the plastic cover, which appears to be the road. They pull up the cover, and the water inside somehow disappears leaving the body exposed. They pull out the body, and toss it through the air and it does not move, as if it is simply a mannequin of some sort. I begin to walk away, exiting the other side of the tunnel, and I wake up just after I exit.

1. I'm called by the police after a concert to report on some crime; the process takes forever and I miss getting to my job.

2. Setting of dream is the same as the webcomic "Erfworld." A "good" character has called a massive flood to save her sister, but in doing so wipes out countless other lives. There's a view of a prisoner in an open-air dungeon with a terrified look on his face as the water sweeps in to overwhelm him.

3. I'm playing some sort of turn based strategy version of Super Smash Brothers; the opposing team is Mario and Luigi, and Luigi is kicking away my ranged attacks with his taunt move.

There was a woman, her legs didn't work as she was crippled. I remember something to do with an offence, murder i think. I was in a caravan with her and there was also a prison cell inside it.The crippled woman kicked something ((yet her legs didn't work!!)) when a coppa was there , he said that may be an offence so took her away, she was shouting about her legs not working then he came back in with her holding her up by one arm, he gives her a chance and say's she isn't in trouble, the coppa then tries to blame me and talks to me.

I am a constable myself and for some reason all my dreams about the police are about me being in trouble lol!!!

Illegally Driving an Illegal Car: (non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm at my friend Eli's house (because I have never been there in real life, his house looks like the normal house I dream about when I haven't actually been there). His house is brown, has one floor, is on a pond, it has a large mud room in the front of the house that has stairs up to a higher level.

I didn't really do much at his house, but I wake up in the living room ready to go to school. I check my iPhone, and it has this app on it that looks like the weather channel- but has an icon on the front that says what the weather will be like. Right now it has a sun and says 91F (it was actually 91 yesterday).

I'm now at this weird cafeteria that I have never been to in real life before, but its the same on from an earlier dream. Eli is there and we start to talk, I forget what its about but I'm pretty sure its just small talk. Someone motions that its ready to start the trip. We are going on a field trip today, but we all have to drive ourselves to get there. I actually don't have my license, but I'm a pretty good driver. I'm have my dads big, blue, F-150 to drive.

I don't really know where I'm going, but I just follow people. I get off the highway after some time, and see an underground parking garage. As I get inside of it, I realize how much of a pain in the ass it's going to be to actually park it. It takes me a lot of tires, but I get it to work.

A police officer comes over to me and asks who the car is registered to. I tell her that its registered to my dad. She says that it's actually not a real plate and she's going to need to do some tests on the car to make sure that the car is real. I forget exactly what she does, but she does a lot of tests and all of them confirm that the car is real.

Weird dream, but I am glad that I had four I could remember last night. Only posting two, though :3.

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