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(man it's a long one)

Part 1: Spider-man and Dream Control

The first section involved me trying to help Spider-man escort some kids to a destination across the generic city that often features in my dreams. I started out using the dream control powers I'm most adept at, superhuman agility and size changing. after I was done escorting, Spider-man thanked me, and I decided to try and perform a longstanding dream goal, to see if I could switch genders.

After unsuccessfully attempting to to conjure a potion to do so, some weird advert for a product for it just appeared in my field of vision, and for whatever reason, I found out it was in my uncle and aunt's room in the hotel they were staying at. I immediately tried and successfully gained access to their room by sneaking in. The serum was apparently a form of shampoo, and I decided to take a shower with the weirdly complicated showerhead apparatus there. The serum didn't really work, but slowly did it after I took the shower, In the process, I completely destabilised the dream, plummeting it into chaos, I false-awakened as a girl, in my regular room, wearing my ordinary PJs, after that, I decided I'd go back to sleep.

Part 2: Shopping and Terrible Rollercoasters

I found myself in a ]shopping centre, specifically, the model most closely tied to the "docks" area, I woke up with a few friends, one even had a simulation of a rollercoaster they built, it appeared to be a weird fusion between a industrial/futuristic-themed ghost train, and a steel sitdown coaster in the fashion of The Scorpion Express, the ride jerked you around like some amateur designed it, too many Gs with a lot of corners in the tracks. We browsed around, getting a REALLY cool Nerf gun that had burst fire and multiple secondary dart types you could shoot, it looked like a cross between a surgefire, a Spectre REV-5, and a Demolisher 2-In-1.

The War and The Witch

After walking home for a bit, we stumbled upon a funeral parade for victims of "the old war", a lot of things happened before the parade, I even saw Emperor Palpitine driving a flying Arriva bus with only half the wheels. I saw multiple of my dad's old milliary friends marching in the parade, hearses carrying the coffins of young children, people who had fought in the war, and multiple machines that fought in the war. I climbed into one, and was handed a section of poem to read out. I can't remember the exact text of the poem, other than at some point it was replaced by an entirely new Harry Potter book. after the vehicle got separated from the main parade, we came across a destroyed bridge that had seemingly collapsed from all the people that had crossed it. As we plummeted into the water, we found some wire that got caught on the supply vessel we were in, something shot us out of the water, and on to land. I got out and tried to walk. I walked a familiar route, past the RSCPA complex, through the industrial estate, and onto a field. The only difference now, is that I picked up someone trying to get to a section in my journey.

I encountered a witch on the path back to the parade, who then turned into a south asian women in a hijab, I recognised her, we had a talk, and then it all just faded out from there.

DJ Log: July 28, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: • NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am sitting on the floor in front of a laptop on a low table, talking with a guy about work-related stuff on a software-based phone. There is a blue velvet sofa to my left and a matching love seat directly across the room. A bookshelf stereo system is on a table beside the love seat and there are large speakers sitting on the floor on both sides. The carpet is light tan and the walls are snow white. There are two oil paintings hanging on the wall which have peaceful, abstract swirls of color on them, primarily shades of blue and green. The paintings are perfect mirror-images of each other.

As I am talking on the phone, my brother walks into the room and turns on the stereo which is sitting on the other side of the room. I yell at him to turn it down, but he just gives me a dirty look and turns it up even louder. I yell at him again, "Turn it down or I will come over there and break the speakers." He gives me a defiant look and starts head-banging to the music. The paintings on the wall now have a fiery red, orange, and yellow scheme to them.

Becoming angry, I lay the phone headset down, then go over and pick up the stereo off the table and rip all the wires out of the back. When I get back to the phone, my mom is sitting on the next couch, giving me a strange look. As soon as I pick up the headset for the phone, she starts talking loudly on a cordless phone. I look at her with a WTF look, and then I notice that the paintings now have a fiery mushroom cloud on them.

Now enraged, I throw my headset down on the table again and slam the lid shut on the laptop. Walking into the kitchen, I forcefully remove the cordless phone cradle from the wall and smash it all over the floor. I throw a childish temper tantrum and stomp all over the broken pieces while screaming at the top of my lungs. After a moment, I run back into my bedroom and slam the door shut, then I wake up.