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I was playing a game and I was a low level so I just hid in the bushes or something

I was a ninja
I was picking flowers
My irl sister was there
There was some sort of flood in the sewers?

Alright. Last night had a lot of dreams, and I don't know where one ends and another begins, and this is DEFINITELY not the order I had them.

I'm talking to my friends on Ventrilo, and one of my friends hears my dogs barking through my microphone, even though I'm not holding down my push-to-talk button. I get really confused as to how this is possible.

I'm a girl that is alone, left with just her stuffed animals. I play with them and talk to them. I go into this guy's apartment because I don't have anywhere to go. He lets me stay with him.

Switch POV, I'm the guy now. The girl has a special ability of being able to be 'glued' to a cross. Or maybe it's more like a magnetic thing. I dunno. She wants me to help her find a cross with Jesus on it so she can be with him. We go outside and there's this marketplace. One of the run-down shops is a Pawn Shop.

I'm in class, sitting in the front row. I don't know who my teacher is. Maybe Mr. Akemon? He gives me the homework I missed cause I missed class on Monday (don't have his class irl this semester, and he teaches history, not math like I think this dream was)

I'm climbing down a ladder, and I'm feeling sick. My teacher is worried about me and I'm just like "Nah, I'm fine." I get to the bottom of the ladder and stumble around.

Gaming Club president is teaching us something about a game that's like a mixture between Minecraft, Wakfu, League of Legends, and The Sims. I work hard on making a map until it gets late. The president says he shouldn't even be here this late.

I'm at a graduation ceremony at my old highschool's football field. I get up and walk away to do something. I don't remember much about this. Spongebob and Patrick were there, doing something that looked like it would be in a Spongebob episode. I walk back to the graduation ceremony with a blanket draped over me perfectly so it looks like a cloak. I think about how perfect it would be for my special occasion speech in my Communications class.

I start to sit down beside my sister and they tell me not to cause something happened to the chair. I look at it and there's some weird stuff on it, so I sit on the corner.

There's some sort of infomercial for a disease, showing it spreading and talking about how everyone wants to touch it to see how it feels. It looked like a burn scar, so this might just be a translation into me wanting to know what a burn scar feels like (because of Katawa Shoujo. <3 Hanako)

False Awakening. I'm thinking about going back to bed so I can WBTB, but then I notice it's 3 PM. I get on Vent and ask my friend what I should do and he is confused as to why I would go back to sleep at 3 PM.

Another False Awakening. I'm in my kitchen talking to my sister, then she sits on the ground.

I was at an anime convention, walking through a hotel

I'm out in a forest, walking with a group of people. I think my irl sister is with me. We're trying to find a place to hide because a storm is coming. There is this old guy traveling with us, and he knows what to do. We find a sort of nature-house (out of like branches and stuff) that a lady is living in. She has a sign to repel cats on the door, but our cat ignores it and walks in anyway.

I'm at my grandmother's old house, and she's out in the pasture working. I'm looking for her, but my sister lets me know where she is.

Overall, the dream was pretty clear and, well, random as hell.

It was about two siblings: a teenage boy and his little sister who was probably around six years old. I was not actually in the dream myself, but I kept switching perspectives (or bodies?) between the two characters.

The siblings were on a boating dock and were standing on an oddly rounded deck. It made a sort of "pool," but it was not closed off to the rest of the ocean. My aunt told the siblings about a red sea creature that used to appear there every now and then. The siblings decide to go on with their plans to swim in the "pool," assuming the story was just an urban legend. After a while of playing with her brother, the little girl dives down to see what was at the bottom. Somehow, she gets stuck down there and starts to drown. Her brother becomes concerned and dives after her, only to see her being carried to the surface by the red sea creature, which was only seen as a big red and pink blur. The girl could see a woman's arms were holding onto her.

Both kids were getting out of the water, but the sea creature had disappeared as quickly as it/she appeared. The boy was helping his sister to get out, but was surprised to find that his sister had a fish tail and had been turned into a mermaid! The girl, being the little kid she was, thought this was awesome. After getting over the shock, her brother laughed and stayed with her to let her swim more. Soon though, a man caught sight of the mermaid child and immediately wanted to capture her (and implied he would hurt "it"). He told others and formed a group of people who were after the girl. When they made their intentions clear to the brother, he grabbed his sister and started running from them. When they found a hiding place for a few moments to catch their breath, they overheard two of the lead men saying that if she stayed in the water long enough, she'd keep her powers, grow gills, and be able to breathe both air and under water forever; but if she stayed out of water in her human form too long, she'd become a human for good. Obviously, they wanted a mermaid so they had to hurry before she was out of the water too long. They caught sight of the brother who was making his way toward a truck. For whatever reason, his sister (who was in a temporary human form from being out of water) was riding on top of the truck while the brother speedily drove away. The girl could see the men in another truck coming after them.

The two then reached some sort of big hotel, which they tried to hide in. Somehow, the group chasing them had gotten everyone in on it, letting everyone think that she was this horrible thing that was on the loose and was dangerous/ evil/ a disgrace. Running again, the two went down different halls to try to escape (which had weird triangular mirrors every once & a while randomly on the walls). They came to a dead end, where the whole group of men were waiting to ambush them. One of them purposefully got the girl wet with a bucket of water, which made her tail grow back. They had backed her into a corner and she looked terrified, but her brother somehow got past the group, grabbed her up before they did, and sprinted out of there. He eventually made it back to the same "pool" type thing they started at and the group chasing them was nowhere to be found. They tried to find the mysterious red sea creature again, but only thought they might have caught a glimpse.

Nap on 4/24/2012

My friend from Communications class is driving me around. I'm singing along with the radio, which is one of the Nico Nico Choruses. A policeman shows up and offers to drive us around in his golf cart. I don't get on but he drives off so I run to catch up. My friend says he accidentally told him I was ready.

It's a Minecraft-ish world. I'm playing as Rammus and Wukong.


Night of 4/24-25/2012

I'm having a party and I invite all my old highschool friends. I say that I wonder when my friend Maria is going to show up, then she pops out from under a bunch of pillows and says "I'm already here!"


I'm lying in bed, eating sunflower seeds and trying to go to sleep. My mom and my sister are being loud so I can't do it. It's probably around time for me to get up anyway. I go to the hallway and my mom asks me to feed the dogs. I say yeah, sure, and I go to fill up their food bowl. There are two of Cassie, and I don't think anything of it until I start walking back inside.

"Why are there two Cassies? Because I'm dreaming!"
I do a reality check and start rubbing my hands together while I try to think of what a good way to stabilize is. I start to feel myself fade, so I shout "INCREASE LUCIDITY!" No more luck than last time. I try it a few more times, and then start asking my subconscious to help me out. I fade to black and soon feel myself wake up.

I do a reality check. Nothing. I'm still super happy that I had a lucid dream, though. I tell myself "Good job" and try to go back to sleep. I lay there for a bit and realize I'm not tired at all. I decide that I'll just have another lucid dream later on in the day when I take a nap.

Nap 1 on 4/25/2012

I dream about having to go buy corn dogs, and say that we can just go buy one from a fast food restaurant.

MaximumRevolver was doing a speech in Communications class (even though he's not in my Communications class) and it turns out to be just like 5 minutes of a song.

My first dream was me going back to work, but the management there still giving me stress more than twice as much as usual. I'd rather not remember any more than that of this dream.

Later on my youngest sister and I were in a mall walking around window shopping. This mall had a main isle laid out in a big semi-circular pattern, although it continued on after that as a straight hallway. We stopped to see a couple movies at the theater. That was nice. After the movies, we spilt up but decided to meet back at the theater at a certain time. After wandering around for a bit, I decided it was time to go back to the theater. The mall was so big, walking was going to take forever. I decided to run, and reached the end of the mall quickly. Oh no, this is the wrong end, I went the wrong way!

There was a display there showing a map of the mall, so I'm trying to look at it and see what I did wrong, and what way to go to get back where I want to be. Although the display model somewhat resembles the mall, it is confusing so I decide not to waste any more time looking at it. I start heading the other way getting ready to run, there is only one route to follow anyway. There is 2 speedwalkers in front of me, a couple. I'm slowly jogging by this point and trying to pick up speed but they are in my way. As I start to go around the guy, he puts his arm out to block me from doing so, as if he were going to clothesline me. I'm like, "oh no you didn't!" It's a good thing for him I woke up at this point, or we were gonna fight.

The dream starts off I am in my school church and we are doing our Easter Passion play like we do every year and I am Judas like I was the last time I was in it. After we finished it the first time I was brought to another point of time where we were doing the play for the second time, except this time the church looked nothing like it did before and my religion teacher looks nothing like himself. He didnt even look like a human; there was something about his head being shaped like a balloon. It was much larger than it was the first time with big columns coming down from the ceiling. Instead of acting out the play me and someone else are sitting down listening to someone talk from the front of the church. Me and this person I am sitting next to strike up a conversation, for some reason I saw "Penis" entirely too loud and the entire congregation turns around and my old football coach says some rude remark. At this point I am feeling really embarrassed and I walk out of the church and I go into a side door of the church. From the side door I enter my truck and I immediately drive up to my house. One of the strange things was that my house didn't have any steps. I just drove my truck as close to the door as I could and stepped from my truck to my house door. (I have a very lifted truck and my house is on a brick base so my front door is high up without steps) When I enter my home I notice that my mom, a girl that I am antiquated with, and 2 or 3 other indistinguishable people. The girl was staring at my from the outside of the door. I notice my sister inside the house, but she looks nothing like my sister. She was also way too young to be my sister, i have no younger sisters than me, but somehow in my mind I knew it was my sister. Suddenly my sister and I break out into a Katana sword fight. I throw my sword into some sort of portal that looked like a poster on the wall and my sword disappears. I pull another sword out of no where and I walk up to my sister use one hand to grab her shoulder and the other to drive the sword into her chest.

This means normal dream
This means lucid dream
This means I'm loosing my lucidity
This means non-dream notes

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Not much I remember about this one. I just remember being with my family in some mixed woman's house and we were eating cookies. I went to find some milk for the cookies but that woman said their was none so she gave me a packet of powdered kitten milk substitute, like what you feed orphan cats. I tried to thank her without looking disgusted and failed. My mom was not happy about this.

Then, something led to my mom telling me that my youngest sister was doomed to die before she hit the double digits so I should not reprimand her for misbehaving.

Then, we were in a car speeding down the road. There was not enough room for me so I was clinging onto the back of the car as best I could. My history teacher was in the back seat with my sister and someone else. I climbed though the car's sunroof and squeezed myself next to my sister.

That is all I can remember.

I was having short afternoon power nap testing my REM-Dreamer...

I am in Czech, but seem that only for a short time....
It is a beautiful sunny day... it feels like spring....

I am coming from Pavel and thinking that I want to go running.... I actually run home and its lovely and effortless... I am taking deep breaths and it feels just amazing... the freshness and the joy of activity....
I am thinking that I should contact Zbisek Lhota and we could go for a run.... I also think to myself what clothes did I pack with me.... did I take some shorts???... Then I remember that i did...

I get home and run upstairs to my room to get ready and to put my phone on the charger...... As I am passing through the corridor, with the corner of my eye I notice my mum and my sister sitting in the living room having a chat. I hear just a fragment, but it makes me think..... my mum is saying something like "it is like if he said... In that night top you look like... (some bad compliment)...." .. i think you pushed a bit too much with this..... (i know that my sister probably said something to her boyfriend.. and now he is upset about it... and my mum is trying to explain to her.....

I get in my room, putting shorts on and getting ready...

03.04.2012

Library, Cute Animals and Inside Random House, Blonde Resting on Couch With Me (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I have horrible recall on these dreams. I slept for around 4 hours, did a WBTB for 20 minutes, then tried to relax myself for a WILD, but I guess I went unconscious and forgot to regain awareness from time to time.

Edit:

Me and Alyzarin had a shared dream non-lucidly Her Entry--->

http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/alyz...-sealed-30519/
Dream 1: Library

I was in some kind of library I believe, there were a set of computers where students were working at, and I'm on a computer trying to complete some assignment. There's this dude to the left of me who is being annoying as hell.



I try to tolerate him for a while, like slapping his hand away from me I think when he tries to get near the computer I'm at. Then I just scream at him and the idiot is finally out of might perspective. Then I have some trouble bypassing something on the computer.

Then an Asian teacher comes near me, wondering what I'm doing. I start to panic and tell her that I'm following what the assignment and book is telling me.

I don't know why I'm panicking, because the teacher seems to be accepting almost everything I said to her, so there was no point in me opening some random book to show her that I'm doing something productive, but I do it anyway.

From what I recall from peripheral vision, or just slightly turning my head from this dream, this lady looked almost like my Chemistry 102 teacher. She was wearing glasses, had smooth hair, and was probably wearing a brown jacket that went all the way near her knees or feet.

When I'm done proving to this lady that I'm doing work, which I didn't even need to do, one of the students behind me points to me how to bypass something I'm having trouble with. It think it's going to a certain site that's filtered or blocked.

To do so, we had to type the link and add one something like ":First name, Last name, Year" or something close to that.

I can't much of what I did after that.

Dream 2: Cute Animals and Inside Random House

The environment is weird, I feel like I'm near areas close to my apartment complex, and I'm just talking a walk going somewhere. Then I see this house to the left of me as I'm heading straight down a road somewhere.

I see this really cute black and white cat, and probably two other cute animals as well. I believe one was a brown bunny, and the other I don't know.(because my recall is kind of crap because I'm still trying to remember this after almost convincing myself that I couldn't recall anything).



I focus my attention on the black and white kitty, and it's just sitting on stop of a bush I believe. I start to pet it, and it feels so good petting it. It starts to "Meow" and I could just die from this cuteness!

I start asking it random questions, and it literally responds with "Meow" every time like it's actually talking to me. I could just die from this awesomeness. I probably spend a few minutes petting the cute kitty and listening to it "Meow" all the time.

Then the dream shifts to where I think some teenage girl in a blue jacket with glasses (It's Alyzarin now that I saw her DJ entry), and she is fairly light in skin color asks me to do a favor for her. I reject the favor and try to run away from her, and I think I made the poor girl sad.

I think I was in a random house with some random DC, but I'm not really interested in trying to remember it.

Dream 3: Blonde Resting on Couch With Me

This dream was kind of weird, it starts out with me near this guy sitting on the couch, and I'm giving him money to do some kind of assignment for me (lol wtf?)

I look at him for a while as I'm going to sit down on the other end of the couch. Then I think he disappears.

The room starts to get a little dark, with some lights on somewhere in the kitchen

I'm watching a huge screen TV, probably at the living room in this random house, and there's this blonde in a black nightgown resting on the middle of the couch, and from the perspective I'm looking at, her butt is --> <-- close to my sides.



Her feet were basically on my side, and she's watching the TV as well. Then she starts to raise one of her legs up, which kind of blocks my vision from the TV.

Instead of touching touching her to ask her if she could lower her leg, I just look the other way and do something else. Then I turn to her again, and I see she looks a lot like a girl named "Sierra" that I knew in waking life, but only for a few seconds because of my perspective of seeing her butt in front of me and the bottom edge of her face.

She was basically using one arm to lean on the couch, and I eventually, she lowers her legs. I guess she realizes that I was there and quietly does so she wouldn't feel embarrassed.

Then I think I look in front of me is another screen that's showing images of my sister in a gray jacket, jeans and some type of blouse shirt, and a beret hat. I think she's with her daughter.



That's all I remember.

I had a very powerful baby dream last night. I don't remember a lot of details. But I do remember I had this baby girl who was about 4-5 months old. She was so wonderful and adorable and I felt this overwhelming love for her. I remember just being in awe that I was this little girl's mom. It was amazing. At the same time I seemed to have this faint feeling that this wasn't going to last (but not enough to lead to lucidity). I remember being at my sister's place sitting on her couch holding the baby. I also remember seeing a baby swing in one of her rooms and being excited to put my baby in the swing. I also remember thinking, "I really need to buy some baby stuff."


I know this dream was inspired by being with two friends last evening and their babies which were both around 4 months old.

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

A man who was probably in his late forties was having me house-sit for him. The man was probably rich. He had a pretty big apartment in Manhattan. He seemed gay, and his face looked a little soft and worn out.

The man showed me around his apartment. The apartment seemed like it could have been in an old building. But it seemed to be in a new building, or at least to be surrounded by a lot of new buildings.

But even though the apartment was big and nice, it was really messy. There was clutter everywhere. Nothing was organized. Everything was so packed together. It didn't seem like a very comfortable place to live.

I walked around the apartment with and without the man. The apartment had two halves, like two wide, narrow rectangles. There must have been more rooms. But the rectangles were wide enough already to give the apartment a lot of space.

At one point I walked through a kitchen. There was a bunch of old garbage in the sink. There was even something that looked like a dead pigeon. It looked all wet and gross, like it was starting to rot. But somehow I determined that the pigeon was a fake pigeon, like a stuffed animal. Since it had never been alive, I thought, it couldn't die and rot.

A little while later I must have thought I was by myself, even though I didn't think the man had gone on his trip yet. I kept looking out the windows of the apartment. There were windows everywhere. I was worried that people would look in and see me, especially while I was doing something gross, like masturbating.

I also worried that some of the man's friends would find that I was house-sitting. I worried that the people would look down on me and make it known to me somehow that they disapproved of the man allowing some low person like myself to house-sit for him.

I may have considered cleaning up the man's house. I may also have considered masturbating. But now the man woke up. I could see him sitting up on a huge but sparse and dishevelled bed in a room full of yellow light. The man and I walked around the house again.

I was now with my brother. We were in a cafeteria on the first floor of the apartment building -- like the building was a new, enormous apartment building or office building. We were getting some food for the man.

My brother then got some food for himself, as the man had told him. I'd also been told to get some food. But I didn't really want anything. But rather than have anybody worry about me, I just decided to get something. But whatever it was I got, I knew it was such junk food that the man and my brother would ridicule me for it.

Dream #2

A boy, maybe five or six years old, stood before me. His back was to me. He only wore a pair of white underwear. It was planned that the boy and I would have sex. But I didn't want to. I didn't want to get in trouble for having sex with a child, and I didn't want to have sex with a male.

But the boy was a part of the whole plan. He was going to make me have sex with him The boy began fondling me and then moving up against me.

The boy was moving his backside so that he was directing me into him. All this time I hoped I'd find my way under his backside and into a vagina, discovering that the boy was actually a girl, so I wouldn't have to be with a boy. But it didn't happen. And, in spite of myself, I was feeling really aroused.

Dream #3

I was with my mom and sister in a car. We had gone to some bookstore. The bookstore was the first branch of a very small chain. The second branch was closing down. So we were visiting the original store to see how it was doing.

But for some reason only my mom went in. It seemed like she was taking a really long time in the store. So I decided to go inside and see what she was doing.

The store was kind of big, but really dingy. The light was a white, fluorescent light. The floors and shelves were grey and old. The place looked more like an old video store than a bookstore.

I found myself in some section selling videos. There was a poster of a bunch of grotesque imagery that I thought was scenes out of a horror film. But it turned out to be a poster for the video Faces of Death. It may actually have been for Faces of Death III.

I now understood that these images were of actual people, dying in really gross ways. Some of the people looked like their bodies and heads were melted. Others were decapitated. Others had gigantic holes gouged through their bodies.

I looked around me. This section was filled with nothing but snuff films and posters for snuff films. I wasn't terribly grossed out. But I decided to get out of the area.

I walked up a small staircase to the back half of the store. The place seemed to be empty, except for a few pieces of exercise equipment, which also seemed to be on sale.

I saw an older, kind of fat man with grey hair, tinted eyeglasses, and a black t-shirt standing somewhere, maybe reflected in a mirror wall. I felt like he would have done something bad to me if I'd gotten close to him. So I turned around and headed out of the store.

As I exited the store I realized that this place was closing down, just like the second branch had closed down. The whole chain of bookstores must have been going out of business. Everything in the store was on sale for clearance prices -- even the exercise equipment.

I was then back in the car with my mom and sister. My mom was driving away. We were heading out of a small parking lot and onto a small road that wound in between two tight, forested hills. My mom and I spoke about how the bookstore chain was shutting down.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

A kind of short, cocky-looking Latino guy with kind of tall, wavy hair was walking through a door. The guy was wearing a military jacket and no shirt. He had a girl on either arm. He was kind of giggling to himself.

The guy seemed to be walking into some huge mansion, which was probably his. The idea seemed to be that the guy had gotten rich somehow, possibly through rap music. He was really gloating about his success, which was really pissing me off. I wondered why the assholes were always the successful ones.

The man was followed by another guy, who I assumed was the guy's brother. The brother looked a lot like the man, except that he looked a lot more gentle-mannered and worn-out. He may have been partly bald. The brother also entered with two people, possibly family members.

The brother was then followed by a lot of other family members. I thought it was at least good that the man was letting his whole family in on his wealth.

But now it was like the group of people was some kind of tour, taking a walk through Beyonce's mansion. The group was mostly young adults and older kids. Everybody, walking through the mansion, had the feeling that they would be able to make money like this, too, someday.

I was following the people through the mansion from a backward view, like I was facing people and looking through a dolly-camera as it tracked through the rooms. Each room of the mansion had different colors for the walls. There was one room with yellow walls and another room with sea-green walls.

In the room with sea-green walls a young, white woman was looking at a bunch of empty picture frames that hung on the wall. I had turned around to face forward and look at the woman.

The woman asked me, "How do they get the money for the models for these things?" I didn't know how to respond to that. Apparently the woman thought the picture frames had all been made to order or built by hand, instead of just bought.

I walked into another room, which was mostly dark. It was a really big room, almost like a ballroom. But most of the room couldn't be seen in the darkness. I stood in the light of the room I had just left.

Obscured from my view by some tall potted plants like palms was a table. Two people stood at the table. At first I thought it was Jay-Z and Beyonce. But then I realized it was Beyonce and some other woman. At first I thought the woman was white. But as I creeped around the plants, I saw that she was black.

Beyonce said something to the woman about giving the woman advice, from one mother to another.

Dream #2

I was in some place like a locker room with a group of people like business people. The business people were all smarter and more put-together than I was. But they all liked me anyway, for some reason. We had just finished up something. We were now hanging around and laughing with each other.

Then some sports team came into the room. They were like a soccer team at first. It was also like they were somehow a part of our group. But then they were some other group of people. They started getting really loud and rowdy, kind of to bully the rest of us and make us feel uncomfortable.

Then the group of people became a whole bunch of black guys. They were all kind of skinny and grizzled-looking. One had a long, skinny, grey beard. They all wore really nice golfing clothes, with pale beige golfing sweaters. They'd all just come in from the links. They threw their golf bags all over the floor.

For some reason I was laying on the floor. One guy saw me on the floor and threw his golf bag so it landed on my right leg. It didn't hurt very much. But I knew he'd done it out of disrespect.

I stood up instantly and was right in the guy's face. I may even have been standing on his feet. The guy seemed passive, but not really afraid. I was yelling at the guy and doing something physical to him, to try to hurt him. I got madder and madder.

Suddenly I was out on a beach. The beach felt small, almost fake. I couldn't see the water. There seemed to be a couple dunes of sand on either end of a small, flat area of beach. I stood near one of the dunes with a young woman.

The woman knew, but wasn't quite telling me, that I'd gotten so mad just a moment ago that I'd committed some kind of really violent act on a group of people. I'd probably killed a few people. The bodies were now gone, but there were still small traces of blood here and there.

I couldn't remember anything about the violent act, and the woman wouldn't tell me anything about it. She didn't even tell me outright that I'd done it. All I could figure was that I'd killed that group of black men in the locker room.

Something about that thought brought the black man before me again. I was filled with rage. But for some reason I was now just flying over the sand. In the places where the dunes had been, or maybe just before the dunes, were two intricate sand sculptures, each of a city. The cities looked almost like Middle Eastern cities.

Dream #3

There was some kind of big tract of land with a house on it. The house was at the bottom of a kind of steep hill. The hill had a flower garden on it.

At the base of the hill, along the side of the house, was a stone path which may almost have felt like a trench in places. At some point in the trench area was a door that led into some dark, cellar-like room. This was apparently a woman's quarters. The room also held a bathroom.

The woman who lived in the quarters was probably Irish, pale-skinned, tallish, fat, with red-brown hair. She wore a dress of coarse, plain fabric, probably denim-blue and tan. She was probably a little grouchy, lazy, and mean.

My sister now stood before me and a few other family members in a kitchen. My sister was very young, maybe nine or ten years old. She wore a pale blue skirt and some long, white stockings with blue designs on them.

My sister was complaining about having gone down into the bathroom in the woman's quarters. She had opened the door while a woman -- probably not the woman who lived there -- was in the bathroom.

My sister told us, "I'm not a lesbian. So I wouldn't try to see a woman naked. But when I opened up the bathroom door the woman did this." My sister grabbed her chest and made gestures indicating big breasts.

My sister said, "Then she said, 'I'm married with kids, so don't get any ideas!' Like she thought I was coming into the bathroom to have sex with her!"

Same story as past few days, recall stays pretty poor, but so does my general imsomnia. Anyway, here's another "classic" dream, or more like "WTF?" dream. Short one because I'm feeling lazy.

Wardrobe Malfunction Times Ten
Date: June 10th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was sitting at my computer, as usual and my little sister was watching Disney Channel, as usual as well. Some kind of concert was starting. Miley Cyrus and some other girl were performing. Ryan Seacrest was the host. Ryan got really excited for some reason and started screaming and shouting in excitement. Even my sister was amazed how he shouted.

Then Miley and the other girl comes into the pictures and I'm astounded. She had only some black, too small bikini on and they were somehow wrong - the nipples were showing. I guess it could have been erotic, but I was too confused by the sight to even think anything like that. WTF? How could anything like that happen?

Something happened and the Miley had changed her clothes - this time to a white, beautiful princess dress. Except that the dress had no top, her breasts were completely exposed this time. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

Now the real worrying thing here is that I saw a dream that had Miley Cyrus and Ryan Seacrest in it. Disturbing times...