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09-19-2012 -- [Very weird dream, about five hours into sleep period, scenes all over the place and very odd.]

Working in a fast food place of some sort, and see a pack of Mike 'n Ikes or Good and Fruity or the like, which I can't resist taking from a shelf. The place has turned into more of a convenience store, and a minute or two after I take it, I realize I have to pay for it, and try to give my manager a quarter. She doesn't want to take it, and has a policy of only taking bills, but I remind her it is only .25 cents, so bills mouldn't make as much sense.

There are brief hints of Doctor Who and the TARDIS, but it doesn't go anywhere. Instead, as I step into the TARDIS, it turns into an elevator, and just takes me to the second floor. I am now on the second floor at what seems to be a cross between the TAMS warehouse and Hewitt Associates. I don't work here, but for some reason I am in the building.

I am walking down the hall, and find an attractive woman who seems to be delivering some job applications that people have filled out or something. They won't take them, but ask the woman to wait, explaining there is more information needed or something, and that it will all be clear in a couple of minutes. I walk further to where some prospective new employees are being given a test, and they are being told "You will not be able to finish the test. Do not let this worry you, just get as far as you can in it." The questions are all numbered, but not all numbers are used, they jump around.

One guy thinks he has figured out something, and is suggesting everybody ignore any questions numbered under 1000, as their group all has employee numbers over 1000. I'm a little disgruntled, as my number, when I worked there, was under 1000. On the other hand, I am neither reapplying nor taking the test, so why should I care? [Oddly, I am convinced this bit of the story reflects on a Harry Potter fan fiction I read last night right before bed, where Dudley had a number of 00001.]

I walk back toward the attractive lady with the applications, figuring I would try and get a glimpse and see if I could figure what was missing from them. She doesn't want me to look, and seems offended or something, and suddenly we are in May Company at the Buena Park Mall, and either she chases me out the door facing La Palma, or I chase her out of it. We're approaching Dale Avenue, and need to cross to the Food King parking lot, but the traffic is really, really heavy.

Somehow the woman is now being carried in my arms, and is half a very sleepy BC, and half a sleepy cat. And either might be disturbed by all the loud, rushing traffic. There is finally a break in the traffic, and I start to run across the street, when there is some loud music behind us in the mall parking lot. I make it safely across the street and into the Food King parking lot, but now the music is in front of us. It is a group of punks (almost a gang) who are going shopping. As we grab carts and start toward the door, they are telling us we can't go shopping because they are going shopping.

We try to ignore them, and as we approach the door, BC has warped into Dale. Somehow we already have stuff in our carts as we approach the door, and it seems like we have to be checked out to go in, rather than the other way around. Odd. Anyway, we are supposed to have four 12 packs of sodas, and the punks ahead of us only have two, so they steal two from our cart, and the guy checking them in doesn't seem to care. But since Dale and I no longer have four, they aren't sure about letting us in.

Soon they are cooking something for us, but since we don't have all the ingredients they wanted, they aren't making what we ordered. I try to be pleasant, but explain that since they aren't making what we ordered, we'll try it, but if we don't like it, we'll refuse it. One of the punks is making fun of us, so I suddenly start beating him, seriously, about the face, really smashing it up pretty badly. I am speaking to the manager about the whole situation when Dale gets mad, and starts slamming the face of the employee into a table, smashing him up pretty badly, as well. The manager says he was thinking about firing the guy, anyway, and I am trying to make sure Dale doesn't go too far and kill the guy.

Soon we're sitting on one of the benches outside the store. It is late at night, and for some reason I have a deck of cards and am asking Dale to "pick a card, any card." Except I've forgotten how whatever trick I was going to do was supposed to work, so I just put the deck in my pocket and forget about it. We're discussing some sort of trip we want to take at the end of the month, but don't know if we can pull it off, probably not. Dale is falling asleep, while I am matching up these strange little bits of stone, and whenever I find two that are alike, they disappear. I am soon realizing they are Runescape strange rocks.

08-29-2012 -- Fragments, nothing but fragments. I don't know what is going on with my dreams. A bunch of nights of incredible dreams of length and clarity and great storylines, and then nothing but fragments. And I can't see anything different about what I have been doing to prepare for sleep on the different nights. Oh well. I don't usually bother noting fragments, but a few of these struck me as interesting, so ...

Something in a hotel, may or may not have been working security. Big, fancy hotel. Lots of time between floors in elevator or on escalators. Stop by fancy restaurant inside. All I can remember.

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In my 2nd bedroom in the Hickory house, staring at a phone wire running about five feet between two spots on the wall. Somehow that phone wire is a train route in Railroad Tycoon (guess what I've been playing a lot over the last few days) and since the phone wire is a double line wrapped together, but only a single wire of it is being used, I am pulling the ends of the second wire free, and then attaching them to the same screws as the first wire. This gives me two train lines between the same cities, doubling the load capability, and therefore increasing the inheritance somebody is going to get from this train route. (Am also afraid I am going to electrocute myself.)

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I'm in a classroom somewhere, sitting at desks and somehow working on some sort of science project. One of the people here is Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And there are a couple of nerds presenting ideas they've come up with. Their ideas do some great theorizing about a wide range of scientific theories, but get nowhere and accomplish nothing in the real world.

Somehow I am a super genius, and take each of these ideas, and string them all together to make things that will change the world. Amazing stuff. We're building working models of things, and one of them somehow ejects something at high speed and force, and suddenly one of the nerds has a hole in his chest. I manage to convince him it is not important, and that his body will heal it without any trouble, and to just keep working.

By this time it is a big, fancy business, and not a school room, and we are just getting ready to leave for the day when we're attacked by crooks who want to steal our ideas. We're fighting for our lives, and me, Buffy, and another tough guy (probably a vampire) are easily fighting them off, but they decide to pick on one of the nerds. They shoot at him, and I try to throw myself in front of the bullet, since it won't do me much harm, but I'm too late. He's dying. I think we have to turn him to save him.

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Somehow I am at the beach, out swimming in the ocean (Atlantic, not Pacific) and I've been swimming for some time. I'm coming up on a lifeguard tower about a half a mile out, where there are some buoys stretched out to mark the limits of how far people are allowed to go, and a life guard stationed there to enforce, and rescue those who need it.

I'm not quite there, and I am getting tired, so I swim over to one of the ropes stretching out from the shore to the buoy, and just start pulling myself along it. About this time, I notice my feet touching the ground, and I'm thinking to myself, I'm a half mile out, here. No way I should be able to touch the ground. And I start thinking about the hurricanes, and suddenly realize there must be a tidal wave coming. I start hurrying for shore as quickly as I can.

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I'm in a bedroom, no idea where this one is. I am naked, and crouched by an unblocked window that is very low in the wall, so I am barely covered. The window opens out onto the street, and it is broad daylight, so this is probably not a good thing. Doesn't bother me too much, though. There's an attractive girl here who is also wearing nothing, and I am enjoying the view. A guy walks in, and he is wearing only a shirt, and an I glance down, he seems to have the lower body of a woman. That isn't right! So I take a firm look, and good, the dangly bits that should be there, are there. He takes this to mean I am coming on to him, and he seems to like it and is approaching me, so I have to quickly explain.

Somehow I seem to be watching a cartoon, except it is happening here in the room, instead of on a screen. There is a green and yellow polka-dotted blob-like creature that is trying to rob a filing cabinet in the middle of a building late at night. To see where he is going, he opens his mouth and a beam of light comes out of it. On the wall, you can see shadow outlines of a creature in his stomach (squirrel, weasel, maybe ferret) holding the flashlight. He opens one of the filing cabinets and a mermaid pops out and lands on the ground. She can't speak, and she is using her hands to cover her breasts, so she can't really do anything except glare at the strange creature. For some reason, I think it is J.K. Rowling.

Meanwhile the guy in only a shirt is trying to read my dream journal, and I am trying to stop him. I suddenly realize this is very odd, since I am usually annoyed because there aren't enough people reading my dreams on the computer, yet I don't want him reading them here in real life. He is commenting on how he doesn't want to read the dreams about the Vatican (don't think I have ever dreamed about the Vatican, not being Catholic), and is trying to find a piece of blank paper. I don't have any in my dream journal, so I think I may have to grab some from the printer.

08-24-2012 -- [So I've been noticing something odd. I have some dreams that I think are huge, and some dreams that seem quite short in comparison. But when I write out the basics so I don't forget, almost all of them take up the same amount of space. And when I type them in, almost half the time, the short, sweet ones are longer than the long ones. This stuff is just weird. That said, this feels like one of the longest dreams I have ever had, and it covers something like a couple of decades of time. We'll see how long it is after I type it in, though....]

This is a Harry Potter dream. Throughout the dream, I am Harry Potter, though the entire dream also takes place in less than a block of space where I grew up in Buena Park. In this dream I have been 'orphaned' as usual, same with Neville Longbottom. But Neville is five or six years older than me, and mostly raises me as a sort of big brother.

Though the whole dream was very intricate, detailed, and vivid, my mind can't manage to remember the earliest bits as anything but a haze of chases, kidnappings, running and hiding, and powerful magics. There are lots of hints of subtle warnings just before a kidnapping, so it turns into a chase, instead, and powerful accidental magics that end up injuring or killing the Death Eaters that are trying to harm us.

Much of the hiding and chasing seems to be happening around the Heinz house, and it is becoming obvious that Neville and I are very powerful. Almost an entire different level than the average witch or wizard, the difference is that obvious. Neville and I defend each other as well as ourselves, and we do a very good job of it.

A few years pass, and sometime around the age of eleven or twelve, we find and rescue my parents, James and Lily, who didn't die, as everybody thought, but were somehow captives for the last decade or so. I spend the next few years being raised by them, and my powers continue to grow. We live in the Potter Ancestral home, which is the Goodwins' place, but magically larger.

I'm standing in the living room / dining room combo, staring a long distance down the two small steps into the den (as I say, expansion charms) where a hot (in more ways than one), sweaty Lily Potter is dressed in a tight, form fitting spandex body suit, collapsed on the couch, recovering from some heavy exercise that has left her exhausted, and somehow sexually spent. I am entranced.

I use my powers to heal, refresh, and sexually recharge her, so she suddenly finds herself incredibly horny, and I back away quietly, unseen. She didn't see me, she can't know I had anything to do with it, but somehow she does, and is embarrassed and absolutely furious with me.

She's gotten a hold of my remote control (why not a wand? I don't know) and is trying to check for my finger prints to prove it was me. I don't understand the logic, but somehow I have to fake playing When the Saints Go Marching In on the piano badly (Rod Miller-style Entertainer wrong notes) when I know I could play it perfectly, to prove my innocence. She still suspects me, though.

It is a couple of months later that Neville calls an extended family meeting over at the Heinz house. As we all get together and I wonder what is going on, I suddenly realize right before they tell me. Neville is going to take over raising me again. He explains that they just aren't comfortable around me. My power levels scare them, I just don't fit in, and they want to concentrate on their new family.

In one way, in the back of my mind, I can understand. But mostly I am just hurt. Hurt, and angry. I am just about to stalk off when we are attacked by a Death Eater, and I lose it. I just wave my hand at him, and his head explodes like it was hit with a Sledge-O-Matic. Same happens to all the other Death Eaters who are attacking. For the first time ever, I let out my full power, and I am as far above Neville's level as he is above everybody else. I stalk back across the street to the Hickory house (my house) which I guess I've decided is my new home, just leaving everybody else standing there, horrified.

A few years pass, and Neville comes over to confront me. He fears I am becoming complacent, and unsafe. We're talking on the balcony of the Hickory house, perhaps three or four floors up (it's only a single story home, but as I said, expansion charms.) As we're talking, another powerful warlock attacks us. This guy would be a challenge for Neville, but I gesture, penetrate his shields, and disintegrate him. Neville tells me this is just what he is talking about. He shows me a small blue sphere, just about the size of a superball, and explains they are powerful explosives, and the guy probably planted a bunch of them around before he attacked.

I do a summoning, and sure enough, I pull together a number of the things. I banish them about a hundred feet into the air, and Neville is amazed and horrified. Horrified because at a mere hundred feet, they would still do tremendous damage. Amazed, because other than a sonic boom-like bang and a few broken windows, there is no damage. Though I never tell Neville, I contained and shielded the explosion, easily within my powers. Neville stalks off, more convinced than ever that I am over-confident and dangerous, and I am completely on my own.

A couple more years have passed, and I am now 19 or 20. The age difference between Neville and I has grown, because he now has an entire family of his own, including almost grown children. They pull me in for another family meeting, but this time we have it at my house. The Potters have a couple more kids, as does Neville, and they all arrive in a big horse-drawn wagon. [Whether this is in reference to the backward wizarding world, or a throwback to the Tales of Alvin Miller series I have been listening to for the last few weeks, I don't know.]

The Potter women start to explore the house, and as they approach the hallway leading back to the bedrooms, I sense an evil wizard or monster there. I don't even wave my hand anymore. I just think, and silently destroy the being, leaving nothing but a pattern of blood on the wall, which the ladies just assume is a part of the wallpaper.

As the Longbottoms try to situate the wagon in my living room, Neville's oldest daughter, who is just at the edge of adulthood, is bent over in a pair of loose jogging shorts, revealing a rather nice backside. I'm beginning to get ideas, and I'm hoping Neville doesn't notice me noticing.

He does. He is very forceful in pushing on me an odd binding contract written on our tongues, ordering me to stay away from his daughter. I am not very happy with him, and neither is she. But in an odd twist, much like the deal with the Devil in the Piers Anthony Incarnation books, this includes an unwritten agreement that there are no restrictions on anybody else. By the end of the dream I have a very passionate Lily Potter in my arms, no longer able to resist me, as we're just about to move on to more than kissing.

[Hey ... don't blame me. I am not into incest. Throughout this entire dream I was Harry Potter, and it was Harry's mother, not mine. If anybody is into incest, it is Harry Potter!]

I was reading National Geographic in my room when I looked out the window and saw the house was now in some sort of city square full of people like some media event was going on. I was reading an article on the people of the Kalahari. Then I remembered I was the agent for a woman with some sort of magic cow, only it never did anything. My job was to defend her against claims that she was actually just a woman who led a cow around. The crowds were demanding she demonstrate her powers along with some other major media event. It was a concert for a Russian pop band.

Three sleazy businessman types were trying to force the cow woman into some promotional deal. I went to negotiate with them but instead used a bolt gun to punch a hole in the head of one, shot the second one with it as he tried to flee then tripped the last one, pinned him down with my foot and blew his brains out. The cow woman went out to scold me about killing people for slights. I was unfazed by these claims and decided to kill the event organizer for inciting violence. Then I woke up.

Centi Pizza
There is a particular brand of frozen pizza that is supposedly all the rage right now; in fact it's attained legendary status as some sort of superfood. However, I've never had it because the store I shop at has never carried it. (Later I learn that this is because supplies of the pizza are tightly rationed for some reason--maybe overwhelming demand?) Today I'm in the store and everyone is buzzing because THE PIZZA IS HERE. At first it seems like I'm not going to be able to get my hands on any because while there are free samples available, people apparently needed to reserve a sample in advance! But as I'm walking around the store that doesn't actually seem to be the case. I start to see samples set out everywhere, with labels like "Try this tonight for dinner!" The pizza is basic cheese and pepperoni and comes in little bite-size rolls. I take one and pop it into my mouth. It's lukewarm and doesn't really taste like anything special--I can faintly taste the pepperoni, but otherwise it almost has no taste at all. Yet after I've had one bite I discover I can't stop eating it. I NEED more. I'm walking around the store eating handfuls of pizza bites, and I can see open pizza boxes everywhere because apparently store employees and customers alike are all just WOLFING this stuff down. I see M.M. from work, who holds up a pizza box and says "Hey Coyote, did you hear about the new pizza they finally--" and I interrupt him with a cheery "Yup, way ahead of ya!" Apparently this pizza goes under the brand name of "Centilavi" ("Cantilavi"?) or just Centi for short. I think E.L. from work is also there.

There are also other pizza samples in the store, but they're from a different maker and they're whole pizzas, not bite-sized things. I take a bite of one piece and discover it is actually pizza cleverly interwoven with large sticky blocks of pasta. It actually doesn't taste bad (it's similar to the Centi pizza in that I can't really taste anything) but the idea of a pizza-pasta hybrid grosses me out, so I stop eating it. Another piece (of regular pizza this time) is supposedly "super spicy" and features some kind of meat with spicy sauce, but again I can barely taste it, and what I can taste doesn't seem spicy at all.

A Cleaner Workplace
I'm leaving work, but before I go I have a conversation with someone about how much cleaner the place used to be when it had a full complement of cleaning staff. I pass through a number of small rooms and hallways on my way to the exit (it's a pretty labyrinthine workplace in my dream, apparently). Just before the exit there's a large room that serves as a warehouse area; the left side of the room is fenced off to create a corridor for foot traffic. In the warehouse is a woman who starts out looking vaguely like S.W. (medium-length blond hair) but ends up having dark, very curly hair by the end of our conversation. We talk about the same thing: the office's former cleanliness. The woman mentions that we also used to be fully OSHA-compliant (I think she said OSHA) and I have a memory of seeing some sort of chart with green dots on it that illustrates our former compliance levels. "If you go way back to the 90s," she says, you'd see a real difference in how things looked. I start to laugh at this, thinking she's making a joke by saying "back to the 90s," but then realize she's not laughing. I quickly apologize and say that I've only been working here since... 2008 (it takes me a minute to come up with the year) so I wouldn't know what it was like back then. She nods. While we are talking, a few more people have come into the warehouse, and I'm suddenly aware that they're all standing fairly close by as if they're listening to us. (One of them looks like J.R. but has his hair in a ponytail.) I suddenly feel uncomfortable bitching about the workplace in front of them. I'm about to leave the woman with one last assenting remark that her observations are right on the money, but because of the onlookers I change my mind... and then am at a complete loss for what I should *actually* say. I stand there with my mouth open for almost 10 seconds while I try to come up with something. Finally I say something like "If we meet again, I'd like to talk more about this" and this seems to satisfy her. I walk away and realize I don't know her name and she probably doesn't know mine.

Car Murder
There's some sort of incredible new model of car that I may have been test driving (this part of the dream is hazy). I'm walking down the sidewalk to get to where my car is parked and pass one version of this model, but it's not my car. I can hear a group of young guys partway down the street heckling loudly at someone's car because it's the shiny new model, and I know instantly that they're looking at my car. I increase my pace and hope I don't find them vandalizing it or anything. I get there and discover that my car is actually kind of a hybrid of old and new: it has the new model's frame (or maybe just part of it?) but still has its old tires and the same beat-up front license plate. Well, when I say it has its old tires, it actually only has *two* of those tires: both the right front and right rear tires are completely gone, yet the car is upright and balanced as if nothing was missing. I think the gang stole the tires (I am dimly aware that they're surrounding the car) but I don't see any signs that anyone there is responsible for the theft, aside from the continued heckling. As I watch, the car suddenly bucks, like a horse, all on its own; the front of it bends in a weird way as if there's some kind of extra joint in the hood. This gets a louder jeering from the crowd. One guy approaches the front of the car, and suddenly the car bucks again and somehow *grabs onto him* with its front fender. The car rears up high in the air, then comes down hard, slamming the guy into the pavement. He brokenly tries to get to his feet, stammering "But I--" and the car picks him up and begins to roll forward, slamming him down again and again and again until there's nothing left of the guy except a smear of red paste stretching down the road. I am standing on the sidewalk, stunned, with my mouth open. From across the street the guy's mother comes running out of an apartment. "Joe! JOE!" she yells. There's a pause and then the mother lets out a wordless, resounding shriek that echoes off the buildings. At this point I'm starting to wonder if I'm going to be held accountable for Joe's murder (even though I had nothing to do with it) since I'm the owner of the car.

[small skip] The mother is kneeling on the sidewalk next to me. I am next to her with an arm around her back for support. I can see blood on her dress. She talks quietly and seems much calmer after her initial outburst. There is a tight group of people surrounding the two of us, but they are friends. I don't feel threatened at this point, since it doesn't seem like the mother is looking to place blame on anyone for the incident. (A calculating part of me knows this is because I made sure to be by her side and befriend her from the get-go.) For some reason we're talking about mental health, I think. I don't remember much of the conversation except that at one point someone asks "Well, how's Chihiro Onitsuka* doing these days [with her issues]?" Someone replies that she's hanging on, but barely, and that the national health system "let her off with a warning," whatever that means. It's an odd conversation but suggests that mental problems are pretty heavily stigmatized and that people have few if any resources when it comes to seeking help for them.

*Oni is a wonderful Japanese singer.

I'm in my apartment with Josh. He says he's planning on getting me something with sapphire in it for my birthday (like a sapphire picture frame?) and he wants to know whether my room is an appropriate color first. We go into my room and look at the walls; they are sky blue, and in places they are shot through with rugged veins of white and darker blue - like the room has been carved out of a strange rock face. Well, the room will obviously match something made of sapphire, but I'm wondering why Josh doesn't know that my birthstone is actually amethyst.

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I'm in a hospital bathroom that would probably be fairly spacious in normal circumstances; however, there are four people in here, and we are fighting--myself and one other person against two men who I identify as gang members of some sort. We are throwing each other against the walls, which are plated with mirrors, and these mirrors begin to shatter under the continued impacts. They don't shatter like normal glass, though; instead they break into many tiny pieces, but stay on the wall for a time before gently falling away as though they were paper. I'm not experiencing any pain despite the violence, but I do know that there's no way I'm going to be able to make it out of the hospital without running into the police.

Then everyone else in the room is gone, and I leave the bathroom to head for the elevator. When I reach it, I notice the "up" button is flashing rapidly, as if to signal that the elevator is partially broken and I can't go up. That's OK, I want to go down… but when I enter the elevator door, there is actually a staircase there instead, richly carpeted in what might be velvet. I make my way down the stairs; I don't have to go far since I'm only on the second floor. I emerge in the hospital lobby. Outside it is late afternoon and overcast. I begin to walk quickly toward the exit. Before I get there, though, I notice a couch (with a late-middle-aged woman sitting on it) and a table, upon which is a chocolate cake. The cake is there for visitors to eat, and I think about taking a piece for myself, but decide against it.

Now I'm outside the hospital and walking down the street. As I go, I pass Mom walking in the other direction. She's wearing some kind of dark denim blouse and a flared skirt--not something I normally see her wearing. As we pass, she gives me a look of recognition but doesn't say anything. [skip] It's nighttime and it has rained recently, since the road is wet. I'm still walking along the street, trying to get to my car. I pass a large clump of parked cars (is there a church service or funeral being held nearby?) before coming across my own car--and a man crouching by the driver's side window. He's writing me a ticket. "You were parked on the wrong side of the road for too long," he says in a half-apologetic way, then walks away. I'm dimly aware that the other cars on the street have also received tickets, and I'm not really mad; it's my fault for parking incorrectly, after all.

I'm in the car with Mom and possibly Josh. As I back out of my spot, I look over at the opposite side of the wet road and see leaves lying there. They are a mix of brilliant red and yellow and look almost petal-like rather than like normal leaves. Whatever they are, they're gorgeous. I have a bigger problem, though… I'm backing up the car but can't seem to actually *stop* it. In fact, I'm slowly speeding up. "Watch out for traffic if you're going to do that," Mom says. Thankfully no cars are coming. As I roll down the road, I begin to understand that I'm not going to get the car to stop normally, so I pull off into a parking lot, begin to downshift the car gradually into first gear, then throw the parking brake. The car stops, but I can feel it sort of quivering--the second I take the parking brake off it's going to start moving again. I don't think Mom was worried about the situation at first, but as I slowed the car down it seemed to dawn on her that we were actually in danger. Now she speaks to me in a quiet, fearful voice. She says it's OK if I want to keep driving, but if I do I have to promise to get myself help because I have "issues." The car is sitting just off the road at the corner of a four-way intersection; as I watch the road I see three or four police cars pass. I'm not sure where I actually want to go.

Had my first lucid dream last night. Granted it wasn't very long at all, it was still quite the interesting experience!

-The Game Where You Beat Old Men-
In the theme of back to school, I had been stressed, seeing as though it was the first day of school and I had missed four periods already. I was playing a video game, one that I thought was a game titled The Witcher 2, but it wasn't. My brother walked in on me playing it, and he looked suave as hell. He wore a black suit and his dyed black hair was swept back with gel, black bow-tie as well. He asked me how the game was. Granted, I didn't really know. I guess it was alright, and I replied to him with "Oh yeah, it's pretty fun." I said, though I didn't know the slightest thing about the game, not even how to controls worked. Nonetheless, I continued playing it, and I found myself beating a helpless old man on top of a pillar that overlooked a university with a controller. He screamed in agony, and he wouldn't do anything. I felt really bad, though that's where I fortunately woke up for a bit.

-My First Lucid Dream-
After falling back to sleep, I dreamed that I was in my Junior math class, or my summer school math class. I couldn't tell. Still, summer school was over, so this was weird. There were a bunch of kids still in the class, and the teacher was one I've never seen before. We were watching a movie, and I knew no one in the class. Having finished summer school, I really wanted to leave, and then I thought "This could never happen. This is a dream." and boom, everything felt real. I got out of the chair on my own will, and walked to the front of the room. I decided to make this last, so I flipped off the teacher and shouted obscenities to the kids in the class as I tried to leave. I then tried to do something beyond my lucid dreaming ability; fly. That's what woke me up though. I jumped, and couldn't do it, and I woke up. It was morning when I got up, so I decided to stay up, happy that I actually had a lucid dream for once.

I just wonder what caused it...

02-26-2011 -- That was kind of grim. Started out kind of light, turned into one of my darkest, grimmest dreams ever. This one may not be pleasant. Almost all sweetness and light, but the last few parts are ultra-violent.

I'm driving down the road, trying to go to Disneyland, and it is late a night. I'm pretty much driving all right until I make a wrong turn and almost get my car trapped, so I get out of the car and start walking. I am near Harbor, and I should only have to walk a block or two to reach Harbor Blvd and be able to turn toward Disney.

I find myself visiting with a marmalade cat that is mine, and talking with it and visiting with it. I pass a young woman who is moaning about how she has no money and and no food, and will probably die in the cold of the night, and I walk past her, but then start to feel bad for her and come back and give her a little money to help her out. Then I hug her close to show her people still care, and move on.

I'm walking through a sort of crowd, and there are also dozens of cats around, and all are walking the opposite direction I am, except my cat, which is walking along side of me, not going with the crowd.

Soon I somehow find myself working a late night shift at a gas station / convenience store. [A type of work I have never done.] A couple of customers come in and make cash purchases, and I handle their transactions easily. Then one guy comes in with his rich family, and he wants gas on two pumps. He asks for $90 on one pump, and $100 on the other. He hands me a credit card, and it is the first credit card I have been given for payment.

I run it through the machine, and it is very hard to slide, and very tight. A counter next to the machine lights up and shows a map of the internet signal as it is routed to the credit card approval place. A couple of times it goes down a bad path where the signal is lost, and I can see it start a new route from where things went bad, until it manages to connect. Very interesting to watch.

The card comes back declined, and as I look at it, I spot that it is actually broken, and has a corner of the card taped in place. It was the tape that caused the thing to stick, and I know it isn't going to work. I explain to the customer that his card is broken, but notice that in the stuff he gave me, there is another card, so ask him if he wants me to use that one. He says he does.

I don't know what is with this card, but it has no number, no bar code, no magnetic stripe, and I can find no way to run it through the machine. I tell the guy I can't use this card, either, and he becomes very insulting. I try to explain that one of the cards he handed me is physically broken, and the other has no data allowing it to be processed, but he starts telling me that I am an idiot and a jerk, and he is going to get me fired over this.

While his family started out as a small family of four, it has now grown to be something like 20 people, including a bunch of kids. The kids are starting to steal candy and things, and as I confront them and try to make them stop, one of the adults attacks me with a large knife. I take the knife away from him, and go back to speaking with the kids, but an adult near the register opens it, steals the money from inside, and starts to hand it out to all the kids.

I run back toward the register, and they all begin to run out into the parking lot, which is now packed with tons of people. I follow them to a large bus, and the driver shuts the door in my face, and starts to pull out. I have had it, and I snap. I leap five or six feet into the air and grab the door handle and open the door back up, then let myself into the bus. I pull out the large knife I took from the guy who tried to use it on me, and it slowly stretches into a sword as I walk through the bus and kill every man, woman and child with a few strokes, usually putting one or two deep slices in each one, though one guy I aim just right, and take his entire head off.

I'm thinking about going through their pockets and getting my money back, but I don't see myself actually doing it in the dream. I get off the bus and head back to the gas station, while the guy who started the whole mess climbs on the bus and starts screaming as he finds what I have done. I approach the gas station, where I find the next shift has come in. I ask him how the balance was, and he tells me I was about $50 off, which is a lot less than expected, so I guess I did take the money back, and somehow put it back, even though I only just walked back in.

I decide it is time for me to go, and I can see the trouble-maker and a few of his friends in front of the building, so I choose to exit through a window leading onto the hill behind the station. The trouble-makers come running around screaming for my blood, but I fly into the air to avoid them. They are trying to fly as well, and are soon getting it. They are getting closer and closer, and the dream in quickly changing into one of those nightmare chase dreams where you have powers, but so do the enemies.

I can see this going on and on, and don't want to deal with such a long, miserable process, and decide I have to end things decisively. I think up a nuclear bomb and cause it to appear in my hands, then throw it on the ground. For about two seconds, nothing happens, then there is a flash of light, the hint of a sound, and a wave of heat, and then everything goes gray. I can feel it as just this odd, painless feeling as my body is dissolved into its component atoms, and they go drifting apart. Then I wake up.

[I'm sorry, I have no idea where this came from. All I can say is I am reasonably certain I am not anywhere near being ready to hack up a bus full of people in real life, or blow up myself and others with a nuke. But it was a pretty grizzly dream.]

Non-Lucid|Lucid|Notes
Possible Lucid Aids: I smoked a small cigar about an hour before I fell asleep

Canadian Lucid
I am walking through the green plains of an area I subconsciously know is Toronto, Canada. Although I have never visited this province in waking life, an accurate depiction of the area is presented in front of me.

In the distance I see the CN Tower on a grassy plateau, it manifests itself as a radio structure similar to this one.

The dream skips ahead, and I'm exiting a movie theater with my friend, Z. We are casually discussing Lucid Dreaming as we walk towards an auto parts store in the middle of a grassy plain.

As we approach the building, Z finds something shiny on the ground.

The moment I see it, I become lucid. I'm not sure what triggered this, and I even performed a hand reality check which failed. My Task of the Month comes into mind, and I push off of the lush green grass. I immediately feel the satisfying cool Ontario wind sting my eyes as I rip through the sound barrier in a vertical pursuit to exit the atmosphere without any technological aid.

The indigo sky begins to darken and I feel my body become weightless, just as the stars come into view. I am breathing the plasma-rich energy of space, and when I look down at the blue oceans of our planet, I can only help but feel sad.

As the dream slowly fades, I come to the realization that I may never experience this outside of the dream realm. Space is the final frontier, and even with the substantial technology humanity has acquired thus far, we are stuck in this galaxy, within a miniscule star system, on a rock. A beautiful, unique, magnificent rock.

CARNAGE
This is not quite what I expected after such an alleviating dream...

I'm preparing for a fight. I am not sure who I will be competing against, but I know only one of us will be leaving this arena alive. As I gear up and enter the massive coliseum, I see one man standing at the distal arch of the death pit.
I have never met this person in waking life, nor do I know the name of the DC, but my subconscious made the connection that this person is a very good friend of mine.
I unsheathe my blade. It is an unusually designed copper scimitar which radiates heat.

I charge at my companion only for him to match my strike. As our swords collide, I my arm goes numb from the disseminating electricity of his blade. The fight seems to continue for hours, as I perform superhuman leaps from one corner of the arena to the other, parrying his hits and returning strikes. Eventually we both collapse from the overexertion of the battle, only to hear the announcer's voice threatening to unleash the beasts. I feared these monsters, so much that I swiftly bury my blade into my former ally's neck. Unfortunately, he survived the initial blow and I mouth the words,
"I'm sorry,"
before I drive my sword into his heart. The announcer runs out onto the field of battle to announce my victory, but is cut short by the rapid swipe of my blade. His head drops to the bloody ground and his body short thereafter. I look up to the sky as thousands of arrows rain down upon my hopeless body, and my spirit fades with a sense of atonement.

07-28-2012 -- I am driving down a road, in Omaha, I think. It is late at night and I am hungry. I am hoping to find something to eat, and as I drive along, I find a New York-style pizza parlor. The name is something like Giovanni's or the like. I stop and enter, and find the place does seem to be open, but shelves and cupboards and displays are almost empty. I realize the place has either just opened, or is in the middle of selling everything and shutting down. They only have something like three choices of topping, cheese, pepperoni, or sausage. I really push it and ask for all three on my pizza. The guy is making me a very large pizza (at least 18", maybe even larger) but doesn't seem to know what to charge me. I offer him $15, but keep wondering to myself if I might have offered too much or too little.

As I am waiting outside the apartment-like parlor, there seems to be somebody hunting me. I spot a figure in a nice suit who seems to be following me, but is trying to stay out of sight. He keeps dashing around corners or hiding behind walls. He is trying to shoot me with bullets or poison darts, and soon seems to be trying to build some sort of explosive mine or something, but it falls apart. I gather up as many pieces as I can to try and keep them away from him, then run off.

A couple of miles away I come to a warehouse on the NE corner of an intersection. I glance inside and find it is my warehouse, and there are three small box trucks that I know are filled with explosives or something. There are some incompetent thugs that have been sent to hunt me down that are driving down the street in two larger trucks filled with some kind of ordinance to use against me, but they are stupid, and they really aren't at all sure what they are supposed to be doing.

I convince them that I am not me, but am actually one of their bosses, and I order them to start moving all the stuff in their trucks into my trucks of explosives. Since they are carrying things like detonators, I know this can be a dangerous combination. I wait until they are both out of site in a couple of the trucks, and then go running to the south while they cannot see me. As long as they don't actually see me running off, they won't be worried, and will keep doing as I told them.

I know that when the explosion happens, it is going to be very powerful, and most likely nuclear, so I really want to get at least a mile away, so I can be safe. I keep running south in Omaha, and get a couple miles down to a major street. I knew what the street was in the dream, but cannot remember it now. Dale is now with me, and we are both running. We get to this major street, and find a bus just pulling up. We both board it, and I have .75 for the bus fare, but when I try and put it in a slot, the driver starts screaming at me that it is the wrong place, and he orders me to put the money in a different slot.

He is very rude and obnoxious, and I really find I don't like him. He keeps screaming abuse at me, and I am considering really telling him off, but instead decide to take a seat. As I get a little further back in the bus, he orders me to choose a locker and take the key. Amazingly there is a row of lockers. I tell the driver I don't need a locker, and he just gets more abusive. Rather than fight about it, I pull out a key that turns into a lock in my hands.

Dale and I sit down, nervous, and quietly discuss the upcoming explosion. We keep our voices down because we don't want the other passengers to hear us and report us. Soon the bus has turned into some sort of stadium, and we are in the stands, surrounded by ladders made up of a kind of horizontal window blinds. To get higher up and move to the next level, we have to climb these rickety blinds, but as we get a little way up, they all fall apart and collapse, leaving us to fall on our backsides.

I get to an area with some nice sofa-like benches that seem to be a little higher up, so I hope to have a shorter way to climb, as the blinds-ladders start to reappear. By this time it is feeling very much like some sort of video game, though we're in it, instead of just playing it. I look around and find Dale is gone, so I realize he must have solved the puzzle, and moved on to the next level. I still don't know how to do it, so I pull out my cell phone and call him. There is a lot of interference, and I can barely hear him, but he says something about the lock before the call drops. I start to realize the bus driver may have been an idiot, but there was a reason he ordered us to take the locks.

I wait a few seconds for the blinds to reset again, then start to climb. I go up about twenty rungs, and can just feel the tension as the thing is about to fall apart and drop me. At that point the dream kind of turns into a good news/bad news story. It's good that the driver insisted I take the lock. It's bad that right as I need it, I drop it. It's good that I happen to have a combo lock of my own in my backpack. It's bad that I can't remember the combination. It's good that the combination is printed on the back of the lock. It's bad that the combination is wrong. It's good that the thing opens up, anyway. It's bad that as it opens up, it starts to fall apart. It's good that as it starts to fall apart, it has turned into a lock mechanism like "The Club", the thing they used to sell to kind of lock steering wheels.

The bar that I end up holding is exactly what I need, and I slip it over some sort of stud on both ends of the blinds, right before they start to fall apart. Everything beneath me collapses, but I am able to continue climbing up to the next level. By this point, the dream is feeling like some sort of a competition, as well as a sort of video game. I find myself in a strange, colorful landscape that very much reminds me of the new Runespan in Runescape, but the place is very weird.

People are running around, throwing bowling balls, base balls, basket balls and other objects around, but the rules of physics don't seem to fully apply. Balls swirl down odd gravity wells, or break holes in the walls, and people follow them to try and find paths to the next level. I throw a couple of bowling balls, and they work all right, but when I try and throw the smaller balls, I can't throw worth beans, and always let go of the ball way too late, so it slams into the ground a foot or two in front of me, rather than flying through the air and triggering anything. Somehow I manage to make it at least a half a level further, however.

Now I am grabbing guns and things, and shooting at weird aliens and targets that seem more like a Buzz Lightyear-type of shooting gallery ride at a theme park. I'm doing a lot better with this than with the throwing balls thing. I shoot my way through several targets and barriers, and kind of fly into the next area.

I suddenly find myself in a swim suit in what seems to be a very colorful water park. I am on a large field with circles of colors with numbers in them, looks like some sort of giant Twister game. I see some odd footwear that is kind of a cross between flippers, snow shoes and skis. I try and get one on one of my feet, but don't have a chance to get one on the other. I have to start trying to run through the fields as different numbers are being called.

If I land on one of the circles before another number is called, jets of water help propel me in the right direction. If I hit the wrong circles, the water is pushing me in the wrong directions, and is liable to knock me over. Soon I have shot into the wrong direction one time too many, and find myself in a red sort of structure seconds before water is going to come at me from every direction and fully soak me. I'm horrible at this part of the competition, but I am also really having fun, and I am just starting to laugh about the soaking as I wake up.

We hitchhiked to a hotel far away in the middle of no were. I had a steak knife and my friend was laying on his back he said "kill me" so my first stab I tryed for his heart but cought his rib and he winced the second stab it went through and he made no sound. I thought it worked but he shouted now u have to kill me this hurts! He rolled onto his stomach and I Tryed for the heart again from the back when I looked it was a mess it looked as if someone opened a can of beef veg. Soup the next cut seen it was me and my girl as if I killed her I asked her to write a suCide note she said she was not worried about it and that I should leave lol. I told her that I was not hitchhiking again I'll wait till morning.

Notes Dream Lucid

This dream is sort of a fragment, and a dream at the same time :S(don't ask xD)I think I was in a tank plutoon, fighting urban combat. I was the commander of a M1A1 Abram tank, and had just finnished a battle. A reporter, who kind of looked like my dad, interviewed me for a while. The reporter worked for some sort of a commedyshow, who interviewed soldiers on the frontline.

I suddenly got the order from my commander, that we had to commence round two of the battle. After that I did a another interview, and then a new battle. It ended up with five battles and intviews.

After my sixth battle, I ran up to the reporter and asked if I could get interviewed, and he said: NO! YOU ARE NOT FUNNY ENOUGH! I woke up :S

Non Lucid:
My dreams have become more vivid but not a full on lucid dream yet...
Though, my dreams were rather graphic last night, violent in ways and sexual...I usually don't have those kind of dreams so I wonder if my stress and eating Indian food last night effected my dreams.

First Dream:
(I don't remember the beginning, I know there was a good section that I'm leaving out and I'm sad I couldn't remember it). I remember being in my parent's house/house I grew up in. I was in the basement in the laundry room. There was a bedroom setup in the room, which I noticed was odd. I went upstairs to talk to my parent's about it and they mentioned that they have hired two guys to help with (I don't remember what the task was). My parent's asked me to greet them and help them get settled in. I went downstairs and met the first guy. He was young, and had dark hair and was tall. He was strong but thin. ( I realized he looks like one of the patients I took care of a few weeks ago). He had tattoo sleeves on both arms. He was friendly and quiet. I was nervous around him but then again, I'm always nervous around guys. I wasn't attracted to him, plus I'm married and in my dream I knew that. I was helping him get his bed made and letting him know where everything was in the house. He said he didn't need anything else and I could sense that we had this tension between us. I was about to leave but for some reason I told myself in my head that in my dreams I always leave and never kiss the guys...(strange because I was not lucid, yet I knew I was dreaming). I suddenly walked up to him fast and kissed him and let's just say that led to some bedtime...

So then I didn't feel guilty at all in my dream for cheating on my husband. (On and off in the dream I realized I had a husband, other times I didn't. It was like I was in college again, or high school). I then went to the bedroom upstairs and suddenly started to get down with the other guy we hired who was blonde...(I am not like this at all, but geeze dream me was in the mood). So I went to the bathroom near my parent's bedroom to clean up. I was about to go pee when my mom walked in and looked at me funny. She instantly said, "It smells like sex in here." I instantly told her I didn't know what she was talking about. She accused me of cheating on Dane and we got into this whole huge argument. It got pretty brutal and I was fuming. It woke me up.

Dream 2:
This was a violent dream and I can't remember much of it. I didn't have time to write everything down this morning because I was late for my class for work...boo.
I remember something with a basement or dungeon with people with decapitated body parts and blood everywhere. People were screaming and were half melted. I remember someone dragging their body across the ground and their legs were cut off. I think it freaked me out so I woke up again.

Dream 3: I was camping or outdoors with my family. This time I wasn't married but with my ex from high school, Jeremy. The sky was cloudy, almost storm like. I was running in the open filed and I distinctly remember feeling the cold wet grass under my bare feet. I remember thinking to myself it felt soothing. Suddenly I was at a computer looking up Jeremy's location. A website showed that he was deployed to the "Northern Territory" (this has to be from watching The Game of Thrones). Then it showed a picture of him high up in a tree in a forested area. I remember thinking to myself, "Iraq doesn't have a forest with trees..." but I didn't explore more on that. I wrote an email to him saying that I missed him and that he needed to be home soon. Suddenly I'm on a horse riding towards this private school and then it becomes more like a movie, (this is when I'm not physically there but more like watching a scene). I see Jeremy in this long light red gown/uniform with this girl with long blonde hair wearing the same thing. (Think wizard wear). They are deep in conversation and I could see that they were flirting. Now I'm still on that horse, and I'm approaching them. I stop in front of a fountain but he doesn't see me. I have a group of friends on horseback too. They state that Jeremy was never in the "Northern Territory" that he was here all along with the "witch." Some how he was spelled into staying or something like that, I really don't remember the reason. Then out of my body comes this old white knight ghost like creature. He starts going on this rant that he is some ancestor and he knows that we must kill this witch to save the world. I forget the whole speech but it was weird. So we go to this huge body of water and get on a boat and of course go into this creepy cave. The ancestor knight turns into a giant "demon" which looks like the bomber creatures on Final Fantasy 13, it goes into the cave ahead of us and out of the "witch" is this other demon that is just a flat square floating around. I guess my friends and I explore the cave or something but I pretty much watch the scene and follow the demons. I figure out in my head that the witch was using the demon for power and that we had to get Jeremy away. The demons disappeared and were fighting in a different part of the cave. Up above my dream focused on this giant valve that was getting released with this purple/pink goo that was going to drip into the cave. We all began to hurry and knew that we had to let the goo lift us up out of the cave into this shoot to escape. Which we did and we were thrown into the air and landed in the lake...
This led into a different dream (There is a lot more to this last dream but it's hard to explain...I don't know how to describe my feeling or the characters. Something to do with these two cartoon like characters running around in the cave...)

Dream 4: I'm swimming in a lake at a campground (maybe it came back to the original campground). There is a boat that I'm trying to climb up into from a ladder but something kept stinging/biting my legs in the water. I was getting really scared and woke up.

I always feel like I'm writing a novel or telling a long story when I write/explain my dreams. I find it amazing that all of it happened in such a short period of time, yet it feels like forever. It also amazes me that I can even think of something so crazy like these dreams. The last 2 dreams were so vivid and beautiful with colors.

First

I'm at dinner in a fancy large dining room. Someone suddenly attacks my farther with a knife and kills him. The attacker tries to kill me, too, but somehow fails, only leaving a small wound. I go take care of the wound. Someone who asks if I'm alright. I say it's just a small wound and that the assassin didn't seem to know where to aim. It is now apparent to me that someone stands to inherit a lot if they can get rid of me, too, and that they will try again. The assassin got away, but he was just some hired help anyway.

My friends don't seem very alarmed. They just tell me to relax and forget the whole thing. I need to go downstairs, apparently for evening snack. I take some long heavy object with me, don't remember what it was, and head down, to the dungeons. There are some people I dislike hanging around the stairs, sneering. I keep them away with the weapon. Downstairs there are again people who are appalled by my violent temperament and tell me to relax and enjoy the evening.

Second

A scout camp or a hike is ending, people are leaving. There is a person giving free massages to the tired people around. I'm not assertive enough to make it known, but my shoulders feel pretty horrible. There is always someone who gets there first and I don't get a massage.

From the night before

I'm with my boss in an office room. It's raining outside and he says something about biking in the rain. I say that I'm probably still gonna go to work today.

Later I'm running some large programs on a server. I check that it's going okay and go for a coffee break. When I get back, I look at them again. There is a short black down and everything reboots. Apparently doesn't cause any harm though.

First

I'm in a bunch of people that are being moved from a city to another area, where the water is clean. We need to stand on boxes and they are using an excavator to throw us into a truck. A womans leg is severed in the process and flies of the truck. A young girls asks if she is alright and she say it's okay, since there will be clean water where they're taking us.

The destination seems to be a large concrete facility. There is a large pool of water flowing trough the building. The girl is swimming with the woman, with her leg now back in place. They are happy to be able swim but the water is not good for drinking. We go looking for drinking water.

Second

I'm in a store and there is a counter with drinks, coffee and such. The others order what they want and when it's my turn I just want water. There is a self service automat for water but what comes out seems moldy and dirty. I ask what's going on and a service person gives my water from the faucet in the kitchen.

After we get the drinks we apparently need to pay them at the checkout. I join the line even though I just have water. I don't know if it costs anything.

Third

At the coffee place with N. I see the name of a comic their selling. It's in some language I only speek a little. N notices it and tells me what one of the words in the title means. I know another one and we are happy we have decoded the whole title. We sit at a table with three other people. The seem to be speaking at least two different languages. I comment about on of them, a gir, being able to speak three European languages, but not English, which I think is weird since English is so usefull. She understands me and replies to me in Finnish. I'm impressed since she actually knows four European languages.