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I wake up with that stupid Korn or Limp Bizket song in my head. The one with the "Dong diggy dong da Dang da Dang Diggy" In my dream I'm the governor of Louisiana in the 1930's and I'm corrupt and evil as all hell. I'm also very popular with poor people and I win. As I threaten and blackmail local lawmakers for the purposes of building a new hospital, I watch my son play old-timey football on black and white plasma screen in my office. My son is quarterback. His team is crushing their opponents.

Sitting in the chair across from me is the leader of the state senate. He is looking defiant and is yelling at me that he will never cowtow to my bullying policies. I am watching the game on TV and barely paying attention to him. He's yelling to get my attention. I reach over to the knob on the Plazma Screen Tv and turn the volume up way high to drown him out. It's the kid rock song. (I looked it up)



I open a drawer on the right side of my desk and pull out a manilla folder. When I show the State Senator the folder he goes silent. In my hand are photographs and as I lay them out on the table one by one, keep my steely gaze on the face of the senator who is first defiant, then shocked, then scared, finally shameful.

I say, "now this looks mighty bad, but I think we can work it out if you are willing to play ball"

There's a bunch of the Louisiana people hanging out in my living room. We are all eating cereal from the big generic bags Fruit Circles, Beehive Chunks, Chocolate tiny Rocks, etc. my friend Ced keeps taking his room mate to a separate room to have meetings. The other party guests ask me what's that all about and I respond that i lived with ced for 3 years and this was just part of what he did. He was always planning and making schemes.

They come out of the room and his roomate wants me to play the new tekken game with him. I tell him that i haven't played tekken in years,

he says, it's tekken, it's always the same game. Then he puts on a motion sensor suit and starts dancing around the room. I pick up a controller and sigh.

This is a tag version of tekken and he chooses my characters for me. First up i'm playing a Kazuya. I'm having a little trouble at first but then i start using the old tekken moves and i start wiping the floor with him. Power punches, heel kicks, spinning uppercuts. the problem is that the field of battle is so wide open i have trouble directing my attacks toward him. By the time the round is up i'm winning but i've only taken about 25% of his life bar.

In round 2 He's playing as roger the kangaroo and I'm playing as this shiny metal box. He's dancing around and throwing punches and I'm just sitting there like a box. I try a couple of different combinations and then wires and cables shoot out of the box, wrap him up and electrocute the kangaroo. I try some other buttons and flame shoots out,

forward forward circle gets me some bubbles that gets in the kagaroo's eyes.

the match is over and nobody wins. I grab the bag of honey comb and stuff a few handfulls in my pockets.

I am in a field playing kickball at twilight. Our team is getting trounced. The other team seems to be cheating with super powers. People on my team keep telling me to take the ball and catch it with my mind. It's my turn to kick. My team captain tells me that when I kick it, right before someone catches it, to use my powers to flick the ball away so they miss. I'm groggy but I have the vague Idea that I am dreaming. It's like I have an impression of my body from the third person. I want to tell the team that I am dreaming but I can't make my body talk. I can't make my feet kick either. Now I know that I'm in my body in my bed and can only move the ball a little bit with my mind. As The ball rolls over the plate I flick my finger and the ball shoots in a line drive pattern over the short stop's head. I wake up.

I am the leader of a dwarven city in the middle of a coo. I am not a dwarf. I have listened to one of my shadiest advisors and killed the dwarf king because he was slowing down the political progress in the middle of a major war. Now that the king is dead, it is up to me to calm the respective civic leaders before I send the town fighting. I must climb many steps to get to the city assembly. There is a meeting to decide if the people would kill me or accept me as their leader. With each step up the staircase I must formulate what I'm going to say about how I have killed their popular king and his most ardent supporters. Ultimately I know that my argument must hinge on safety and how I have done what I've done to protect the city and that my heinous actions have only come from a place of love and concern. I have pictures of the war outside the city and video of the atrocities that the advancing enemy has committed. I do not want to show the assembly these pictures but I know that if that's what I have to do to save myself and take control, that's what I will do. The dream ends with me and my elite guard pushing open the towering doors to the assembly and seeing the town gathered, thousands and thousands of people staring at me.

I am at the mouth of a huge expanse of caverns, preparing to lead an expedition to find these mystical sources of power. The entrance to this cave is very small but once I crawl through the tiny hole, I find myself inside of a giant chamber with several passages leading out of it. There is no source of light but somehow all of the rock has a dull blue glow. The cave is also chilly and damp. There is a faint odor of mildew. I choose the hole to the far left and begin following a maze. After a while of randomly choosing passages, I end up in a chamber with these statues of ogres holding hammers. On the wall behind them is a blood red war hammer bathed in a bright white light. I walk up to the hammer and touch it with my left hand. I can feel a surge of confidence from my arm to my whole body. I grab it with the other hand and the power is coursing all through my body. As I feel this influx I can see the hammer fading away in my arms. Soon it is gone and I am out of breath; my hands are hot from the touch of the hammer.

A door on the wall opens up where the hammer was before it. I walk through it and I am led down a narrow twisting corridor. Now I am running faster, excited and confidant. There is a slight wind at my back as I run. I find myself in another room. This one smaller than the room before. There are white wooden pillars set where the statures were in the previous room. Hanging from the pillars and forming an arc is a thick eggshell ribbon and behind the ribbon, mounted on the wall is a white sledgehammer similarly bathed in a bright white spot. I walk to the ribbon, step over it and then stand very close to the hammer. I pause for a second before grabbing it off the wall. Again, I can feel a sensation running through me as the hammer fades away. This time I can feel a calm pass through me, like a peaceful assuredness, and rather than fade the hammer was almost absorbed into my skin.

This is one of the more detailed dreams i've had since my last major lucid dream last monday. I've been practicing the ADA technique but my dreams have gotten less detailed, not more. I've been working at it and hopefully i'll be able to push through this awkwardness.
I am working for my old boss again. When I walk into the office he is sitting behind his desk dictating a to-do list to his new assistant, who happens to be my ex-girlfriend. I see him and he ignores me, giving off a very cold vibe. I ask him to give me a couple of minutes aside and we go into the hallway.I ask him what the hell does he think he's doing and he tells me that I was right and he needs to work again and he needs to get money.
I go back in the room and everyone is getting ready to leave. They are wearing golf clothes and putting clubs in golf bags. I decide that I'm going to go with them and we all get in small 4 door white car. I am in the passenger's seat. We pull up to a driving range on the edge of a forest and golf balls start bouncing off our car. My ex realizes she' parking in the wrong area and starts to turn around but gets caught in the mud. The more she tries to adjust the car, the more we get stuck in the mud to the point that the car starts slowly flipping over on my side.
Now I am upside down with my face pressed against the glass. I ask her to stop that I am having trouble breathing but she laughs it off. Says they are calling 911.
I wake up naked in a full sized bed with white sheets. There is a party going on outside the door. My wife comes in the room and tells me we are going to leave. She asks me if I'm all right. I say it was scary in the car but I'll be ok. Then she gets a little angry and asks me if I am naked in this stranger's bed. I say yes but I don't know how I got here. She asks me where are my clothes and I don't know.

I am a wizard who is aware of the nature of the dreamworld. This is the basis of my powers. I n the dream I am tutoring the queen of our country to use dream superpowers as well. We are training in a castle courtyard By fighting giant spiders. I am wearing large heavy robes and rope sandles. The courtyard has patches of green grass and white stone benches and columns. The first spider is released and I show her what I am doing by pointing the index finger of my right hand at a spider. A beam of red light comes from my hand and the spider bursts into flames. I tell her that because the world is made of dreams, she needs to be able to visualize what she wants to happen. She needs to have intention and she needs to have the confidince that what she wants is going to happen. I tell her what she expects is most important. The world isn't real, I say

I'm living in a guest bedroom at Mrs. E's house. She has taken up with a new boyfriend. This is a hyper, anxious black guy with a mullet and all he wears is black spandex biking shorts. I'm lying on a bed still made quietly when he comes in the room to clean, he's talking to him self and running all over the place with a feather duster, less as if he's dusting and more as if he's searching for something. Later that day I tell R that I think his mom's new BF is probably a drug addict and I think he was looking for his meth in my room. (dream me is a little racist this morning.)

R laughs and says "that's crazy". We are hanging out in the kitchen. 70's style with round table in the middle of the room with a plastic floral print green tablecloth.

Suddenly there's a fire. People aren't noticing it a first because it's happening between the walls and I can only see it as if behind a sheet of white paper. I can however smell the smoke and hear the crackling embers. "guys look, THE HOUSE IS BURNING DOWN!"

Now everybody is standing on the front lawn and we are watching the house burn down. The crazy BF is nowhere to be seen anymore. Mrs E says "but, he was here just a second ago." I can feel the cool grass beneath my feet and between my toes. It is a very bright green.

Then a fireman comes out of the house holding a glass stem burnt black. "It looks like this started the fire" Mrs E wants to know what it is; the fireman replies "it looks like a crack pipe, not that I've ever smoked crack." we all look at him funny.

I am captain of a rogue spaceship. Our crew is on the run from interplanetary authorities. The walls of the ship are gleaming white and the floor is white tile with black diamond grout pattern. I am taking a routine tour of my ship and visiting the ship's technician. He works in an empty room the size of a large banquet hall. We wear white jumpsuits and dull green rubber shoes. He starts an argument with me. About a week prior we lost a crewman who was working outside on the hull to a flash meteor storm. The crewman was separated from the ship's tether and sent flying into the void. The technician is adamant that we find this crewman and I have to convince him that the poor sop is long dead by this point. Our technician doesn't want to accept this grim reality but I know I have to make the tough decision. I touch the middle finger on my right to my right palm and speak into my wrist. I say "Show him".


A large wall flashes from white to black and video of the event comes up. We see the crewman in a deep space work suit using a large blowtorch with a green flame on a gleaming white panel in the black of space. He is floating about two feet from the ship connected by a white nylon rope tied around his waist. Out of nowhere a large red rock flies into the screen from the left, smashing into the crewman and knocking him away. The camera pans to follow and we see the worker spin out of control until he is a speck and then nothing. I look away from the screen and the ship's technician is crying.