Prefex
Demons
Apocalypse One
Beach Hotel
Caterpillar
Michael Jordan The Singer
Bassline Girl
Sorting Worms
Big Ladybugs
Seashells and a 70's House
High School People In Europe
Robert Downey Jr. and the Ceremony
A Movie Theater and a Wedding
Ice Cream Man
Toad The Wet Sprocket
Egyptian Sand and Flying Binoculars
Broken Bottle Cuts, Missing Teeth, and Death Threats
Travel and Strange Animals
Bono, New Jobs, and Lots of Cocaine
Backyard Missile
Bringing toys to the physical world
Chinese man next to my bed
Double Dreams
Back to the past
Fighting the Shadow
PREFACE
11 October 1995: Cognitive Problems Exposed
15 October 1995: Hermaphrodite and Woman
18 October 1995: Cracking the Ice
22 October 1995: Devil Abuses Women
24 October 1995: Violence Reaches New Levels
25 October 1995: Peace Keeping Succeeds
26 October 1995: Drugs, Poison and Food / Diplomatic Worries
28 October 1995: Dead Boy in the Pool
30 October 1995: New Friends Wanted
31 October 1995: Tame Leopard
1 November 1995: They Trouble Me...
POSTSCRIPT
A second start
Higher and higher
Music studio
Running with the visitors
I Had This Dream Last Night...
Dream I: Sepiroth
Alien Invasion
Since I was 10 . . .
First Lucid Experience
All My Dreams Are Lucid . . .
In and Out of Lucidity
Two Instances of Lucidity
Two Brief Experiences
what does it mean
Lions,and more Lions!
breadfruit
Gushing Water
pregnancy

TELEPATHIC DREAMS OR THOUGH TRANSFERENCE.
suspicions
Pregnant?
Waking Up Asleep
Woods and Thongs...oh wonderful
hannible (sp?)
Bar Rejection
Suicide
Ceiling
Liebeskummer?!
budda figure
Babies and birthday parties
Coloring Books and Globes of Doom
Higher and higher
please don't let this ever happen
flying away again
Holiday Cheer
My Love
THE CORAL SPRIGS
A Trip, a Battle, a Clue, and a Hotel
Weird School Dream
Organic Screw-Up
Sweet, sweet dreams..
Unimaginable fear
kaylas conspiracy

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A dream from 12/16/00


A lot of this dream is very unclear to me, and some of the lines between what happened in the dream and what I was "thinking" in the dream are a bit foggy.

The first thing I can remember is being at some kind of lake or pond with friends or relatives. I'm not sure, but I believe that someone told me it was okay to swim in the lake. I took my shirt off, and went to go dive in. As soon as I went to dive in, some weight pushed me down from behind and I went straight down into about six inches of water with my chest landing on a pile of broken glass. I realized that someone was pushing down on my back, and I was laying among a bunch of broken malt liquor bottles that lined the shallow entrance to the water at the edge of the lake. I got up and looked at my chest. I had deep cuts up and down my chest and stomach, and had blood running down my torso.

The next series of events is really foggy. I don't know if someone punched me in the mouth or what, but I had some teeth knocked out. I reached in and snapped out the loose ones. I believe that three teeth were knocked out total. I remember the feeling as I reached into my mouth and twisted out the broken half-teeth that remained in my mouth. Somehow this was all tied into school (grade school? high school? I don't even go to school anymore). I remember thinking that between my cuts and my teeth ordeal, I might be able to get out of school the next day. I either had a test coming up that I wasn't prepared for, or an assignment that I hadn't done. I went to some kind of nurse's office or something. At that point, I don't remember a lot of the details.

Later on in the dream, I was at home (although "home" wasn't the house that I live in now). I believe it was some kind of house that Chrystal and I shared with my parents. I was sleeping in a living-room type room when I was awakened by a ringing phone. The answering machine picked up and someone left a threatening message meant for me. Eventually, Chrystal and my parents were in the room and I was playing them the message. I explained that someone had been harassing me and leaving threatening messages. My mom burst out into laughter and said that it was all a joke and no one was really after me. I was really bothered by this, so I continued playing other messages on the machine that had been left by the same people. My dad pointed out one of the things that they said... something about, "You better stop throwing stuff up in the palm trees." He seemed to think it meant something, and he asked me about it. I told him I didn't know what they meant. My mom still didn't believe me, and I grew increasingly frustrated... saying something like, "If they want me, they can come get me. I'll kill every last one of them."

Chrystal was upset by all the goings-on and headed for the garage. I looked in through the garage door and she was sitting on a big workbench in the middle of the room. I asked her what she was doing, and she told me that she was calling her mom because she was upset. I then heard a noise out in front of the house and saw, through the front window, that a carload of guys had pulled up to the house. I immediately "knew" that they were the ones behind the phone calls. I yelled into the garage for Chrystal to get out (I saw some of them walking up to the garage from the front of the house).

I pulled out a 9mm handgun I had in a holster near me and fired one or two shots through the front window into the neck of one of the people. He didn't seem phased by it, and there was no blood. I don't remember the window shattering, either. They were putting their faces up in front of the glass and almost mocking me. I tried to fire more rounds at them, but the trigger wouldn't go all the way back.

The next thing I know, we're out in the driveway in front of the garage. There is stuff all over the driveway, like we're having a garage sale or something. I don't even remember walking outside. It was just one of those weird dream things where you're in one place one moment, and somewhere else the next.

There were between five and nine guys in the driveway, and I was constantly looking for a gun to defend myself with. It was obvious that they weren't there selling magazine subscriptions. One guy in front of me (the shortest of all of them) pulled out a large Bowie knife and said he wanted to have a knife fight with me. I reached over and pulled what I thought was a gun out of a holster. It turned out to be a gun-shaped knife that was fashioned to look like a revolver... only it had a blade at the end. It was even curved like a revolver and had a pistol grip. I told the guy with the knife to wait a second, because I had to get something out of my dad's truck. I went around the other side of the truck (which was parked in an odd direction in the front of the driveway). I opened the driver's side door and went looking for another pistol. I found one and came around to the driveway. At this point in time, my dad had what looked like an SKS rifle with a synthetic black stock. I came back around to face the guys in the driveway.

This is all I can remember.

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