Date of dream: Saturday, November 01, 2003
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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After a long, stealthy, bloody battle through a top-secret school in Russia I finally make it to a very
ritzy party. I'll spare you the gruesome details with one exception. Many of the ways that I was able
to neutralize guards and those trying to stop me was with their own weapons. As I was to the exit an
extremely strong-willed guard grabbed ahold of me and wasn't letting go for anything. Just before he
did I had procured an ice pick looking dealio and was stabbing the guard to get him to let go. I told him
he better release me as his temple was my next target. After a couple of throat shots and my warning
he finally fell over and let go.
At the party I see a friend. He has been rejected by the woman he loved and is giving an engagement
ring to a very pretty blonde woman. He tells me he is in love with her. I have a moment alone with
her and she tells me she is marrying another man. He is much more funny, personable and wealthy
than my friend. I go to the table that this man is sitting at and it seems it is true.
He is talking to his friend and telling him how long he plans to stay married to this woman before
divorcing her. I find out the blonde is Pamela Anderson's sister and he is just marrying her to be in the
IN crowd. Once in, she's out.
Armed with this information I return to speak with her. I won't betray the conversation I just heard but
decide to appeal to her heart instead. I realize she understands he is only marrying her because of her
sister and status. It seems she doesn't care, she is kind of going along for the ride because she enjoys
his company.
I go into a long diatribe trying to convince her to go with true love. My diatribe becomes very
emotional. Great hurky sobs and tears are flowing while I am telling her how marriage is a blessed
union...etc. We both get up and she puts her arm around me and is escorting me to the restroom. I
have one hand in front of my face. I realize we are both trying to cover up the fact that I am crying. I
move my hand away from my face so anyone who sees me will know I am upset.
Additional Comments:
Thirst and heat returns me. No tears or heavy emotion upon return, just cotton mouth.
Date of dream: Thursday, July 24, 2003
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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I am in prison and we have decided to make a prison break. We all have shotguns, pistols and
automatic rifles. I have an M16ish type weapon. We are trying to get past a certain checkpoint when a
bunch of inmates start to come off the basketball court. I tell them to get back in the auditorium for
awhile and we'd let them know when it was okay to come out. They decide not to listen and keep
coming toward us. Everyone starts firing at them. A huge group of kids come out and line up against a
wall as if preparing for a firing squad. I look closely and notice they are very young. I stop myself
from shooting and another inmate and I head for a stairwell. There is an alarm and locking mechanism
on a door that leads to freedom. A street, shopping center and heavy underbrush area I can see
through a window. The guy is quickly dismantling the lock and working on the alarm. I think, forget
the alarm, let's just go, but it seems he wants to get away without anyone knowing. As he is almost
done I can hear someone coming for the door we went through to go down the stairs to this last door.
I lean against it keeping them from opening it. The inmate opens the door to freedom and I run down
the stairs out of it. There is a bit of a drop off into the parking lot. I jump down at the lowest point and
start running. I don't feel like I can reach my top speed. Two guys give chase, one after me and the
other after the other inmate. I get across the street and feel like I am not going to be able to run much
further. I have a bit of a lead though so I drop down into the green brush and turn my head toward the
earth. The one chasing me runs right by. I wait and start to decide I will get up and run in the opposite
direction as soon as he runs a bit further away. I awaken.
Date of dream: Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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I am friends with a woman who must give up her young daughter to what she believes is a very good
place. Her daughter seems to be around five or six years old. They put her in a very nice room. The
next day I see that they have transferred her into a cage that isnâ??t even tall enough for her to stand
up. It disturbs me to no end. For some reason I am employed by the man who runs the place. I use
his daughterâ??s truck and grab the girl from her cage. I tell her everything is going to be okay. We get
in the truck and start driving away. The bossâ??s daughter sees us and starts to give chase in an all
terrain vehicle. I try to lose them in a junkyard. I start running into some of the cars and junk laying
around. I get a bit of a lead but then really wreck it good. I tell the little girl to run and hide in one of
the cars and Iâ??ll be back to get her.
I leave on foot and go back to the place where I worked. I see a black officer and tell him I need his
help. I tell him he isnâ??t who I think I am and the story of the little girl. I tell him that he introduced me
to the boss as another person and I had been using that identity even though I am really this whole
other person. As I am telling him this I notice a Native American man is trying hard to overhear us.
The officer is now a woman though.
We go through the casino I used to work in and a couple of the women there tell me to give them a
call. The female officer is kind of ribbing me about this and for some reason I defend myself. Itâ??s
almost as if the female officer is interested in more than just helping me with this situation.
We drive to the junkyard and it has been almost completely emptied. I am really upset and telling the
officer that they must have gotten rid of all the cars just in case I called the police, so I would look as if
I was crazy. They were running an illegal child abduction agency, and needed to protect themselves.
There was one vehicle left in the junkyard. Lo and behold she was inside it. I get her out and tell her
that the nice policewoman and I would make sure she was safe. We drive to an intersection. We stop
to get out. There is a huge man with a leather strap walking menacingly towards us. I look around and
see there is a woman with a leather strap coming towards us from the opposite direction. I run with the
little girl, who has now become a kitten in my hands into a bar across the street. I am so out of breath
and scared that I can only whisper help to all these cowboys in the bar. I look back outside and notice
that this strapping is happening as a sort of show outside. We were in no real danger after all.
