Date of dream: Friday, January 13, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was in my backyard in Kayenta with Hilary and some other people. We were waiting to see the space shuttle. I looked up and saw the shuttle gliding straight above us high in the sky. A fighter jet was accompanying it. I don't think it was explicitly stated, but we were in Amarillo even though the setting was Kayenta. At one point I did describe the runway as the second-longest civilian runway in the nation.
We went into the alley next to my house and stood there waiting to see the shuttle. I looked toward the airport and saw the shuttle coming down. I was surprised that I didn't hear the sonic booms. It deployed its parachute before touching down. It seemed much larger than it really is.
I took pictures of it as it slowed down on the runway. Hilary and some other people had better cameras and lenses and were taking lots more pictures. I wondered why it wasn't attached to the back of a plane. After the shuttle landed, a fat blue propeller plane flew by. I figured that was the pilot plane and was used to measure winds and other things so the shuttle could take off and land safely.
Date of dream: Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was boarding a plane in Amarillo. I don't know where I was flying. Inside the plane, I made my way to the front, where there was a small door. It was open, and a person inside was taking carry-on luggage. I handed him my bag and my ticket. The ticket was to confirm it was my bag. But I didn't know where to sit.
I thought my seat was near the back, but I couldn't find it. So I went to an open seat in the second row. At first I sat in the aisle seat, but the whole row was empty, so I moved to the window seat. There was an armrest on the window side. It was down, so I moved it up. The windows were huge.
The plane started moving. As we taxied to the runway, two people were running outside next to the plane. They were trying to get the pilot's attention. Someone inside noticed them and was able to tell the pilot. He turned the plane around and went to an area near the gates but not too close to them. To get there, he drove between some tall white pylons. I thought the wings would hit them and break off, but they didn't. I looked back out the window and saw the left wing was still there.
He used a turn signal, which I could hear, to make a left turn. He stopped the plane and let the people on. They didn't need stairs since the door was somehow now at ground level. He started it up again, and we were on our way.
The plane was now a bus, though I hadn't realized it yet. When we turned on to a busy highway, I figured out that it was a bus. I wondered what was going on, but the pilot spoke over the intercom to tell us. He said Amarillo didn't have enough fuel for us to get anywhere safely, so we were going to Lubbock. He also said that we'd be shocked that he has to pay more than $8 a gallon for fuel.
We turned on a curving, sloping on-ramp. The bus/plane slowed down a lot since it was a steep uphill climb. I could hear it switching gears. It barely moved, and the engine was working hard. We slowly climbed the on-ramp.
I wanted to take a picture of this and tweet it or post it on Facebook. I couldn't find my iPhone. I thought I left it in my luggage. But I had a flip phone in my pocket. It wasn't like my old phone, but it was similar. Its display was black and white, and everything was big and blocky. I scrolled down a list until I found Twitter. The options to post also showed me how much it would cost. Since I didn't have a plan with that phone anymore, it would cost money. Sending a tweet would cost $8.05. I didn't want to deal with that, so I left it alone.
Additional Comments:
The airport was nothing like Amarillo's.
The phone wasn't like my old phone. It was white, and the display was much more primitive. My old phone was black and at least had a color display, though it couldn't access Twitter.
Date of dream: Thursday, December 01, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was driving someone through Amarillo's downtown brick streets. There was snow piled up on the side of the streets, and some was still in the center. I stopped at a stop sign at an intersection and let some cars pass. A pickup was driving toward the intersection, but it spun out and faced the other direction. I watched it as the driver couldn't control it and banged into the car that was behind it. The wreck didn't seem major.
I pulled out of the intersection and drove to some two-story apartments near the newspaper office. A man in the window above me was yelling at me and spitting. This angered me, so I grabbed a stick and threw it at his window. I also threw rocks. He closed the window, and I threw more rocks to try to break one of the panes.
He opened the window slightly and spit more. I had my water bottle, which was full of ice water, and threw it at the window. I was hoping that would break the glass. It landed just in the little gap he left open. I tried to get it down with the stick, but he saw it and grabbed it. Then I started apologizing because I really wanted that water bottle.
Somehow I called the police, and an officer went up there. I could see him through the window. He handed the officer the bottle and then leaned out and spat at me again. I jumped out of the way.
