Date of dream: Monday, March 28, 2011
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was at a summer camp that was split into two sides: boys and girls. There were wooden towers around the camp, and some people were locked up in them. There were bombs on the boys' side. Some people and I pushed the bombs in holes in the ground that led to the girls' side.
The boys had escaped to the girls' side. The bombs blew up the boys' side, even though we pushed them to the other side. The bad camp leaders were locked up or dead, and we were free.
Then I had a list of campers on individual papers for each camper. On the girls' paper, it listed when they had their first period and their last orgasm. Some of my friends were being creepy and wanted to see the information on the girls. I kept them from seeing it because I knew it was just for sorting purposes.
Date of dream: Saturday, June 14, 2008
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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My brother and I built a small fort in the desert in Kayenta. It was up by the Toes, so it was pretty far away from everything. We brought a canteen, a water bottle and a guitar.
The fort was on a plot of hard dirt that rose above the ground. It was about 3 feet high and had a dip in the middle. There were trees on the hill parts of it. I sat in the dip. My brother left to find another one.
When he came back, he told me he found another good place for a fort. I left all our things there and followed him. It was only about 30 feet away. We decided to work on that area later, and we walked back to our fort. When we got there, we saw some guy walking away from it with our water. He was drinking from the canteen.
I got angry and asked him what he was doing. He said water should be free to everyone. We said he didn't look like he was dying, and I took the canteen back. He walked away, but I followed him for a bit. As I walked back to the fort, a herd of horses ran by. I tried to touch one but missed.
Back at the fort, I told my brother we should pack up and leave. I didn't trust that guy. He agreed. He grabbed the guitar and tried to toss it at me, but I said that was a bad idea. He took the neck off it and tossed it to me, which was fine.
Additional Comments:
The canteen turned into my dad's old Thermos when the guy took it. It still had a strap, but he
poured water into the little cup and drank from that.
