I had a strange dream last night, can't remember most of it, but I do remember that in one part, my dad and brother and I were in San Francisco, and we were at the top of this big really steeply sloped park, with eucalyptus (seriously had to use spellcheck there) trees at the bottom.  Well, there was this thing down sort of in the far corner, (think it was like a statue or a fountain, though I can't remember) anyway, there was this thing that you could do where if you rolled down the slope to the statue/fountain/thingy you would get a prize, so we thought, why not.  Now, it's vertually impossible not to kill yourself rolling down something like that, so instead we sort of slid/rolled/ran/scooted down it.  It was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!  Oh, it was so much fun!!  I'd start running, but then I couldn't stop cause it was too steep, so I'd sort of slide on my feet to the side like a snowboarder or something, and then roll a bit, and sit down and slide.  SO MUCH FUN!!  Well, then there were these big metal pipes stuck straight up in the ground, full of concrete, hidden in the grass (they were probably between 4'h x 3'w, to 5'h x 4'w  (aprox.))  Well, you of course had to avoid them, or you'd smack into them, and that wouldn't be very pretty.  Well, I was sliding on my feet rather fast towards one, right next to a slight drop in the hill, so I slid sideways and grabbed on to some grass sticking off the cliffy thing, and I swung myself down to the bottom of it around the concretey pipe thing.  Oh it was so cool, I swung around all smooth and perfect, and landed nicely.  :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)

Then later we were walking though some school and my cat Casey didn't want to leave.  (I don't get it either.) 

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Shoot.  Said I was using spellcheck, and then blanked cause I'm in a hurry.  Phooey.  :(  :)

Hey, where's my latest dream post??????  Oh no.  *goes deathly pale*  Please tell me it worked!!!  I couldn't possibly rewrite that.  It was hard enough to remember the details then, let alone now!!!  And it was the only copy.  Admin, do you know what happened?????  Please please PLEASE don't let it be gone!!!  :( :( :(

I just posted someone's dream, Laura. Hope it was yours. I haven't deleted any.

Admin

I'm sort of on at the same time as Megan!  HI!!

BAH!!  They still haven't been posted...

Anyway, I don't really remember any weird dreams I've had (except once I had this weird medieval dream where the evil king person told me that I either go out in the country and find weird animals ((like animals with multiple heads, etc.)), or he would kill everyone in the kingdom), but I used to have TONS of reoccuring dreams!!  Like when I was about six, I began to have these dreams where there were these little men (REALLY, really small midgets, I guess; they were like 18" high) wearing blue tuxedos (weird...) were out to kill me...  They followed me everywhere (especially my lake house) and tried to kill me in every form (drowning, guns, etc.!).  I had that dream about once a week for a few years, until we sold the lake house, so I guess when I was nine.    One time, or I guess two times, when I was about four or five, bats came into my room (yes, MY room!!!!) and freaked me out, so I slept in my parents room on the floor in a sleeping bag for a while, and almost every night I dreamt that my sleeping bag was a inflatable floaty, and that I was in the middle of the ocean, and that sharks were surrounding me.  Nothing really happened, other than I was scared, and I now have a horrid fear of sharks. :)

My mom told me about all kinds of weird

dreams that she's had. She has these really

weird dreams about water, and she now has

a strange fear of putting her head under water.

Seriously, she won't even go under water in our

three foot deep pool! A phobia type thingy I

guess. Anyway, she was telling me about these

dreams that she had when she was little. In

one she was inside her house and this clown

kept staring at her in the windows, and she

couldn't get away from it. She also had a

similar dream with a bear in it... o.O

Bwa-ha-ha-ha!!! Boy, do I have some dreams for you! Laura: I used to NEVER remember my dreams, and, when I was little, I would make something up so that I would have something to say when people were talking about their dreams. Anyway, now I write all my dreams down (and have for almost exactly one month over a year) and I remember tons of detail (including names, geography, conversations, etc.) and rarely forget my dreams except for when I'm super tired or there was so little dream that I forget about it if I think about something else. Anywho. Waaay back, when the dinosaurs ruled the thread, there was talk about lucid dreaming. I haven't had any dreams in a while where I say to myself "I'm dreaming," but, when I'm panicked in a dream, I sometimes think so hard "THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" That the dream changes minutely, generally for the better (such as, somebody doesn't die, I'm not caught when I'm running away from something, etc.). Don't you hate the dreams when you're running, but no matter how hard you try, you can barely move? Just last night, I was trying to tear up a picture and throw it in the pond so that the people coming after me wouldn't get the information that was hidden in it, but I could barely rip it, and it was taking SO LONG! (It helped when I took it out of the frame ;D;D;D) You know, when you're waking up some really weird stuff happens. Like, once, I was actually seeing the conversation! Each person spoke in a different color, and the words floated above their heads like a comic strip, only prettier. Also, when you're waking up, I find that it's really hard to see anything. You have to stare directly at something for a really long time for it to come clear out of the blurriness--like if you get up too quickly and your vision goes sparkly. Oh--back to semi-lucid dreaming! Once, I dreamt that I met a girl from Dream (as in, dreaming is what happens when you go to Dream) and she took two of my friends and I to Dream. In between the actual dreams as we know them, guess what there is? Dark tunnels filled with hip-deep green goo. It's disgusting! Anywho, the girl from Dream and I get sucked through a whirlpool in the wall (AAA [As An Aside] the walls are so black that it's like outer space, hardened) that brought us to a dream. We got seperated, though, in two ways: she got pulled to one place in the dream, and I to another, and the two of us from my two friends, who got sucked in a second later, thus bringing them to a different dream. It's complicated. Anyway, I was suddenly standing in a forest in summertime, and watching a man in a hood sighting down an arrow which is notched to a great big long bow. He doesn't notice me. The arrow flies. Then I'm ripped from that time to a little later. I'm staring at the back of a humungous saber tooth tiger. The tiger, full of anger, is staring over a little ridge. At this time, I know two things: 1: the tiger is the man from before, and 2: he is angry because he thinks the Natives* killed his daughter. --oops! 3: I also know that his daughter is the girl from Dream--who I believe was named Kate. Just then the Natives attacked. there were tons of them, and they all appeared to be male. They swung swords and yelled--the epitome of beserkers. The tiger was overwhelmed, and turned back into the man. Just then Kate turned up, and the battle was turned. Then we went back to find the other two kids. They were at a suburban home during a humongous birthday party, looking rather lost (AAA: after that, they just weren't around. Nothing happened to them, but they just weren't in the dream anymore). Then Kate took me through another green-slime tunnel. I noticed that, as we went along, the slime began to disappear, until what passed for a floor was clean. Then we were standing at the entrance to a great marble hall. It was huge, but you could only walk on a narrow path around the rim (it was round) due to a cage taking up the rest of it: floor-to-ceiling iron bars all the way around. Kate told me to do exactly what she did, and under no circumstance to touch the bars. Then she began to dance, moving along the path. There was music, the style changing every few seconds. As the song changed--from Spanish to classical, etc.--so did the dance that Kate did and I copied. Also, the dresses we wore changed to the  music--like at the Spanish bit, we were wearing Spanish sorts of dresses. We had taken the left-hand way around the room, and to the right, inside the cage, I saw dozens of raven-haired women in red dresses, who crowded against the bars with desperate looks. I don't quite remember what Kate told me they were, but I know that it was something like they were spirits or demons that the Master of Dream (the being who "ruled" Dream, insofar as anything could rule it) had caught and imprisoned. Then we were through to the other side, in another marble hall, facing the Master of Dream and his court. There were smaller cages with the demons in them, here, too. The MoD did not like me. He was tyrant, and everyone was terrified of him--except his daughter, Kate (I know, it's confusing, but somehow both men are her legitimate fathers). The MoD decided to make a demonstration of me, perhaps to finally cow his unruly daughter. He sent an assassin after me right there. Everyone was too afraid to help me, and the assassin was throwing sharp objects at me. Luckily, I was good at ducking, and Kate and I escaped out of Dream before anything...unfortunate happened. Later, in our world (though still in the dream) I was searching for Kate and when I found her, she didn't remember anything about Dream. It was so frustrating! More on sleepwalking and -talking later, this is too long!