Dream Blog: Day 46

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I am at some sort of video game presentation with a lot of people in a room. The people in charge give me the controller and let me play a game I've never played before so I'm really bad on it. Two teenage asshole types start making fun of how I suck and I get into a little tiff with them. Later I walk into my house or apartment or whatever and realize that one of the guys is my roommate. It's awkward for us but we make up. His girlfriend's in my bed so I start tickling her.
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Dream Blog: Day 43

I think this is my second dream where I'm at the intersection of Ben Franklin Parkway and 16th street in Center City Philadelphia. I'll have to look into this.

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Me and a few people were at some gameshow taking place in a big warehouse at night. It's sort of like a dating show with girls and guys. The winner of each round goes and sits in a jacuzzi. The first winner was this blonde guy who looked like Abram from Road Rules or Nick Carter, and I hated him. When the next guy went into the hot tub, the Abram looking guy started splashing and jumping on the other guy, being really immature.

Some cops came in to bust it all up, as if it were illegal, and they started gassing the place. A hole opened up in the wall and we made a run for it, except I was naked as I ran out. I covered up my shlong with one hand and my butt crack with the other, although as I was running I thought to myself whether it was really worthwhile to cover up my butt crack. So we're running through the streets of Philadelphia and I suggest either in my head or out loud that we go to Breigh Court, this development that my company in real life owns, although the place in the dream was just a rowhouse. We were all waiting at an intersection, I believe the one at Ben Franklin Parkway and 16th Street, I look to the right to take account of who's with us. Maged, Anthony, and I think Matt Behen and Artie Lange are there. I consider leaving some of them behind to make my escape faster.
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Dream Blog: Day 41

I've been seeing a lot of dream signs lately, including small hands, flying, corpses, etc. I guess my head is trying to throw me a bone and wait for me to recognize what's going on and "wake up" in the dream. I'll make a strong effort tonight remember to recognize dream signs.


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Lance Armstrong is with us but he’s supposed to be some kind of politician. He comes with a big group of us and we go to dinner. I see him at a table with a girl and he’s a giant mouse, which I don’t think is strange. We go to another room in the restaurant and as we sit down, we see an upside down bloody head stuck to the wall, apparently there was some sort of murder the night before. I suspect Lance did it. I see a flashback of someone using a wood staff to kill the person. Later, Lance starts hooking up with the teacher or some other woman and the killer comes into the room and sticks the stick through his throat. I guess he wasn’t the killer.

Big concert for school with a lot of celebrities.

I’m flying with some regular orange helium balloons over this beautiful tree filled area, it reminds me of upstate NY. I get to a big lake and on the other side is like a big reservoir type thing, a concrete park area kind of like a big concrete cliff with lots of people hannging out. Gillian is down at the bottom and off to the side by herself doing work or something. I fly up to the top and walk around, talk to people. I get more balloons to fly back and get wet fom this sprinkler near a young boxer who looks like the devil from last night's Nip/Tuck episode. I grab one balloon and start flying back, but Marilyn from work calls something out to me (she’s at the bottom in a picnic type area with some friends) and I grab another balloon to fly back over the lake to where Gillian is.
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Dream Blog: Day 40

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Gillian is painting a picture, it's really good and colorful, like an Egyptian sky at sundown. Very vibrant colors with 3 different sky color separated by clouds. I make her mad by starting out saying something stupid kidding around and she gives me attitude the rest of the time. Dave and Shannon are there. Later she tries to kiss me but I don’t want to.
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Dream Blog: Day 35

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A group of us are on a barge type thing and we’re traveling on a bay, it’s almost like Survivor where you try to get goods at the end.

I’m in a hotel/airport/conference center, I go upstairs to a different floor bathroom and I pass by Dr. Scot. I think, wait he knows about this floor? Then I realize that I’m actually on the ground floor. I look around through giant windows and see different planes, lots of young people in a big lounge, some are smoking. As you go to board a plane, you take a raft down a little passage of water, almost like those Jetson conveyer belts. There’s a group of guys though that are like hijacking people, they have guns.

I compare my hand to Steve Thompson (from high school). He mentions how he has big fingers, and when I look at my hand alone it looks normal but against his my fingers look like baby hands. I keep comparing, and Gillian comes over to look. Steve leaves, I feel like Gillian is embarrassed by my body and I put on a black shirt.
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Dream Blog: Day 34

Wow, 34 days is a long time. Here's to the lucid coming soon:

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On a vacation with the family and Gilly. I'm in the back bathroom, it's like at Grandma’s Kinneybrook house. Gilly is showering behind Mike and I get mad at them. She’s like ‘What? It’s ok’ and I’m like yeah right you guys are definitely looking at each other and they sneak peaks. I leave, it’s really cloudy outside. I decide to walk to a different beach on my own, I see a no door jeep coming with the parents and Mike, they’re gonna go left so I go right but they follow me. I go up a road that’s surrounded on all sides by corn, as they come up I jump into the corn. Mike tries to follow me but I jump out and surprise them in a laughing way.
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Dream Blog: Day 30

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Difference between two hang gliders, one computer controlled and one person controlled. Or one is the new model. Some sort of attack is happening on the planet, the whole world seems more fantastic. There are big open fields, volcanoes. We gather for a meting to try to figure out what to do now.

At a hotel/pool with three girls, possibly Gilly, her sister, and one of their friends. They talk about their one friend who is a crack head, single mom, and drives a nice car.
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