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I'm sleeping in my bedroom when I am awakened by a rustling nearby. I wake up and see that my bed has been moved to the corner, and the set of bunkbeds that I had when I was a child had been moved into the room. This guy Dane from high school was making the bed and getting ready to move in. I ask him what the hell is going on, but he tells me not to be so selfish. I secure my iPod (bc I don't trust this guy) and walk outside to find my roommate Kate. She's nowhere to give an explanation, but there's about a dozen other people (all related somehow) milling about the apartment making themselves at home. I try to suggest that they all leave, but they continue to settle and won't hear of going anywhere else. I leave the apartment to go find Kate.


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I find myself at some sort of outdoor party with a large pebbled floor with palm trees and that typical black metal lawn furniture. There's a pool with 4 foot walls along the edge of the patio. A lot of ITP people are there mingling, and I mingle with them absentmindedly. Suddenly, people are yelling and crying for something to stop, and I look over at the swimming pool and see that Josh Knowles is in the pool in some sort of scuffle. I go over to the wall and call out to him and the guy who is holding his head maliciously under water, but the guy won't stop attacking Josh. I try to climb over the wall to get to him, but my feet just slip on the side of the wall and I can't get anywhere close.

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Last night's dream involved me having receivced two cars as a gift. One was some really slick new car like a black Ford Probe GT, and the other was like a classic (dark blue) Mercedes...the old boxy kind. I was hanging out with some girl, and was about to get in the Mercedes and go for a drive. I noticed that the front seat was a bench seat like in a truck cab.

As I stood by the car, I noticed two men breaking into cars that were parked in the grassy lot behind the neighbor's house and I heard the sound of glass breaking. I was worried about them seeing me and coming after me and I was having a hard time getting the key in the lock. I finally got it unlocked, but immediately closed the door and re-locked it. I walked off to tell Uncle Larry about what was going on.

The front door was locked, so I banged on the door, and the girl that was with me rang the doorbell to wake him up. He answered the door and asked us what was going on. We told him, and he called the cops.

There was a crowd gathering out back by the time we returned to the other side of the house. My uncle was there and was saying (to someone next to him) what he would have done if he had personally caught the men breaking into cars. He was saying something about "teaching them a lesson," or something. He also said something about the dog(?) getting its sleep interrupted.

The girl and I left in the Mercedes and decided to pull over down the road for some reason. I had trouble finding a good place to park, but eventually did get to park. We were in this grassy area (this whole dream took place in a semi-rural area) and there were huge ladybugs swimming in a deep flood puddle. I was so shocked by them (they were the size of two softballs put together).

The girl and I walked along the edge of the highway, and I told her to look out for cars. We stopped and looked at a map. The place where the cars were being broken into was listed on the map as "NRA Campground."

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Last night, I traveled to Germany and Africa in my dreams. It was beautiful. I met some amazing young German people and talked to them about life and music. I bought a folding/collapsible travel alarm clock with monkeys carved into the outside of its case for Chrystal. It was inside this funky little German shop. I remember there being a lot of birdhouses (or were they also coo-coo clocks?) for sale in the shop. When I brought the monkey clock up to the register, the man behind the counter asked me for my "card." I didn't want to use a credit card and I realized that I was only carrying U.S. dollars in my wallet, as I had forgotten to convert to German currency. I was going to ask if I could purchase some traveler's checks from the man, when a guy to my right offered to pay for the clock for me. I thanked him, and then ended up paying for it with a U.S. 20 dollar bill anyway. Strange. There was time spent in some kind of intimate little club with German teenagers. I asked them about who their favorite bands were. I talked to them about the Scorpions. I remember using the restroom in our German host's house. I remember little details. It was wonderful. I'd love to go back in that dream. What an experience.

In Africa there were strange animals, bizarre crayfish hybrids that were walking from puddle to puddle on a bridge. I remember having to make it back to the cabin/hut that we were staying in while in Africa without being attacked by any of the strange animals. By strange animals, I mean creatures that couldn't be defined as one particular kind... mixed species. I hunted down a sheep/deer/gazelle thing, as we needed something for dinner. There were lions. There was snow on the peaks. Later in the dream, the strangeness quotient went up a big notch.

Mario, Jennifer, and I were riding in my car, returning from somewhere. We were on Shea Boulevard, heading west, just east of Tatum (near the Superpumper gas station). As we approached an intersection, we saw a few police cars in the street, and officers with their weapons drawn. I originally started to make a u-turn to avoid the conflict, but changed my mind. As we drove past/through the scene, I looked to my right and saw a bizarre sign with a freaky clown-like face painted on it sitting on the street corner. Beyond the sign was a mob of people. I believe there may have been fires among the people... either in 55-gallon drums, or just in piles of debris on the ground. Was it a protest? A riot? And angry clown convention? I have no idea. As we continued to drive through the chaos, there was one of the angry clown people in the street in front of us. As we passed him, I honked my horn at him. He immediately spun around on one foot and drew a gun, firing a few shots at us. Either Mario or I said, "He's shooting at us!" I heard one or two rounds catch the back of the car, and continued to drive while ducking down to avoid bullets passing through the windows. I said, "Is Jenni alright?" because she was sitting in the back seat. I don't remember receiving an answer, but based on the fact that panic didn't ensue, I'm assuming that she wasn't hit. At this point, I think I may have continued driving away from the scene, while firing a couple rounds out my driver's side window back in the direction of the angry clown guy that fired at us. That's about all I can really recall about the dream... that I can describe in words, that is.

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