A bunch of clear dreams!

[Peter_C]

I'm very proud of my brain. Being able to remember the dreams through ALL FOUR REM CYCLES! I think you normally have four REM cycles per night and most people remember only remember the last REM cycle because its the longest. Anyhoo I had four crystal clear dreams last night here they all are!

It gets a little iffy at some parts cause Im writing this in the afternoon you can tell when they get fragmented by "something....something....."

August 06th 2008
It was a beautiful day in Denver Colorado. The sky was blue and the only cloud in the sky was the large one that normally hangs over the mountains in the distance. I was hanging out with my best friend on his deck to his apartment just enjoying the day when I noticed his toenails.
“Dude, do you know your toenails are incredibly long?” I asked. “They must be at least 6 inches.”
“Yeah.” Justin replied “I haven't clipped them in 5 years. I just really never gotten around to it. Besides no one really sees my toenails anyways.”
“You always wear sandals! And were in public.” We were now standing in a mall. Justin just ignored the comment, one of the many shops caught his attention. I shrugged it off assuming my friend is acting odd like he always does and we went and looked around in the shops.

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Mice were captured and brought to the top of a castle. In the tower, there was water flowing out to the courtyard down below and beyond the wall of the courtyard was an ocean that the moonlight reflected off of. The mouse thrown into the top of the tower was young, equal to that of a 8 year old human.
“You have one choice.” Proclaimed the great Wizard. “You can choose to spend your time in this tower alone, or you can spend your time down there.” The wizard pointed with his bony finger down to the courtyard. The little boy mouse picked himself up, his green jean shorts and yellow t-shirt were slightly riped and he adjusted himself as he moved to the window. His paws griped the cold iron bars as he peered down into the courtyard. He could see other mice down there. They looked like they were swimming, having a good time. The little mouse didn't want to spend the rest of his day locked up in this wet tower.
He turned to the wizard “I want to be with them.” he said.
“So you will.” The wizard scooped up the little mouse out of the pool of water and flung him down to the courtyard. The little mouse was too frighten to scream before his body slammed against the rocky island in the middle of the flooded courtyard. He was knocked out cold.
It was very late night, early morning when the little boy mouse came too. He winced as he got up from his mangled position. Frightened he let you a cry.
“mommie..” a tear streaked down his cheek.
Something........something.....something......
Now the little boy mouse was forming a plan, They have to get over these walls. There was sewage everywhere. The Wizard was poisoning them.
“HEAVE HO!!!” he shouted as they all pulled ropes to erect a giant catapult.
Something..........something......
The sun was just peaking behind the grassy mountains. It never looked so beautiful, yellow rays of light splashed upon the happy little mouse's face. But the danger was not over yet. They had to get as far away from that castle.

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I walked into a stadium full of track team members wearing bright read Florida state track uniforms. A man in the middle of the field was calling them by name, and the team members were timed on how fast they could reach that man and grab the baton from his hand.
“Good job Jenkins, you took a quarter of a second off your time.” said the man in the suit, he had his assistant write down the time of the man on a clip board. This is when I realized I was dreaming.
“Oh this will be fun!” I thought. I turned to the a big black man standing right next to me. “Your the fastest one on the team right?” I asked.
“Darn righ' nobady can beat me.” he replied
“Can I race you when your name is called?”
He laughed, “Sure, do da hell ya want ta do.” His name was called and I took off. I snatched the baton well before him and looked up at the surprise mans face.
“m-m-m-m-m my goodness! Thats a new school record! By.....” he looked at a sheet on the clipboard. “....12 seconds!”
“um, thanks” I said
“What is your name?” he asked,
“Peter Casey”
“How would you like to go to FSU on a full ride?”
“hmmmm” I played it out a bit, I was now in a black coat tail jacked with brass rimed glasses and a bowler hat. I felt very classy. “I will have to look into that. I can't make an agreement right now. I need to see that on paper.”
“What ever you want sir!”
something....something.....
I was trying to tell my mom to let me go to FSU she wouldn't listen. I got very angry.

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My little cousin John was coming over. I knew he was going through a growth spurt, I just hoped he wasn't taller than me yet. I was waiting in a room that looked like it was lit for a stage production, with red and orange lights. My aunt entered the room first.
“Your cousin John's body is growing at an uneven rate. So some of him might be deformed.” She warned me. John entered the room. He was a hunchback with elephantiasis, his forehead was three times larger and his chin flabbed all the way past his chest. He was completely baled, his skin was a pale gray, and he had short stubby limps. He had trouble walking and breathing.
“Hey Pete.” he waved, his voice was raspy and low. Like egor.
“John..” My jaw was still open from the surprise. “what happened?”
“Oh this is nothing” he said, he was still working his way to come over to me and give me a hug, waddling like a penguin. “It should get slightly better. I guess its a trade off from these new pair of arms!” He showed me his other pair of muscular arms located directly beneath his other normal pair of muscular arms. “Now I can really go far with the WWE!” he was smiling.
“What happened to soccer?” I asked. “You love soccer.”
“I'm buff as you now Pete!” John said ignoring me looking at his bulging gray arms.