Hire me. Fire me. Actually, piggy-back me instead.

Last night I slept terrible.
This did not stop me from dreaming, even though every hour or two I would sit up in bed, puffing on my e-cigarette, reliving the dream I just had in my head. Then I would lay back down on my pillow and repeat the process. I must have awoken five or six times throughout the night.

This dream was the most recent of them. And the one I can most accurately offer up more details.

DREAM ::

It took place within this strip mall. The front were these large windows, that so incredibly mirrored the outside world in such a way hard to describe. Inside were stores...  for example, a small grocer, a hairstylist, and a slightly larger drug store. You could travel between the stores without going outside. Or through the back hallway area, meant for employees only.

In the short time period of one day, I had so easily gotten myself employed at the hair stylists. I would just be shampooing people's heads, and cleaning up the hair trimmings. Altho it wasn't long, before my acting out by rebelling against the products they were using on people... got me fired from the job. It was quick. It was painless.

I went over to the drug store next door. It was similar in style to many shoppers drug marts that I have been inside. Them, without knowing that their neighbour hairstylist had already hired and fired me that same day, also gave me a job.

I suppose I was just far too rowdy to hold down a job.
For I was on this other person's back getting a piggy-back ride, and they were carrying me up and down the aisles. We were running around. Things were getting knocked over. In the excitement of getting this piggy-back ride, I didn't even realize for the first while that it was actually me that was carrying myself.

And then my perspective suddenly switched to the me that was doing all the carrying. At this point, my new boss and other employees were attempting to hunt us down, so I carried my other self to the back through the hallways behind the stores. Finally we crouched down in this locker room, where we discussed the schematics of this all.

The dream became lucid here... for I was talking face-to-face with myself, carrying on a conversation about how this all was possible. There was no way that I couldn't realize that this was just the insanity my dream world was making up for me. So, bam! the realization of the dream turned it into a lucid one.

I only got to spend a small amount of time exploring a portion of the locker room with myself as my companion. We then saw an opening in the ceiling tiles, with a pile of boxes below it. I boosted myself up. It was just in time too, as we both looked down through the hole from the ceiling we were in and saw the people chasing us go running past.

And I woke up.

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Two jobs hired and fired in one dream. That was impressive, even for me. It is clear why I dreamt of this, seeing as how I am job hunting with everything I got these days. It doesn't worry me, though. I feel like I will be able to pull myself through this with much less incident than this dream indicated.

DREAM...:

In this dark underground bunker, there was this very small window-less corridor that came out from one door - the entrance, and then it would wind around turning left, and then turning right, and then led to the exit. Both the entrance and exit doors were very thick, solid doors with windows to watch into the corridor.

Watching the corridor through those doors were prison guards and a warden. They were watching that corridor because, inside of it, was squished approximately forty inmates. The halls were thin, with a low ceiling, and along the walls on both sides of the inmates, were these very large heavy metal barrels. Nearly unmoveable by oneself.

Personally, myself, I was not partaking in the dream; I was moreso a spectator, watching the events take place before my eyes. Although at times, I could float above them all and watch everything unravel before my eyes... I could also choose to take up the view point of any of these inmates, the prison guards and even the warden.

All the inmates were hardcore criminals, and would be getting a sentence of life had they been in a regular prison (as opposed to a corridor...). My impression was that the prison guards, under direct order of the warder, had trapped all the inmates in this corridor. The only way in or out was through the two doors, which were thick, solid and also heavily protected.

There was this mysterious over-hanging impending doom the entire dream, like a countdown until some tragedy of sorts. Until something would happen in this corridor and affect all of these inmates, to the joy of the prison guards and warden watching safely behind the doors, snickering and gossiping. There was a lot of profanity. There was no lack of threats. And I really got a glimpse of the private life of both the individuals from the prison, and the cliques involved. The inmates needed to get past any problems of beefs they had with each other in the past, and work together, if they wanted even the smallest chance of escaping this terrible situation.

The countdown was soon among them. And the inmates figured out that impending threat was to come from the heavy duty barrels lined up beside each and every one of them. I am not sure how, but one of the main guys (prison tattoos, bald head, scars a-plenty, and a natural leader among them) made a deal with the warden to let him have the satisfaction of killing him one-on-one, face-to-face. He somehow managed to use this haggling conversation with the him to get the information about what exactly was inside of those barrels. The inmates then used the contents, as well as the timer with the countdown, to their advantage, blasting a whole in the wall. About half of them escaped with their lives, while the rest was killed in the blast, and by other random half-assed traps set up. It was incredibly dramatic.

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Tournament jousting arms

My dreams have become more intense. More frequently I have been able to snap myself into a lucid dreaming mode. And I have come to take full advantage of my time spent in this astral dreaming plane. I couldn't be more excited about it.

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My dream the other night was of aliens coming down from the sky. Big alien bug-like creatures with armoured sections. Their arms were shaped like two long conical tournament jousting weapons on each elbow.

My family and friends, along with other random people from my childhood past, seemed to be the target of the aliens falling from the sky and landing with a giant thud on the ground.

It wasn't very long into the dream when I realized amidst all the running from building to building with a small group of people, that this world was most definitely not real. Therefore meaning I was in a dream. I walked confidently towards the aliens, with the people behind me hiding behind fences, bushes, and construction equipment. I was not scared of them, and them not without a lack of trying to scare me.

Three quarters of the distance towards them I stopped walking. Got on my knees, still facing them. And then I bowed forward, as they came rushing directly towards us. The first alien, getting near, stopped beside me. I wasn't attempting to be invisible. What I was doing was a sign of respect, and I was succumbing to them.

An alien stopped, its full attention on me. It took its jousting-arm and placed the point of it on my back, along by spine, a couple inches below my neck. As soon as contact between me and it was made, it instantly communicated with me. It lasted about three seconds. I knew from here on, none of the aliens would see me as a threat.

These were the first few moments where I confronted the overlying issue of the dream, so that I could deal with it properly and move on to more interesting dream choices. With the alien invasion behind me and everything hectic now calm, I got down and put my face at ground level, taking in the spectacular detail that was the grass. It seemed, as I turned a 360, that the world had varying levels of surrealism depending on where I looked.

I walked towards downtown, finding myself entering a tall building. Several stories up, I found two old friends of mine. In this dream world, I was able to remind myself that their behaviour toward me was completely false, as told to me by subconscious. The entire time in their "presence" I was aware how this was not the real them.
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So slowly am I able to affect the outcome. One dream at a time.
I feel that my subconscious creates certain scenarios to place me into once I fully submerse myself into sleep. And in those scenarios I either learn to cope with it, or remind myself to do so in the real world.